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Girls don't judge other girls, that's something stupid boys do. xoxo

don't want you like a best friend - r.b.

pairing: robin buckley x afab reader

written by request! word count: 2402

content: she/her pronouns, afab reader, smut, fingering, reader is wearing a dress, fluff, yearning!, kissing, making out, 18+

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“you looked great tonight, y/n,” robin whispered in the passenger side of your car, eyes ogling the way the slit showed off almost your whole leg in the car seat. her eyes traveled up slowly, finally landing on your face which held a graceful smile. 

there was always something more when it came to the friendship between robin and yourself. you weren’t sure what it was. but it felt like adoration, closeness, vulnerability, and love. you thought it was more than the friend kind of love she held for steve. it was the love that felt deeper than anything and more real than anything. 

however, living in hawkins did not provide much safety to explore this deeper meaning. there were conservative eyes watching your every move. it felt risky to even attend prom together however, everyone believed you were just “friends.” you were friends, sure. but friends didn’t look at you the way that robin just looked at you. 

“you always look great, robs,” you whispered back. she blushed and peered down at her outfit. though she wanted a suit, her mother forced her into a dress. however, she made it her own with her abundance of rings and bracelets and chains. she looked like robin but in a wine-colored, tea-length prom dress. 

the car ride from school to your home felt like an eternity but one that wasn’t awkward or tense. it was peaceful as the two of you had grown tired after dancing away to madonna for the majority of the night. the windows were down, providing some coolness after the heat of the cramped gym caused sweat to drip down your forehead. 

eventually, the driveway to your house came into view and no cars were parked in front. it was as if the universe was on your side when your aunt invited your parents up to her house for the weekend. neither you nor robin had the courage to do anything about a whole house to yourselves for the weekend. therefore, steve did it for you, practically shoving robin into your arms. 

once the car was parked, the two of you stepped barefoot onto the concrete, heels abandoned hours ago. it was quiet all the way to your front door and then when you stepped in too. 

“i wanna get out of this dress now,” robin muttered, tugging at the chest that felt too tight. you thought that it looked great on her, sticking in the right places and flaunting off the parts of her you found yourself staring at one too many times. 

“come on, we’ll go up to my room and put on some pajamas,” you told her. she smiled gratefully and followed you down the hallway and into the darkened room. with a tug on the lamp string, the room was now bathed in a warm glow. robin looked gorgeous in this lighting just as she looked gorgeous under the colorful lights at prom and under the fluorescent lights in school and under any light, really. she was gorgeous, simply. 

your eyes averted from robin and down to the ground, ashamed of the amount you’ve looked at her in just these two minutes of being alone in your room, in your house. to busy yourself, you worked on taking your makeup off and untwisting the intricate hairdo nancy suggested. through the mirror, you could see robin struggling with the zipper of her dress. 

“here, let me get it for you,” you said, standing and coming up to her back. your fingers grazed her skin and she shook with the chill that ran down her spine. you whispered an apology and undid the clasp holding the zipper together. once that was free, you pulled the zipper down her back. a breath got caught in your throat at the realization that she was wearing no bra underneath. 

unintentionally, your fingertips traced her spine and down the curve of her back, ending just a few inches above the curve of her ass. she held onto the dress at the top but the bottom of it opened up just enough to see the hem of her red underwear. you felt your hands go clammy and your body shake with anticipation. 

she turned around slowly. “thanks,” she said. she must’ve noticed the thickness of the air around you. her cheeks were bright red and her eyes were looking at your feet on the carpet. “do you, um, have any pajamas i can wear? i didn’t pack much.” 

“yeah! yeah, for sure,” you answered. thankful for the distraction, you turned around and started pilfering through your drawers. once you found a matching set, you handed them to her. however, her eyes didn’t move from the bashful stare she had on your figure as you were bent over to go through your clothes. “like the view?” you asked unseriously. 

it seemed like her brain hadn’t fully caught up with the tension of the moment so she nodded and whispered, “i do. so much. you have no idea.” her eyes suddenly went wide once she heard what escaped from her lips. she started a short pace, hands desperately clutching at the top of her dress. “oh god, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to say that. i’m sorry. jesus. i wasn’t thinking and you look so beautiful and you have all night. you do every second, actually. i’m sorry. i don’t want to look to deep into what we have but i know it’s special and i don’t want to ruin it and-” 

“robin,” you mumbled. she stopped her stream of words as well as the pacing. “you don’t have to be sorry. i promise.” 

“i feel like a pervert, though. staring at you while you’re bent over like that.” 

“robin…i’ve been staring at you all night. are you kidding? you look beautiful. you looked better than anyone else in that gym tonight. you always do. don’t apologize. i want this more than you think.” 

“you do?” she asked incredulously. “do you really? want this, i mean? want me? i didn’t want to assume anything. because you know what they say! makes an ass out of you-” 

you couldn’t keep the smile off your face at her rambling and decided, at that very moment, to step closer to her and plant a kiss on her lips. it effectively cut her off however she didn’t kiss back. you pulled back almost immediately but then with a free hand, she pulled you back into her body and kissed you just as if not more passionately. it felt like everything was meant to be. you understood now why nancy says her kisses with jonathan feel like fireworks. when you’re with the right person, they really do. 

robin seemed to forget about the dress hanging off of her body and wrapped her two arms around your waist, caging you in. you were pressed so tightly to her that the dress didn’t even budge. your lips did not move ideally in sync and it took a minute to find a good rhythm. teeth clashed at sudden bursts of roughness or your lips barely brushed together with softness. 

once the two of you felt secure in your movements, robin backed you up till the back of your knees hit your bed. she pulled back for just a moment and it was a beautiful sight. slowly, she let the dress fall off her body. 

“wow… you…,” you whispered. you weren’t sure what to say and you were pretty much speechless. your eyes slid down the curves of her body and drank in every detail, every freckle, every beauty mark, and every sign that her body was lived in. perfection. you thought. perfection.

“like the view?” she said, mirroring your previous words. you nodded quickly and she smiled with the newfound confidence flooding her body. her eyes then lowered to your dress and then back up to your own. “think you should look the same.” 

“only bought this so you could take it off of me.” 

she pounced, your words sinking in, and making her toes curl. her hands pushed you down onto the bed and with a nudge, she rolled you over. her fingers struggled with the buttons and clasps but eventually, she unzipped it the entire way. her touch lingered just above the small of your back and you ached for more. you didn’t know someone’s touch could be this intoxicating.

slowly, she unhooked your bra so your lack of clothing matched. you flipped back onto your back while her hands held her up on either side of your head.

“you’re so stunning,” she whispered. her head dipped down to lean against your forehead and your warm breath mixed with yours, bringing a tint to her cheeks. “i think about you all the time. i mean all the time. when i’m working, when i’m studying. at night. you’re all i want.” her ramble eased with another passionate kiss to your lips. 

suddenly, everything sped up but it also felt like everything was in slo-mo. her kisses grew desperate and wet. she trailed from your lips, over to the corner of your jaw, down your neck, and right at the conjunction between your chest and neck, she sucked hard, ensuring there’d be a splotchy mark in the morning. her eyes met yours just as her lips found your breast and for the next however long, your head was thrown back in pleasure as she ensured they received enough attention. 

“jesus, robin,” you whimpered. you felt her lips curl up into a smile against her skin. without warning, her mouth encircled the center of your breast, and each time her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, you whined. you weren’t exactly sure how robin was so good at what she was doing but it didn’t matter at the moment. 

soon, she was satisfied with the amount of attention given to your upper body and wished to give your lower half the same amount. with your eyes still connected, her hands splayed across your stomach as her lips attached to your thigh. at the first lick and subtle bite, you fell for her deeper and melted to mere water in her hands. her fingers danced up and down your side which sent goosebumps along your arms and legs. she moved from thigh to thigh, going up and down. with each kiss, you felt your desperation and arousal grow, especially at your core. 

your hand met hers and you squeezed it to gain her attention. she looked up with a questioning look. “as much as i’m enjoying the attention, i need more. please.” as subtly as possible, you directed her own hand towards the hem of your underwear. 

“are you one hundred percent sure? i don’t want you to feel pushed at all,” she asked for reassurance one more time. instead of verbally expressing your need, you bucked up just enough for her hand to knock against the wettest spot of your underwear. “okay. okay. message received.” 

her hands shook just the smallest amount as they dipped below the hem of your underwear. robin prided herself on knowing the female anatomy rather well but she was still shocked when her finger grazed your clit and a shiver shook through your entire body. she was desperate for another reaction like that and ran her hand past you once more. “ah-fuck,” you whimpered. 

just to test the waters, robin’s hands moved up and down, slipping between the folds of your body then coming back up to your clit. in one sudden push, her fingers slipped into your entrance. they curled up like it was an automatic response. a groan slipped through your lips at the feeling of her slender fingers hitting the exact spot that made you crazy. 

she kept her movements consistent but varied like a pattern. she’d expertly move from her fingers going in and out then floating up to your clit where she’d rub and tease till you couldn’t stand it. a pressure built deep in your stomach but robin held off speeding up her movements. she wanted to keep this moment going on for as long as she could. she enjoyed seeing your eyes closed shut and your mouth open, haphazardly letting moan after moan out. in between those were whispers or grunts of her name. 

robin knew then there was nothing she wouldn’t do to make you hers forever. homophobes of hawkins be damned. robin would marry you in the middle of town if it would make you happy. she was glad you had the night alone and she was eternally grateful your feelings were the same. now robin could do this to you every night if you would let her. 

slowly, she nudged over, careful not to take away contact. she placed her weight on her knees, opting to use both of her hands on you. she pushed your underwear to the side and the minute her thumb touched your clit while her other fingers remained inside of you. the constant motion of her curled fingers mixed with the bundle of nerves being quickly stimulated made the pressure in stomach grow to an intolerable amount. 

with an almost shriek of her name, you came around her fingers. her movements didn’t stop but just slowed down. when your breathing returned to a normal pace, she pulled out slowly. then, she was on top of you, kissing your hot cheeks and pouting lips. 

“you…are so perfect,” you said in one breath. “how we went this long without finally doing this, i have no idea. i didn’t know how much i needed this.” robin smiled. “needed you.”

robin not-so-gracefully fell to your side, propping up her head with an arm. she was quiet but not because she couldn’t speak. she just didn’t have to. there was nothing for her to explain or excuse or feel awkward about. it was just simply a peaceful existence. she didn’t know good this could feel. 

that moment of peace was short-lived, though, once you had your energy back. she gasped as her back hit the bed and you were now on top of her. you repeated her kissing motions and went so far down to leave a kiss at the base of her stomach. “your turn now,” you said, hands pushing her legs apart. maybe peace wasn’t needed.

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hehe hope you enjoy!! requests are always open and they will get wrote at one point or another i promise!

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okay so i just have to get this out, Rory Culkin is SO Lana coded, fight me if i’m wrong. 🥱

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