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my friends asked for this & i had to deliver

this is probably sacrilegious i’m sorry, don’t read this if ur gonna be offended lmao

you were such a good girl before robin came along

so fucking innocent

the kind of girl with good grades and a perfect track record and who went to church every sunday

the perfect hawkins girl

with your pretty skirts and naïve lip-gloss

& then you met her

with her black chipped nail polish and band tees and obscure music

and the way she looked at you with lust in her blue eyes

it would make you shudder, the way she looked you up and down

but the shivers that ran up your spine and the feeling that curled in your stomach weren’t any form of negative emotion

you sat in the same row at church

you caught her looking at you all the time

and more often than not, you found yourself looking at her too

the way her fingers played an invisible beat on her thigh

the teeth marks she always had in her bottom lip

the way she turned to glance at you with sin in her eyes

it made heat rise to your cheeks and you’d always turn away

you couldn’t hold that girl’s gaze for too long

it looked like it was devouring you

and it made you want to press your thighs together

so that’s what led up to here

when you’d offered to pack up after a night session

you had to drive yourself home anyway, may as well stay back and do something useful

and to your surprise, robin had volunteered as well

along with some other teens

you all packed up pretty quickly

the others faster than you, and you’d offered for them to leave a minute early, since it was just you moving some smaller items into the back rooms

they’d agreed and had instructed you to lock up when you’d left

as they left the church building

and they’d closed the doors behind them

and to your surprise, robin was still here

shifting some things around, stealing those glances at you when you turned your eyes towards her

you were cleaning some of the left-behind speeches off the lectern

when she pressed up against your back

making a breath of air leave your lips at the warmth of her

the way she pinned you with your front against the lectern

“i’ve seen the way you look at me,” she murmured in your ear

with her front pressed against you in this way, you could feel every curve of her

the lines of her stomach, the fullness of her breasts, her sharp hipbones and the bend of her waist

it made your heart beat quick and heavy

how much you felt of her at your back

“l-look at you?” you stammered in a soft reply, “i don’t look at you”

but you knew you’d been caught out

and her body was warm against your back

breath hot on your neck

you tightened your grip on the lectern

“lying in a church, babygirl. that’s not very holy, is it?”

at the word “babygirl”, a soft noise pulled from your throat

you didn’t turn to face her, staring rather intently at the stack of chairs

“i don’t know what you’re talking about”

“don’t you?”

you turned your head around then, facing her, which was likely a mistake

because she was so pretty and tall and she smelt like rose and vanilla

“are you sure?” robin questioned you again

she placed her fingers on your jaw, and you didn’t try to pull away

they rubbed a little over your mouth, pulling your bottom lip down slightly

you let her

because her fingers were soft and delightful

and she was so beautiful

and when you gazed up at her with your innocent eyes, they were filled with only want

she took that as a sign and moved forward

to press her lips against yours messily

for a second you were frozen

because no one had ever kissed you before

let alone a girl

but goddamn if her mouth wasn’t so soft and sweet and wet

you whined out a little, kissing back just as she did

her hands on your waist, pulling you around to face her

she had her fingers grazing down your thighs

over that black skirt you wore, until she reached the skin there

a little way above your knee

you made a needy noise

“you’re going to be a naughty girl for me, hmm?”

her mouth was so fucking sinful

the way it devoured your own like you belonged to her

you’d whimper like a little whore

because she already had the prettiest, raspiest voice

how was it fair to be speaking to you in that way?

and you would just nod as she ran her tongue across your lips

because her fingers were slipping beneath your thighs

and that felt much too good

“yes” you breathed

shifting your legs a little so she had easy access

her hand grazing up the fabric of your skirt

her wet lips slipped over yours

she tasted like cherries and pomegranates

her other fingers held your face in her hand, letting you know where you belonged

“you think you’re the good girl everyone knows about, being on your knees praying for hours… little do they know, you’re praying for what? my strap? my fingers fucking you raw? you’re such a pretty little whore, aren’t you?”

god that would drive you over the edge

your eyes would flutter back as you gripped her shoulders with your fingers

“robin, please”

you could barely formulate words, lips loose, tongue heavy

“please what, baby?” she’d murmur, biting at the spot of your neck beneath your ear. “use your words. what do you want?”

your legs were shaking, bucking up to meet her hand

there was sweat on your forehead and neck

“i… i don’t know” you managed

her fingers pressed against you, your body felt so warm and sweet

“you don’t know?”

she murmured the words huskily, and ran her mouth over the curve of your throat

the way her fingers ran across your panties made you shiver again, hips bucking a little

your eyes were closed, lips against the side of her hair

as she left hickeys on your neck

“i want to be… good for you,” you murmured

she smirked against your skin, nibbling on a spot below your jaw

“like this?”

she dipped her fingers into your panties, pressing up against your wetness

the action drew a keening whine from you, eyelids fluttering a little

your fingers kept flexing and curling against her back

finding and loosening their grip on her shoulder blades

she was so sinful about it

“fuck yeah, you like that, huh?”

when her fingers dragged across your slick entrance, teasing, another loud moan fell from your lips

god, you shouldn’t be doing this

but how could you stop when she was making you feel so good?

her fingers were just circling you

the best, sweetest kind of torture

that had you whining and trembling

as she murmured dirty things into your ear

“do you like the feeling of my fingers?”

“such a fucking naughty girl”

“you feel so sinful, darling, feel how wet you are?”

in ways that made your body feel like honey, all hot and pleased

but when she slipped one finger into you?

the sound that would leave your throat

the way you’d just let her slide it in, all loose and relaxed

you were so wet that it would press in so easily

and her palm would be pressed down against your clit

and you’d let out the breathiest, most desperate noise

just needing to be touched by her more

it would drive her wild

she managed to lower you onto the floor, straddling your thighs

and her fingers slipped back into you

at a better angle this time

that made you arch your back as she pressed your body down with her hands flat on your ribs

your skirt was thrown up around your waist

and with expert hands she pulled your blouse up and over your head

unclipping your bra so your tits fell free

and she’d grasp them in her spare hand

pinching your nipples between her long fingers

“god, such a pretty whore,” she murmured in some form of awe

watching your body convulse under her touch

that’d forced a moan out of you

your thighs shaking

and she’d just smirk, rubbing her thumb over your lips and getting them all wet with your spit

“you like being called a whore? dirty girl”

it sounded like a praise coming from her lips

and it made you whimper loudly

her fingers would lightly place themselves on your neck

eliciting a soft noise from you

as you stared up at her with your innocent eyes

being completely and utterly fucked

as moans pushed through your lips

and your legs raised to wrap around her back, pulling yourself closer to her

forcing her fingers deeper into you

“look at you,” she hummed

and she tightened her hand on your neck ever-so-slightly

so your air cut off a little

and your fingers tried to find a grip in the carpet, for some kind of anchor

her fingers in you were fucking delicious

the way they curled and thrusted just right

“wanting to be made into my little bitch”

a ragged moan tore itself from your throat

because god this was so wrong

but fuck, you loved it

the way your toes curled, your back raised off the ground, how your eyes squeezed shut as your whole body got fucked

“you love it, don’t you? the feeling of my fingers deep inside you? getting absolutely wrecked on my hand?”

she took the time to rub her thumb hard and fast over your clit, drawing a high noise from your lips as you jolted your hips up

“how everything thinks you’re so fucking innocent, but you’re secretly getting fucked by a girl in your church. you love being a little whore for me.”

the moans that her voice elicited were deep and desperate

they sounded so pretty coming from your mouth

“have you been dreaming about me? about my fingers in your pussy, hmm? thinking of the way i look at you during those sermons? thinking about how good i could fucking wreck you? just begging for it?”

her words just made you wetter, slick running down her fingers as you lifted your hips up off the ground and into it

you didn’t think it was possible to be this hot and heavy

this aroused and this desperate for her fingers to be deeper

the pleasure in your stomach was hot and delicious

a rising wave of desire and need inside you

god it felt amazing

it made you throw your head back against the floor, lips parted and eyes fluttering closed

“oh, fuck, robin!”

the way she watched you with her lustful eyes was too much

how her lower lip looked as she sunk her teeth into it

how her necklace looked around her throat

her fingers were hitting that spot inside you

she had three of them in you, now, striking deep and hard

they were fucking perfect & they filled you up so amazingly

your thighs were trembling, fingers clenching for something to grip

“fuck, fuck, it feels so good!”

your words were barely coherent, a string of cries and whimpers

you didn’t think you’d ever cursed this much in your life

but she was forcing apart your thighs with her knees and her fingers were working fast and perfect inside you, and her hand was around your throat and it just felt so right

“god, robin, i'm—”

you couldn’t get all the words out, cut off by a whine

she just hummed

“just let yourself go”

your head fell back

“i— don't— i don’t know—” your words were choking off in your pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as you jolted and your whole body began to shake

robin sped up her fingers and kept her other hand on your neck

it must have been delectable to see you spread out so helpless beneath her

as she wrapped her pale fingers around your throat

“just don’t hold yourself back, babygirl,” robin encouraged, voice lustful and so dirty, “cum for me, naughty girl”

that would have you crying out forbidden words

your fingers gripped the pew beside your head and the noise that left your lips was the most sinful sound robin had ever heard

something between a sob and a cry and the syllables of robin’s name

as your eyes rolled back and your spine arched up off the ground

and her knees felt so fucking good pressing you to the ground, her hips hovering over yours

and you came hard, all over her fingers

face scrunched and oh-so-pretty

the feeling that overcame you in that moment was spectacular

it was like nothing you’d ever felt and oh my god you thought you could never get enough

your legs pressed around her shook and you managed to draw her even closer

until your ankles were locked and she was looped tight against you

her fingers were still inside you, dripping, even as you rode out the last of your orgasm

as your vision fuzzed at the edges

and the writhing of your body beneath her started to slow

the look on your face was heavenly, flush and hot with pleasure, lazy after such an intense climax

“oh, robin,” you murmured, half in a sob

and she just lifted you up and pulled you into her arms

“it’s okay, sweetheart, i’ve got you”

this was a side you hadn’t seen of robin before

all gentle as she stroked her fingers through your hair and pressed her lips against your forehead

“you were so good for me, huh?” she asked, but her voice was soft now, soothing

you managed a gentle “mhmm” into her neck, because you were still coming down from the aftershocks of your orgasm

and you’d never felt anything like that before

you were still naked, tucked against her clothed form

“i’ve got you,” she was still murmuring, so careful now, fingers on your soft waist, your hips, your thighs, “i’m going to look after you.”

this is super sacrilegious BUT u know what i’m super into it,,,

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