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Robin was working at Scoops Ahoy, the quiet pop music of Madonna over the speakers sets a calm yet vibrant mood as she restocks ice cream while the store is empty. Her only coworker, Steve Harrington, was talking way too much.
“See, then this girl confessed her love for me like halfway through this hangout, I had just met her probably 30 minutes ago, and-”
“Steve,” Robin interrupts her, “I have better priorities than your dumb love life” She meant no harm by it, she was just busy with work.
“Wow, Robin. So mean.” Steve sarcastically complains, but goes back to work, like he should.
The little bell above the door rings, you walk in, looking for Robin and spot her, rushing up to the counter.
“Robin! I was looking for you.” You smirk at her, you clearly want something.
“Hey babe. What's with that smirk?” Robin smirks right back at you.
“Ohhhh nothinggg”
“What do you want?”
You simply give her a look and wink and Robin knows what you want. You wanna fuck her.
“Now?!” Robin whisper-yells, hoping Steve wouldn't understand any of this. You nod with an innocent smile, but nothing about your thoughts are innocent.
“I like that uniform on you.” You look Robin up and down, then slip to the other side of the counter.
“What are you-?” You put a finger to her lips.
“Get Steve to come and deal with customers, I want you in the break room. Now.”
“Wha-” You give her a look and she sighs. “STEVE!”
“YEAH?” Steve pokes his head out from the break room.
“Handle the customers, I'm going on break”
“You already wen-”
“Just do it!”
“Fine!” Steve walks towards the counter and notices you, “Why's she here?” You just pull Robin towards the break room before Robin can answer his question, leaving him puzzled.
Once out of sight of him, you push Robin onto the table nearby and Robin uses her hands to grasp the edge of the counter. You kiss her passionately, already trying to slip your tongue into her mouth but she stops you.
“What's gotten into you?” She chuckles, her gaze dark with desire, “That desperate, huh?
“I like this uniform on you” You touch the sailor hat on her head.
“That's the only reason you're so worked up?”
“Mhm” You immediately go back to kissing her, and this time she kisses back, your lips moving together, her tongue against yours.
“You realize I could get fired for this.” She mutters against your lips.
“Then don't let anyone find out. I already shut the cameras off.”
“What? How?” Robin looks baffled.
“Secret.” You kiss down her jaw to her neck, she leans her head to the side and hums in pleasure at the feeling.
“I hate you” She whispers affectionately.
“Mh, sure you do.” You nip at her neck, making her yelp a bit. You suck and lick the spot you bit, then travel down, leaving a trail of hickeys. Trying to hold back and tease her a bunch was getting hard to do, each kiss making you just wanna fuck her rough on this counter. You lift her legs up, having her sit on the table, knocking some stuff off in the process. She uses her hands to keep herself up and you look into her eyes.
“I wanna fuck you right here, right now."
“Who's stopping you?” Robin pulls at the waistband of her shorts, not fully pulling them off, but just low enough to see the small tattoo on her hip. You glance down at it.
“Are you trying to tempt me?”
“Maybe”
“It's working..” You lower yourself a little and grasp her waistband. She gives a nod of approval and you pull her shorts down slowly, her underwear with it too. As soon as her shorts are discarded, she spreads her legs, opening herself to you. She's glistening wet.
“Wow…” Is all you could mutter and she giggles at that.
“Wow? That's what you say? Can't believe I spread my legs for you.” She jokes. You give her inner thigh and light slap and she gasps audibly.
“Shut up.” You unzip your pants, the bulge is noticeable.
“I can tell you're holding back. You really shouldn't.”
“You want that?”
“Yes.”
“You asked for it.” You unzip your pants fully, your cock springs out, slightly wet from precum, desperate for some attention. You rub the tip on her slick entrance before thrusting it in. Robin gasps and moans, you cover her mouth.
“Shhh. We are still in your workplace.” You start moving and slowly remove your hand from her mouth to grip her hips and properly thrust into her. She breathes heavily, trying her best to stay quiet. Your thrusts hit inside her so well, each time it hits her g-spot, she has to bite her lip to stop the moans from slipping out. She knew she wasn't gonna last very long. You couldn't help but stare at her, her sailor uniform top still on her, along with the hat, she looked so adorable yet so hot in that outfit, it just made you thrust deeper into her.
“God you're so pretty in that uniform.” You groan softly, unable to look away from Robin.
“You- mh.. really like this uniform… huh?” Robin breathily mutters out between soft moans.
“I do…”
Your thrusts start to get erratic, getting closer to cumming, it all feels so good, that damn hat making you feel closer, just by it being on the girl you love.
“Fuck I'm gonna cum..” Robin whispers, panting, her face contorted in pleasure. You thrust a little faster, getting closer and closer. You feel Robin clench around you, her head tilts back, her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth open in a silent scream. She can't help the moans that escape her mouth, her body spasms with aftershocks. You pull out as quickly as you can, your cum squirting all over her and onto that sailor shirt.
“Shit. Sorry. Got it on your uniform.” Still panting, you look for a tissue and find a small box. You grab a couple out of the box to wipe her off.
“It's ok. I can wash it.” Robin hops off the table, her legs still a bit wobbly after that. She grabs her discarded pants and slips them on quickly.
“Let me wipe you off, Robin.” You hold her shoulders and wipe off the cum on her shirt. You throw out the tissue and sort out your own clothes.
“You should probably go back to work.”
“Like this? I’m a mess! Can you grab my makeup bag from my locker?” Robin looks in a small mirror on the wall, trying to fix her makeup.
“Yeah.” You quickly smooth yourself off and go to find Robin's makeup bag. Once you find her locker, you get her stuff and head back to the break room.
“Here.” You hand the little pink bag to her.
“Thanks.” She quickly reapplies her makeup, and goes back to work.