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gravedigginbbydoll · 4 months

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Slumber Party Kissin'

Modern! Nancy x Fem! Reader Smut

Midwest Princess Series

AN: Heyo! So each one of these will be a one-shot based off of a Chappell Roan song and added to a Masterlist later! Please forgive me as this is my first ever time writing with Nancy!

CW: MDNI!!! mature, internalized questioning, unrequited? crush, first queer experiences, mentions of past relationships (Steve and Jonathan), use of nickname Angel, fem! reader (v) x Nancy, 69ing, oral (v), fingering, making out, boob play, etc

Even miles away in Manhattan, Nancy Wheeler had a hold on you.

You two grew up together, photos of the two of you, arms around each other, missing teeth. You whispered secrets to one another, sharing dolls. Nancy was your world. Until you complicated it.

You two shared everything. Right down to first kisses. You thought it was normal to giggle with a friend and kiss, ignoring the weird feeling of her braces behind soft lips. To play with and style her vanilla and coconut hair, the curls soft in your fingers. You whispered to one another how much you disliked boys, Nancy crying over how they stuck gum in her hair.

Hell, you even played Boyfriend and Girlfriend.

You only began to notice Nancy’s apprehension when you both befriended Barb.

Barb wasn’t grossed out by your bond anything, just seemed to joke about how people may perceive you as more.

Nancy stopped holding your hand. She stopped giving you soft kisses on the cheek.

You two stayed friends but drifted apart slowly, busy with your own lives.

Flash forward a few years and Nancy was in college and freshly broken up with her boyfriend and you were in the big city, free spirited. You were learning things, like how you loved the hustle and bustle but missed Hawkins small town charm. She had called your cell phone, voice warm and sweet as ever. Your heart clenched.

“Hey…I know we haven’t hung out in a while, but I’m in New York for an interview with the New York Post…”

“Nance, that’s awesome!,” You exclaimed, heart and mind begging her to come see you, your stomach twisting.

“Um, yeah…So I-”

“Did you need a place to crash, because- Sorry! My connection is so shitty, I-,” You started, heart racing.

“No, yeah! I would appreciate that! Yeah…you’re the best,” Nancy stated, a smile clear in her voice.

“Of course! Like old times, huh? We can make it like a sleepover!,” You grinned, heart threatening to escape its cage.

“Oh yeah! I’d love that! Thanks, angel,” Nancy said softly, before saying her goodbyes as your heart threatened to stop. You hadn’t heard that nickname in a while.

If you knew one thing, it was this: You had…feelings…for Nancy.

You loved her coconut and vanilla shampoo, the way she rolled her eyes when you said something ridiculous, her studious nature, and her blinding smile. She was smart, strong, and maybe a little too stubborn.

You’d suspected it, of course. For years. But you’d never been with a girl. Only a handful of boys had piqued your interest, and most of them… were less than stellar.

Nancy was a constant in your mind, more reassured than cicadas in the summertime.

You immediately sat up in your tiny studio apartment (all you could afford), and rushed out the door.

This had to be the best reunion ever.

When you finished, your apartment was decked out in pink string lights, snacks littering your kitchen counter, along with DVDs stacked up on your coffee table, and all the activities you knew Nancy would love. Face masks, friendship bracelet making, and your switch to play MarioKart (She always beat you).

You stared at the whole set up, proud of the progress, when a knock startled you. You answered the door, eyes wide at Nancy on the other side. She was still petite as ever, but her heels made her a little taller. Her familiar curls were shorter now, her makeup simple but…flawless. She smiled softly at you, blue eyes making your heart stop.

“Hey, Angel,” She said, reaching out for a hug.

You met her hug, melting into her arms and your face buried in her hair. There was that familiar scent, making your heart skip a beat. You pulled away after a bit, trying to will yourself to calm your heart, your face warm.

“Hey, Nance. Come on in, get comfy,” You ushered her in as she looked around, smiling.

“Wow, this is so cute! You didn’t have to go through all this for me,” She said, eyebrows pinched in a way that made you want to hold her hand. You refrained.

“Nonsense! It was fun, honestly,” You shrugged, smiling. You tried to will your eyes away from her lips, her lip gloss capturing the peachy color perfectly.

Shit.

You smiled and clapped your hands, turning around, desperately trying to ignore the stampede of elephants currently running laps in your stomach.

“Well…what movie do you wanna start off with? Mean Girls?”

Nancy and you were huddled under a blanket, currently suffering a sugar high and giggling over Regina getting hit by a bus. A bowl of popcorn rested between the two of you as you chatted, you seemingly playing off the desire to kiss the brunette next to you.

Nancy dug into the bowl, smiling.

“Ya know…Regina George is one of my women crushes,” She joked, eyes twinkling with humor.

You gasped, laughing, “Me too! Me too!,” You couldn’t stop the giggles coming out of your mouth.

“But honestly I’m kind of surprised…All American Sweetheart Nancy Wheeler, Investigative Journalist, Future Nobel Prize Winner…crush on Regina? I thought you’d say like, Cady or Janice…Maybe Karen. I can see you liking a bimbo,” You teased, dodging the popcorn Nancy threw at you in horror, pretty lips in an O.

“Hey! Look, I don’t support the way Regina acts…She’s just really gorgeous. And fashionable. Now for Karen…I prefer Amanda Seyfried in Mamma Mia. She’s super hot there…and sweet,” Nancy smiles, cheeks pink.

Your heart skips a beat, laughing softly. Nancy wasn’t a prude or anything, just a studious and goal driven person, her wit sometimes scaring you. Hearing her gush over girls when you experienced her own apprehension towards you two toeing the line both confused and made you perk up.

Would she maybe give you a chance?

But you were too scared to push it.

You and Nancy eventually wore yourselves out, passing out on the couch.

You woke up after her, the scent of cinnamon and coffee permeating your kitchen. Nancy, always being an early bird, had woken up early and made breakfast. You rubbed at your eyes sleepily, stretching and yawning, trying to shake off the cobwebs.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Nancy piped up, hands holding a mug as she smiled into the mug, eyes sparkling with that same sharpness you adored from her. She was dressed up and makeup simple yet elegant, as per usual. You’d almost forgotten she’d had an interview this morning.

You perked up a bit at her voice, her voice making the stampede of elephants take another lap in your stomach. You seriously needed to get this crush under control.

“Morning,” You piped up, standing up from your couch, stretching.

“So I thought maybe we could explore the city? I’d like to know the place if I get to stay here,” She says sheepishly, her cheeks pink. You felt your heart pick up speed as your cheeks burst into flames.

Nancy. In the city. Around you.

“Sure! Did the interview this morning go well?,” You questioned in the most casual tone you could muster, coming over and grabbing the mug of coffee she so fondly made for you, her remembrance of how you liked it making your chest feel tight.

“Yeah! I think I really impressed them with my past papers and the one I wrote for the Hawkins Post about the Mayor’s embezzling,” She grinned, her expression glowing.

“That’s awesome, Nance,” You smiled, walking around the counter to pull her into a side hug, your hands brushing her waist. You pulled away quickly, covering it with a cough.

“Um, we should celebrate,” You offer, trying to ignore the imagery in your head of Nancy by you, your hands around her waist, your lips on her…

Get a hold of yourself, dumbass.

You ignore the growing need in your belly.

“Yeah! Let’s!,” Nancy smiles, lighting up the entire kitchen.

You smile and let her know you’re going to take a quick shower and change, heading for your drawers and grabbing clothes before heading off to the bathroom, trying to not think of how she had smelled like your soap, clearly using your shower this morning before heading out.

Her lean and petite frame naked and…

You were gonna need cold water.

You and Nancy spent the whole day walking around and exploring, huddled together in jackets, the crisp New York air cutting through the fabric. You showed her Times Square, the Mysterious Bookshop (which of course she poured over, being the mystery lover that she was), Central Park and the Swedish Cottage Marionette Theater (you’d bought tickets in advance like a lovesick loser), and more. You’d ended the night by taking Nancy to a bar, buying her drinks in celebration.

Which is how you had ended up stumbling into your apartment, giggling, the two of you leaned against one another.

You were drunk, falling over yourselves as you sat on the couch and Nancy giggled, cheeks red and hair a mess.

“I can’t beli-lieve I punched that guy,” She slurred, grinning.

You grinned back just as dopey, giggling. “Yo-you were like my knight in shining armorrr,” You drawled out, hiccuping. You leaned against Nancy as she swayed on the couch a bit before standing up, leaving you to flop over.

“Where goooo?,” You sing-songed, the buzz in your veins making you flop around like a fish.

“W-ater…need..to give you,” Nancy mumbled, giggling as she overfilled a glass and it spilled into the sink. “Oops.”

She stumbled over to you, giving you the water, your mind still fuzzy as she stood and tilted your head up and poured the water in your mouth, the desire growing between your legs. You swallowed, cheeks burning.

“Y-you look out for me too much,” You slurred, voice soft.

Nancy flopped next to you, shrugging it off, drinking some of the water. You watched her throat bob up and down as she drank, the wetness beneath your legs pooling as you noticed her jawline and neck, wanting to mark the pale skin with purple and red bruises.

She set the cup down, turning to face you and eyes so intense you sobered up a little.

“Rem-ember when we useded to play boyfriend and girlfriend?,” She asked, voice still slurring slightly but softer.

You nodded, your throat feeling dry. Hell yeah you remembered it. Lips brushing Nancy’s neck, her own lips. Coming much closer to kissing than friends should. Sure, you were young, but you knew the implications. Later on in your early teen years, you two practiced kissing on one another, claiming you didn’t want to be bad at it. It was a giggly and silly sort of kiss, but led to more ‘practice’, you claiming to be nervous. You sort of lied, but Nancy never knew.

“I miss that,” She whispered, eyes staring at the couch as she played with the stray thread that seemed to escape the cushions. You gulped, heart threatening to stop. Your hands shook. You were sobering up quickly, still fuzzy but desire building.

“Y-yeah…Si-simpler times,” You managed to get out, your words stuck in your throat like honey. You turned to sit criss-cross, facing Nancy, your eyes taking in her long lashes and how she bit her lip. Fuck. You wanted to bite it for her.

She leaned forward, voice barely above a whisper as she looked down at your lap, hands fidgeting. “I n-never told you…but I think you were a better kisser than Steve or Jonathan.”

You laughed a bit, heat extending from your cheeks to your neck. “No way…I would always smile and giggle.”

Nancy giggled a bit, smiling and scooting closer, eyes still wandering before looking at you, clearly sheepish and still buzzed. “I mean, I’m sure you’ve improved. You’ve grown a lot.”

You felt your heart stop and your mouth run dry. You swallowed and smiled, trying to tame your flaming skin. “Y-yeah…Definitely more experienced..But nothing’s been crazy,” You joked, waving a hand off, trying to be careful to not cross the line.

Nancy nodded, letting a beat of silence cross before she piped up again. “H-have you ever…done anything…with…a girl?,” She questioned, brow furrowed, cheeks red. She seemed to fidget a bit, making your eyes glance at her chest, which was raising and falling rapidly, splotchy pink. You looked up.

“N-no. Bu-but I mean there’s a first time for everything, right?,” You joked, your stomach twisting and turning at Nancy’s sudden interest in your sex life.

“What about you?,” You asked softly. Nancy shook her head, chewing on her lips again before thoughtfully looking at you, face crossed with an expression you couldn’t read, brows furrowed and eyes guarded. “Wo-would you w-want to?” She bit her lip again, hand touching your calf.

You swallowed, eyes on her touching you. You whispered, your heart racing and the heavy beat loud in your ears. “I mean…maybe..”

She leaned forward a bit and seemed to sigh softly, her voice slightly shaking. “C-can we try…pretending…again? Ju-just…for old time’s sake.”

You felt your brain short circuit as your heart seemed to disappear into the floor, your eyes wide.

“Ye-yeah…I mean we’re tipsy and-”

Nancy cut you off with a bruising kiss, her plush lips capturing yours as you felt your breath get taken away, eyes fluttering closed as she grabbed your jaw with one hand. You kept kissing, breaking apart for air before she crashed back into you, your back hitting the couch as she loomed over you, elbows against the couch, a giggle escaping your lips as Nancy smiled against your mouth.

“Shh, I’m trying to impress you with my kissing skills,” She mumbled against your lips, a smile still on her face.

You were about to retort before she began kissing you more passionately. She licked your bottom lip, making you gasp and allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth, you softly moaning beneath her.

Your hands drifted up to around her waist, never getting enough of her soft skin. You pulled her in closer, the two of you pressed together. Your hands slipped beneath her top, rubbing at her sides and slowly inching her shirt up inch by inch. She finally sat up, straddling you and throwing off her top, her pale pink and lacy bra making you salivate. You reached up slowly as she bit her lip, nodding. Your hands brushed the fabric, your mind swimming with only thoughts of how intimate this was. You squeezed one breast, Nancy moaning softly before reaching around and undoing her bra, letting it fall loose, blush spreading from her cheeks to her chest. She shrugged off the bra, letting it fall to the ground before grabbing your hands, placing them on her bare breast, chewing on her lip as her blue eyes stared at you with want. You kneaded her breasts, playing with her nipples like you often would with yourself, hips bucking up at the erotic scene unfolding above you. Nancy rolled her hips against yours, moaning at the friction. You felt it too, the direct pressure against your aching core.

Nancy leaned down and continued making out, the two of you moaning against each other's mouths, rolling your hips against one another. Nancy eventually tugged at your shirt, mumbling against your mouth. “Off. Now.”

You moaned against her, tugging your shirt up and over your head as she pulled away, then reaching behind yourself and undoing your bra, shrugging it off quickly as she leaned down and took one of your nipples in your mouth, immediately making you arch your back and whimper beneath her. She didn’t abandon your other nipple either, nimble finger tracing the bud and pinching it softly.

“You feel so soft,” She whispered around your breast, licking the bud before nipping at it. She rolled her hips against yours as you bucked your hips up, moaning. She sat back up, cupping your breasts before pinching both of the buds and making you cry out, blue eyes staring at your chest. “So pretty…”

You reached up from your spot under her, tugging at her button on her jeans, whimpering beneath her as Nancy squeezed one of your breasts delicately before whispering softly. “Be patient, angel.”

She undid your button on your own pants, tugging them down your legs before tossing the pants away, staring at you for a minute, biting her lip. You felt heat crawl from your neck up your cheeks, aware of your nakedness as Nancy spread your legs gently, softly coaxing you. She stared at the wet spot near your center before looking at you, smiling softly.

“Guess I proved myself,” She said softly, making you hide your face in your hands, embarrassed at how easily she made you soak through your underwear. She pulled your hands away gently, tutting. “No, no. I wanna see those pretty eyes…”

She reached out her hand, her pointer finger rubbing your sensitive clit through the fabric, making you writhe beneath her. She hooked a finger into your underwear, eyes eager as she looked at you.

“Can I take these off?”

You nodded wordlessly, lifting your hips so she could remove the one barrier keeping you clothed. Nancy tossed the fabric to the side, staring at your cunt like it was a meal, licking her lips. Her gaze stayed at your dripping core, eyes dark with lust. “Ca-can I…I know I haven’t ever… but-” You cut her off by squeezing her hand that was holding your thigh, nodding. Words were escaping you.

She laid down fully, her soft breath so close that it made you shiver. She licked a stripe up your slit cautiously, continuing when she heard your whining. She kitten licked your clit a few times before sucking it into her mouth, shooting waves of pleasure through the bud. Your hands tangled into her soft curls, the usually tidy brunette waves now a mess. She folded your legs up against your chest in a gentle coaxing manner, humming against your cunt as you did so. She began alternating licking broader stripes and focusing on circling your clit with her tongue. She clearly was calculating which movements and flicks of her tongue made you pull at her hair more, being sure to keep the constant pleasure flowing. Eventually she pulled away from licking and sucking at your clit, moving one of her hands off to rub at the sensitive spot with her fingers, pulling whines from your throat, pleasure bubbling up in your stomach.

“So pretty…so much better than anyone I’ve ever had, angel,” Nancy practically purred, making you buck your hips up into her touch. She stopped for a bit to stare at you, reveling in how your pussy clenched around nothing,

“Nan...Nancy….,” You whimpered, pleasure numbing your brain, need seeping into your bones. “T-touch me, please…touch me…”

Nancy chewed on her bottom lip in thought, her breath hitching as you begged for any release. She stood up quickly, unbuttoning her pants and stripping down to nothing, barely giving you a chance to react to her pink lacy panties. She laid down on the couch, making you sit up and look at her confused. She bit her lip and stared at you, eyes making you shiver. “Come sit on my face, angel,” She coaxed you, swallowing down her nerves. You felt your heart speed up, cheeks hotter than hell, nodding.

You’d known from high school rumors that Steve loved the 69 position, and Nancy was a ‘quick learner’’. Of course this was before Steve grew and matured, becoming the sweet man Nancy befriended and children adored. But this fact intimidated you a bit. What if you sucked at this? You’d never-

Your thoughts were cut off with a soft slap to your thigh, Nancy’s tone firm and meaning business. “Hey, stop overthinking. Just sit.” She laid back down as you climbed on top, your core hovering over her face before her soft hands gripped your hips and pulled you down onto her mouth, immediately lapping at your dripping center. You laid down, opening her legs and starting simple by circling her clit, your hands clammy with anxiety. She moaned around your clit, driving you to continue before slowly lowering your head to her center, licking a tentative stripe, and moaning. Her mouth against you along with the taste of her cunt, nothing like the other people you’d ever slept with. You began licking stripes up and down, circling her clit with your tongue, your own hips bucking against Nancy’s face as you continued moaning against her own dripping cunt, your pleasure building. Nancy’s moan vibrating against your clit, driving you to suck more and wriggle your hips against her. She kept rubbing your thighs, so gentle yet breaking you apart at the same time. Eventually you both were rocking your hips against one anothers faces, moaning and whimpering echoing in the room. You felt that familiar build up, popping off Nancy’s clit obscenely and whimpering against her thigh, begging.

“Fuck…Baby, please, fuck, fuck, fuck-,” You whined out as Nancy pulled off you, those delicate fingers now thrusting in and out of your entrance while her thumb rubbed at your clit.

“You can let go, angel. Cum,” Nancy whispered, her stern tone pushing you to climax as you cried out, bones suddenly gone, somehow still rubbing at her clit until she moaned loudly, clenching around nothing.

“Fuck, angel.”

You stayed leaned against her, your breathing still shallow as you both panted, her softly caressing your skin and laying gentle kisses on your skin, trying to catch her breath. You felt her whisper against your thigh, voice meek.

“That was…better than the video I watched.”

You laid in silence for a moment, brain still fuzzy before you laughed a bit, realizing Nancy meant she had watched (and probably studied in earnest) some porn.

“Definitely.”

There was a beat of silence, the two of you comfortable and seemingly worn out for a second, before Nancy’s voice piped up below you.

“So…are you willing to try something else?,” She asked cautiously.

You scrambled up and sat across from her, admiring her naked body, her lean muscles and lithe stature. Your cunt clenched in lust again, your breath shallow.

“We do have all night-,” You stated, cut off by another bruising kiss that had you falling backward again.

Guess it’s true what they say…In New York, you can try many things.

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robinsno1lesbian · 1 year

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𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐍.𝐖.

nancy wheeler x female! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a trip to murray's cabing changes everything between you and nancy. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6226

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), mention of alcohol, fingering, soft dom!nancy, oral, thigh riding, finger sucking, praise kink, use of petnames, dirty talk (let me know if i missed anything!) 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: we need more nancy wheeler x reader content on tumbrl!!! no beta read because who needs that anyway? (i definitely do but...you know?) also the ending is kind of rushed because i had to leave lmao

he raises his brow in surprise as you friendly decline the offer of sleeping in one bed with nancy.

"oh" you say. "oh no- we aren't- we aren't that- i mean...we're friends"

he huffs, leaning forward in his armchair, his elbows resting on his knees.

"now this is interesting..." he glares from you over to nancy, then back at you.

"you're telling me there isn't some secret thing going on between the two of you?"

you watch nancy from the corner of your eye, the question seemingly catching her by surprise.

before either of you can give an answer, he leans back again.

"well Y/N Y/L/N you are quite easy to read...always present, yet somehow you never fit in. some might say it is because you're insecure or...whatever girls your age might be. but I don't think that's the whole truth, or is it?"

you open your mouth, then close it again like a fish on land.

"you, Y/N, are different from all the others and you know it. you know you won’t fit it. you know you won't ever like a boy the way your girlfriends might, don't you? and this is why you keep a distance from everyone else in this world because, god forbid, what if someone finds out?"

you can hear nancy inhale sharply right next to you, but you are too focused on his words to care.

"you, however,” he turns to face nancy. "you are harder to read…" he nods slowly.

"but i think....i think I figured you out too...nancy wheeler you aren't that different from our lovely Y/N here, you know? well, you have been with boys, haven't you? but here is my theory-"

he inhales.

"you have been running your entire life. when things get messy, nancy wheeler is the first to run. but it's not just with others, you do it to yourself too. you run away from your own feelings, desperately trying to push them away. as if they'd vanish into nothingness as long as you just keep running"

you shoot a glare at nancy.

her eyes are wide, her nostrils flaring in the dim light of the room.

"you seek the comfort of some boy, am i right? thinking that the salvation of his arms will eventually drown out all of the other things that your heart is longing for. i just know there is one, i just need a name...what's his name, come on. what's his name?!"

"steve" you say. the name alone is enough to make your blood boil. "his name is steve"

"steve! you seek steve's comfort, love and maybe even validation because it might make it all go away. but nancy wheeler, it won't. and you see this is the difference between the two of you. Y/N is keeping her distance because she knows what she's feeling and she's scared other people will know it too but you...my god you just run away from it until your whole body is sore"

your heart is beating a mile a minute, thundering within your chest.

could he be right? he certainly was when it came to his assumptions about you.

"so..." he spreads his arms. "how was i?"

nancy jumps up from the couch fast -too fast.

"whatever you think you know" she nearly snaps, close to losing her temper.

"it's wrong. i will gladly take the couch. y/n can have the bed. now if you would just...leave us?"

you swallow the spark of hope that you've felt about the thought of nancy, secretly being just like you, and get up.

"where is the bedroom?" you ask, trying to ease the tension.

"nancy and girls" you sigh, as you sit down on the bed. "as if!"

you scoff, trying to push the thought away for another time, and lay down in the bed that is supposed to be yours for the night.

you very much know you'd be lying if you said the thought of it wasn't thrilling. you know you've liked nancy for a long time now -longer than you'd care to admit.

though you've always thought she was straight, well, until this very moment.

your desperate attempt of trying to escape the thoughts turns out to be unsuccessful as you find yourself tossing and turning relentlessly.

eventually, you sit up again.

you feel the urge to explain it all to nancy. to at least clear out whatever has gotten into her.

and even though you have no idea how to start, you move towards the door.

when you open it, the darkness of the night immediately spilling into your room, you are surprised to see another silhouette making its way through the living room -one you would recognize out of a million others.

'nancy?' you whisper, your fingers searching for the light switch.

once it's found, light floods the room, allowing you to see more of her than just a shadow.

her hair is put up messily and she's wearing her pajamas already. her arms are hugging her own body tight as if that would make the uncomfortable autumn cold go away.

'hey..'

'hi,' she replies, awkwardly stepping closer to you.

'look, y/n, about what he said earlier...i don't even know where to start but...'

'he's totally drunk' you interrupt, your face growing hot. 'that's all!'

she looks up, and something within her eyes, her big blue doe eyes, is different. you just can't place it yet.

regardless of that, she nods, a brief smile flashing over her face.

'yeah right? i mean he is so drunk...'

you quickly nod, fighting back the urge to bite your lower lip, as you always do when telling a lie.

he might have been drunk, but that isn't what this is about. it isn't the reason why he said all of those things.

'he totally was...' the silence that follows is nearly unbearable.

'i am...i am gonna go to bed now' you finally speak, your words cutting through the night like a knife.

'oh- yes sure'

'good night, nance'

you turn on your heel, not really waiting for an answer, to go back to bed.

'what the fuck y/n' you whisper to yourself once you have reached the safety of being behind closed doors.

you shake your head slightly before laying down again.

frustrated you turn off the light on your nightstand, a gesture that is supposed to be final.

just a couple of seconds later you switch it back on.

how is one to even think of sleep like this? and why did this guy, murray, have to bring this stuff up?

your head is spinning, filled with questions that need to be answered.

for the second time, you throw the thick blanket aside to sit up.

you feel so stupid, but the uncertainty is even worse. there is a bit of worry, too, because something, though you aren't entirely sure what it is, is clearly wrong with nancy.

the cold floor beneath your feet makes you shiver as you walk through the room.

once you’ve made your way to the door, your hand reaches for the doorknobs.

as you try to walk out of it, you notice that the lights are still turned on.

yet before you have the chance to focus on that, you crash into nancy, who is standing just a couple of inches away from your door.

her sudden presence takes you by surprise, yet the fact that she is standing as close to you as she currently is, causes your mind to go completely blank.

your eyes meet hers and the glance that is exchanged tells you more than a thousand words.

her pupils are blown wide, leaving little of the blue in her eyes. there is something else in her gaze, something you have never seen in her before.

almost a hunger for something and...

oh.

before you can question what exactly is going on, you feel nancy's lips on your own.

plump and pink, they're pressed against your skin and you can't help but return the kiss.

and as unsure and delicate as it might be, it rouses all the feelings you've tried to oppress.

the stolen moments of loving nancy in silence threaten to spill out all at once, all of that just because of a simple kiss.

you wonder what else nancy could do if this results from nothing but her lips on yours.

unfortunately, the sensation goes just as fast as it has come.

nancy takes a step back and stares up at you apologetically.

she's pounding and shocked by her own actions and all you can do is stare right back at her, surprised by the unsaid confession she has made.

she brings her hand up to her chest in what seems like an attempt to stop her heart from racing.

she stumbles backward too, as if in fear.

it is painful to watch her like this. as if you’d judge her -or even worse hate her- for kissing you.

too painful, you quickly decide.

so you go after her, follow her, and within two big steps, your chest bumps into hers.

carefully, you place a hand on her cheek, taking in the heat that's radiating from her skin.

'nance' you choke out.

then your lips are pressed against hers again and everything falls into place. you move quicker than your brain can comprehend but none of it matters.

her hands are in your hair and on your waist and her lips, god, her lips are the only thing you can focus on.

every inch of your skin is on fire at the feeling and the more your lips move together, the more confident you grow.

eventually, her tongue slips past your lips and the last bits of ice are broken into nothingness.

she nearly throws her body towards you, catching you by surprise as you manage some shaky steps back until hitting the door behind you.

nancy's lips never leave yours as she cups your face with both of her hands, the kiss growing more and more intense with every second that goes by.

you can feel the pad of nancy's thumb, gently caressing your cheek. you can feel the same breath the two of you are sharing, coming hot and heavy from her lips.

at the first small noise that erupts from the back of her throat, you nearly cry out, as you've been dying to hear such sweet noises coming from nancy's lips.

she must have noticed, as a steady flow of light moans and gasps escapes her lips.

eventually, you have to break the kiss, trying to catch your breath as you stare at her.

you are mesmerized, her lips puffy from the kisses you have shared.

'nance...' you whine, hating yourself for how desperate you sound.

'god nancy...'

she takes the hint, pushing you into the room and closing the door on your way in.

she takes advantage of your foggy state of mind and guides the two of you through the room, until the back of your knees hit the bed.

you gladly allow her to push you down onto the mattress but she eagerly follows, crawling over your body until her face lingers above yours.

her lips are slightly parted and shine in the dim light of the room. her chest rises and falls as her breaths come in short puffs.

you’re thankful that she has decided to take control over the situation. it’s pleasant but not surprising: nancy has always liked to be in control of things.

you reach out and brush the hair out of her face -a gesture to calm down both her and your own nerves.

your heart is beating a mile a minute and your mind is struggling to keep up with everything that is happening.

"what do you want nancy?" you whisper and bite your lower lip. she looks gorgeous, towering over you with a determined look on her face.

"i want you. all of you" she licks her lips. "if that's okay?"

"more than okay" you reply, nodding eagerly.

she leans back. "sit up"

you do as you're told, all of your limbs listening to nancy's command.

you sit up slowly, leaning against the headboard for support as you watch nancy straddle your lap.

you can immediately feel the heat coming from underneath her thin shorts. you mutter curses under your breath at the new feeling.

she takes your head in her hands, her thumbs massaging your cheeks.

"we don't have to do this okay? i don't want you to feel pressured or-"

"nance" you cut her off sharply. "i do want this"

you emphasize your point by placing your hands on top of hers.

"i want this so bad" your voice turns into a whine that you can't find the strength to feel embarrassed about. but if anything, it spurs nancy on.

she kisses you again, passionately and with purpose.

you fight back the urge to roam her entire body with your hands and choose to place them on her waist, giving her an encouraging squeeze.

the moment you part your lips, nancy's tongue slips past them again.

you moan into her mouth at the feeling.

you doubt that you would ever get tired of kissing nancy but she isn't done with you yet.

she yanks your head back and attacks your neck with kisses.

you can feel her sucking on your skin, right below your jaw, and that feeling alone is enough to let you see stars.

"oh god" you mutter.

nancy looks up at you to make sure what she's doing is alright.

"take off my clothes" you murmur, lost in the blue of her hungry eyes.

"gladly" she replies, already fumbling with the hem of your shirt.

you lift your arms, giving her easier access as she strips off the item and throws is across the room. you are not wearing a bra and, with the clothing gone, you find yourself topless underneath nancy wheeler.

she takes a moment to admire your body, her eyes looking at you in awe.

"you're beautiful" she finally speaks, all while unbuttoning her own shirt as well.

she's a tease, pushing each button through its hole slowly while never breaking eye contact.

"god nance" you groan with anticipation that makes her giggle.

the shirt falls loosely around her slender shoulders and she pushes it off of her body in a smooth motion.

it pools around her hips and you are face to face with nancy’s tits. she is, without a doubt, gorgeous and it takes everything within you not to put your hands all over her.

"you are stunning, nancy" you tell her, your fingertips ghosting over her back, moving downwards.

goosebumps start to rise beneath them and she shivers.

"touch me" nancy mumbles. her eyelids flutter close when your touch becomes firm on her back.

you allow your hands to wander for a bit before moving them to her chest.

you inhale sharply as your palms cup her breasts.

nancy lets out a breathy laugh at your reaction.

"like what you see?"

you nod, your mouth falling slightly open while you run your thumbs over her nipples.

nancy sucks in a breath, her back arching further into your touch.

"f-fuck" she mumbles and you smile.

if this is a dream, you find yourself thinking, please let me stay here forever. fortunately, it is not a dream. nancy is there, on top of you, impatiently straddling your lap.

without giving it any further consideration, you lean forward and put your mouth on her.

nancy shudders beneath your lips. her hands are immediately curling up in your hair in an attempt to pull you closer.

you place gentle kisses on her skin before wrapping your lips around her nipple, sucking carefully.

you’ve never done this before but nancy’s reaction confirms that she seems to like what you’re doing to her:

her head falls back and you watch her through thick lashes. she is completely blissed out, experiencing this much pleasure from nothing but your lips.

“oh” she breathes shakily.

your fingers dance over her ribcage, slowly moving further down, all while your lips never leave her chest.

but just when you reach the elastic of her shorts, she grabs your wrists and stops you.

you immediately release her nipple with a wet pop and lean back.

nancy's pupils are blown, giving her a dark look. it sends another heatwave straight to your center and you nearly moan at the sight of it.

"wait" she whispers.

"are you okay?"

she nods slowly. "don't worry, i just-"

blush creeps up her cheeks and you grin sheepishly. "it's okay" you reassure. "whatever you want"

"need you like this" she slurs.

you raise your brows at her. "like what?"

but she's already shifting her body, leaving her straddling just one of your thighs.

you can feel her hot center against your exposed skin, her heat soaking through the thin layer of fabric.

"i want to ride you" she admits in one shaky breath. "is that okay?"

god, you know you want nothing more than for nancy wheeler to make a mess on your thigh.

"yes please" you place your hands on her hips. "you can do whatever you want to me nance"

the confession slips past your lips before you can comprehend your words. but nancy doesn't seem to mind: it even turns her on further.

"yeah?" she mumbles against your lips and, to test the waters, rolls her hips against you for the first time. her center creates a delicious kind of friction that runs through your entire body.

your fingers tighten around her hips which she takes as a sign to move faster.

"fuck" nancy groans “you’re so good for letting me ride you like this” she presses her lips against yours.

the kiss is uncoordinated, all tongue and teeth while nancy never stops rutting against you.

she reaches out to grab the headboard behind you for support, caging you in between her arms. you wouldn’t mind dying like this, suffocated by the magic that is nancy wheeler.

the friction between your bodies gets more fiery as the seconds pass by and you can’t stop your hips from bucking upward im sync with nancy’s slow rolling.

you stare up at her. her eyes are shut tightly and her head has fallen back. her lips are parted and a steady stream of quiet moans is coming out of them. she looks like a mess.

a beautiful fucking mess, all because of you.

"yeah" you encourage her and her eyes fly open to look at you. "just like that nance"

feeling especially bold, you ground her against yourself, once, twice.

her eyes roll back and the loudest moan so far leaves her mouth.

god, more of that, please.

as she gets off on your thigh, an idea occurs to you: her tits are bouncing right in front of your eyes, her nipples still glistening from your previous actions.

you kiss the valley between her breasts before working on her left breast. you flick your tongue over the hardened nipple harshly and nancy moans again.

"fuck y/n- feels so good! you’re doing such a good job” her voice sounds breathless and high pitched but there is something firm about it. like she’s still the one in charge.

nancy’s praise goes straight to your center.

your hands cup her other breast and give it a squeeze.

"god" she keens. "god, fuck- please don't stop"

you would not dare to stop. not when you can feel her cunt throbbing against you through her pants. not when she's holding onto that creaking headboard for dear life. not when this whole sight is making you wetter than you've ever been all your life.

so, naturally, you just keep going. after a couple of minutes, the only noise that is filling the room is the one coming from between nancy's legs. the delicious sounds of her arousal, being dragged over your thigh by the force of her hips. her eyes have fallen shut again but she's closing them tightly now. squeezing them together with a concentrated look written over her face.

you can tell, right then and there, that she is close. her breath is becoming shorter with every exhale and her movements are faster than they have been before.

"'m close" she mutters through gritted teeth. "y/n please, so close-" the headboard gives another concerning creak.

the sensation and heat of the moment are becoming too much and not nearly enough.

nancy reaches for the back of your head with one of her hands and yanks you back, away from her sensitive breasts. your gaze instantly meets hers.

“kiss me” she groans.

you follow her order immediately, pressing your lips to hers. you drink every noise that comes from nancy’s throat, take in every moan and whine that she can’t oppress.

you can feel her on your leg and you don’t even have to look at it to know that she’s incredibly wet. your teeth graze her lower lip at the same time you flex your muscle against her at and that is all it takes.

"gonna cum, gonna cum" she cries out.

her movements stutter and you take the opportunity to move her against you by the hips.

nancy throws her head back, her curls framing her face perfectly. her mouth has fallen open and her eyes have rolled back.

her body goes completely rigid as her orgasm washes over her.

"fuck" she cries out loudly, not stopping her movements just yet. you let go of her, allowing her to ride you mercilessly but at her own pace.

the room felt cold before, but that seems to be long gone. you can feel a thin layer of sweat of your forehead and hot puffs of nancy’s breath on your skin.

nancy, who is still cumming on top of you. her orgasm ripples through her in waves and she’s grinding down desperately.

“y/n” she manages. “look at me”

your eyes meet hers. her mouth hangs open, her chest heaving rapidly. you can’t help but take pride in that. you are the one who made her look like this.

she slows down, her clit too sensitive for any further stimulation.

once she has ridden out her orgasm, her limbs begin shaking against you.

"hey nance" you spread your arms and she immediately understands. with her body slack, she drops against you, but you gladly let her.

you wrap your arms around her and she places her head on your chest.

her hand finds yours and she reaches for it in an instant. you smile at the feeling of her fingers linked with yours.

there is no place in this world you would rather be right now.

"thank you" she murmurs hazily.

you press your lips to her temple.

"do you need something? water? a blanket?"

she shakes her head. "just you. for now."

you nod because you know she's right. nancy wheeler is all you ever needed in life.

after a while, nancy untangles herself from your sweet embrace. you raise your brows at her but she just smiles, takes you by the shoulders, and pushes you down into the pillow.

"woah nance" you laugh. "we don't have to-"

she cuts you off. "i want to. if that's okay?"

you don't need to be asked twice. of course you want nancy, considering the wetness that's still pooling between your legs, you actually need her. desperately.

"it's more than okay" you lean up to meet her lips halfway.

you moan against her lips as she parts them for you. she takes her time kissing you, exploring every inch of your mouth as her hands pin you down.

making out with nancy is pure bliss but, by the way your hips buck up involuntarily, you know you need more than that.

nancy hums against your wet and plump lips. "what do you need?"

"please" it's barely a whisper. "touch me"

her hand moves down your body, all the way down to the hemline of your pants.

your whole body shivers at the contact and your hips buck into her hands.

"shhh" she whispers. "don't worry. I'll take care of you”

you nod and she strokes your cheek gently before leaning in to kiss your earlobe.

the sensation of her breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine.

her lips are right next to your ear as she whispers: "take your pants off”

you moan and nancy chuckles. "so needy for me?"

you can't help but nod enthusiastically.

"you sound so pretty when you moan" she continues. "i wanna hear more"

you flick the buttons of your pants and pull them down your legs before kicking them off the bed, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

nancy's hand returns to your lower half and she lets her trimmed nails slightly scratch down your belly. she watches you with careful eyes, taking in each one of your reactions.

then, finally, she reaches your panties.

"are you sure this is okay?"

"yes" you breathe. "yes, yes. just please touch me already"

she grins and her fingers finally crawl below the waistband of your underwear.

your eyes flutter when you feel her hand cupping your core. her palm is warm against you. her lips part and she gasps when she moves a single, delicate finger down to your entrance.

"you're so wet for me" she mumbles, her voice sounding genuinely surprised.

she collects some of your wetness on her digit and brings it up to your clit, drawing small circles around it.

"fuck" your legs violently shake underneath her body and you nearly choke on a moan. "fuck nancy"

"does it feel good?" she asks with a smirk plastered over her face.

of course it feels good. how couldn’t it?

"y-yeah" you mutter.

"good" she whispers and removes her fingers.

"nancy-" you whine at the loss.

but the brunette leans back and brings up her hand in front of your face.

her fingers are glistering in the dim light of the room. you can see a string of your own arousal between her middle and ring finger as she experimentally spreads them apart.

"you made such a mess" she bites her lip. "such a pretty fucking mess. and i didn’t even touch you yet…”

her dirty talking does things to you that you have never experienced before. if she talks for long enough, you fear you might actually come undone.

"can you clean it up for me?" she questions, her clean hand moving under your chin to lift your gaze.

nancy stares down at you expecting an answer and you feel like putty in her hands.

"y-yeah" you rasp.

"good girl" she murmurs and you clench around absolutely nothing.

"fucking hell, nancy"

"too much?" she asks, sudden worry written all over her face.

you shake your head immediately. "god no. it's perfect. you're perfect"

she smiles, then brings up her fingers and moves them along your lower lip.

“open up” she murmurs.

you don’t need to be told twice.

you’ve never tasted yourself before, the thought has never even occurred to you before. but now, with your wetness coating nancy’s beautiful fingers, there is nothing holding you back.

you can feel your own wetness coating them, but you can't bring up the willpower to be disgusted by it. not in the slightest. you want this more than ever.

your lips part and nancy inhales sharply as you take her fingers into your mouth.

you taste salty, with an edge of sweetness and something that is entirely your own. it makes you moan around her.

the brunette watches you through half lidded eyes. she can tell you’re enjoying this by the way your eyes roll back as she explores your mouth.

your legs tremble when nancy pushes them further into your mouth.

"god" she groans as she watches you. "fuck, y/n, you look so pretty like this"

you swirl your tongue around her fingers, sucking off the last bits of your arousal. but it doesn’t end here.

nancy crooks her finger inside of your mouth, hooks them right behind your front bottom teeth and pulls your mouth open slightly.

all you can really focus on is the way she’s pressing down on your tongue.

you hum around a mouthful of wetness, licking her digits clean. to give her an extra show, you move your head as you lick over them.

nancy strokes your hair out of your face to get a better look at you and smiles.

eventually, she removes her fingers from your mouth.

"i need to taste you" she mumbles absentminded as she stars at her wet hand. "are you okay with that?"

the thought of nancy's head between your thighs is dizzying. you never had someone going down on you before but, secretly, you always wondered what it would feel like to get fucked mindlessly by someone else's tongue.

just that until this moment, no one ever offered to actually do it.

"please do" you whisper.

that's all nancy needs. she pushes you down and starts kissing your torso.

she's taking her time to give your breasts equal treatment to what you have given her before: sucking your soft skin into her mouth and leaving a generous amount of marks before swirling her tongue around your nipples.

when her lips begin to move lower, you instinctively open your legs for her, bending them at the knees.

you lean your head back in anticipation and look up at the ceiling above.

so this is actually happening.

your cheeks flush when nancy hooks her thumbs under the waistband of your panties. the thought of her actually seeing all of you makes you nervous.

but when she tilts her head you give her a firm nod.

she pulls them down slowly, giving you time to stop her in case you'd change your mind.

and then they're gone.

you are in bed, completely naked and with nancy wheeler towering above you.

you can't help but feel the slightest bit exposed and close your legs.

but nancy places her palms on top of your knees.

"don't" she whispers. "don't hide from me. you're gorgeous"

you allow her to push your legs apart again, her eyes grazing downward as she does so.

you don’t miss the way she licks her lips when her stare reaches your pussy.

"keep your legs open for me, okay?"

you nod and she moves to lay in between them, her face just inches away from your pussy.

"god" she groans. "fuck y/n, you’re so fucking wet for me"

your eyes roll back in your head as her breath hits your exposed clit.

nancy notices and raises her brows, surprised at how badly you seem to need her.

"please" you mouth, unable to form a proper sentence.

and who is nancy to deny a pretty girl like you?

her head dips in between your thighs and just a second later you feel her tongue on you. a shuddered breath escapes your lips as she licks through you, collecting your wetness on her tongue.

the feeling is different from anything you’ve ever known. it’s so much better. her velvet tongue moves through you as if she knows exactly what to do and where to touch you.

nancy herself lets out an obscene moan at the very first taste of you.

“you taste so good” her dark tone is almost unrecognizable.

she then licks upward, moving the arousal she has gathered up to your clit.

she kitten licks over your bundle of nerves, her palms pressing against the soft flesh of your thighs to spread you open for her.

you grip the sheets beneath you. the feeling of nancy's tongue on you is enough to make you cum right then and there and for a second you're afraid that might actually happen.

"nancy" you moan. her name falls from your lips like a prayer, over and over again. “nancy, fuck-“

her tongue circles your clit, right before her lips wrap around it. your hips jerk into her face over and over and not even nancy's hands on your waist can steady you.

“oh my god” you gasp.

the sheets beneath you are no longer enough. your hands reach for nancy’s curls and you pull her closer to you. she hisses at the sharp tug you give her hair but the noise turns into a pleased hum when she notices what you’re doing.

you already know you won't last long like this, but when nancy begins stroking through you with her middle finger, you’re genuinely afraid that this might just be your very end.

your back arches off the mattress im a beautiful bend while she carefully works a single finger into your throbbing cunt. she barely meets any resistance at all, with how wet you are.

feeling her inside you takes things to a whole new level: her fingers are longer than yours and she’s buried knuckle deep inside of your pussy, reaching depths you were never able to reach on your own.

she keeps it still and leans back to make sure this is not taking it too far.

“please” you plead. “fuck me with your fingers already”

the sob that erupts from you the second she moves inside of you for the first time is hardly human anymore.

the sensation of her fingers thrusting into you and her lips around your clit has you seeing stars.

it’s so much, so good and not nearly enough.

“more” you beg. “please nancy, more- i need more”

you roll your hips with every thrust of her finger and you can feel a second one toying your entrance.

you don't mind at all, far too blissed out to care. in fact, this is exactly what you wanted.

the delicious feeling of being stretched out only turns you on further when her ring finger pushes into you.

she slowly pumps them in and out of you, drawing obscene noises from the in between if your legs.

you squirm wildly on the bed, your knuckles turning white from the strong grasp you have on her hair.

you briefly register the flutter of your walls around nancy’s fingers, the way it’s getting harder for you to keep your legs open.

"nancy, nance, I'm close" you whine, feeling the build-up of your orgasm in your lower abdomen.

she growls against you, determined to make you cum.

she pumps her finger into you, the base of her knuckles pounding against your skin and her tongue not once stops flicking over your clit.

your breath hitches as she hits the spot inside of your that makes you scream, moving both of them in a “come hither” motion against you.

"nance" you say. it is somewhat of a warning. "nance, god, yeah just like that-"

your cunt squelching against nancy's fingers and your eyes roll back as she pushes you over the edge.

"you're gonna make me cum- nancy you’re gonna-“ you moan, right before your climax washes over you.

and then you cum. hard.

the orgasm completely shatters your body and all nancy can do is flatten out her tongue so you can ride it out.

your hands on her are the only thing grounding you to this earth.

your hips buck into her face uncontrollably and you bring up a hand over your mouth to hold back the scandalous moans.

nancy continues to fuck you through your climax, and you can feel your arousal flowing out of you.

your muscles twitch and your hips slow down. you wince at the overstimulation over her tongue lapping over you.

“‘s so much” you slur and all stimulation stops at once.

you look down to find nancy already looking up at you. her face is ruined.

your arousal is dripping down her chin and her hair is a mess. she has a smile on her lips nonetheless.

"god y/n you're so beautiful" nancy whispers.

you let out an airy laugh, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you.

“i’m gonna remove my fingers now, okay?” she asks, her voice impossibly gentle.

you nod and she slowly pulls them out of you. you sob at the loss of being filled by her.

“shhh” she hushes you. “it’s okay, i’m here y/n.”

she moves up to you, careful not to accidentally put her weight onto your shaking body.

"are you okay? was this okay?"

you nod, unable to form a proper sentence yet.

“i’m gonna get water for us” she informs you but you stop her.

“stay” you whine. “just…for a little bit”

a sweet smile creeps up her cheeks and she gently carcasses your neck.

“of course” she speaks calmly. “of course. i’m staying here”

you try to sit up and she immediately reaches out to help you.

you love this and you might just love nancy too. you know you can’t tell her that, not yet at least. but when she lays you down on her chest and wraps her arms around you, you know you want to stay like this forever.

“promise me you’ll stay?” you mumble sleepily.

nancy smiles.

“i promise”

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just thinking about having a sleepover with nancy and you guys started touching each other bc you're both curious while listening to a sex song 😩

jesus fucking christ

18+ mdni — mutual masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, cum eating

nancy was clad in this cute plaid pink pyjamas, walking over to the foot of your bed before she kneeled on the thick mattress. and she had this curious look on her face — leaning a bit more to something...risqué.

you'd placed your magazine down, the music from the boombox filling the corners of your lavender walls. "what's up?"

she tucked her hair behind her ear, finger dragged along the shape of her strong jaw as she did so. there'd been a new glint in her eyes, one you tend to see when she used to be with jonathan; pupils gradually widening and irises glossed.

"have you ever...touched a girl?"

choking suddenly on your spit, you closed the matte magazine and threw it aside, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks. "what?"

"you know, like," she sat down, mattress dipping and making the both of you jump slightly as she did so. "like, touch a girl's...pussy before?"

you scratched your head, the soft cotton of your own blue pyjamas suddenly making everything hot in the heatwave her question had sent through you. "n-no. but..."

"but have you thought about it?"

a question that sounded so innocent, unbeknownst to you held a little bit more than it means. "y-yeah. i guess. i mean, there's nothing wrong with wondering, right?"

nothing wrong with wanting to experiment ever so often. 's not like i don't think of girls more often than i think of guys. or stare at the mannequins at a lingerie store. or touch myself to the thought of women because boys aren't just it.

"do you...want to try it?"

so yeah, that's what's gotten the both of you here, side by side, her cute pink laced panties thrown aside beside your black cotton ones on the carpeted floor. your legs spread open like the girls on pornos, or the filthy mags hidden beneath the dusted depths of your bed.

super freak blasts through the speakers, door locked despite your parents gone for the whole weekend. your heads thrown back, panting and moaning and lips wet from being licked as you fondled with each other's tits — nancy pulling and tugging on your hardened nipples like she's an expert on these things.

your pussies are bare in the open, the cold air of your ac being the only weak pleasure against your throbbing folds. you open your eyes, feeling a sudden pool of arousal start to drip to your covers when the sight of nancy naked and panting like a devious angel greets you.

"fuck," you whimper when she leans down to capture your buds into her mouth, having enough with the simple touching. her hand cups your breast from beneath and shoves it into her mouth, licking and suckling like a new born, moaning against your thick flesh.

"your tits are amazing," she sighs, her other hand impatient as it slides down the slope of your stomach before she's greedily running her slender fingers through your slick folds. she gasps against your tits. "ooh. so wet. i made you like that?"

when your hand slips between your midriff and her chest, nancy moves back to rest her head on the headboard, your fingers gently spreading her lips apart into a V. "your fault."

and then you're rubbing each other's clits. soft moans with the beat of the song, feeling each other's arousals at the pad of your fingertips. and god, you can smell her from up here — so sweet and delectable.

"oh, yeah, fuck, your hands are amazing," she giggles. "if i would have known, i would have went to you in the first place. jonathan can't do this,"

you mewl when her fingers go faster. and soon, it went from gentle circles to cruel rubbings from left to right, the contact of your folds against her fingers creating this squelching sound that makes you even more wetter.

"nancy," you squeal, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hips lift, legs shaking. she merely chuckles, gasping and cooing at the small puddle beneath your ass and the way her fingers, who despite only rubbing your clit, are now wet that there's wrinkles on her fingertips.

you pay her back, your weakening rubs suddenly plunging into her tight hole. nancy moans, jaw slacking when you push them in knuckle deep, curling and fucking fast that your arm almost looks like a motion blur. and nancy does the same; the sounds so obscene it sounded like you're pounding through meat.

"i'm gonna cum," you hump her hand, three of her slender fingers tracing your gummy walls and fucking that spot deeper than any guy could. and nancy shouts, squeals, "fuck me too,"

in that clusterfuck of fuck fuck fuck, i'm gonna cum, you feel so good, both your fingers are coated in this sticky wide substance, quick and sudden like a waterfall. neither of you slow down even as cum starts to pool out between the ridges of your hole and your fingers.

you pull your fingers out, shoving it deep into your mouth, moaning when nancy sticks her tongue out, rubbing her fingers on her pink tongue — your cum lathering over her thick muscle that you're gushing out a bead of seed when you clench your hole.

"so," she giggles, licking her lips and throwing her head sideways. "ever got eaten out by a girl before?"

*cums*

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stuismybf · 10 months

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goodbyes - s.h

summary: Byers!reader is moving away to California and leaving behind their partner Steve Harrington.

a/n: this has been in my drafts since last summer lolll it was supposed to be a multiple characters with this idea but i just never got around to it, this is super short btw im is trying to clear my drafts <3

gn! reader

His breath shutters while he’s looking at you, his hand holding yours tightly.

All of your stuff was packed now, and this was it Steve couldn’t deny it anymore. You were moving. He wouldn’t see you at the video store anymore, no more sneaking into your house at midnight to see you, he wouldn’t be meeting you at your house for study sessions at the library.

“i guess this is it” he sighed closing the trunk and looking over at you.

Nancy and Jonathan were hugging each other saying their goodbyes along with Max and Eleven and Mike and Will.

You could tell Steve was holding back tears while looking at you. His hand was on his shoulder and he looked down and ran a hand through his hair. “i uh…this just doesn’t feel real”

“i know i mean i’ve always lived so close and now i’m gonna be-”

“2,000 miles away” he said and looked up at you.

“yeah” you whispered with a sad smile.

“i mean i think it’s for the best. Your family’s been through so much” he said.

You nodded and then there was a silence between you.

“i’m just really gonna miss you” he said and then he wrapped his arms around you, “i know” and you could feel his tears on your neck.

“i’ll write you every night” you said

“promise?” he asked

“of course” you confirmed

“I love you” he said, his forehead pressed onto yours.

“Y/n honey do you wanna ride in the u-haul with me?” Joyce called out.

“i guess i should go”

“uh yeah i guess so…oh wait! one more thing. Just wait really quick”

He sprinted back to his car and came back with a tote bag.

“i uhm put some of my stuff in here, nothing big just like a few of my shirts and a mixtape i made you”

“steve” you whispered, your face wrinkling up as you started to cry and wrapped your arms around him.

“i love you so much” you cried and he chuckled and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“come on i’ll walk you to the u-haul”

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stvolanis · 3 months

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saw the post about cutesy smut and im thinking like,,, cutesy smut is such a nancy wheeler thing in a coquette way ykwim? im thinking youre both super friendly with each other cause youre practically best friends who are dating each other with tons of quick kisses and soft touches and giggly makeout sessions and really sweet movie cuddles and eating each other out at one of your houses during sleepovers like UGGH 🎀😩

OMG I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THISSS!! I made both reader and Nancy subs in this because I thought that would be a cute idea, hope you don’t mind💕💕

Strawberry kisses

(one-shot)

PAIRINGS: Sub!Nancy Wheeler x Sub!Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: Nancy & reader are basically FWB, foul language, honestly just fluff and cutesy little things

NSFW WARNINGS: cunnilingus, breast play, fingering, making out, praise, scissoring

Nancy Wheeler had to be the prettiest girl you knew.

Her hair, once long, was now short and curly, rested a little above her shoulders. It made her neck look inviting as you watched her click on a necklace with a heart locket on it. The necklace you gifted her about a year ago, a celebratory gift for her 18th birthday. There wasn’t a day after that she didn’t wear it, only removing it when she was going to take a shower or sleep.

You were kids together, girls together, and now you were women together. You’ve been with her for every birthday, every Christmas, and every heartbreak. The most notorious being Steve Harrington; the man you hated since the day you met him. Always an asshole.

You hated him so badly because you knew she deserved better. Someone who could treat her better. Someone like you.

But, nonetheless, you sat and comforted her through it and effectively helped her through the breakup—and only then had she realized just how much she loved you; and not in a friendly way. In a “I want to hold you while we kiss in the rain and then go home and sleep together” kinda way.

She looked beautiful tonight, even in her pajamas she’s had since she was a freshman. Her skin glowing from the moonlight peaking through her blinds, the soft light of her lamps illuminating the room. You sat perched at the head of her bed, watching her with soft eyes as she brushed through her curly hair.

“You look pretty, Nance.” You muttered. She giggled as she looked at you through her mirror. “I’m not even all dressed up.” She smiled. You felt your heart thud against your chest. Your beautiful, beautiful girl.

“Still pretty.” You replied back with a toothy smile. Blush formed across her cheeks as she broke eye contact through the mirror. “Let’s watch a movie.” You huffed out, dragging yourself out of the bed and to her growing collection of comedy movies.

You happily picked up “The Breakfast Club”, a favorite of you and Nancy’s, sliding it into the Tv. Nancy laid down on her bed, gently patting the empty space next to her, an invitation which you took as you slid yourself next to her. Nancy’s hand intertwined with yours and the jewelry on her finger was cold against your skin, but you didn’t mind.

This was how you always dreamed it would be. You and her together, just like this. Content. Happy. She made you happy. You only hoped you did the same for her. You couldn’t think of anything else but her, even as she giggled at the movie on screen, you were focused on her. Always only her.

She was your sun, and you were here moon. Orbiting around her, basking in her golden light. You were in her shadow when it came to social aspects, but it was other people who made you feel that way; never her. She introduced you, always involved you in conversation, always smiled at you to make sure you were okay. The small hand she would rest on your lower back made you feel a sense of peace, knowing she would always be there.

“Are you alright, sweet girl?” She asked as she titled your head up to look at her. You blushed profusely. “Perfect, baby.” You replied with a reassuring smile. You couldn’t help yourself as your lips connected with hers. So soft and plump, it only made you want more.

She giggled into the kiss, making you giggle. Your legs tangled together and your hands roamed her slim body as hers roamed yours. Her manicured nails skimmed across your back, skillfully unclipping your silk bra from under your shirt. She gave a toothy smile as you laid butterfly kisses on her neck; your hands sliding up to cup her cheek softly.

Your knee pressed into her clothed core, and she let out a small whimper when you began rocking her against your knee. Her hands found their way to your breasts, fondling them and gently pinching and pulling your perk nipples, hard from the touch of her hands and sensitive to the touch.

She panted against you when your hand slipped into the waist band of her pajama pants and down her laced underwear. Your finger circled around her clit teasingly, and her hand found it’s way into your panties. You felt so dirty, having her against you like this. The both of your touching each other, the both of your mouths hung agape as soft whines and moans slipped past them.

Two of her fingers slipped into your entrance, and a squelching noise could be heard, making Nancy moan softly. She pumped her slim fingers in you at an even pace, curling her fingers just enough to hit your sensitive spot inside. Each time her fingers rubbed against your g-spot, you felt yourself come closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Need you. Need your pussy, Nance.” You whined against her, she nodded her head. Nancy slipped her fingers from your entrance and your fingers left her bud as she stripped herself of her clothes. You slid your underwear down and took your shirt off.

Nancy laid down as you hovered your core over her face as you came eye level with hers. She was so pretty. A soft pink hue, glistening with her wet slick, and she had a patch of hair just above her pussy. You blew cold air against it, and she whimpered; but regained herself as she gently guided your hips down onto her face.

Her tongue delivered little kitten licks to your opening, slurping up the juices you were leaking. “Mmm, so good, honey.” She groaned against you as she gripped your ass cheek tenderly. You giggled into her pussy before suckling her clit into your mouth. “Such a pretty little cunt f’me, Nance.” You said, releasing her clit with a pop.

She tried to close her legs but you gently held them open with a soft hand. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart.” You said as she bucked her hips upward into your face, making you dive back in and start swirling your tongue on her clit. You felt Nancy’s tongue poke at your entrance, before harshly entering, making you let out a gasp.

Your hand moved up to rub her clit from side to side in a painful pace for your poor wrist, but it had her withering beneath you; her tongue sending vibrations through your gripping cunt. You knew you were close, and your other free hand moved to start fingering her profusely while still harshly rubbing at her throbbing clit.

You could feel her gummy walls gripping around your two fingers beautifully, and you groaned as she sucked them back in each time you left. You curled your fingers into her g-spot, and Nancy squirted all over your fingers with a loud moan against your pussy, yet her lapping at your cunt never let up; if anything, her tongue seemingly sped up.

You forgot the world for a second, how to breathe and even where you where as you reached the orgasm you were on the verge of so vigorously. It was intense, the way your body shook as the feeling in your lower stomach snapped. Nancy held your waist, keeping your pussy still against her face as she let your ride out your orgasm.

Both of you were dripping in juices and her bedroom that usually smelled like strawberry pound cake with a hint of lavender now smelled like sweating bodies and hot sex. As the two of you came down from your high, Nancy gently moved you off of her, gently dragging you up to lay with her.

“Wanna take a bath with me?” She whispered softly as she kissed the side of your head. You hummed in agreement, and got up to go to the restroom. Nancy followed behind you, her soft footsteps echoed down the hall. No one was home but you and her.

Her mother was at the local pool, Mike was with his friends doing god knows what (you both definitely knew what), her dad was out gambling and her little sister was with the babysitter till 11. You didn’t have to hide, or walk on eggshells. The setting almost felt domestic as you watched her start the water, adding a little bit of soap for bubbles the both of you enjoy. Her house smelled of natural, almost woody scent, and her bathroom was no exception.

She submerged herself into the water, and gestured for you to join her with a smile, which you did. The water was warm, almost hot; as that was the way Nancy liked her baths. You’ve complained to her about it before, it’s almost a painful kind of hot but she seemed to enjoy it, so you stopped bothering her about it. Today, she was being considerate of the temperature for you, even going as far as to add your favorite scent into the bath; vanilla.

Her chest was pressed against your back, and your head lulled onto her shoulder as she began to gently massage your body with her lavender body wash. The smell was her, as was everything else. Your senses were consumed with nothing but her, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to ever even think of complaining about it. The way her pink lofa skimmed over your body, lathering you in soap was the least sexual interaction. Purely out of love and admiration for you.

“I love you, Nancy.” You said as you turned your head, coming into contact with her her pretty blue eyes. She smiled. That smile was enough to make your knees weak, head spinning and heart throbbing in your chest. “I love you too, baby.” She said, delivering the softest peck to your lips.

And you did. You loved her, with every fiber of your being.

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jazzsonly · 2 months

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ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴇ.

pairing(s): nancy wheeler x blk!cheerleader!reader

warning(s): smut. fingering. making out. internalized homophobia. jason. very old fic of mines. reader highkey an asshole. not proofread. i’d consider this a wip tbh but eh.

summary: nancy wheeler is your fool.

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nancy’s eyes scanned you close as she leaned against her locker in a woeful manner. you in your cheer uniform, hand firmly on jason’s bicep as you loudly laughed at something she definitely knew wasn’t that funny. her stomach was stuck between disgust and anger. of course, somewhere they met in the middle, mixing together to make her nauseous.

just last night you were all over her, kissing her, fucking. telling her you loved her.

now? you acted as if she wasn't even a person—let alone a thought.

the way you walked past her, straight to Jason and his friends. the way you’d laughed like you'd never heard a joke in your life before. and there's no way Jason is that funny, at least to nancy he couldn’t be.

and why were you touching him that way? every girl knew holding onto a guy's bicep was a clear sign of flirting.

"you're staring pretty hard." nancy drew her far presence from you to robin, who spoke.

"i just spaced off.." an unconvincing lie rolls off the girls tongue as her eyes trailed back.

"been there. done that. she’s definitely not worth it."

immediately nancy's eyes snapped to robin.

what?

"you guys hooked up?"

“dated, actually, but in her book sure we hooked or maybe not at all." a bit of bitterness left in the girl’s tone (and maybe her heart too.)

a flat scoff came from nancy, imagining her girlfriend with another girl. bad enough she had to see you with Jason and endure your cruel-ness but to know you did it with robin too...

"come on, you should head to class. shouldn't be watching this."

nancy couldn't help it, she felt, for some reason that she needed to watch. jason holding onto your waist. the same way she did last night. she couldn't tear her eyes away, even with robin dragging her away she still watched.

even in class, even if you weren't in nancy's view you were clear in her mind. she knew you shared two classes with jason, ela and math. all she could think about was you might be doing. were you still holding on to his bicep, laughing? maybe his hands still around your waist and you on his lap this time.

did he steal a kiss from you? did you steal a kiss from him? did you enjoy? was that attention you got from him all you ever wanted?

it didn't matter now because the school day was over and long behind nancy—well physically, mentally it plagued nancy as she currently sat in her room alone, thinking maybe you were in your room with jason. but you weren't, you were at her bedroom door.

"hey sailor."

she jumped. What were you doing here?

"hey?"

"surprised to see me?" you step forward, closing the door behind you.

"your mom let me in."

"oh." was nancy could let out.

"you okay?" taking a close seat next to the girl.

"yea—yeah, l'm okay." nancy forced smiled with lying words.

you, being as clueless as you were smiled, leaning to kiss the wheeler, who barely kissed back.

"seriously,are you okay?"

she drops her shoulders, “just don't want to kiss right now—your lips could've been on jason's."

you roll your eyes. "nancy you know—”

"you being all over him is just cover up? yeah."

"you know i love you."

“yeah because love is acting like i'm not even a person. you walk right past me everyday. saying hi to me doesn't reveal that you're gay, you that right?”

you sigh, rolling your eyes again. in your mind you were thinking selfishly about these things. if you were lucky enough to be a cheerleader and popular as a black girl in the culture of the 80s, you wouldn't tear it all down just for love. robin being proof of this.

"nancy," you bring your hands up, swallowing cupping the girl’s face.

"i love you." you spoke so soft to her, the love and hurt pouring into her eyes from yours.

again, in your selfish mindset you'd do whatever for nancy to stay with you. don’t get it wrong, you did love her very much and you hated hurting her but you'd rather have her in hurt than not at all.

your lips seared onto hers and everything little thing you did to hurt her just today left her mind.

she loved when you were right here, in front of her—kissing her. you were her's in these moments. your lips on hers, right hand on her cheek and left on her bicep, not jason's.

nancy pulled you closer, forcing you to now straddle her as your lips mixed in high emotions. you were everything to her and she was almost everything to you.

"say it again. tell me you love me." she broke the kiss, you still on her lap and her hand caressing your cheek as she looked up at you with pleadful eyes.

"i love you." you looked directly in her eyes and told the truth—but how much?

satisfied, she pushed forward, kissing you harder and longer this time. her arms held firmly around her waist and your hands on either side of her, to you, perfect face.

"touch me." you hollowly whisper, barely pulling from the kiss.

that's all it took for nancy to flip you over, still holding you firmly. she kissed your cheek, your collarbone, down to your neck. she sucked and bit causing to hiss and moan with your hands messed in her hair.

her hands roamed over your body, touching you.

she was a beauty to you now more than ever. you already knew how much nancy loved you but when she was like this, when she had you like this you could undeniably feel her love. the passion in her touch, knowing she’d never leave you no matter how much shit you put her through.

she was down between you thighs, head under your cheer skirt as she kissed you thigh. your underwear already off as she had threw them to the side the minute you told her to ‘touch you.’

her thumb softly, but surely ran down you folds, collecting you wetness. you gasp at the touch of her, but you moan when her tongue came in contact with you.

flicking the bud of your clit while her pointer and middle pumped in and out you.

in these moments, you weren't thinking selfishly like you usually did. in these moments, it was just you and nancy—none of that other shit mattered.

"nance—”

“i know, baby. i know.”

she added a third finger, knowing you were close already.

"fuck—” the cussful moan fell from your lips as you leg shook lightly and you came undone.

you were panting in breaths.

nancy's head popped from under your skirt and she looked up at you as you looked down at her.

"i love you, nancy:

“i love you.”

━━━👩🏽‍💻

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southelroydrive · 8 months

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safe from the world.

pairing: nancy wheeler x f!reader summary: you and your girlfriend take a moment to yourselves before the battle against vecna. word count: 1.3k title: intertwined by dodie warnings: none a/n: probably not accurate to the canon timeline, a short draft whilst i painstakingly write this ghostface!ronance au

the world seemed to be at peace that one spring morning. a truly spectacular thing despite everything the town of hawkins had been through in the last few days. but, as nature began its rebirth, you find a rare moment of serenity in the seemingly cursed town.

the wind rustles through the trees, birds chirping their sweet symphony that fills the peaceful quiet that surrounds lover’s lake. morning dew still clings to the grass, glistening in the sunlight as it casts a golden haze over the town. a breeze of the wind swirls around you, brushing against your skin with the soft caress of a lover.

“we’re almost there, i promise.”

her voice, a caress much like the wind. it wraps you in its embrace, soothing the terror that plagues your mind in a time like this. the death and tragedy, the horrors that scar the back of your eyelids as you try to sleep each night, all slipping away with the weight of her hand in yours. you feel the blades of grass tickling your ankles as she guides you along.

a tender smile spreads across your lips, not uncommon in the presence of the girl in front of you. the picturesque display of nature around you fades away, not worthy of your attention when you’re distracted by her curly hair that bounces with every step of her boots against the ground.

in fact, you're so distracted that you don't notice your foot getting caught in a tree root. in a matter of seconds, you let out a panicked yelp that alerts her, head snapping to look back at you and a sharp cry of your name leaving her lips. your eyes screw shut, anticipating the moment your body hits the grass-covered ground but it never comes. instead, her arms wrap around you, your face smacking into her shoulder.

“sweetheart!” she gasps through her laughter, stumbling backwards as your entire body weight slams against her. “be careful!”

“sorry, sorry! it was an accident!” you can’t help but laugh along with her, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. your hands press against her chest, gently pushing yourself upright. her grip loosens around you, resting lightly on your hips just to be safe.

her chest vibrates with her dying laughter, a soft sigh spilling from her lips as she gazes up at you. her lips curl into an amused smirk, but her eyes still hold the same tenderness they always do as she looks at you. she carefully brushes your hair, smoothing down the frazzled pieces from your stumble.

“come on, before you break a leg.” her loving gaze shimmers with a teasing glint as she pats your cheek, placing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose before abruptly turning around. her hand slides into yours once more, keeping her grip firm as she gently tugs you along.

“hey!” you whine, lips forming into a pout despite the fact she couldn’t see. but she can practically hear it in your tone, making a smirk tug at your girlfriend’s lips. with another soft tug, you roll your eyes and fall back into a comfortable silence.

it’s not long until you reach the clearing, just as she had promised. the trees wrap around the space, offering you complete privacy from the prying eyes of the town. nobody but you, your lover and the lake, which sparkled with every ripple of the water. the sun gracing the land in its light.

nancy’s hand slowly slips away from yours, fingertips brushing against yours as her feet carry her to the edge of the lake. you watch as she lowers herself to the ground, knees pulled to her chest. she learned a long time ago not to care about the mud staining her skirt, rather a delicate reminder of the time spent with you.

her head turns to look back at you, the tenderness in her eyes never leaving once. fingertips brushing against the grass, an invitation.

you take it.

you walk over, sinking to the ground beside her, your legs stretched out in front of you. she rests her head against you, her rosy cheek warm against your shoulder. like a moth to a flame, her hand finds yours. covering it with hers, the pad of her thumb grazes over your skin.

her touch lingers on the scar that decorates your knuckle, a scar she knows all too well. she could never forget that night, the flickering lights, the beastly screeches and piercing gunshots echoing in her ears. the same night, the same scar that proved that she had broken her promise. she was going to keep you safe, she wasn’t going to let anything hurt you. why did she let it hurt you?

“nance?” your voice is gentle, like the ripple of the water or the breeze, when you call out her name. and in an instant, her worries melt away, tucked neatly into a box for another time. her attention now solely devoted to you, the you that is safe and, most importantly, alive.

head tilting down to look at her in the eyes, your brows are laced together in concern. lips twisted into a small frown, gazing at her with a benevolence that makes her heart warm in her chest. “you okay?”

“now i am.” she whispers, meeting your gaze with her own look of affection. and she means it. with you, the storm that is nancy wheeler’s mind calms, you’re the sun that permeates the grey clouds that form her thoughts.

and when her eyes flicker back down to the scar on your hand that has long healed, she tries to see it as less of her mistake and more of how brave her girl is. a display of how much you had grown in those few years.

a peaceful silence falls over the two of you, and as you sit together in your own safe haven away from all the ugly truths of the town you lived in, you feel at peace.

nancy suddenly shifts, her head lifting off your shoulder and hand leaving yours. you turn, watching with a loving smile as your girlfriend tilts her body to lie down in the grass, her own head resting in your lap. her curls form a halo around her face, your own angel on earth gazing up at you with eyes that hold nothing short of pure love and affection.

your hands quickly find her hair, brushing through the curls you love so much. she rewards you with her soft hums of pleasure, like sweet music to your ears. her eyes shut, dark lashes fluttering.

the tenderness of this moment with the love of your life makes the rest of the world come to a stand still. you knew there was nothing else you would ever want, for all you could ever need was right in front of you. and as that silence washes over you once again, the looming threat of what is to come fades away.

until she breaks it.

“angel?” she murmurs, eyes cracking open to peer up at you. blue eyes filled with uncertainty, causing your own expression to twinge with concern.

“yes, nance?”

“do you… do you think we’ll be okay?”

her words make your movements falter for a moment, your girlfriend’s uncertainty becoming clear to you now. you are both no strangers to the monsters of the upside down, yet you know how much responsibility she feels over how this battle will turn out. you let out a deep sigh, your breath shaky as your free hand finds hers once again.

“we’re gonna be okay, baby. i know it.”

you accompany your words with a squeeze to her hand. and, despite the fact that nancy nods in response, you both know your words aren’t entirely true. there was simply too much that could go wrong to safely say. yet, in this moment, all your worries were better left unsaid. scared that speaking the truth could make it a reality.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

because no matter what happens in the next few hours, when you’re forced to fight horrors that will remain unknown to the rest of the world, you know that you have your love. and that’s all that mattered.

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robinsno1lesbian · 8 months

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Thigh riding with Nancy trying not to get caught

i've been trying to work through my inbox for the longest time, but whenever i try i get new asks that give me a random burst of energy to write...

anyway!

(smut below the cut, MDNI)

"shut up" she hisses against your lips. all adoration and sweetness from the previous makeout session had vanished, replaced by harsh, desperate desire and want. the fabric of your button-up shirt dangles loosely around your shoulders, revealing your tight bra to her. you had worn it with purpose, but not the kind that would leave you fucked out in the bathroom of steve harrington's house. you had wanted to surprise her, wanted to see that look of sudden desire flash over her soft features when she would undress you -later that night. you had bought the set a couple of days before steve's birthday party at his place, hoping to get a chance to show her as soon as possible. but then again, you hadn't intended for that to be at his party.

you really thought you could wait until later.

but instead, you had chosen to tease her on the dancefloor.

truth be told, you already had some drinks then, but it really wasn't your fault that nancy was holding your hips like that. that she was roaming your sides freely, allowing your fingers to dig into your soft flesh while she swayed you back and forth and from side to side. so you decided to tease her back. it had been all fun and games: you had grounded your backside against her slowly; your ass pressing into her front purposefully while you two were dancing. you had tried not to be too obvious too, covering it up by moving to the rhythm of the beat. one of your hands sat on her cheek when you turned around to catch a glimpse of her face.

that was when you knew that you were in trouble: nancy had glared at you in slight disbelief with her lips parted and her chest rising and falling rapidly. her pupils, even under the dimmed lights, were blown wide leaving little of the blue in her eyes. you had heard her soft gasp in your ear, a smile of satisfaction tugging at the corner of your lips when her fingers tightened on your waist.

everything else happened in a bit of a blur: one second you were on the dancefloor, and the next she was dragging you away by the arm.

"nancy" you had whined playfully "where are we going? don't you wanna dance?" but your girlfriend was relentless and pulled you upstairs and into the huge bathroom down the hall.

she had locked the door on your way in, which caused you to gulp audibly. you didn't know what exactly was to come, but you could imagine by the way she shoved you up against the door and pinned your hands above your head by the wrists. "what was that about?" she whispered and yet all you could do was whimper, your lips chasing her own desperately.

nancy leaned back and chuckled. "already do desperate huh?" she didn't break the eye contact when her fingers made their way down your torso and she started working on the buttons. hot blush crept up your cheeks at the realization of what she was about to discover but you didn't dare to move, even kept your hands above your head; excited to see how your girlfriend would react if she saw how you attended this party.

her eyes widened when her gaze fell upon your now exposed chest. you just smirked and raised a brow at her. "like what you see?" "shit, baby" she breathed and ran her fingertips over the lacy fabric. "you're so gorgeous" that was when she leaned back in, her lips chasing your own while she pressed the entire length of her body against your own. her hands found yours again, only that she didn't grab your wrists this time but linked your fingers together and held you while her lips moved in sync with your own.

her mouth slowly traced down your jaw and you dropped your head back against the door. "nancy" you whispered. your hand buried itself in her dark curls on its own accord, while the other girl started kissing down your neck. you knew by the way she was sucking at the soft skin that it would bruise, leaving red marks all over you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"so fucking gorgeous" nancy mumbled and her hands ran up and down your sides until they finally rested on your hips "i want you so much right now" you leaned back slowly, poking your tongue against the inside of your cheek at the words she just said. "nancy wheeler" you spoke "we're- we're at steve's. i want you so much. but i'm sure he wouldn't appreciate it if we fucked in his bathroom " "who said anything about fucking?" you opened your mouth again to speak, but the only thing that came out was a desperate noise, caused by nancy's thigh which she suddenly shoved between your own.

she tilted her head to the side, studying the way your facial features tensed up in pleasure. "hm? what do you think? this isn't fucking is it? it technically isn't and if you're quiet, no one will ever know" you knew damn well steve would kill you, if he caught you like this. but the aching want between your thighs was only growing with each passing second and the way the denim of her pants sat against your panty-covered center, easily exposed by the skirt you chose to wear, wasn't helping.

so you gave in. which was precisely how you had gotten yourself into the current situation: thighs spread for nancy to keep hers between them, grinding back and forth desperately and getting your arousal all over her clothes.

what started as softly making out while you were getting yourself off on her thigh has slowly escalated: now, just a couple of minutes later, you're panting, desperately holding onto her back while your hips are moving back and forth. nancy has one hand on your hip as well, steadying you and supporting you in your movements. "fuck" you whine, both of your eyes closed in concentration. "fuck, fuck, fuck" "shh" nancy hushes you harshly and leans in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. her mouth is on yours in an instant and her lips part to let her tongue into your mouth.

you can taste her in your mouth, can feel the hard, flexed muscle of her thigh against your center. it's so much, it's nearly making you forget about the party that is going on right in front of the bathroom door. the music and the noise of people talking have faded to nothing but a soft buzz in the back of your mind, nothing compared to the sensation of nancy's touch. "nancy" you gasp at a particular hard roll of your hips against her, causing you to feel your lower half coiling in the pleasure.

you can feel your soaked cunt contracting around nothing when you release through your panties and onto her thigh. you could scream right then and there but nancy's mouth presses up against your own the moment she feels your body tensing and shaking in pleasure and swallows all noise that might escape your lips.

"yeah sweet girl" she whispers. "just like that, just like that"

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Dom nancy being gentle to you

okay okay okay okay let me just im feeling very horny and gay rn so MAYBE she's not gentle but i tried okay 😭

18+ mdni — afab!reader, scissoring, slight degradation (like objectification, usage of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’), praising, spit kink, squirting, fingering, dacryphilia, mommy kink, face slapping

it's straight up smut beneath the cut so minors go away

nancy likes it when you cry.

not when you're sad. but when you're beneath her, naked and submissive, legs spread as her fingers plunge deep inside your greedy little cunt that she loves so much.

she's sucking at your clit, hard and hungry, drinking all your arousal that keeps coming out. nancy's getting wetter at every whine and moan you let out that coalesce with the wet squelching of your pussy as she fucks you with her fingers.

"fuck!" you gasp, throwing your head back, elbows weakening when nancy shoves her fingers in knuckle deep, her thick muscle lapping up at your clit. and you can see the white streaks of your cum from earlier. "mommy..."

"you close, baby?" she coos, her tongue leaving your clit only to lap up your puffy folds that she teasingly nips on. "come on, slut. you can cum. you didn't seem to have a problem doing that five times, hm?"

the tears that streak down wet your cheeks, but it's nothing compared to the pool beneath your ass. nancy laughs against your pussy, pushing your thighs up until your hands prop your knees wide as her fingers leave your cunt.

"i'm gonna cum," you warn her, squeezing your eyes shut as you grip on your knees for dear life. "please, mommy, let me cum. it hurts."

nancy's hands grip your ass tightly, kneading the flesh as her head bops with her tongue, relishing in the sweet taste of your juices and the remnants of your cum that she's yet to lap up.

"cum. cum you little whore. so drunk on mommy's mouth that you're crying like a little girl," nancy reaches up to shove her fingers inside your mouth, pressing on your tongue as you enclose your lips around the fingers, sucking on your wetness. "yeah, suck on that, baby. suck on it like you'd suck that plastic cock."

she mimics the way you used to blow her toy, thrusting her slender fingers until you gag around them. nancy goes back to sucking on your throbbing clit, all red and swollen from the abuse of her mere mouth. and when she's had enough, she decides to fully shove her tongue inside your gaping hole.

you mewl, unwrapping your lips around her fingers to roll your eyes back. your moans are loud, could possibly be heard by her neighbors. but neither of you care when nancy's fucking you with her tongue, curling it inside the way her fingers would. your hands come down to her hair, gagging still on her limbs.

nancy moans against your cunt when you tug on her permed strands, hair disheveled at every pull when she pulls out to kitten lick your hole before her tongue goes back in to fuck you.

unexpectedly does the coil snap harder than you expected. not only do you spill your thick white seed on nancy's tongue, but something like a transparent liquid squirts out with the rest. showering her face with the sweet nectar that makes her keen with the way you coat her pretty fucking face with your hard climax.

nancy's face is coated with rivulets of your arousal that hinders its spurting, glinting from the sun that slips past her curtains. she laughs, removing her fingers from your mouth and moves away from your cunt to kiss you hard on the mouth, your transparent cum dripping down to your face as she holds your face between her thumb and fingers.

"that was so hot," she murmurs. you gaze up to see her bangs stick to her forehead, her lips swollen from all the eating she'd done. "think you can handle more, baby? just for mommy? can you let her use you like her toy and rub her pussy with yours? do you want that?"

you nod against her fingers. nancy gives you a chaste kiss to your nose, before her hands are pulling on your ankles to lay you flat on your back. pushing on your knees to spread them open, your folds wide to expose your still leaking cunt that clenches on nothing.

she removes her panties, where you can see for a second glimpse the insane wet patch in the middle, maybe even a white streak that made you wonder if she had cum when you came for the first time, or when you squirted right at her face.

your legs spread apart, tears slowly drying, lips parted in anticipation as nancy steadies herself with her hands on your knees before she sinks her cunt onto yours.

you mewl immediately from the overstimulation, trying not to arch your back because she's only sat on you. nancy sighs in ecstasy, throwing her head back.

"fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good," she moans. "gonna rub now, okay? be a good girl for mommy and lay still. or else i'll stop and i'll finish myself off in front of you with your arms tied up, got it?"

the sensation of her bare cunt rubbing on yours was a drug you'd like to be addicted to for the rest of your life. the way her clit would rub on yours, folds grazing and slapping against each other as she grinds and bounces. and the sight of nancy squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples made you babble incoherently as the tears began forming once more.

you stay pliant with your legs spread as nancy uses you like her fucktoy — all wet, dirty and hot as she'd say. with her ass pressed up on your calf, you reach out to lace her hands with yours. and it makes her coo.

"aw, baby," she pants, moving faster. you whimper when she rubs your pussy raw, licking your lips in anticipation when she taps on your mouth. "open for me."

and you do. mouth open like your gaping cunt, nancy pushes her thumb in until she presses on your tongue to open wider. she leans down while still grinding onto you, tongue playfully licking at your teeth before her lips purse and she's spitting right on your tongue.

but your ungrateful ass disobeys her and you swallow without her permission. nancy's eyebrows furrow, her grinding slowing down just the slightest as she tuts. "did i tell you to swallow, whore?"

you shake your head, whimpering when she slaps you in the face. the tingling sensation shoots down to twist on your coil. nancy bounces on your cunt, one that makes your ass dig deep on her dampened bed.

"you know, i was thinking of punishing you. but mommy's a little hungry right now, yeah? so i'm gonna finish this. then i'm gonna fuck myself in front of you, is that clear?" she smirks. "gonna fuck you first like the slut you are."

"yeah, mommy," you throw your head back. "fuck me like a slut. use me like your toy. i'll be a good girl mommy."

"funny how you say that when you swallowed without my permission," she tuts, grinding harder to the point where you think your pussy might have been chafed.

and before you know it nancy's cumming on your cunt and you're squirting in her face again. she breaks away and shoves her face between your legs, drinking and lapping up at both your orgasms until nothing else is left to devour.

(and then your hands are tied and nancy's fucking herself with that pretty pink and big dildo with your hands tied, your pussy left open and spread painfully as you watch her scrunch her face in bliss every time the plastic toy hits her spot)

*burns in hell*

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