☆ STAR 69
+ warnings: wlw content!! modern au, cheating?, friends with benefits, mutual mⱥsturbⱥtion, phone sɇx, mentions of fingering
+ ft: nico robin x fem reader
+ wc: 1.2k
+ an: happy pride month to all my fellow lgbt+ folks <3 i wanted to kick off pride month with one of my favorite op girlies (as well as ayesha erotica's newest release)!!
minors + men DNI!
whenever you needed someone, robin was there. always.
she never questioned a thing. her loyalty was like no other to you. coffee dates just to chat, random shopping sprees, late nights tangled in bed. sometimes you two would even shower together.
that was all normal in friendships. but the heat eating at your gut was not.
anytime you saw her, your stomach erupted into butterflies, heat flying up to your cheeks. cuddling with her at night had your cunt growing damp with arousal, nipples hardening into peaks with every soft exhale of hers.
for fucks sake, you had a boyfriend!! these feelings for robin were so new, yet the felt so right. you were well aware robin was a lesbian, and you yourself were bi.
but dating your friend? that was insane! imagine all that could go wrong??
you never said you couldn't practice things with her. kissing, making out, you could always count on her to help improve your techniques.
her lips were always so soft against yours, tongue and mouth so inviting. you couldn't help but get into it, despite it being practice.
she never complained once. her face would always be flushed as you pulled away, chest panting with each labored breath.
she was just helping right?? like the time she showed you how to properly finger yourself, since your useless boyfriend barely got you off. she treated you better than he did.
but she was just a friend.
tonight was no different. you called robin up, in need of her time. her voice.
your boyfriend had fucked up again. who else could you turn to but robin? she always had the right answers, always had the tools to help you regather your thoughts.
you press *69 on the phone. her number appears on the screen. your finger presses the call button, bringing the device up to your ear. it barely rings before she picks up.
"what's up?" her voice coos from over the line.
"robin, hey-" you start, before she cuts you off. she knew.
"what did he do this time" not a question, a command.
"ugh, robin, he's so dumb! i don't know how many times i have to show him how to make me cum, he just, he never listens!!" you exclaim, lounging out on the sheets of your bed as you talk to her on the phone.
a soft 'mm' of thought sounds from her side. "he's a moron. i don't understand why you don't break up with him yet..."
"okay, he doesn't understand my body, but he's still nic-"
"you and i know that's a lie." she cuts off again. you can envision her smile in your mind as she goes on. "not only is he terrible in bed, selfishly so, he also never gets you anything! when has he ever taken you out to a nice date? you know he has that kind of money."
she had a point. you pause, going silent. she was right, robin was right, robin was always right.
your boyfriend was shit. you wouldn't let him ruin this night, or any other nights for that fact.
"what's going through the pretty head of yours?" robin coos.
"texting him. we're through."
"atta girl."
"thanks robin. gotta go, i'mma go fucking finger myself and pray that it gets me off." you say, going to hang up.
"wait" she calls. you pause, thumb hovering over the button. "huh?"
"i said wait." she pauses. "tell me, are you in that pretty pink lingerie set i picked out with you?"
you gulp. "uhm, yea, why?"
"oh, just curious. wanted to imagine what your wearing as you touch yourself" she replies calmly, like what she said wasn't the most random thing in the world.
"huh??"
"i said, i wanna imagine what your wearing as i think about you touching yourself."
oh. oh. your face flushes at her words, arousal slowly slicking up the pretty pink lacey panties you had bought with her - originally for your boyfriend. now they were robin's.
"has he ever had phone sex with you?" she questions.
"no. never... why?"
"wanna try it? ya know, for practice."
practice, right. that's all this was. just like the kissing, and the making out, and the fingering. all just practice with robin. nothing more, nothing less. yet why did it turn you on so much.
"s-sure" you choke out.
"good. now, i want you to rub your finger over your slit and clit. through the lingerie. work yourself up a bit. make pretty noises into the phone for me." she purrs out, her words like gasoline to the fire in your gut. you nod, hitching a breath as you drag your fingers across your soaked panties.
robin chuckles softly from the other line, the sounds of her shorts being shifted down her thighs. you could picture it, the soft fabric of her sleep shorts slowly inching down her plush, tanned thighs. it was really making you needy.
"good, good. slip them to the side, and tease yourself." she coos at you, her breath hitching as you hear a finger dip into herself. fuck, she's getting herself off, just like me....
"now what?" you gasp out, her commands and your ministrations rapidly affecting you. you felt like you could cum from this alone. but you'd hold off, until she said you could.
"press one finger in. just one." she ask, the sounds of her fingers dipping in and out of her cunt sounding softly in the background of the line.
you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth, obliging. slowly, you move your finger, in and out, curling up to press the spot inside you - the one robin showed you how to manipulate.
in all honesty, you were mimicking how she fingered you. because that's all you could think of when getting yourself off. you thought it was because she taught you. in reality, it was because you craved her.
"add a second" her voice calls from the other side, snapping you back to your thoughts, earning her a soft moan as you slide in a second, continuing your thrust. the sounds from both your and her fingers grew louder, both of you panting into the other's speakers.
"f-fuck, now brush your clit for me" she groans. your head falls back into the pillows as you whine, hips rutting against your hand, wishing it was hers, using her devil fruit power on you. but it wasn't, at least for now.
"so close" you whimper into the line, earning a choked chuckle. "me as well... cum for me?" robin ask.
you can't deny her, moaning her name as your pussy spasms around your fingers, phone slipping from your hand. you can hear her own orgasm from the other line, her pants resounding through the speaker.
"shit... did so well for me... much better than that loose screw of a boyfriend, hm?" she ask. you can practically hear her smirk.
"yea.. way better."
"clean yourself up. i'll help you move his shit out of your apartment tomorrow... good night, my love." the line goes silent, robin hanging up.
she had officially broken you. you weren't going to confront her about this tomorrow... but maybe you could initiate a more physical round?
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