omg please more perv!robin!! i have a sleepover fantasy where the reader isnt innocent just inexperienced and robin gives her her first orgasm cuz shes never been able to give one to herself 🫠🫠🫠🫠
this is just. mwah. chef’s kiss!! amazing. beautiful.
c.w. 18+ content. thigh riding. fem reader.
“are you serious? like… cross your heart and hope to die, serious?” robin questioned, sitting up from her spot on her bedroom floor to lean in closer to you.
the expression on her face was nothing shy of shocked— big blues wide at the idea of you never having been able to get yourself off. her sheer shock making you want to cave in on yourself with embarrassing, hands coming up to cover your heated face.
“yes!” you exhaled, words muffling in your palms. “god, i don’t know what’s wrong with me.. maybe i’m broken or something. just— just shut up about it.”
she smiled a smile that would’ve made your stomach flutter had you’ve seen it. there was something about the idea of you being not so well-versed in your own body that made her heat up.
scooting closer to you, her ringed fingers reaching up to wrap around your wrist prying your hands from your face.
“hey, don’t hide from me.” she rasped, leaving very few inches between the two of you. “maybe you’re just not touching the right spot? i’m sure we can figure it out.”
“we?” you choked a bit, eyes dropping from her freckled face to your lap, the closeness of the two of you making you even more nervous.
“yeah.. you could tell me what you do and i could offer some pointers. y’know, we’ll compare notes?” she explained casually, trying to warm you up as much as she possibly could.
you finally pulled you hands from her hold, reaching to grab the stuffed animal that you brought along with you for the sleepover. wrapping your arms around the teddy bear, you sat silently considering the embarrassment of explaining how you masturbate to your best friend. fixing on the fact that she is your best friend, you convinced yourself it’d be fine. the conversation god this far anyway.
“o-okay well I, uh, sometimes I just … rub it?” you started, voice hardly above a whisper. “but I don’t always feel something when I do that so then i’ll.. try you know.. putting fingers inside but it hurts when I add two.”
“and just one doesn’t feel like enough?” she finished your sentence for you, thinking of you laid out on your bed desperately trying to fuck yourself.
the lewd image in her mind making her ache even more for you. she wasn’t focused on herself though, she just wanted to get you there. wanted to take care of you.
“whenever I do it, I just like to grind on something. a pillow or the corner of my bed usually.” robin explained, tone a bit suggestive.
“i haven’t tried that.” you admit, pit in your stomach starting to twist at the feeling of her hands on your thighs.
robin’s warm hands crawled their way up from your knees to your hips, bringing you into her lap. it wasn’t unusual for her to get you this close to her, sitting in her lap was something you’d done often— though, sitting on her like this while talking about something so personal made you feel fuzzy in a way you didn’t understand.
“think you should try it now. that way i can help you get there.” she suggested, hands holding your hips a bit tighter, shifting you so that your pajama covered sex was sitting against her thigh.
“o-on you?” you questioned, heating up between your legs. her thigh slotted between yours making it impossible to clench your legs shut.
she smiled, noticing the involuntary stir of your hips. you began to squirm, the thin layer of your pajamas beginning to dampen from arousal you didn’t expect to leak from you.
“yeah— just so i can make sure you’re doing it correctly. gonna be fine, just trust me.” she leaned in to kiss beneath your ear, whispering the words.
robing flexed her thigh against your covered cunt, arms wrapping loosely around your waist to keep you close. the added closeness pulling a whimper from you.
just trust me
the words echoed in your mind. you had no reason not to trust her— more than that you couldn’t deny the way this situation made your pussy ache for her.
you only nodded at her words, hips beginning to coyly rock back and forth against her. the soft cotton of your underwear picked up a nice friction against your tender bud. your swollen clit dragging slowly over her clothed thigh.
“robin.” you whined, picking up the pace a bit, arousal beginning to soak her pajama covered thigh.
“yeah, i’ve got you.” she hummed, licking a short line up the side of your neck. “good girl, keep doing that.”
your whole body was tense, though you began to unravel very quickly. feeling her lips start to press small wet kisses up the side of your neck. she held you close to her, one hand slipping under your shirt to get a feel for your chest, pinching your nipple lightly.
you started to feel overwhelmed very quickly— pitiful whimpers falling out of your mouth to land against the curve of her next where your face was hurried. you’d never had this much friction to your clit before, it pulsed so much she could feel it despite the layers of fabric covering it.
“pussy’s all sensitive, isn’t it, baby?” she taunted a bit, flexing her thigh again so that you were pressed harder against it.
“feels so. much.“ your words slurred, unsure of what the sentence was even suppose to make out to be.
“i know, pretty girl. just keep doing that. fuck yourself on my thigh.” she cooed, hands smoothing over the stiff peaks on your chest, toying with them.
you fell practically limp against her. hips desperately and lazily jumping her thigh, you slick and swollen pussy grounding down against her eagerly. you’d never felt like this before. never even gotten close to feeling, well, close. it consumed you, just as much as her hands on your body did.
“think i’m, fuck, i think close.” you muster, feeling it begin to swell up inside you.
she continued pawing at your chest, rolling your nipples between her fingers. her mouth working gently against your neck and shoulder. all of that coupled with the feeling of your swollen clit rubbing down against her thigh sent you to the edge. before she could respond you were at your climax. breathless sobs came from you, your body writhed against her. a mess of arousal gushing it’s way out of you, soaking over her thigh.
“fuck— you soaked me.” she breathed, letting you ride out the end of it.
once you’d settled a bit she let you move off her lap, motioning down to the sticky wet fabric of her pajamas that was now clung to her thigh. the mess you’d made causing your whole body to heat back up, this time in embarrassment.
“hey, it’s alright. i liked it. “ she assured, leaning over to kiss your cheek.
“me too.” you admitted, squeezing your thighs together wincing at the remaining wetness.
“good, let’s get changed. got me all riled up over here, you’re not the only one soaked.” robin smiled, standing up off the floor to begin stripping herself free of clothes— a big wet patch showing in the seat of the underwear she’d discarded.
the sight of her bare like that made you swallow. her clit engorged and poking out past its hood. you’d never seen another girl naked before— especially not robin, but fuck.
