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ronancebible · 3 years ago

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lessons learned {steve harrington x f!reader & robin buckley x f!reader}

Summary: Oblivious Steve, for some weird reason, refuses to believe you're not a virgin, so you play along. This is 3 times he's almost caught you in the lie and 1 time he did. 5.5k words

A/N: I gotta warn y'all, this is pure fucking filth. This is nothing other than an excuse to write the some of the most self serving, filthy fanfic out there. There is also very brief Hopper x Reader in this. Also, I am not changing Robin's sexuality! Steve and Robin do not interact sexually in this (you're in between them ;) ).

Warnings: Brief mention of smoking weed and drinking, masturbation, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex... use your imagination :)

You breathed deeply as you ran your hands over your clothed center. Your fingers came back damp, your panties already soaked through without you even having touched yourself. God, Steve made you crazy. You quickly thought through all the cards in your Rolodex, trying to think of someone that would come quickly to take care of you, but the sight of Steve, shirtless and sweaty, mowing the lawn across the street quickly banished any thought of getting someone else involved. You needed it dirty, and you needed it now.

You whimpered quietly as you watched sweat drip down Steve’s strong back, and began rubbing yourself firmly over your panties. You loved this part, the anticipation and the carnal need, how dirty it was to be so desperate you couldn’t even bother pulling your clothes off.

Your eyes quickly slipped shut as you imagined running your soaked pussy over Steve’s chest, getting yourself off while all he could do was watch helplessly, whining as his hips rutted into the air fruitlessly.

You picked up the pace, moaning wantonly now as you shifted and rammed yourself onto the corner of the couch cushion. The couch creaked quietly as you rocked your hips back and forth over the firm seam, and your moans got breathier as the heat in your lower belly pooled. You were sure there was a new stain on the couch you would have to deal with later, but right now, all you could worry about was how Steve would sound when he—

“(Y/N)?” you heard Steve call, the door creaking open simultaneously.

Frantically, you flipped over, fixing your panties and sitting squarely over what you were sure was a very noticeable wet spot on the couch.

“Yeah?” you answered, your voice wrecked and breathy. “In here.”

Steve came into the room, shirt replaced, though his sweaty hair was enough to make your neglected core ache.

Steve wrinkled his nose. “It smells like sex in here.”

You chuckled nervously, trying your very best not to wiggle yourself against the couch again. He needed to leave. Now.

“I wonder why,” you replied nonchalantly, turning your attention to the TV that you forgot had been on.

Steve laughed, saying, “Yeah, you’re right. I mean, it’s just the 20 year old virgin home alone. Not like anything crazy would be going on.”

That was another thing. Steve, completely without basis, was convinced you had never had sex in your life. You were also pretty sure that he didn’t know girls got themselves off. He couldn’t be more wrong. You knew you were the town slut, and you took pride in that title. You just knew how to keep your business to yourself. If he knew some of the people you had slept with, his limp, sweaty hair would curl into ringlets. He was just so oblivious that he never picked up on any of it.

You just chuckled drily and shook your head, not confirming, but not denying.

———

You were so warm, and so turned on, and not exactly sure how you wound up in this situation. You could hear Hopper’s voice in your ear, egging you on as you whimpered and made a mess of his uniform pants.

You vaguely remember seeing him at the bar, neither one of you drunk enough to really enjoy the atmosphere. You were too blissed out to be sure how you made it to his car, but you didn’t care at all, because just then Hopper started bouncing his leg, mumbling a deep “Good girl,” in your ear before you came, trembling, and soaking his pants through to the skin.

He didn’t let up, slipping his hands under your skirt and easily slipping two thick fingers into you, making you see stars with how sensitive you were. You let out a wrecked moan, already feeling another orgasm building as his fingers brushed up against every electric point inside you.

“Please,” you whimpered in the chief’s ear, before he roughly undid his belt and pulled out his dick (which was so large and looked so delicious, all you could manage was an open-mouthed keen). Without thinking twice, you seated yourself on him and let out a loud moan, your voice cracking.

Please let this be a long night, you thought.

The next morning, you found yourself in his car again, only this time in the passenger seat. Once Hopper pulled up to your place, you quickly thanked him for the ride, giving him a smile and pat on the thigh (god those thighs, that not even 30 minutes prior you had gotten incredibly messy yet again) before hopping out of his Hawkins PD station wagon, adjusting your gait as you walked. What? He was a large man.

I must have famously bad luck, you thought, as you noticed Steve sitting on the porch of the small house you two shared. His brow was drawn into a tight, worried expression as he stood up to meet you at the front door.

“Hey, what happened? Why did you not come home? Why is the Chief dropping you off?” He asked, rapid-fire.

You sighed, turning to face Steve. You decided on a half-truth.

“Relax, I just went out last night and spent the night on that side of town. He offered me a ride when I told him where I was going,” you said.

Steve squinted at you before nodding reluctantly.

“Just call next time. If I didn’t know you any better, I would’ve thought you were out having a one-night stand,” he chuckled.

Your face reddened at the thought of last night's activities, and you awkwardly chuckled, which Steve thankfully took as embarrassment rather than guilt.

You weren’t sure exactly why you didn’t want Steve to know that you slept around. In fact, given the opportunity, you would gladly take that man to bed as much as he wanted. It just felt like a separate sphere of life, one that might change your relationship with him. He was a really great friend and a cool dude, but he was raised by traditional parents, and you weren’t sure how he might react to finding out that sex was your favorite pasttime. Plus, the company you kept wasn’t exactly the most traditional either, if you thought to last night with Hopper. And a few nights ago with Robin. And last week with Karen Wheeler.

Steve just thumped you on the back and said, “Glad you’re good.”

———

Robin had to be your favorite person to sleep with, you thought idly as you watched her spin the bottle across the circle from you.

Okay, you were a little drunk. But sadly, you were a horny drunk, and the way Robin was pulling her bottom lip between her teeth right now made you want to drag her into another room and make her forget her name. You shifted slightly in place at the thought.

You and Robin were two peas in a pod. She was your best friend, along with Steve, only she knew more details of your private life and frequently participated in it. Being best friends made it even better, as you could basically sleep with her whenever either of you wanted. All it took was a certain glance at a sleepover and you’d be coaxing orgasms out of each other till dawn.

As much as you wanted this night to be the same, Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve had joined the party, booze and pizza in tow. After a few drinks, someone (read: Steve) wanted to play truth or dare to “spice things up.”

Right out the gate, the game was promising to be either unbearable or incredibly fun. The first question, directed to Jonathan and asked by Robin, had been if he’d slept with anyone other than Nancy. Both of their faces red, Jonathan had mumbled a quick “no,” before quickly turning to Steve and asked him who his favorite kiss was. It was then Steve’s turn to blush deeply, eyes flicking over to Nancy briefly before he answered, “Tammy Thompson,” which everyone knew was a bald-faced lie.

Many rounds later, everyone was pleasantly drunk and the questions slowly turned more salacious, leaving them all flushed and hot under the collar. Steve had popped open his shirt nearly down to his stomach, and you were having a hard time not staring at his chest and barely containing your drool.

“(Y/N),” Steve sang, turning to you. You swallowed drily, blushing furiously as you looked up from his chest.

“Hmm?” you replied. “My turn?”

“Your turn,” Steve confirmed, eyes flicking curiously over your face. He settled at your eyes and grinned.

“If you could lose your virginity to anyone in this room, who would it be?” he asked.

Immediately, everyone else in the room pulled a confused face. Robin’s head snapped around to look at you so quickly, you worried she was going to hurt herself. She had a deeply confused frown on her face, no doubt thinking of the previous night, which was anything but virginal.

Nancy had a similar look on her face. You and she had never really slept together, but in freshman year of high school you had taught her to masturbate with a, erm—hands-on approach. She was no doubt remembering the same when she cocked her head at you in silent question.

You had never done anything with Jonathan, but even he seemed privy to more details of your private life than Steve. He looked over at Nancy questioningly, attempting to draw an answer out of her.

Steve was clueless to their expressions, though, as he looked over at you with a grin, thinking he had pinned you down in a revealing question.

Nancy started to open her mouth, seemingly to protest Steve’s assumption, but you cut her off with a gentle look.

“Who says I haven’t, Harrington?” you teased lightly.

Steve rolled his eyes, huffing a breath. “Yeah, right. Miss prude having sex? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Robin barely suppressed a snort, covering it up with a cough when Steve looked over at her curiously.

You sighed. At this point, he would be clueless forever.

———

It had been two weeks since you and Robin had sex. Between late shifts at work and visiting family out of town and Steve never giving you a chance to breathe, you hadn’t gotten a chance to do anything together.

Tonight would change that.

You and Robin were on very clear terms on what your friendship meant. You two were truly a testament to successful friends with benefits. You were able to hang out normally without it being weird or either of you expecting sex. She truly was your best friend, even without the fucking.

But, oh my god was the fucking amazing. And you did it kind of a lot. It started very stereotypically, honestly. Probably just like every lesbian friends with benefits situation out there.

First, it had been practice kissing when you were both 16. Then it just turned into a few makeout sessions. It was exactly the kind of cute, awkward making out every teenager does. After that though, you stopped anything non-platonic for a few years when Robin had an outrageous crush on some girl from work.

It had been when you were both 19, on a hot summer’s day. The heat was making you horny out of your mind, and Robin wasn’t taking the hint to leave so you could fuck your brains out with the toy under your mattress. Turns out you hadn’t had to. Robin had nervously said it was too hot and she was going to take her top off. Half a joint and a broken fan later, both of you just were down to panties, playing a glorified game of chicken. You had tried not to notice how soaked you both were, just in case you were misunderstanding, but eventually Robin made the first move.

“I’ve always wanted to suck on some tits,” she had said finally, seeming fed up with your inability to make a move. She scooted forward on the couch, clenching her thighs conspicuously.

Fucking Christ, finally, you had thought, before saying, “Good thing, because I’ve always wanted you to suck my tits.”

Robin had chuckled then, a smile lighting up her eyes as she leaned in. The rest is pretty much history (in your eyes, anyway).

Tonight, Robin was coming over and Steve was going to be out for the night. You were both very clear that you would be spending the night doing just about anything other than sleeping. You had laid out some weed (nothing too crazy; you still needed to be sober enough) on the coffee table, along with snacks and water. You had put down blankets and pillows all over the living room floor because you two had a tendency not to make it to your bedroom, and it was just more comfortable to be prepared.

You knew you were doing a lot, but sex had become a big part of your friendship with Robin. Even non-romantically, you wanted to treat it with reverence because she was important to you.

As soon as Robin called to let you know that she was about to leave her house, you turned on the TV to some random movie and started rolling joints. As soon as you finished the second one, Robin let herself in.

“Mmm, smells like weed in here!” she called from the entrance.

You laughed, “In here! I just finished rolling.”

Robin came barreling into the room, her presence larger than life and her smile equally so. She unceremoniously dropped her bag on the ground and flopped on the couch next to you, just about as close as humanly possible.

“Hi,” she smiled, reaching for the joint.

“Hi,” you replied, bypassing her hand and placing the joint in her mouth yourself, fingers brushing her lips. She sucked in a sharp breath at the touch.

You flicked the lighter, putting the flame up to the joint and watching it light, spirals of white smoke immediately floating through the room. Robin took a long pull from it, before passing it to you, placing it gently on your lips the same way you had.

Time passed slowly as you passed the joint back and forth like that, until you were just high enough for every touch to feel incredibly pleasurable.

Eyelids just slightly heavy, you took the joint and said, “Let’s shotgun this one.”

Robin smiled lightly, immediately nodding and leaning in. You took a long pull from the joint, letting it settle in your mouth. Then, you slowly leaned in and breathed it into Robin’s mouth as she inhaled.

Your lips brushed softly, and you dropped the pretense, abandoning the shotgun only halfway through the hit. You surged the little bit of distance further and claimed her lips with your own, sighing into her mouth almost immediately.

Her kiss, as always, was electric. As much as you loved sex, kissing was a whole other world. The soft slide of Robin’s lips against your own, the taste of her chapstick, the little noises that escaped both your mouths, the insistence with which you both leaned into each other—it was all intoxicating. You took Robin’s bottom lip between your own, sucking into your mouth and pulling before letting it pop back into place. Robin whimpered, pulling you flush against her, and exhaled against your mouth, her tongue teasing your lips. You gladly reciprocated, running your tongue against her bottom lip as you tangled your fingers in her hair.

After what might have been hours of mindless making out, the intoxicating slide of swollen lips over each other, and endlessly wandering hands, you became acutely aware of the rest of Robin’s body. Your core was practically dripping onto the couch through your sweatpants.

Robin was wearing a ribbed tank top with seemingly nothing underneath, if the color and peak of her nipples through the shirt were to tell you anything. You moaned at the sight, diving down and mouthing at her tits through the fabric. Robin let out a gasp, arching into your mouth as you progressively got her tank wetter. You barely came up for air, reveling in the light mewls that escaped her mouth as you continued your ministrations.

“(Y/N),” Robin moaned, scrabbling at your clothing, trying to find purchase to get you closer to her. You pushed her down onto the couch, a whine escaping her as you briefly separated from her chest to take another hit off the joint.

“Shhhh,” you said, gently easing your knee between her thighs and lifting her tank for direct contact with her nipples. Robin moaned as she ground herself against your knee. You smiled, latching back onto her nipple and increasing the volume of her moans tenfold. It was moments like these that made you so glad you no longer lived in an apartment.

It took you about 30 seconds to notice Steve in the doorway.

You looked up from Robin’s chest, and there he was, eyes wide and frozen in place. You slowly lifted off Robin, who whined at the loss before noticing Steve, as well.

It was like a stare-off between the three of you, you and Robin slowly inching away from each other while Steve stood there with a completely bewildered look on his face.

“Since when do you fuck?” he asked, voice disbelieving.

You blinked. “Since, like, 16, Steve.”

Steve’s jaw dropped impossibly lower. “And since when do you fuck girls?”

“Since 16,” you answered drily.

“And since when do you fuck Robin?!” he nearly yelled.

“Like all the time since nearly 2 years ago,” Robin piped in, clearly enjoying the scene in front of her.

“And how do you get her to moan like that?” Steve said, voice cracking as he looked between the two of you.

You paused.

“Girls don’t moan when you fuck them?” you asked.

Steve sighed, almost a whine, as he pulled his fingers through his hair. He was really flushed, you noticed.

“I mean, a little, but not like that. Not like they want it so bad,” he muttered.

“Everyone reacts differently, Steve. It’s not really a guarantee that everyone moans like I do,” Robin said, barely bothering to cover herself.

Steve laughed mirthlessly. “I promise you, I have never had a girl react like that to me.”

You clucked lightly, turning toward Robin. “Isn’t he supposed to be the sex god of Hawkins?”

“I am!” Steve protested. “It’s just—I’ve never done anything like that.”

You smiled lightly. “It’s okay, Steve. Girls just know each other’s bodies better. Speaking of which, you said you wouldn’t be home tonight. And I still want to capitalize on that time,” you said, raising your eyebrows to get him to take a hint. At the same time, Robin shifted into your lap, smiling over her shoulder at Steve, making the same face as you.

For a minute, Steve was glued there. You could hear his heavy breathing, and you could see his flushed face and how his eyes darted between you and Robin, mentally mapping everything he saw. Holy shit. He was turned on.

Your gaze flicked toward Robin, who was obviously noticing the same thing. When she turned back to you, you quirked an eyebrow in silent conversation.

You saw Robin realize what you were asking and turn it over in her head.

“Could be hot,” she whispered to you. You nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.

Robin squinted at both of you. Then, she smiled and said, “As long as he doesn’t, like, fuck me or anything. I’m still a lesbian.”

You nodded, grinning wolfishly. You turned to look at Steve, who was still glued to his spot, looking between the two of you confusedly. You laid on the charm.

“I can… teach you,” you suggested casually, as if you didn’t want to take the two of them at the same time more than anything in the world. “You know… how to make girls moan like that.” Steve’s jaw dropped, but he stayed there.

“But, I know you’re a visual learner, so you have to come over here,” you prompted, wiggling impatiently against the seam of your sweatpants.

Steve seemed to snap out of it quickly, grinning as he made his way over to the couch and sitting next to you on the floor.

“Let’s start with the basics,” you said, leaning down and flicking your tongue over Robin’s nipple, eliciting a startled gasp. Steve took a ragged breath. “What do you typically do?”

Steve’s eyes were locked on your tongue as it danced over Robin’s tits, waiting for his response.

“I, um… typically start with kissing. You know, making out. Running my hands over her body. Then once she seems like she’s, uh, ready… I’ll put my hand down her pants,” Steve started.

You and Robin’s eyes both snapped to him. He noticed, furrowing his brow looking between you two.

“What? What is it?” he asked, frowning.

“There’s your first problem,” Robin said.

You nodded. “Steve, girls are very different from guys when it comes to pleasure. For most guys, it’s literally like a switch. You’re turned on, and all you have to do is pull on your dick.”

You shifted, simultaneously running your hands over Robin’s naked torso while talking to Steve. Robin let out a little shudder.

“You see,” you continued, “women are like… running a warm bath. You can’t just start the faucet and put the plug in, or you’re going to end up with just a lukewarm bath. You have to let the tap run, let it heat up, so that you get a hot bath. Women are like that. You have to get them sufficiently warmed up so that they really enjoy it.”

While you were talking, Robin wiggled under your hands, trying to maneuver them where she wanted them most. She let out little whines when your fingers trailed over her nipples.

“You see?” you asked, turning to Steve. He nodded, completely in the zone, his eyes mapping the movements of your hands and flickering up to Robin’s face to revel in her pleasure. Robin laughed lightly when their eyes met.

“Focus on (Y/N), Harrington,” Robin joked. Steve let out a shy chuckle, turning back to you.

“Good. Now try on me,” you said, pausing your ministrations on Robin momentarily to tug off your small top. Your tits puckered in the open air. Steve’s mouth was open as he drank in the sight of them.

He reached out and grabbed your waist. He dragged his fingers across your skin with an expertise you weren’t expecting. You shuddered as his fingers trailed on the swell of your underboob, letting your eyes slip shut as his touch ran over a nipple.

After a minute or so of you and Robin breathing heavily as hands ran across your bodies, you said, “Good. Hold on.”

Steve’s hands left your body and your eyes opened again. You continued running your hands over Robin, going lower and lower with each pass. In between words, you sucked at her nipples, earning a low moan every time.

“What do you do when you’re in her pants?” you said.

“I rub around a little bit. You know, the clit or whatever. Then I’ll typically finger her for a few minutes until we fuck,” Steve said, his voice cracking.

You shook your head and sighed, “Wrong again, Steve-O. The vast majority of girls don’t get off from fucking. They need their clit played with to come. If they’re not moaning like Robin was, you’re just not giving them what they need, which is pretty constant clit stimulation. Like this.”

You pushed your hand against Robin’s shorts over the spot you knew she liked. She let out a sudden moan, long and low, at something finally connecting with her clit. You rubbed slow and hard over that spot, torn between watching Robin’s face, screwed up and moaning, and Steve’s face, flushed a deep red and nearly panting at the sight.

You grew impatient at the instruction, just wanting to fuck either one of them until you got off several times. Robin’s shorts got pulled down rather roughly as a result.

She let out a broken yell as you buried your face in her cunt, lapping at her clit mercilessly. Steve let out a choked off grunt at the sight. You repositioned yourself and raised your ass in the air in front of him, breaking away from your favorite feast for just a second to murmur, “Do what I’m doing.”

Steve leapt at the permission, pulling your sweatpants down to reveal a glistening and already soaked pussy and inner thighs.

You were surprised when he licked at your thighs and lips first, seemingly cleaning up the mess you made of yourself. You moaned deep into Robin’s center at the feeling, who in turn let out a surprised yell at the vibrations. You switched to sucking Robin’s clit and quickly lifted your hand to tease her entrance, egged on by both people on either end of you.

You slipped a finger into Robin, shallow and curled upward, stroking the spot inside her you knew would make her legs start to shake as Steve finally licked a hot stripe through your folds, his tongue probing for your clit.

“D-down a little,” you managed to say as Robin’s hands tightly gripped your hair, her moans getting progressively louder as you turned your head to the side for a new angle.

Steve found what he was looking for and licked at it relentlessly, inspiring heavy moans of your own to reverberate through Robin’s core.

The three of you continued like that for a few minutes more, the room steadily filling with wet sounds of mouth against cunt and increasingly loud and breathy moans.

Steve was a quick learner, you had to admit. His onslaught of tongue and lips against you had your knees getting weak under you, but he grabbed your hips and hoisted them higher, granting him better access.

Surprisingly, you felt an orgasm building quicker than you would have expected. Steve took your clit into his mouth, lips pursed to suck, and gave a long pull, simultaneously easing two fingers in your soaked hole. You keened against Robin, heat pooling unbearably in your lower belly, and slipped two more fingers into her. Her walls clamped down around your hand, and she threw her head back in pants as she chanted, “Close, close, I’m so close, please (Y/N), fuck, please please please—”

You didn’t stop, didn’t relent, continuing your ministrations against her until you felt her walls clamp and flutter around your fingers and she let out a loud, high-pitched moan, sure to wake the neighbors. You worked her through it, stroking against her favorite spot inside and lightly licking her clit. Robin continued moaning, practically on the verge of yelling, as she pinched and rolled her nipples through her fingers until she was completely spent, limp against the couch cushions.

You had felt Steve stop momentarily as he watched Robin finish with awe. His fingers had stilled inside you, and you let out a frustrated growl, pushing back against him.

“Lesson number 3, Steve. When a girl tells you she’s close, you don’t slow down, you don’t speed up, you keep doing exactly what you’re doing, even if it kills you,” you said, flipping over onto your back and breaking him out of his trance. You reclined against Robin’s naked body, feeling her heave under you as Steve dipped his head back down to your center.

What he had lacked in knowledge, he made up for in enthusiasm. It was clear to you that while he may not have known exactly how to make a girl scream, he had certainly tried. Now, with that enthusiasm and new instruction imparted upon him, he was unstoppable. He lapped at your clit relentlessly, stroking at a spot inside you that made your toes curl and he ripped a truly embarrassing moan out of your mouth.

Robin, now recovered, pulled your hair out of the way and turned your head toward her, pulling you into a hot, open-mouthed kiss. You whimpered into her mouth as you felt yourself approaching the edge.

The sight below you only served to egg you on. Steve was absolutely buried in your pussy, his whole lower face glistening with your juices. He was whimpering lightly, too, gently fucking into the couch through his jeans.

“Stevie, Steve, oh my god,” you breathed, fisting your fingers through his hair. “I’m almost there, please, fuck, please keep going.”

He continued his exact motions, moaning into you at the sound of your voice.

With a high-pitched keen, you fell over the edge, clamping your thighs around his ears. You screwed your eyes shut, fucking up into Steve’s face to prolong the feeling, with Robin behind you sucking bruises into your neck. She reached around and pushed two fingers into your mouth, trying to quiet your ear-piercing moans. You gleefully licked and sucked around them, using the action as an outlet as your orgasm surged through you still.

Once you had come down, panting heavily as Steve nuzzled your inner thighs, you wasted no time in dragging him up to your face and taking his mouth in a bruising kiss. He moaned into your mouth as you deftly undid his belt.

It was honestly impressive, the speed with which you got his pants off and took him in your hand, pumping quickly as you lined him up with your entrance.

“Go on,” you whispered in his ear sweetly. “If you ask nicely, I’m sure Robin will help you get another one out of me.”

Steve groaned as he pushed into you, the intrusion familiar and welcome and making you moan loudly.

“Please,” he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut. “Robin, please.”

Robin chuckled breathlessly, nodding as she brought her hands around your front, rubbing in firm, tight circles over your clit, exactly how she knew you liked it. Underneath you, you could feel her doing the same to herself, trying to bring herself off at the same time as you and Steve.

You knew none of you would last long as Steve started thrusting into you earnestly. While Steve may have had a little trouble with foreplay, he sure knew how to use his hips. You moaned wantonly as his thrusts snapped into the most sensitive spots inside you, feeling yourself once again get close to the edge. Both Robin’s hands sped up, and her moans in your ear egged you on. Steve’s breaths turned ragged as his hips started to stutter.

You came first, with a weak tremble as your body eked out the last bits of pleasure it could. You moaned loudly, turning and capturing Robin in a searing kiss as your legs seized and walls clamped onto Steve.

Steve was next, snapping his hips into you with a brusque finality as he gave a vocal grunt, spilling into you and dropping his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair in a manner you hoped was soothing as he panted into your chest.

Robin was last, giving a pleased sigh and kissing up your neck as her free arm tightened around you.

All three of you lay, practically boneless, trying to catch your breath.

“This whole time, I thought you were a virgin,” Steve muttered disbelievingly.

Robin chuckled. “Yeah, you were a little slow on the uptake there, buddy.”

“Sooo…. that morning the Chief drove you home…?” Steve asked, trailing off.

You snorted. “Yes, Steve.”

Steve pulled a face. “And how the hell did you bag Karen Wheeler?”

“Oh, that one’s easy. Ted doesn’t know his head from his ass,” Robin replied, stroking her fingers through your hair.

“And does Nance know you’ve slept with her mother?” Steve teased.

You swatted his arm. “No. And she will never know,” you said threateningly.

Steve propped his chin up on your chest to meet your eyes. You softened, a goofy smile overtaking your face.

“Good lesson?” you asked softly.

Steve rolled his eyes. “If the noises you were making count for anything, I’d say so.” After a pause, “Although, I daresay I could use more practice.”

You suppressed a grin. “You know, you could use more practice. Robin’s still better than you and I’m sure you won’t stand for that.

“I will not, you’re right. Prepare to be overtaken, Buckley,” Steve wagged a finger in her face.

“Count me out, Harrington. This was fun, but I’m still as gay as they come. And don’t you dare go stealing my fuck buddy,” Robin warned, squinting at Steve.

Steve laughed, making eye contact with you. “We’ll have to see about that.”

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deadgirlwalkingtaylorsversion · 3 years ago

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to anyone reading this... PLEASE WRITE A ROBIN X OC FIC BASED ON "THOUGHT OF YOU" OR "BAD LOVE" BY THE ACES

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year ago

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ronancebible · 2 years ago

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the second hand unwinds {robin buckley x afab!reader}

Summary: You and Robin have been dancing around each other forever. One night at a party, your friends are determined to change that.

A/N: Fulfilling this and this request <3 GN pronouns used!

Warnings: Drug use (weed), gay sex! lol: vaginal fingering, oral sex, and thigh riding.

Oh shit, you thought absent-mindedly as Robin walked into the smoking room of the party. You choked on the smoke, nearly hacking a lung out at the surprise of seeing Robin in the room. She hated smoking and would hardly be caught dead in the hazy room full of foul-smelling smoke. You blindly leaned over and handed the joint to Jonathan, trying to clear your lungs while wiping at your watery eyes.

“You good?” you heard distantly, probably from Steve in the other corner. You nodded, finally regaining some semblance of a normal breath pattern.

It wasn’t even just Robin being in the room that threw you off—it was how good she looked. Not that she didn’t always look good (really, it was embarrassing how often you found yourself staring at your best friend), but tonight was a completely different story.

Your breath once again hitched violently when you saw Robin make her way over to you. Her eyes were adorned with thick black eyeliner with a shimmery red lip to match. She was wearing a cropped black t-shirt, her abdomen tantalizingly on display, and her black jeans hugged her legs in a way that left your head spinning.

“Hey,” she said softly, smiling widely and folding herself tightly into a criss-cross applesauce position by you. You tried to clear your head of the fog that the weed (and she) caused.

“Hey. What are you doing in here?” you replied with a smile just as bright as hers, nudging your knee against hers.

Robin’s leg felt rigid against yours, so you dropped a hand to her knee, absent-mindedly rubbing soft circles into the fabric against her skin.

Fuck. You were too stoned to be around Robin. You weren’t even that high, really, you hadn’t even properly inhaled your second hit off the joint, but even the small ways your inhibitions were lowered made your stomach squirm at the thought of what you could accidentally say or do. Like the hand on Robin’s knee right now.

Obviously, you knew you had a massive crush on Robin. Liking girls wasn’t anything new to you, thanks to Princess Leia’s gold bikini in Return of the Jedi, but Robin was a different story entirely. You were about as subtle as a fire alarm with your lingering glances and beet-red blushes. Nancy had figured you out months ago, her signature investigative reporter’s eye catching you on a particularly warm girls’ day at Lovers’ Lake (whose topless events you rehashed more often than you cared to admit).

Pretty much everyone had figured it out, really, except for—thankfully—Steve, who was about as oblivious as they came.

A warm hand on top of your own snapped you out of your thoughts. You heard Robin repeat your name. You shook your head to snap out of the fog, blushing deeply as you realized you had been staring at her the whole time.

“I just said I came in to, um… maybe give it a try?” Robin repeated, eyes darting around before timidly landing back on yours.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

Robin flushed a little, taking her hands and shoving them in her lap.

“Yeah, I mean… I’m mostly against smoking cigarettes as a habit, just because it’s so gross and unhealthy and there’s, like, no point, but I was thinking about it, and, if weed really is as great as you and Eddie and basically everyone else says it is, then I wanna try it. Especially since it’s not gonna be, like, a habit, I’m not gonna be smoking a joint every hour just to—”

Your hand shot up to cover her mouth. “Robin.”

She smiled sheepishly under your hand, reaching up to remove it from her mouth. Your breath hitched as her fingers curled around your wrist, and you were sure you almost stopped breathing when she didn’t bother letting go, both of your hands lazily overlapping against her thigh.

“Thanks,” she smiled.

“Of course. You know me,” you chuckled, dropping your eyes from her face for fear of your skin turning the shade of a tomato.

Jonathan, ever the bro, nudged the baggie and rolling papers over to you. Distantly, you realized you needed both hands to roll the joint, so you slowly slipped your hand out from Robin’s grasp, eyebrows furrowed at the effort it took to remove yourself from her willing grasp.

“It is really nice, but for your first time we’ll take it easy. I’m here for you, and everyone here is cool and can help you out if you need it. Also, I will warn you, it doesn’t really taste or smell all that good. I like to have some water or juice on hand to get the taste out of my mouth,” you murmured, concentrating on spreading the weed out on the paper. You weren’t an expert by any means, but you smoked enough to know what you were doing.

“Oh, okay. That makes sense, yeah, I have a juice right here.”

You saw Robin lift something in your periphery and you glanced over to see her holding up a bottle of apple juice. Her goofy grin went straight to your heart, and you fumbled the full paper a little, recovering quickly and only turning slightly red as you glanced back down to the matter at hand.

You could feel Robin’s gaze lingering on you as you continued rolling the joint, and you glanced up at her briefly, smiling when your eyes met. Jesus Christ, your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

“Stop staring, Buckley,” you muttered with a small smile. You heard her chuckle softly.

You glanced back and forth at each other a few more times, each as heart-attack inducing and confusing as the last, as you finished rolling. When you were done, you presented the finished joint dramatically.

“Ta-da,” you flourished, waving your hand to be dramatic.

Robin laughed, snorting briefly (and you tried to ignore the way your heart leapt).

“You’re such a dork,” she said, swinging her body around to sit directly next to you, bodies pressing together. You gulped, trying to act as natural as possible.

“So, it’s probably gonna burn pretty bad going down, especially if you’ve never smoked anything before. It’s okay if you cough—no one here’s judging,” you prefaced, nudging your leg against Robin’s and smiling in her direction absently.

“Oh, um… is there anything that makes it smoother? I’m kind of scared I’ll accidentally throw up,” Robin admitted. You saw her fiddling with the laces on her boots.

Your brain ground to a halt as you thought of one of the only things that would make joint smoke smoother. Your face once again turned beet red as you twiddled the joint between your fingers.

“Um. There is one thing, but, like, I don’t know if you’d want to,” you muttered, not meeting her eyes all the way.

You could still feel her brow furrow as she pressed even closer to you. “I mean, I don’t know why I wouldn’t want to. Why, what is it?”

You cleared your throat, trying to muster up some semblance of courage to describe it.

“It’s called shotgunning. Basically, I would take the hit and inhale it and then, um, you would, like, inhale out of my mouth,” you explained haltingly.

You didn’t really want to make eye contact after explaining that, afraid that your face would be too red and immediately give you way, but you made yourself look over at Robin anyway. Her face was also slightly pink (damn the hot, smoke-filled room) with wide eyes and she stuttered before speaking.

“I’m—I mean that’s, uh, cool with me if it’s cool with you.”

Your heart sped up immediately, and you nodded self-consciously before flicking the lighter on.

“Okay. Yeah. Cool. Um, okay so, I guess I’ll just lean in and you inhale when I exhale, okay?”

You gave Robin what you hoped was a reassuring smile after seeing her slightly nervous expression and took the joint between your lips, holding the lighter over the end and burning the tip away.

You inhaled deeply, rich smoke filling your lungs and edging its way into your consciousness.

You turned quickly toward Robin, heart racing as you tried not to make her uncomfortable with your proximity. She edged closer to you, pursing her lips to inhale as you started to blow, still too far from her face and shaking unstably from the angle. She seemed to chase you for a second, trying to catch the slow stream of smoke coming out of your mouth, but, after barely a second, her eyebrows set and she reached up and grabbed your face, fingers digging into the soft part of your cheek. Your lungs started burning for air, but you couldn’t bear to break yourself from Robin’s firm grasp.

“Stay still,” she muttered, before leaning in incredibly close, lips barely brushing, and inhaled from your mouth in earnest as you pushed the smoke out of your lungs.

It felt like alarm bells going off in your head as Robin’s lips hovered tantalizingly close to yours. You barely managed to exhale all the way without stopping your breath just due to the sheer proximity of her face.

Once your lungs were totally devoid of smoke, you stifled a cough from the effort. Robin’s hand dropped from your face to your back, thumping you softly as you continued to cough.

“I really could have executed that better,” you said hoarsely. “Did you get a good hit?”

Robin nodded her head side to side, as if to say so-so. “I definitely think I could use another one.”

You nodded, trying not to let your panic show on your face. You barely survived the first try without melting onto the ground.

Face red, you took another long pull off the joint, this time easily letting your face be taken in hand and turned toward the object of your affections.

This time, with more warning and preparation, you were able to appreciate the contact Robin’s hand made with your face. Her fingers felt strong and soft against your cheeks, caressing the skin there minutely as her lips once again barely brushed yours.

She managed to inhale nearly all of the hit you had taken, and you quickly repeated the process once more, not wanting to let a spare second risk Robin taking her hand away from your face.

Once you were done, Robin’s fingers dropped away from your cheeks, coming to rest lightly against your knee. You both faced each other, eyes wandering around the room in comfortable silence, and after a few minutes, you realized you were definitely buzzed. Robin’s eyes looked hooded.

“I’m definitely already feeling it,” Robin whispered, eyes scanning your face hungrily. You shivered.

“Yeah, me too. How’re you feeling?”

Robin hummed, head inching away from yours and thumping back against the wall. You sighed quietly at the loss.

“You were right. This is really nice.”

“What do you like about it?” you asked with a smile, itching to hear her first impressions.

“Everything is just… nice. It feels like how cheesy movies portray life. Just… better,” she tittered, eyes glancing around the room at the friends surrounding you.

“It also makes everything prettier,” she continued, glancing back over at you with a look that made your mouth dry up (or maybe that was the weed). “Like you. Jesus, typically you’re so gorgeous, but right now you look like a goddess. Seriously, I don’t really know what to do with myself.”

Your heart nearly stopped, and then started going a mile a minute. Your skin flushed, and a dopey smile overtook your face.

Robin’s eyes dropped to your lips so quickly, you were sure you imagined it.

Steve suddenly came out of nowhere (probably the other corner, really) and crouched down beside you. You both snapped around to look at him, annoyance clear on your faces.

“Ooookay, Robin, I’m glad this is fun but, uh, just following your own orders here, so we’ve gotta go to the kitchen and get some water,” he said conspiratorially, gently grabbing Robin by the arm and lifting her into a standing position. You squinted at him suspiciously.

Robin rolled her eyes and grumbled as she clambered to her feet, letting herself be led by Steve away from you.

He turned around to look at you, but your gaze had returned to Robin, eyes holding the same affection you were sure they always did, the stupid smile unsoiled.

You didn’t see it, too busy continuing your affectionate stare—or ogle—at Robin, but realization crept over Steve’s face, his searching stare turning into raised eyebrows, his mouth making a small ‘o’.

Robin giggled at you, rolling her eyes playfully and pointing at Steve. “I’m gonna see what the dingus wants,” she called out to you as she was steered out of the room. You smiled and nodded in return, waving her off without a worry.

Nancy was next to you in an instant, a barrage of questions spilling out of her mouth without warning.

“What was that? Seriously, what was that, because, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s stupidly in love with you,” Nance said nudging you over and over as if to prove her point further.

You blinked confusedly. “No, no, you’ve got the wrong idea. She just wanted to try smoking for the first time and, uh, wanted the smoke to burn less, so we just… shotgunned a few hits.”

Nancy looked at you in disbelief. “Did you, like, completely miss the part where she called you a goddess?”

“No, but that’s, like, how girls talk to each other. It doesn’t mean anything, Nance.” You sighed, refusing to once again spiral into the possibility that Robin liked you back.

Nancy just stared at you.

“What?” you said, exasperated.

She sighed your name dramatically. “I know you’re being pragmatic, but Jesus, just let yourself see the very realistic, good possibility in front of you!”

You opened your mouth to reply, but, as suddenly as he had appeared the last time, Steve swooped down and sat next to you, greeting you with your name.

“Nance. I would like to see you in the kitchen, please,” he said, his words laden with obvious hidden meaning.

“Oh, um… sure?” Nancy replied, frowning at the interruption.

“I promise,” he continued, glancing over at you briefly, “that this is in both of our vested interests.”

You scrunched your face in confusion, but Nancy’s face lit up with understanding, nodding as she took Steve’s hand and quickly trailed after him to the kitchen, throwing back a quick, “Be right back!”

You sighed, shrugging to yourself as you glanced around the room, enjoying the high that settled throughout your body. Steve and Nancy grabbed Eddie by the arm and pulled him out of the room, too. You rolled your eyes. They were definitely up to something. Something to do with Robin. Robin. You smiled softly.

Once your mind was on her, it didn’t leave. You daydreamed, thoughts of her smile and gorgeous self flitting through your brain.

You didn’t really know how long you sat there, high wearing off, as you ran through daydream after daydream of Robin, of holding her hand, kissing her, getting to be hers. All you know is that you must have had the dreamiest look on your face because the next thing you knew, Argyle (seriously, where did that dude live?) was waving his hand in front of your face.

“Hey, dudette, you look suuuper spaced out. Purple Palm Tree Delight hit you too hard tonight? Or do you have someone else on your mind?” he lulled.

You blinked rapidly, trying to assess exactly how much time had passed and how stupid the face you were making was.

“Oh. Um… No, I was just thinking about—”

“Not to worry, my friend. You may be super obvious, but the object of your desires has yet to catch on. Not that it would be bad if it did, though,” he said cryptically before walking away, his hair fluttering behind him.

You gaped, incredibly confused, as you tried to decipher his meaning. Not that it would be bad?

It wasn’t long you had to wonder, though, before the rest of the party came streaming into the room. You ran through the list of names in your head: Jonathan, Nancy, Steve, Robin, Eddie, Argyle, maybe Argyle’s girlfriend, and a few others that you recognized but couldn’t quite name. You trailed toward the middle of the room where everyone was congregating, heart skipping a few times as Robin found you, face lighting up with a smile and giving your shoulder a squeeze.

“What’s going on?” you whispered to Robin as you let yourself be corralled into a circle, Eddie’s voice cutting through the drone of the crowd, insisting people sit in formation. You complied quickly, not wanting to incur his wrath.

She shrugged, dropping into criss-cross applesauce so close next to you that your legs completely overlapped. You could feel the warmth of her leg so firmly against yours, a tangible reminder of the love and life inside her you liked so much. She pulled your hand over to her knee, holding on lightly. You swallowed a sigh, blushing furiously. The weed still left in your system made it feel amplified, electric even.

“Whatever it is, I’m definitely scared. They came up with it in the kitchen and wouldn’t let me see.”

A clap from Eddie snapped you out of your continued conversation.

“Alright! Now, because we are grown adults about as immature as they come, Harrington and I have decided we will be playing the oldest game in the middle school book.”

He shook something behind his back ominously before slowly revealing a ball cap full of slips of paper.

“Seven minutes in heaven.”

Noise filled the small space as the room split reactions. Overpowering were laughs, people who were down for a stupid game sure to cause entertainment. Less so were groans from the more reluctant part of the group, likely leaning less toward the immature side that Steve had mentioned. You noticed Robin next to you giving a nervous giggle.

You remained quiet, wide-eyed at the suggestion. The heat of Robin’s leg against yours seemed to grow hotter, her presence making you hyper aware.

Might not be so bad…

Your eyes flicked over to Robin, and you found her already looking back at you, expression unreadable. You knew your face was heating up, but really, you were kind of entranced by Robin’s gaze on you.

Eddie’s voice ruined it once again, and you about-faced. “Now, the bowl of names is already made,” he said, shaking the hat, “so let’s set some ground rules.” He stood up straight, speaking more seriously.

“One, and this should go without saying, don’t fuckin’ make anyone do anything. Be real,” he started, tone already chastising.

“Two: what happens in the closet stays in the closet. You don’t have to kiss and tell, or not kiss and tell, if you don’t want. We’re all grown ups here.

“And three: absolutely NO bodily fluids touch the carpet. If you are found in violation, you will be publicly humiliated,” Eddie finished with a smile, at least partially joking on the last part. A titter of laughter followed.

Robin’s leg was now searing hot on yours.

“Now, Stevie here has lovingly volunteered to go first, just to get the ball rolling. King Harrington, the honors?” Eddie reached the hat out, bowing slightly and shaking the contents.

Steve laughed a little, fingers wiggling over the slips of paper as if he could get a sense of which to choose. He finally landed on one toward the top, plucking it dramatically from the pile.

It crinkled as he opened it, eyes scanning the paper before his eyebrows raised slightly.

“Uh, it’s Nancy.”

The room ooh-ed as Steve rolled his eyes and offered his hand to Nancy, who made a similar face as she accepted, standing to meet him. They made their way to the spacious closet, door clicking shut behind them.

Robin nudged you, leaning in to whisper in your ear as conversations resumed around you.

“It took me a while to believe, but Steve is definitely over her. He has his eye on someone else. I don’t think anything’s gonna happen in there,” she said, voice low and raspy. A shiver ran down your spine at her hot breath in your ear.

WIth a little frown, you replied, “Yeah, Nance, too. She apologized to him a while back, for how things went down. She’s definitely over him, though.”

Robin hummed, and you held your breath as her hand started rubbing circles over yours.

“Do you… think you’ll kiss anyone?” she said slowly, not meeting your eyes.

You hesitated, eyes jumping between Robin’s eyes and her hand on yours.

“I– I don’t really know. I guess it would depend on the person.” A beat. “What about you?”

Robin sighed, a long and weary breath that you weren’t used to hearing from her.

“I don’t think so. I’m kinda… hung up on someone.”

Your stomach dropped to your feet, and you felt lightheaded, like someone had sucked the air out of the room.

“Oh.”

Robin pressed on, her grip on your hand tightening slightly. “I don’t think I would kiss anyone but them.”

Them.

“Oh.”

Your eyes dropped to your hands pressed together in her lap, a violent blush rising to your cheeks as you tried to tamp down the hope, the possibility, blooming within you.

Robin laughed humorlessly, eyebrows tight and holding your hand in a vice grip now as she said, “Yeah. Oh. Why does everyone always say it like that?”

You panicked, hating the pseudo dramatic irony that had built up between you, and you scrambled for something, anything to say that would assuage Robin’s worries, simultaneously trying to overcome the panic of coming out to her.

“Not bad oh! Definitely not– not bad oh, Rob. I mean, for the record, I don’t think I would kiss anyone except the—” you cleared your throat. “Except the girl I was hung up on, either.”

Robin’s hand stilled, and you actually felt her breath catch in her throat. Slowly, her head pivoted toward you, a small smile creeping over her face.

“No shit?” she giggled.

“No shit,” you laughed in reply, giddy at all the possibilities that opened up in front of you.

“Jesus, and I thought I was the only one left in Hawkins,” Robin said, hand now painfully tight over yours.

You flexed your hand under hers. “Jeez, Rob, you’re gonna cut off my circulation,” you complained, still smiling painfully.

Robin immediately looked worried, loosening her grip and drawing away quickly.

“Shit, I’m sorry—”

“No!” you cut her off, pulling her hand back to you. She looked slightly startled, so you smiled sheepishly. “No, sorry, I just mean— don’t let go, just loosen up a little.”

You were sure you were fire-engine red, wide-eyed at your all-but-confession, and Robin looked at you similarly, eyebrows crooked in a silent, unanswered question, but, differently, a smile pinched at her lips, eyes soft as she gazed at you.

Which, of course, was the moment Eddie called time and brought Steve and Nancy back in the room, both looking thoroughly un-kissed as they rolled their eyes at the jests that met them once they left the closet.

Steve plopped down to your left, giving you a kind smile as he reached around and thumped Robin on the shoulder.

“Nothing to report?” Robin asked quietly.

“Oh, believe me, absolutely nothing,” Steve sighed, looking satisfied. He looked at you. “I think we’re going counterclockwise, so, get ready.”

Your eyebrows shot up as you noticed Eddie heading toward you with the ballcap. With no time to mentally prepare yourself, you just stood up when he offered you his hand, realizing you were still a little high when you indulged him with a reciprocated bow.

When he offered you the hat full of the slips of paper, you only hesitated slightly before plunging your hand in and quickly drawing out the first one your fingers closed around.

You held your breath as you thumbed open the folded paper.

Robin

The name slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, and the room filled with noise, loud comments and playful catcalls alike. Nearly everyone in here knew about your embarrassing crush, you realized. Even Argyle and his girlfriend, by the looks of it.

Robin looked like a fish out of water, eyes wide as she scrambled to her feet, rushing over to meet you in the center of the circle. You didn’t have a chance to say anything to each other before Eddie was corralling both of you into the closet as if he were herding cattle. You could barely protest (as if you wanted to) before the door clicked shut, leaving you and Robin in the soft glow of the lone small lamp in the corner.

“Robin…” you started, but she cut you off abruptly.

“Listen, you can totally, like, punch me if I’m wrong, I mean, like, feel free to kill me, even but I’m just gonna try something because I think I finally figured something out and, yeah, I’m just gonna—”

And then she cut herself off by kissing you.

You gasped into your mouth, only hesitating for a second before kissing back earnestly. If this meant what you think it meant, you would follow along blindly to the ends of the earth, and even if it was just for tonight, you would take whatever you could get.

Robin’s chapstick tasted like root beer, you realized distantly. Did she always wear root beer? Would you ever find out?

Robin pulled away slightly.

“Dude, I can hear you thinking from here,” she whispered. “Did I get it wrong, am I not—”

“No, no way, you didn’t get it wrong at all!” you cut her off. “I just…”

With a sigh, you swallowed your pride. “I’m just, like, stupidly in love with you and wondering if this is a one-time thing.”

Robin just stared at you for a second, beautiful face illuminated by the soft light.

“Oh my god, we’re such idiots,” she giggled.

You furrowed your brow in confusion. Seeing the look on your face, Robin lifted up a hand to your cheek, stroking it softly. “I’m stupidly in love with you, too, dingus,” she whispered before bringing your lips together again.

This time, when you gasped in her mouth, she took it in stride, slipping her lips open and taking your bottom lips between hers. You went light headed at the sensation, gleefully kissing back, chasing the taste of her root beer chapstick. A little overeager, you pushed further into Robin, causing her to stumble backwards a few steps. She giggled into your mouth, pulling you down to a sitting position.

After a second of maneuvering, you were both sitting back on your knees, leaning forward clumsily to meet lips again. Her hand wrapped itself through the hair at the base of your neck, the other hand caressing your cheek softly. Your hands were a little less coordinated, grasping desperately at the shirt she was wearing.

Robin was a good kisser, you thought absently, a twist of jealousy running through you as you considered who she might have gotten good with. A particularly delicious slide of her lips against yours banished the thought completely, and you whimpered thoughtlessly into her mouth.

Robin chuckled against you, easing forward slowly. You began to lose your balance as she pushed into you, but then you realized that was exactly what she wanted. You broke off for a second, taking the opportunity to lay back on the ground. Robin hovered over you, smiling down as she softly traced her hand up your arm.

“So now you’re a mind reader, huh?” she teased before bracketing your body with her arms and reclaiming your lips with hers.

Kissing Robin, you decided, was your new favorite pastime. She had you in a puddle under her, nibbling and sucking at your bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue. Your hands clung to her desperately, winding through her hair and collar.

Before long, you felt Robin’s knee make contact with your clothed center. You gasped into her mouth, needily squirming down to find friction.

“Robbie,” you muttered against her lips. “We don’t have much time.”

Robin smiled at you, eyes dark as she replied, “Don’t worry, I can be quick.”

With that, her knee increased pressure and you let out a whimper at the delicious friction. You were barely high anymore, but you had forgotten how horny weed made you, the evidence already damp against your underwear.

“Are you sure?” you whispered as Robin’s hands trailed under your shirt. Her hands stilled for a second.

“I’ve wanted this for an embarrassingly long time, so, yes, I’m very sure,” she said, breath heavy. “You?”

You nodded vigorously. “Same.”

Her hands resumed motion as she smiled, head dipping to your throat and placing open-mouthed kisses as her hands trailed softly over your nipples.

You moaned in earnest, shuddering at the feeling.

“Shh, baby, everyone’s just out there,” Robin teased, sucking a fresh bruise into your collarbone. At the same moment, you heard loud music start playing from the adjoining room. You blushed furiously at the idea of everyone hearing you.

Your hands needed something to do as you lay there, pliant and willing to Robin’s wishes. You groaned at the continued friction from her knee, and suddenly felt the need to give her the same. Your hands shot out, grasping her hips and rubbing circles into her hipbones, inching slowly toward the center.

Robin’s breath hitched as she realized what you were doing. When you hand reached the waistline of her jeans, you quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them. Wasting no time, you maneuvered your hand over her panties, cupping her harshly and rubbing back and forth. A moan vibrated against your neck and you noticed your hand was already sticky with her wetness.

She broke off of your neck to sigh at the contact. Her supporting arm trembled next to you.

“Babe, my arm is tired and we’re probably running out of time,” she said, voice cracking as she lifted off the ground and pulled back slightly.

You frowned slightly, tempted to pull her back down to you. “Oh. Did you wanna stop and cool off or something?”

Robin shook her head quickly, peeling her jeans off quickly and scooting further down your body.

“No, I’m gonna eat you out,” she said, meeting your eyes mischievously.

Your jaw dropped and a wave of heat wracked your body, settling strongly in your core. Your hips shifted up as Robin moved to slip your pants and underwear off.

“Where…” you swallowed thickly, heat reaching your face. “Do you know how?”

Robin smiled sheepishly as she dropped kisses up your legs. “I’ve been taught, but I haven’t exactly… put it in practice.”

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean…”

Robin quirked her eyebrows slightly, and you caught on.

“Oh! Ew, I’m not thinking about Steve right now,” you said, brain hazing more and more as Robin neared your center.

“Definitely not,” she agreed, hot breath fanning over your inner thighs.

A slightly tentative tongue dipped into your folds, running slowly up and down from clit to hole. At your first low moan, Robin became slightly more confident, pressure increasing and running circles over your clit.

You were in heaven, embarrassingly close already. You hand grasped Robin’s hair tightly, and she moaned slightly before pulling off of you.

“No. I want you to touch your tits,” she said, voice raspy and eyes dark.

Your breath hitched at the command, finding you liked this side of Robin… a lot. You nodded, pulling your shirt over your chest with a whimper. You ran one hand across your underboob, the other hand taking a nipple and harshly tweaking.

“Good,” Robin said, a little smug, before she brought her mouth against you again.

This time, she ran her tongue up and down a few times, spreading your wetness, before wrapping her lips around your clit and suckling softly. A loud moan ripped its way out of you, and you’d never been more thankful for loud party music.

Robin continued like that, suction over your clit as she also ran her tongue over the sensitive spot. You felt your walls flutter around nothing.

As if Robin could read your mind, you felt a warm finger tease your entrance.

“Please, Robbie, yes,” you babbled, gasping loudly.

She broke away for a second and said, “Fucking Christ, I like to hear you beg.”

One finger slipped in easily, crooked upward. It felt delicious but it was nowhere near enough. You whined.

“Use your words,” Robin said, drawing your eyes back toward her. “Please,” she added, looking slightly unsure.

You giggled slightly, as much as you could manage through the haze of pleasure, bringing a hand down to stroke her hair affectionately.

Her finger moved and you gasped, suddenly back to your urgent need at hand.

“Please… another finger.”

Robin smiled, saying, “There we go,” before slipping in a second finger, crooked upward just the same. She simultaneously latched back on to your clit, sucking and licking as though her life depended on it.

“Oh, God,” you choked out as you grew closer and closer to the edge. Your hands grasped for purchase, and you found yourself grasping your chest, just like Robin had told you earlier.

“Robin, I’m so—” you cut yourself off with a moan.

Robin hummed against you, glancing up at you through her eyelashes. That, combined with the mind-numbing friction of a particular out stroke, had you tumbling over the edge. The pressure on your clit exploded, and your walls dragged Robin’s fingers in deep.

“Fuck, Robin, oohhhh,” you moaned loudly.

Robin worked you through it, kitten licking your clit to prolong the sensation, her fingers still inside you as your walls pulsed around them. You gasped for air, lost in the waves of pleasure crashing against you.

Finally, you came down, panting through the aftershocks. You started scooting to meet Robin, but she stopped you in your tracks.

“Just sit there… and look pretty,” she said through heavy breaths. She pulled you into a sitting position, grabbing your shoulders before settling on your thigh.

“Do you not want me to do anything?” you asked, hands settling on her hips.

Realization struck you as she started rocking on your thigh, hard. She had already soaked through her underwear, leaving a sticky wet patch on your leg, and you let out a soft whimper at how utterly sexy she looked.

“You can—fuck, oh my god—suck on my tits,” she moaned, eyes slipping shut as she ground herself down hard and fast.

You obliged quickly, licking a small circle around her right nipple. Robin keened above you at the contact. You sucked a hickey on the swell of her underboob, right next to her nipple.

“Ohh, God,” Robin moaned vocally, movements quickening as your tongue moved to flick over her nipple. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked softly.

Robin was loud. You felt yourself start to get wet again as you listened to the high-pitched sighs that escaped her mouth with every breath, her head tossed back in absolute pleasure as she ground herself with unrelenting pressure into your thigh

“I’m gonna—fucking—Oh my God,” she said breathlessly as her movements became sporadic.

You scraped your teeth over her nipple and that was all it took. Robin barely suppressed a yelled-out moan, hips stuttering as she let off the pressure but continued rocking her hips, her hands in a vice grip on your shoulders. You rocked her hips through it, soothing her until she fell forward onto you, sweaty and spent.

You both caught your breath, laughing lightly and exchanging small kisses.

With a gasp, you remembered why the hell you two were in there initially.

“Robin! It’s been way longer than seven minutes!” you said, panicked.

Robin’s eyes widened, and with a small shit, you both began scrambling to put on your clothes and get the hell out of the closet.

You pushed the door open, bursting once again in the bright room, Robin right behind you. You found everyone talking amongst themselves over loud music.

“Why didn’t anyone get us?” you nearly shrieked.

Nearly everyone’s heads swiveled around to you both.

“Fucking finally!” Nancy said, raising a glass in your direction. There were similar agreements from everyone else, a toast practically made in your names.

“What?” you said, confused. Robin wore a similar face next to you.

Steve nudged the baseball cap over to you. “Check the papers,” was all he said.

Brow furrowed, you bent down to rifle through the slips and unfold them. Realization crept over you, along with a blush.

They all said Robin.

Robin gasped behind you, pointing an accusatory finger at Steve. “You rigged it!”

Steve just shrugged with a smile.

“I mean, it worked, right?”

You pinched your lips together. He did have a point.

He raised his eyebrows, now looking at Robin.

“And it sounds like the lessons worked. We had to put the music on.”

You sputtered, turning red. Robin stifled a laugh next to you.

Steve grinned. “Cigarette?”

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ronancebible · 3 years ago

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jealousy, jealousy {robin buckley x afab!reader}

Summary: Robin finds herself incredibly jealous of the way you and Eddie talk to one another. When she comes to talk to you about it, she finds you in a rather compromising situation. 2.6k words.

A/N: For my wonderful anon! I hope you enjoy. There is the slightest bit of period-typical internalized homophobia, but nothing too heavy! It's still a light read. No pronouns used, but the reader is implied to be female through discussions of same-sex attraction.

Warnings: Brief, slight mentions of internalized homophobia, masturbation, mutual masturbation, tiny alcohol mention

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You let out a sigh as you finally took a sip of the cold water you had left at the picnic site. The hot July sun beat down on the meadow; the cheese was sure to be warm now and the champagne bound to be flat.

Steve had had the absolutely terrible idea to take a hike up to Weathertop from the picnic site, not realizing it was over 4 miles away. Everyone had given up and turned around after an hour of fruitless walking.

Steve had beat you all back to the large blanket, lazily spread out on a fluffy patch of grass. He was reaching for the strawberries when you walked up. Eddie and Robin trailed slightly behind you, only meeting you there after you had already quickly drained your bottle, panting heavily.

“Man, I thought you only made those sounds when you were with me,” Eddie said, grinning as he toed his shoes off and sat down on the edge of the blanket. You rolled your eyes fondly.

“Maybe if you keep up the good behavior, I’ll make some better ones for you,” you teased in return, throwing him a showy wink for good measure.

You and Eddie had established this flirty rapport a few months prior. It wasn’t that you were really into each other, no, it was because of an incident at a local mall. Eddie had been stoned, carelessly licking at an ice cream cone. Inhibitions lowered, he openly goggled a large poster ad for Calvin Klein briefs, only to quickly realize his mistake when he got a funny look from a mother with her children.

He had immediately tried to cover, his only thought being to tell you, “Can’t wait for you to get me out of those tonight, (Y/N).”

The mother looked scandalized, and quickly walked away with her kids as you doubled over in laughter.

“Want me to use my teeth?” you managed to reply after several seconds laughing, which only served to make both you and Eddie crack up all over again.

It had been a recurring theme between the two of you since. As much as it was silly, you had really grown to appreciate it for the peace of mind it gave Eddie. And you, on the occasion that your eyes lingered too long on a Victoria’s Secret model poster at the mall.

For the two of you, it was comfortable and reassuring, however stupid it sounded. For Robin and Steve however, it was endlessly annoying.

“Oh my God, enough,” Steve groaned through a mouthful of strawberry. “It’s endless.”

“Please, try walking next to them on that hike,” Robin commiserated before spraying whipped cream into her mouth. You watched how the muscles in her neck moved when she tipped her head back, how her lips pursed to catch all the cream, blushing and looking away when her tongue darted out to clean the corner of her mouth.

There was that small fact, too.

You and Eddie scoffed and rolled your eyes as Robin flipped you off.

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“Are you actually into Eddie? Like, for real?” Robin asked you later, back at your apartment. You could see her chewing her thumbnail out of the corner of your eye.

Your breath hitched a little, like it did every time someone asked you about guys. Answering always felt like a half-truth. You forced a smile.

“No, don’t worry. We won’t be messing up the group dynamic anytime soon,” you said, not looking up from the picnic dishes you were washing.

“Well, I mean… you kind of already have,” Robin said, finally drawing your attention away from the dishes. You searched her face, seeing genuine annoyance and frustration.

“We can’t go anywhere or do anything without you two flirting like crazy. And it’s so graphic,” she continued, her face reddening slightly.

“Robin, I didn’t know it bothered you,” you said, feeling bewildered. “You know it’s just a joke, it’s just the way we are. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well it’s getting on my nerves!” Robin shot back.

You turned back to the dishes quickly, trying to hide as emotion welled on your face. You didn’t know how to justify your actions without telling her about you or Eddie, so you stayed quiet as Robin lowered herself off the counter, looking slightly remorseful.

“I’ll get out of your hair,” she muttered, letting herself out of your apartment.

You let out a heavy sigh as you heard the door slam. This was the last thing you wanted.

You had no idea that Robin was genuinely bothered by the way you and Eddie talked to each other. As far as you knew, she and Steve only teased you about it. Her reaction took you by surprise.

Your mind wandered to earlier in the day as you tried to remember if Robin had seemed more upset than you noticed officially. You wracked your brain, but after a few minutes, all you could come up with was the vision of Robin spraying whipped cream into her mouth. How her lips had moved. How her eyes closed when her head tipped back.

You tried to shake it off, but then you remembered the flush of her cheeks, her heavy breathing as you hiked across Hawkins earlier. How the fine hairs at the base of her neck stuck to her skin, how you wanted to lick every drop of sweat that beaded down her cheeks.

Great. Robin was mad at you and all you could do was get turned on by her. Like always.

You huffed, putting the last dish on the drying rack. After standing still for a few seconds, turning it over in your head, you gave in with a sigh. You were too worked up to do anything else.

You walked to your room, swinging the door shut and climbing on top of your bed, shedding your jacket as you went.

You lay on your bed, still for a second, as you let the thoughts swirl around your head. At a particularly fond memory of watching Fast Times at Ridgemont High (53 minutes, 5 seconds), you groaned impatiently, shedding your top and sighing as your boobs hit the open air. Thoughts of Robin’s thigh pressed against your own at movie night spurred you on as you unceremoniously shoved a pillow between your thighs, lightly pressing down to tease yourself as you worked yourself up.

You bit your lip as you trailed your hands over your body, slowing down at your nipples, the swell at your underboob, right above your waistline—you were entranced by your own touch, imagining Robin’s smartass smile as you did so. Her hands covered in rings.

You almost wished you had more of a moral compass. One that told you it was weird to get off to thoughts of your best friend. But in the moment, you couldn’t care any less. Right now, all that existed was your need, your touch, and Robin’s face flitting through your memories.

Eventually, though, the pillow wasn’t enough, and you threw it aside in a huff. You were good and truly wet now, the kind of wet that left you whining as you felt your folds easily slide together. You haphazardly reached into your nightstand, digging under school papers until you found what you were looking for. Your prized Playboy.

You lazily flipped through it, your fingers getting closer and closer to your center as you went. About five pages in, at a particularly tantalizing photo, you slid your fingers in through your folds, shuddering heavily at the feeling. You looked at the woman in print, mesmerized as always with the way her tits sat against her body, whining as your fingertip brushed your clit.

You were just about to start touching in earnest when you heard a startled voice.

“That’s a Playboy.”

You shot up, face burning an obscene shade of red as you finally noticed Robin in the doorway. She looked transfixed, eyes flitting between your hand and the magazine. Her face must have been as red as yours.

Still, she gulped and repeated, “That’s a Playboy.”

You moved slowly to cover yourself with the covers. “I know,” you whispered.

“Why are you getting off to a Playboy, (Y/N)?” Robin said, voice hardly higher than a whisper.

Tears threatened your eyes. You didn’t want to have to do this. Not right now, not ever. Especially not with Robin.

“I… I mean, shit, Rob, why do you think?” you forced out, not knowing what else to say, voice just as low as Robin’s.

The most unexpected thing happened. Her face slowly crept into a smile, a smile that read no malicious intent. She took a step closer.

“I came back to, um… apologize. I shouldn’t have said that shit,” Robin said.

You shook your head, bewildered. Now, of all times? When you were basically naked, caught masturbating?

“Robin, I—”

“No, hold on, let me finish,” she insisted, taking a few steps forward and sitting on the edge of your bed. “I came to apologize.”

She took a deep breath. “It’s kind of hard to come to terms with… some feelings. Ones that you’ve been told your whole life aren’t right… aren’t natural. Shit, even the more accepting people basically imply it’s abnormal. But, I did. After a while. And I’m really okay with it. I like it about myself, actually. And I think you might know what I’m talking about,” she said, eyes meeting yours shyly, briefly. You held your breath.

“I thought you and Eddie were for real. And it bothered me so much, and I didn’t really know why, until I realized I was… jealous. I was just sickeningly jealous. I wanted you to say those things to me. Not him.”

Silence. Your eyes met.

“So, I’m sorry for snapping at you. And I’m sorry for walking away,” Robin finished, looking sheepishly at her feet.

You were shocked. You didn’t know there were other people in Hawkins like you, let alone that it was the object of your affections. You hardly even knew what to say, still reeling from Robin’s announcement, still trying to come to terms that you were normal. You weren’t alone.

Rationally, you had known that. You knew queer people existed, heard about their existence on TV, in books. But seeing a living, breathing person in front of you who was the same. You were overjoyed.

That’s when you noticed Robin’s flush. Her eyes darted, in a way she probably thought was inconspicuous, between your exposed tits, your damp fingers clutching a pillow. Your face. You noticed the way she was shifting in place, as if to hit the perfect spot against the seam of her jeans. You turned it over in your head, deciding it was worth it.

“Rob?” you whispered, drawing her attention back to her eyes. “Do you want to know what I think about?”

Robin seemed to short-circuit. “Um… I mean, I guess I don’t really… If you’re offering—”

You cut her off with a reassuring smile. “You.”

Her eyes widened, almost comically. You trailed your hands back down your body.

“You, and that gorgeous fucking smile. The way your whole face lights up. How it feels when we touch, like electricity running through a wire. How during movie nights when we share a blanket, all I can focus on is how it might feel to touch you beneath the blanket, how quiet I would have to keep you while I fingered you senseless.”

Robin let out a choked gasp, mesmerized as you dipped your fingers through your core, soft, wet noises filling the room. She seemed rooted in her spot, unsure what to do as her face reddened and she unknowingly wiggled in place.

“Lay down?” you pleaded, breath heavy as your fingertips lightly circled your clit.

Robin hesitated. “Like…?”

You nodded, a whimper escaping you as you imagined Robin laid out next to you, touching herself the same way you were.

Robin smiled. “Okay. Just a second.”

She sat up off the bed, wiggling out of her jeans and shedding her top, revealing no bra.

You moaned in earnest now, still taking it slow to allow Robin to catch up with you, but spurred on at the sight of her bare tits. Your mouth watered.

“Fuck, Rob,” you breathed as she climbed back on the bed, laying down next to you.

Robin let out a little whimper as she mirrored your actions, one hand tracing her boobs, catching at each nipple, and the other down, teasing her lower half.

This was every single one of your dreams come true. As your fingers began circling your clit in earnest, you turned your head to look at Robin. The real thing was so much better. It wasn’t overly dolled up, over staged, with fake-looking scenes, like the Playboy.

Instead, you watched Robin, her full tits spilling over her sides, jiggling deliciously with every vigorous move her arms made. You watched her chest heave, sweat bead on her forehead as both of your paces picked up. She ground herself down on her palm, letting out a full-bodied moan as she slipped her middle finger inside herself. You were mesmerized, more turned on that you’d ever been in your life, giddy that this could even happen.

Robin’s head turned to meet yours, and you saw her give you the same thorough looking-over you gave her.

“Am I dreaming?” she sighed, eyes slipping shut as her hands gained speed.

“God, I hope not,” you replied, the coil tightening in your belly as Robin’s face screwed up with pleasure.

“I—God, (Y/N)... I think about you, too,” Robin whines, her eyes opening to drink you in again.

You couldn’t look away. Robin’s face, flushed and freckled, was all you wanted to see for the rest of your life. Fuck, she was so pretty, forehead increasingly shiny, hair mussed from exertion. Your heart felt so full looking at her, and you could hardly contain the words as they spilled out of your mouth.

“Kiss me, please.”

Robin smiled lazily, turning her head the extra few inches it took to meet you in the middle.

The second your lips met, it felt like puzzle pieces falling into place. You knew it was corny, but that was all you could think as her plush lips met yours. You sighed into her mouth, holding her lips with your own like your life depended on it.

Robin moaned breathily into your mouth, and you took the opportunity to run your tongue across her bottom lip. She tasted like her Lip Smackers and something so uniquely her. You could have sat there all day, drinking in the miracle that was Robin Buckley, but there was a more pressing matter at hand.

“(Y/N), I’m close,” Robin whimpered, mumbling against your lips. Both your hands were unrelenting, elbows and forearms knocking against each other. You rubbed at your clit hard, circling tightly while your other hand thrusted shallowly inside you. Every part of your body felt like a live wire, only accentuated by the intoxicating slide of Robin’s lips against your own. The coil in your body tightened violently, threatening to snap. You panted.

“Me, too,” you whispered. “Come for me, Robin, please, I need to see you.”

When your lips met again, Robin came with a high keen and a full-body shudder, calling your name hoarsely and biting down on your bottom lip almost painfully as she worked herself through it. You thought you might die, feeling Robin writhe against you, kissing you like it was a life-saving antidote.

That was all it took for you to fall over the edge, too, hips rolling in the air as your nerve endings were set alight, a world-shattering orgasm ripping through you uninhibited. Robin’s lips against yours were the only anchor to the world you had.

As you both came down, panting, you grabbed Robin’s sticky hand with your own.

“Gross,” she said, with a goofy smile and no real vitriol.

You turned, giggling as you dropped your head onto her shoulder.

“Mmmm,” you sighed, sated. “I don’t ever want to let go of you.”

Robin kissed your head sweetly. “So don’t.”

You smiled against her, stomach fluttering with the world’s entire butterfly population.

“Sounds like a deal, Buckley.”

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