Ayla 🪐

"Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me!"

filipino. she hers him. lesbian . gentle and slow living. constant daydreamer. dream girl . music and film enthusiast. theatre lover. sappho's angel.

I follow from @mikalovesmusic

16+ blog. Minors dni in all NSFW works

The Athlete!Robin who guides you through it 🩷❤️‍🩹

TW: SMUT!! Minors dni, public sex, fingering (reader receiving)

A/N : Guess who's back from the dead!! Haven't written and posted in the longest while omg I've missed tumblr so badly.

Robin was bathed in sweat as she looked up at the score board. The opposing volleyball team falling behind. She had won every set like it was nothing, serving and spiking with precision and a hunger to win.

She positions herself to the far side of the court, feet shuffling to prepare her service before the whistle starts.

Her eyes roam to the court. Eyes landing on you, her pretty cheerleader, practically on the edge of your seat as you looked at her. A smirk on her face, the same shit-eating smirk she had given you an hour before.

Robin believes in superstition, and for the last few months she had one belief : you are magic. You could get her to win every game, every match, hell, every practice round. Your touch, your kiss, you. You were the only good luck charm she needed and she didn't need anything else to keep winning.

And of course, it was an excuse to feel her pretty little girl up.

"Babe.." You whined, head against the lockers as she kissed you roughly. "...the game's in a few minutes.."

"I know, I know.." She rasped, hands grasping your hips as she kissed and bit on your neck. "Five more minutes baby.."

Your pompoms were discarded by the floor, her hand dipping from your hip to the exposed flesh of your thigh. "Please?" she whispered, her voice so pleading and needy.

"Yes.."

A sweet smile pursed on her lips. Her hand moving up to your underwear. "I swear I'll make you feel so good.."

She had hooked your underwear to the side, warm calloused fingers soothing the skin of your heat. Her breathing heavier. Two fingers plunge in, you whine.

"Shh, sweetheart. Anyone could walk in, remember?" she cooed in your ear. "You're so tight..you gonna let me move?"

You nod softly, eyes looking up at her, they soon lose their focus on her as her fingers curled inside you. A strangled moan slipping from your lips. "Eyes on me, pretty girl.." She whispered into the flesh of your ear. "You're doing so good."

"Oh shit..." You mumble and sigh, fluttering eyes watching Robin take a good grip on your trembling thighs. Her lips pressed onto yours with every sob and moan. Her fingers aren't slow by any means, but oh so full of passion and lust.

"Thats it baby, you're so good for me.."

As you press your chest against hers and you come on her fingers, you hear the school's anthem outside the locker rooms. Her hand lets go of your thigh, brushing your hair to hook behind your ear. A kiss to your cheek. Your juices dripping on her fingers.

"Oh fuck.." You whine as you grinded your wet cunt against Nancy's face. Seeing stars as she squeezed the plush of your thighs. Your hand is on her hair, pulling the girl so much closer to you.

"I'm close...so close.." You huff, and as you moan and squirm against her, she holds your hips down. Lifting her head up. "Not yet," she breathed, licking up the slick from her lips.

"Nancy...please.."

"Not yet," a snarl. Slapping your folds sharply. A whine coming out of your lips.

Aww thank you so much for the questions!

15. I love a lot of music ! It really depends on the genre. But if I really had to answer, it would be 'Foreclosure of a dream' by Megadeth and 'Silk Chiffon' by MUNA.

Thank you for the questions <3

7. I have a dog :)

"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling"

A/N : angst

It was supposed to be one kiss. Just one singular moment that could wither in time once you've found yourself kissing someone else. It wasn't supposed to mark you, her taste wasn't supposed to linger on the plush of your lips — wasnt supposed to let out a feeling.

That wasn't what you thought as you kissed her deeply. Again, and again, and again. A dwindling mercurial high you couldn't let go of until she had caught into it too.

You're laying on her, Madonna blasting by the radio. Tank tops, pants, or whatever article of clothing you had on 10 minutes ago all left on a pile by the door. Messy top lip kisses everytime you giggled. Robin was a drug you were so addicted to, and you can't seem to find a way to give her up.

"Oh honey.." she sighed as she looked up at you, a hand soothing the exposed flesh of your waist and the other on your cheek.

"I love you...I love you so much."

Just like that, you were finally sober. The air cold and stiff, nothing like the warmth and gentleness you had felt moments ago. There was truth in Robin's words. She was in love, you were in love...and yet you can't face the truth. Its just the way you are you thought to yourself. You reached for the palm on your cheek. Holding it tight.

"You're not in love, Robin...we're friends, that's it."

For some reason, the words that fell off your mouth felt wrong. Like you couldn't believe it at all. Deep, blue, eyes stare up at you. You swore you could feel how hurt they were.

"I'm sorry..." your voice cracked as she slid you off her. Standing up, you stood by the door. Hands shaking as you tugged on the doorknob.

"You know the truth.." she grumbled as she looked up at you.

You let out a gasp as you breathed for air. Ever since your marriage you had started to wake up in the middle of the night. Thinking of her, of all people.

Your heart pounded out of your chest, sweat and tears all mixed together as the remnants of your dream ghosted on your being. You turned to your husband, who slept peacefully beside you. His arm draped over a pillow.

You moved off of the blankets carefully. Your head in your hands as you held yourself tightly. The moonlight bathed your skin, oh how you dreamed to replace the dull blue curtains with the same colorful ones Robin used to have.

Is this how time affected your emotions? You were unsure. Something about the way these memories play in your head as if the ending would change made the guilt and the regret consume your very being.

Nothing can change the ending. No amount of kisses or 'i love you' s will change the fact that you will end your summer fiasco with Robin one way or another. Nothing will change that and nothing will change how your life will revolve around trying to find the same spark this girl gave you. To find it in any kind of man and fail to do so. Settling for what you can have in the end, knowing you cannot have her anymore.

It hurts to admit the truth, knowing you've been denying it for so long. But when you wake up in the middle of the night praying for a different ending, for a different partner. To be someone else's wife. There are only four words to face.