julie

Nancy choked on her drink, slapping her chest. Your eyes widened, a snorty laugh escaping your mouth. 

“I can’t believe I slept through that.” You cried, leaning into your girlfriend’s shoulder. 

“Can I say something?” Nancy slurred, slamming her glass on the table. “It doesn’t leave this room.” 

“Nothing leaves this room.” You assured her, Robin entangling her legs with yours on the loveseat. Not only was she a giggly drunk, but she was clingy, too. And you enjoyed every second of it. 

Nancy slapped her hands on her thighs, “Steve is like really big-” 

“No! No! No.” Robin cut her off, putting her fingers in her ears. You placed your hands over them, pulling them off. Ignoring her protests and squeals. 

“I don’t wanna hear that-” 

“This is a safe place for Nancy, babe. Let her speak.” You giggled, urging her to continue her drunken thoughts. 

“As I was saying,” She huffed, “And I love Jonathan. He’s great. Well-endowed, but Steve? It’s almost medically concerning.” 

You shook your head, unbelieving. You held your hands up, slowly moving them apart. “Tell me when.” 

She watched as you created a space between them, the space getting larger and larger. “Nancy, you are bullshitting me.” 

“I’m not!” She shrieked, “Okay, now. About there.” 

Your hands had to be nearly ten inches apart, your jaw hitting the floor. 

“Dude, is your vagina okay?” Robin cringed, her body shivering at the horror of something like that going anywhere near her. You, on the other hand, met Nancy’s eyes with a knowing glint. 

“Nancy Wheeler, you lucky girl.” You teased, feeling Robin stiffen slightly beside you. “Well, half of Hawkins, I guess. No wonder he’s got these women traumatized.” 

“It’s not to say Jonathan isn’t great.” She slurred, rambling on about more details of her current sex life. You listened intently, offering back comments. Meanwhile, Robin was staring at the side of your face helplessly, her own crestfallen. When the two of you started dating, she knew you had only been with men prior; it never bothered her. But something about the way you and Nancy smirked at each other, her on the outside of something she'd never understand. It made her stomach turn, and it wasn’t from the bottle of wine.  

Robin loved Nancy, but she was thankful when the drunk girl began to fall asleep on the couch. She could only take so much sex talk right now. You both helped her to bed, then crashed on said couch. Your body cuddled up against Robin’s chest. Your lips were parted, drooling on her shirt. She decided to put the thoughts aside, letting her eyes flutter closed.

But in typical Robin fashion, she couldn’t let it go. The thoughts bothered her during their day-to-day. Until finally it snapped while you were dusting the shelves in the living room, she was sitting on the couch pretending to pay attention to the TV. 

“Wait, can we talk?” She blurted out, nervously picking at frays in her old sweater. 

You ignored the way your heart fell into your stomach, nodding quickly at her. “Of course, baby.” You tossed the duster on the table, coming over to sit next to her on the couch. 

“Like,” She breathed out, “I’m gay.” 

You widened your eyes playfully, slapping your hand over your mouth. “No! What?” 

“Shut up.” She smacked your shoulder, “It’s just… you’ve been with guys before me. And that’s perfectly okay, of course, I knew that when we started dating. And I’ve only been with girls, but I know you liked guys, too, which is fine because I know you like girls as well. I mean, we’re literally dating-” 

You placed your hand on her face, cupping her cheek. “Robin…” 

Her large eyes bore into yours, eyebrows softening. “Yeah?” 

“You’re rambling. What’s wrong?” 

“Do you miss it?” She spoke so quickly you had to pause for a moment, letting the words register. 

“Miss what? Men?” A laugh bubbled out of your chest, turning serious when her face stayed serious. Her beautiful lips taut, a furrow in her brow. 

“Do you miss dick?” She clarified, insecurity laced in her voice. Your entire face fell, heart, falling into your stomach. 

“Baby,” You shook your head, “No. Is this because of what I said the other night about Steve?” 

She nodded shyly, looking down at her hands. You felt sick to your stomach; you never meant to upset her. What you thought of as just a lighthearted joke really bothered her, and you were too drunk even to notice. 

“Robs, look at me.” You turned her face to yours, “I’m so sorry. It was a stupid thing to say. I don’t miss dick. And I certainly don’t want Steve Harrington’s dick anywhere near me.” 

Your faux gagging made a slight smile turn up on her lips. Prompting you to continue. 

“Do you think I don’t enjoy sex with you?” You asked honestly, ignoring the slight flush growing in her cheeks. 

“No, I know you do. I mean, I’m pretty sure at least. You seem to like it a lot. But you know, I’d understand if you missed that aspect of sex.” She admitted, “And I don’t have a penis.” 

“Robin, having sex with you is the most mind-blowing, earth-shattering, jaw-dropping, breath-taking thing I’ve ever experienced.” You beamed, crawling into her lap slowly. Your legs straddling her hips, her hands instinctively wrapping around your body. 

“I don’t miss dick, I really don’t. It’s nice, sure, but nothing you couldn’t give me.” You shrugged, your arms cupping the back of her neck. 

“Y/n we literally just clarified that I don’t have a penis-” 

You cut her off with a kiss, letting your lips linger against her plump ones. 

“I could buy you one if it made you feel better, but I really don’t need it.” 

“What do you mean you could buy me one?” She gawked, pulling off your lips. You rolled your eyes, leaning down to trail kisses down her neck. Goosebumps rising on her skin. 

“My innocent girl..” Your breath hot against her neck had her fingers twisting in your shirt. “That store across the highway. Same place I got that lacy blue number from. You were too scared to go with Nance and me.” 

“Wasn’t scared.” She mumbled, “Besides, you said you didn’t miss it, but you want me to buy one.” 

You groaned, pulling away from her now reddened skin. Looking at your anxious lover in the eyes. “Because you seemed really upset at not having a dick. I offered a solution. I don’t need it, baby. I just need you.”

“I know.” She sighed.

You hummed, “But, can you imagine how hot it would be for you to fuck me?” 

The words made her body still; every hair on her skin stood up. She couldn’t speak, the thoughts racing through her head and straight between her legs. She hadn’t thought about it like that yet. It never even crossed her mind as a possibility. 

While she was lost in thought, you were shuffling down her body. Your fingers fumbling around with the button on her shorts. She looked down at you in confusion, your lips brushing against the exposed sliver of skin from her shirt rising. 

“W-what are you doing?” 

“Gonna show you just how much I enjoy sex with you, honey.” You hummed, pulling the shorts off her legs quickly. Your knees are aching from the hardwood floor of the living room. All you could do was hope Steve wouldn’t burst through the front door for the next twenty minutes. “Gonna get all those thoughts out of that pretty head of yours.” 

“Oh fuck.” She groaned, throwing her head back when your mouth made contact with her cunt. You did exactly what you said you’d do.

She didn’t think about it for a few more days, until a late-night shift at Family Video. Her fingers were tapping wildly against the counter, annoying Steve so badly that he finally snapped. 

“Okay,” He squatted up from the bottom shelf, letting the DVDs he was holding drop into the basket. “What’s wrong?” 

“Huh? Nothing.” She said noncommittally, her eyes still unfocused. 

“Yeah, sure.” He scoffed, snapping his fingers in front of her face long enough for her to slap them away. “What’s up?” 

“Could you give me a ride?” 

His brows furrowed, “To where?” 

An evil smirk came up on her lips, “Just across the highway.” 

Steve should’ve known this was a bad idea when she asked, but as he was pulling into the dim parking lot, he was regretting ever agreeing. The large neon sign beamed down at them, ‘The Love Shack’ sign taunting them. 

“Robin, what the hell, man?” He asked, following his friend as Robin scrambled out of the car. A woman on a mission. She knew if she didn’t do it right this second, she’d chicken out. Her confidence lasted until she swung the door open. The dim lighting and shelves of neon plastic appearing infront of her. 

“Why are we here?” Steve whisper yelled, dragging her into a nearby aisle to hide. Unsure of what, the store was a ghost town. Empty aside from the girl behind the counter smoking a cigarette and flicking through a magazine. Barely looking up when the doorbell chimed. 

“I uh..” Robin’s throat was dry, trying to ignore the plastic boobs that hung on the wall beside Steve’s head. “I need to make a purchase.” 

“Okay, gross, I don’t need to know the details of your sex life.” 

“Your sex life got me into this.” She grumbled, eyes darting around the aisles. 

He scoffed, “How?” 

“You and your large penis!” She exclaimed, slowly inching down the aisle. “Nancy and Y/n were having girl talk, and I joked about how loud Heidi was the other night-” 

“Jane.” He corrected. 

“Sorry, it’s a revolving door these days.” She snarked back, “Anyway, so we got onto the topic of penises. So much penis talk these days, it’s driving me crazy! But Y/n said something like Nancy was lucky and it’d made me feel funny.” 

“I’m not going to comment on why you were all talking about my penis, because I feel like that was sacred girl talk you weren’t supposed to share.” He said, his eyes trying to avoid the magazine rack of Playboys. “That still doesn’t answer me why we’re here.” 

“I asked her if she missed penis, she said no.” She grumbled. 

“Dude, we share a wall. Y/n definitely isn’t missing a penis with whatever you’re doing to her in there.” He rolled his eyes as they traveled to the next aisle. Slowly inching deeper into the store, where the more raunchy stuff was hidden in the back. 

“She made a comment about how I could just buy one.” She whispered, a wall of neon silicone now stood in front of her. Steve’s cheeks are flushing crimson under the neon lighting. “If it really bothered me, that is..” 

“So we’re here to get your girlfriend a penis?” He laughed, wincing when Robin’s elbow came down into his stomach. “Okay, ow, sorry.” 

“I just needed you for emotional support. And the ride.” Her teeth came down on her bottom lip, feeling way out of her comfort zone. 

Steve took the cues, rubbing her shoulder before disappearing into the next aisle over. Giving her a moment alone as she brushed her hands across the plastic packaging. Maybe she should have done some research before coming here on a whim. She was ready to hightail it out of there before she remembered your breathy moans on her neck. 

“How hot would it be for you to fuck me?” 

Robin’s palms got warm as she picked up the harness. It would be a nightmare to step into; she’d look ridiculous. The sheer idea of having to wear this contraption had her embarrassed. But it went away when she thought of bending you over, hearing the sounds she’d pull out of your pretty lips. In a frenzy, she grabbed one off the wall. A translucent purple one, good enough for her, she thought. She tucked it underneath her arm and ran to the counter. 

Her feet tapped anxiously as the bored cashier paid no mind, putting it in an ominous-looking black bag. Robin’s hands shook as she unfurled her cash, tossing it on the counter. With the bag in hand, she grabbed Steve, pulling him out of the dirty movies and back into the car.

“So that’s the one, huh?” He smirked, pointing to the bag. 

All she could do was blush, “Drive Harrington.” 

It sat underneath your shared bed for a few weeks, haunting Robin every time she was reminded of it. It wasn’t until one night that you had the house to yourselves. Clad in nothing but one of her shirts, you lounged against the bed, a rerun playing quietly on the tv. Her eyes were unfocused, stuck on your long legs, gleaming from the lavender-scented lotion you’d sensually rub on them every night. 

The ache in her chest was growing at each shift of your legs inbetween hers, the warmth of your hands 

Robin finally mustered up the courage to pull you close to her in a gnashing kiss. You were surprised at first, but melted into her hold like butter. Both of your legs were tangling together as her lips moved against yours. Her thigh slotted between your legs, bumping against your clothed cunt. Making a mewl leave your lips, pulling slightly away from the kiss. 

Her lips chased your own, grinding you down further onto her thigh. You could feel your arousal coating your panties, no doubt soaking her bare leg. 

“Robs.. what’s got into you?” You said in a breathy giggle, her mouth attaching to your exposed neck. One of her hands steadies your hips, the other crawls under your shirt. Her fingers are expertly kneading your tits. Her fingertips squeezing your sensitive buds in just the way you liked. 

“Hopefully me.” Her voice was hoarse, thick with lust and something more. “I have something I wanna try.” 

You were rocking helplessly against her thigh, nodding. “I’d let you do anything to me, baby.” 

She let out a whine, slowly pulling you away from her. Scrambling to her knees underneath the bed. 

“Baby, what are you-” You began to question, Robin shushing you. 

Her brows were furrowed in concentration, her nipples hardening through her shirt. 

“Turn around.” She whined, making your eyebrows go up in confusion. You obeyed, pulling your shirt off as she fumbled around. Throwing it backwards at her. She must have dodged it, as she fumbled around with something.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on?” 

She gave you a look, making you roll over immediately. Wiggling your hips at her teasingly as you stared at the opposite wall. 

“Better make this worth it, Buckley..” You teased, hearing her fumble around with fabric. You assumed she had bought some sort of outfit for you, unlike her, but you were excited nonetheless. Squeezing your thighs together for even a hint of relief as your mind ran through endless possibilities. 

“Okay,” She breathed out, “You can look now. Just don’t laugh. Please.” 

“Never, baby-” The words died in your mouth when you got a good look at her. Her shirt was now off, her perky tits bouncing with each anxious rock of her feet. On her hips sat a black fabric harness, sitting snug. In the middle, right below her clit sat a purple dildo, heavy and large. Your eyes were wide in disbelief. 

“If you hate it, we don’t have to use it. I just was thinkin' about what you said that night, and I thought…” She rambled, pointing down to the fake cock between her legs. “Well, I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you. And how badly I wanted to do it.” 

“Uh huh.” Your mouth was watering, pulling up on all fours. Crawling over to where she stood on the edge of the bed. 

“Do you hate it?” She asked, eyes begging for reassurance. 

You shook your head quickly, “God, baby, no. You look, fuck.” Your head was swirling, and you couldn’t believe the goddess that was standing before you. Plastic cock heavy between her legs, ready to fuck you with an inch of your life. 

Your hand came up to wrap around the strap, testing the feel of it in your hand. You gave it an experimental pump as you would a real one. Robin’s hips twitched, a hiss leaving her lips. 

“The way it sits.. When you move, it rubs against me. It’ll feel good for both of us.” She offered her hand, coming down to wrap around the back of your head. Fingers curling in the strands of your hair.       

You pressed a small kiss to the head, eyes locked on hers. “Want me to suck your cock, baby?” 

The words hit her chest, lips parting. It had never once occurred to her that this could happen, that she could feel like this. The filthy words that left your mouth only heightened it. 

“Y-yeah. Get it all wet for m’baby.” She sighed, your mouth opening easily. Guiding the cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. You bobbed your head, watching the plastic slide against her cunt. 

“So pretty.” She whimpered, one of your hands traveling up her stomach to pinch her nipples between your fingers. Rolling the buds harshly, making her pant. It was at this moment that Robin couldn’t believe she had ever been insecure in the first place. You were on your hands and knees, sucking a plastic cock like your life depended on it, looking up at her with all the love and lust in the world. 

“Lay back, baby.” She ordered, slowly watching you pull off the toy with a pop. Only making her own cunt ache. 

You obeyed, falling back on your elbows. You pulled your legs up, spreading them open for her. Your glistening cunt on display, a devlish smirk on your face. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Robin whispered, crawling on top of you slowly. Her hands find your inner thighs. “Already dripping for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”  

You squealed in delight, your hands finding purchase around her neck. “You’re on fire tonight, Robs.” 

“Yeah?” She smirked, one of her hands coming up to brush against your soaked folds. “S’all your fault. That damn penis talk, and looking this fucking hot for me.” 

Her fingers circled your clit teasingly before slipping two fingers inside you expertly. She knew your cunt like the back of her hand; she fantasized about losing herself in it daily. You pulled her in for a sloppy kiss, lips gnashing together while she curled her fingers deep. 

Your hips were twitching, clenching around her fingers. Knowing more was coming. “Baby, wanna feel it?” 

“Gotta get you ready, baby.” She cooed, only speeding up her movements. Your release dribbling down your thighs, you were drenching her fingers in your arousal. “You want this bad, don’t you?” 

“Want you.” You begged like a whore, spreading your shaking legs wider for her.

She indulged you, positioning herself between your open legs. It was a slightly new position, and both of you were slowly finding the angle that worked best. You could feel the warm head brushing against your open cunt, Robin grabbing the base with her hand. 

“You ready, baby?” She asked nervously, realizing this was actually happening. 

“Yeah,” You whined, “Please fuck ,me, baby.” 

That’s all she needed to guide the tip slowly into you, watching your folds greedily accept the toy. It was erotic and mind-blowing to watch. She thought things like this only happened in the X-rated movies she’d pretend not to look at while selling them to skeezy men at Family Video. This was better, so much better. 

“Feels so good. Keep going.” You encouraged her, your hands gripping her shoulders. “S’big.” 

“It is, huh?” Robin laughed, a dark, mocking laugh. Desire was licking up her spine, watching you take what she gave you. Another inch was slid in, nearing the end. “Can you feel me stretching you open?” 

You nodded, babbling out nonsense as she bottomed out. The only thing separating you and her hips was the fabric of the harness. Your clits brushing against each other through the harness fabric. You were drenching the toy, her own cunt slick between her legs. 

“How do you feel?” Robin panted, shifting the toy to relieve some of her own pressure against her clit. It took her a few awkward moments of fumbling around to find a steady position, her knees pressed against the bed. 

“So good. Full.” You moaned, “You can move.” 

She did an experimental thrust, one that made you squeal out in pleasure. It took her even a few more awkward tries to get a good, steady hip movement. Soft-hearted giggles leaving both of your mouths when she’d slip. Once the steady moans began leaving your lips, she knew she found the right rhythm. Your head thrown back on the pillow, the sounds of the cock squelching into your drenched cunt echoed through the room. 

“Oh, fuck,” You gasped, the toy hitting spots that had long been neglected. “Right there.” 

“Feel lucky now?” Robin panted, thrusting a little harder than she had before. Hitting a spot deep inside of you that made your nails scratch down her shoulder blades. 

“F’fuck yeah. So lucky.” You cried, “Fucking me so good.” The bedframe was slapping the wall with a fever, neither of you registering the loud thuds. 

“Yeah,” Robin grunted, her bare chest rubbing against yours. “That’s my girl.” Pebbled nipples brushing against your bouncing tits as she rammed her hips into yours. It was fast and hot. Sweaty skin sliding against each other, her lips trailing up and down your neck. Nipping at the spot underneath your ear that always made you cry out. 

You were gone, hands gripping her skin like a lifeline. Pathetic whimpers and moans of her name leaving your lips. With each thrust, you could feel your orgasm coiling like a wire in your stomach. Robin knew you were close, your breathing catching, and your legs shaking, 

“You gonna cum on me?” She asked mockingly, “Wish I could feel your pretty cunt drench this cock.” 

Her words made your eyes widen, your orgasm immediately taking over. “H-holy shit.” You cried, your release creaming around the purple silicone. Back arching against her as she pushed your hips down into the bed. Refusing to let up on her unrelenting pace. All you could do was cry out, drowning in the pleasure she was giving you.

She slowed down, rubbing your soft skin as the aftershocks ravaged your body. Your skin was flushed, hair a mess. Lips wet with her spit and your own drool. Your eyes filtered over her lazily, a smirk on your lips. 

“See,” You smiled lazily, “Why would I want anything else?” 

She rolled her eyes, slowly pulling the toy out of you. Careful not to hurt you, she slipped the harness off, letting it tumble to the floor. She’d worry about cleaning it off later. She went to lie down next to you, but you stopped her. Her brows furrowed as you lay back on the pillow. 

“Come here.” You said, holding your hands up mimicking holding her hips above your face. 

She nearly scoffed, “No, I’m o-okay-” 

“You didn’t cum.” You pouted, “You gave me the best orgasm of my life, and you’re gonna decline sitting on your girlfriend's face.” 

When you said it like that, it sounded stupid; her body immediately swinging itself over your eager head. “Just wanted you to know you didn’t have to-” 

Her words were ripped from her mouth when you pulled her cunt down onto your mouth, tongue plunging itself deep in. She was drenched from watching you come apart underneath her, and you got to greedily lap at her arousal. Her hands gripped the once-shaking bedframe, leaning against it as her eyes closed. 

“Baby, fuck.” She cried, your hands only pulling her hips closer to your mouth. Devouring her as if your life depended on it, you couldn’t care less if you couldn’t breath not with the sounds she was making. 

Her hips grinded on your lips, chasing her high before it hit her with full force. She came with a mangled shout, her hands white-knuckling the bedframe. “Oh my god.” 

She had to force your hands away, whining when her cunt lifted off of your face as her shaky body plopped next to yours on the bed. Your face was coated in her release, mouth shiny. Both of you were a shaky, sticky mess. Wide smiles on your faces, matching glassy eyes. Giggles escaped both of your lips in unison when you rested your head on her bare chest. 

“I love you so much.” You sighed, nuzzling into her warm skin. 

“Love you more, pretty girl.” She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. Showering and cleaning the sheets and toys would come later. Right now, she just wanted to hold you in her arms, as both of you came down. 

There was no mention of it for a few days after the fact, and life went on as normal. Until Steve and Robin were in the kitchen, bickering heavily over a nonissue incidnet that happened at work. 

“Why are we having a dick measuring contest over rewinded VHS tapes?” He cried, throwing his hands up from across the counter where you and Robin were perched on the barstools. 

“Because you got employee of the month when you don’t deserve it. Just because you flirt with everyone that walks in-” 

“I do not,” He argued, prompting you to chuckle. His eyes met yours, making you cower. You threw your hands up in defeat; you weren’t one to get into their friendship tussles. “Since when is giving nice customer service flirting?” 

“You know what. Whatever,” Robin grumbled, “And if we were actually measuring, my dick’s bigger than yours, Harrington.” 

“That’s true.” You whistled, a wide smirk on your face. 

It took him a second, a confused look on his face. His eyebrows slowly morphed from confusion to disgust. Remembering the horrible trip Robin forced him into weeks ago. Then, the way you refused to make eye contact a few days ago when you were doing laundry. Realization hit him, and his entire body convulsed. Causing you and Robin to fall in coordinated fits of laughter, nearly tumbling off the stools onto the floor.