I need a part two of âyou think Iâm pretty?â Where reader gets tired of just being a hookup and asks along the lines of what are we. It would be cute if she stopped her in the middle of sex and Nancy got worried and asked what was wrong. PLEASE I love this to much I need this!
promise iâm not abandoning this blogggg love my writing and absolutely need to finish writing part two to you think iâm pretty.. miss yall đŠˇ
it may not seem like it but nancy will give you anything and everything you want, she treats you well and give you all the love your deserve, maybe even more. in her head youâre a princess, the only one ever and she knows princesses get the best things. so here is nancy wheeler giving you the best princess treatment one could ever give
nancy usually gets up early and makes you breakfast, before the sun creeps through the windowsills sheâll quietly get up and make you your favorite breakfast, exactly the way you like it, and when sheâs sure youâre awake sheâll bring it up to you. breakfast in bed, never breakfast downstairs, she hates to see her princess get up so early without the stamina, so cute! she loves to compliment you in the morning, how pretty you look when youâre tried, how the sun shines perfectly in your face and how much of an angel you are
nancy loves to do your hair and makeup, she has observed you for so long she knows exactly how you do it. she sits you down in your vanity chair and just hums along to whatever song and does her thing to your hair and when sheâs doing your makeup she just admires your face and tells you how fucking stunning you are. she kisses your face that by the time sheâs done youâre basically late to whatever function
ok but the best thing she does is, oh my god throbbing just thinking about it, many days she will wake you up by giving you head. sheâll sneak under the bedsheets and just lick away, slowly and soft but then harsh and like a monster wanting you to be awake to see and feel this. and when you do wake up itâs like heaven because she makes you feel even better, so now youâre squirming and trying not to make any noise while she caresses your clit and your thighs. itâs hot and yummy
nancy couldnât even be near you without getting a strong whiff of your vanilla scent, without wanting to lick your neck. she desperately needed to feed on something and whenever she was hungry, starved, you always seemed to be at the scene of the crime. but she couldnât hurt you and never would, not physically, she loved you too much to even put her mouth on your body. but here she was, hungry and in desperate need of something so she found her way to your house and now sheâs in your bed. wearing your tee shirt and stripped panties only, waiting for you to get homeâŚmaybe youâd let her have just a small snack?
the lights were off and nancy was starting to doze off in your bed but when she felt the weight of your body thump on your mattress she immediately woke up, âhi!â your screams filled the room and rang in hers ears, your body made contact with the carpeted floor and you fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp while she watched you with curiosity, but you wouldnât stop screaming she was getting exhausted of you
âoh my god enough with the screaming, youâre such a cliche! shut up will you?â you did in fact shut up but your breathing didnât, your chest pumping up and down as you tried to calm down but nothing worked, âwhat are you doing here oh my god!â
âwhat? donât we always share your bed when we have slumber partiesâ nancy had a pout on her cute sexy face of yours, one you have a hard time resisting but why was she in your room? seeing that you made no effort to speak or even move, nancy scooted towards you and started to smooth out your hair. with the slightest touch of her fingers your body started to calm down and she clocked that quickly. so why not help you even more? her lips were getting closer to yours and you didnât stop her, didnât even try to
when her lips made contact with yours it was sweet but awkward, tasty but weird and the second kiss was more cohesive, your body melting into hers with the warmth that came with her lips. when she pulled apart from you, you didnât waste any time and pinned her down onto your bed, lips making contact once more and squirming their way down her neck. but nancy didn't allow you to go any further than that, her hands squeezing your head and making you lift yourself back up to her level and now she was the one kissing your neck, but she didnât move from that spot. just kissed and licked away and you swore once or twice you felt her teeth trying to budge in, ânance?â
âwhat.â
âi know youâre hungry, you can take a biteâŚâ she pulled your face up so she could see you clearly, her eyes confused and her brows ruffled but your face was serious and sincere, âreally?â you nodded and that was all she needed. she got up and sat on your pillows, her back against your headboard and beckoned you to sit on her. you straddled her and guided your hands making you grip on the headboard
she kissed you on the lips once more as a way of saying thank you and then licked you again, getting the spot on your neck ready. you were grinding on her, your body moving in slow movements and your breath hitching from every swipe of her tongue. itâs been a while since you knew nancy was a succubus and a while since she ate your boyfriend, you should have been angry with herâŚyou werenât. she never fed on you but you always told her she could whenever she wanted to but something in her stopped her but not his time. not with your full reassurance
her teeth sinked into your flesh and you let out a small whimper but you rubbed her shoulder indicating that you were okay, and she kept going. sucking on your blood and even taking out the tiniest bits of meat out of you, she knew how to control it and did her best with you because she couldnât fathom eating you whole, you were everything to her and her life would be nothing without you. her soft moans and squishing sound of your flesh made you squirm and roll your eyes. because you see, you like it and you have imagined this exact scene so many times before
you whimpered even more as nancyâs lips roamed over your whole upper body, leaving bite marks in every possible place until she felt satisfied with her hunger. she would never go to fa with you plus youâre very sure she would find a boy to eat in the early morning before the sun came. you knew sheâd be okay, her face brighter than ten minutes ago, fresh and flushed but you werenât satisfied just yet. just because youâre not a succubus doesnât mean you canât eat her out
⤡ a nancy wheeler x fem!reader heated rivalry au, 18+ mdni
ânancy wheeler?â
there was a chill in the early spring air, it added a delicate edge to your voice. nancy, who had been flickering her lighter against a cigarette, turned her head at the sound of you. she did not look impressed at your presence, nor did she make any acknowledgement as you introduced yourself. instead, she tried once more and succeeded at lighting the cigarette, taking a long drag as she leant against the brick wall of the hawkins post.
âoh - iâm not sure youâre supposed to smoke here.â
she looked you up and down, taking another drag. the smoke floated around her frame like a cautionary shadow. âok.â
her stare made you uncomfortable. sure, youâd seen her around school, always confident with a determined pep in her step. now you finally spoke to one another, no bustling crowds or protective boyfriends. just you - standing like an awkward kid on the first day of school with rigid posture, biting the inside of your cheeks.
âi, um, read your last article for the schoolâs paper. it was really interesting, youâre a great writer.â you try not to sound nervous, or like a kiss-ass. both of you had been accepted as interns this semester. you had just as much a right to be here as she did.Â
âyes.â her voice was sharp, her answers short. clearly nancy felt she was above this menial conversation. why did you even bother trying to be polite?
âanyways⌠i should be getting back inside, theyâre waiting for me.â you ran a hand down your sweater, then stupidly extended it to her. your mother always said first impressions count, so you were really trying to be professional. âgood luck with the internship.â
surprisingly, she accepted your handshake with a sly grin, long fingers wrapping around your own.
as you turned to leave, she finally spoke again. âyou wonât be so kind when i beat you.â
the comment made you spin back quickly to face her. she didnât look mean, or cocky. actually she was smiling, and that seemed somehow worse. nancy wasnât a bully, she just knew she was best, and it amused her. is this how the next few months would be? her antagonizing you, holding all the power? it was known amongst hawkins high students that internships in town could be competitive, everyone desperate to lather their college applications with fancy titles and past employers.Â
when the hawkins post accepted interns, it was heavily implied that one of them would be awarded a junior journalist position that same summer. you wanted it desperately, but nancy wanted it more.
âthatâs not gonna happen.â you assured her.
she just held her smile, staring at you, holding the cigarette between her painted nails against her pink lips. âsee you around the office.â
â
as much as nancy disdained older men calling her sweetheart, she grit her teeth and smiled through every comment.Â
this job - or rather, internship - was meant to be easy. simple. show the chief editors you have determination and talent, ace senior year, work as a junior journalist over the summer, then get whisked away to college far away from hawkins. there was only a few other interns. one of the bosses sonâs, a couple girls looking for extra credit without any interest in journalism, and you.
you were proving to be a flaw in nancyâs plan. whenever nancy came in early, you were already there, and when you stayed late, nancy would never leave first. it was a battle of wits. an unspoken standoff. just a little friendly rivalry. nancy could handle this.
it didnât help that she found you unbearably beautiful. that had become quite a distraction at times.Â
even now, as she sat alone in her bedroom, nancy itched for a distraction. her family was squabbling downstairs, and no sound-proof headphones could drown out their incessant voices. hoping for some solitude away from her dead-end article sheâd been editing nancy shut her laptop, slipped downstairs, and drove the short distance to the hawkins fitness and leisure centre. imagine her surprise when she entered the near empty gym to see you walking on a treadmill, hair up, pink short shorts, and a matching sports bra. huh. usually she despised running, but maybe a little cardio would be fun.
you only had this gym membership for the yoga classes they held, but you quickly learnt that after midnight this place served as an empty sanctuary. it offered you some peace of mind away from all your stress.Â
apparently nancy wheeler was inescapable. like it wasnât bad enough you saw her at school, everyday at work, and now here. in your sanctuary. she snuck up on you easily, the slow tempo of your RNB playlist drowning out the sounds of her footsteps. when she appeared in your peripheral, you tried not to audibly groan. there was so many other treadmills, and yet she chose to jog beside you.Â
as she jogged, the wide neckline of her t-shirt slipped down one shoulder, revealing a sports bra similar to yours and a collarbone so defined you wanted to bite it. nancy smirked when she noticed your gaze. in retaliation, you increased your speed, now breaking into a fast jog, speed higher than hers.
almost instantly, nancy increased her speed too, the beep beep of the treadmillâs buttons taunting you as she did so. to prove youâre not a loser, you increase your speed again. so does nancy. you increase the speed once more. so does she. by now youâre both sprinting, chasing something that isnât there, and coming dangerously close to an injury.
the mixed sound of your panting and heavy breathing echoes around the empty space. without a visual, it almost sounds like a different form of physical activity. nancy looks over at you, raising her eyebrows as if to say âthat all you got?â. itâs like she hasnât even broken a sweat.Â
âfuck this.â you spit, slamming the stop button and gracefully sliding off the end of the treadmill. ripping out your old, wired headphones, you strut away to the bench where your keys and purse are sitting, slipping down onto the floor to catch your breath.
nancy stops her machine too, following you across the room to sit in front of you. loose hairs from her ponytail are stuck with sweat to her forehead. somehow smarter than you were, she has a bottle of water. in an effortlessly attractive movement, she throws her head back to take a sip. itâs hard not to stare at the spot between her jaw and neck, a perfectly carved piece of skin. then she swallows, holding eye contact with you as she does so.
âthat was fun.â she says, eyes dropping to your bare chest and stomach which are rising and falling rapidly .
ânot quite.â you say, trying to hold your voice steady.
she tilts her head in agreement, then takes another sip of water. âyou, uh, enjoying the internship? is it everything you dreamed of?âÂ
âalmost.âÂ
the position isnât all glitz and glamour, mainly long hours delivering coffee and lunch in hopes to scribble together an article during the free time. its hard to find motivation, though, nancy seems to be managing just fine. perfect as ever. despite the men at the hawkins post not giving many interns a second glance, they at least know her name. that means something, and she knows it.
âiâm sorry.â she says behind a smile.
âno youâre not.â you laugh, voice shaking as you still try to catch your breath from the unplanned sprint you just endured.
maybe she feels bad for you, or maybe she actually cares enough to extend the waterbottle in your direction. you shake your head, trying to catch your breath without help from her. refusing your refusal, nancy waves the water in front of you obnoxiously.
surrendering, you reach over your crossed legs, as she leans over her outstretched ones to meet you in the middle. for a moment, you swear she lets her fingers brush yours. probably an accident.
you take a quick sip, revelling in the comfort the cold water offers. nancy watches you intently. her eyes glued to where the water meets your lips. this feels far too intimate. youâre eager to leave, and move to hand her back the water, but she raises an eyebrow. you hold your position, yet she doesnât take the bottle. so you take another sip. a long sip as she keeps watching you. that seems to please her, nancy now letting you hand back her drink.
should you try and make conversation? should you stand up to leave? neither of you move. in silence, you both stay sitting, taking the time to admire one another in a dishevelled state, though no one would admit they were admiring. this was just some weird, isolated incident.
thankfully, your phone vibrates on the bench beside you, interrupting the tension filling the air. you utter a rushed goodbye and all but run out of the building.
â
a few weeks later, and youâve been tiptoeing around nancy. dodging her in the hallways at school, though sheâd never tried to talk to you there in the past. then youâd always keep yourself busy at the post, hiding behind a stack of papers, cleaning things that didnât need to be cleaned, and solving every problem without asking her for help.
you didnât miss the way sheâd stare at you.
nancy was intrigued. naturally, pursuing journalism and all, she had always been a very curious person. she excelled in the small tasks your boss tom offered her, so her downtime around the office usually consisted of her finishing school work or starting up new projects with all this free time. sometimes steve would text her, even drive by to deliver coffee, and she loved the way it made you squirm. even when it seemed like you despised her, everything nancy did had an affect on you. and even when you wanted to scream or throw your laptop at her perfect face, you opted for a friendly smile to hide the fact you couldnât stop thinking about her.
todays menial task youâd been appointed was filling in for jonathan, the scrawny boy who developed photos the old fashion way. most reporters here used digital photos on fancy computer programs to edit their articles, but apparently some old bag still liked to develop his film in a dark room to âsee the visual journey of the storyâ. lucky for jonathan, he was great at helping out. unlucky for you, today he was sick. so, desperate for a job, you offered to fill in.
you stood confused, staring down at the rolls of film and stop bath on the desk in front of you. it took 2 minutes of puzzled looks before you pulled out your phone to find a video tutorial.
âhey jon-â nancy barged into the room, ignoring the do not enter light on the door. âoh, itâs you.â
âsorry to disappoint.â you murmured, anxiously biting at your thumbnail while the other hand replayed the video.
nancy walked across the room until she was staring over your shoulder, watching your phone screen. your breath froze when you felt her chin brush your shoulder.
âi donât get why we still have this room, usually i come by and bother jonathan when iâm bored.â
âiâve noticed.â you say, knowing full well everytime nancy would wander in here and leave you fending for yourself in the main bullpen.
âyouâve noticed?" she says with a smirk, rounding the desk to lean her elbows on the opposite side.
âdonât get a big head thinking iâm watching you, nancy drew, i just donât have much else to notice.â hopefully the teasing nickname tom had given her added to your insult and hid the fact that you have indeed been watch her.
she lets out a small breath, jaw dropped slightly. âwhatever, princess.â
âwhat - did you just call me princess?â your dropped jaw matches hers from a moment ago.
âmmhm.â she smirks, âbruce said you just sit at your desk and look pretty, like a princess. seems fitting, donât you think?â
it hurt that the men had called you that, but it hurt more that nancy deemed it fine to repeat it for you to hear. âno, no i donât! i only spend so much time sitting because theyâre misogynistic losers who donât want to give me anything else to do. and iâll have you know all that time i spend sitting iâm actively researching current events, while you -â you point a finger at her across the desk, âcome in here to flirt with byers, and yet, they still know your name instead of mine!â
nancy nods, amused as per usual. âthat feel good? let off some steam?â
âi - yes.â you very quickly lower your voice. her tone was so gentle it was almost⌠seductive?
âgreat, try that tone with them and maybe theyâll listen to you.â she grins, and it dawns on you that as much as youâre rivals here, nancy still wants you to succeed. she recognises that the men outside dominate this office, but sheâs got them - and you - wrapped around her finger.
your eyebrows furrow, but you feel you shoulders relax from their tensed position. âdid bruce really call me a princess?â
âyep, and it got the laugh he was looking for.â
of course it did. âgreat. thatâs just great.â you drop your phone on to the bench top, and your head follows quickly behind it. the polished wood is tough against your forehead, but the mild pain seems fitting for this equally embarrassing and angry moment.Â
nancy laughs and its like you can hear her words replaying in your head. bruce said you just sit at your desk and look pretty, like a princess. seems fitting, donât you think?Â
suddenly you head flies up again, immediately finding her confused eyes as she jumps at your quick movement. âyou think iâm pretty?â
she blinks. âwhat?â
âyou said bruce says i just sit at my desk and look pretty, then that it seems fitting? soâŚâ you unfold your hands, shrugging slightly, âyou agree?â
nancyâs tongue runs over her teeth behind her pursed lips. she didnât think youâd pick up on that, considering sheâd hardly registered the implications as the words spilled out of her. âdo you want me to think youâre pretty?â
any upperhand you held is now returned back to nancy. she leans over the old desk, hands crossed in front of where yours now rest. your gaze drops for no more than a second, noticing how her pinky fingers extends to brush your knuckles. when you look back up, her face is close enough to yours that you can feel her breath fan your lips. sheâs looking at you, eyes wide, awaiting an answer. youâre too nervous to say anything, breath hitching when her eyes flick down to your lips.Â
when she finally meets your eye again, youâre still at a loss for words. the air feels heavy. hot. nancy inches forward, even closer, as if thatâll help the situation.
âwell?â she whispers, voice low and sultry.
âfuck.â is the most you can stutter before youâre pulling away to run away. just like you did at the gym. itâs not until youâre back at the safety of your desk that you finally stop, a hand clutching your chest as you struggle with all these feelings threatening to bubble over. part of you is nervous, scared at the effect nancy has on you. on the other hand, youâre conflicted. this wasnât just some typical anxiety youâre used to with a confronting or stressful experience. if you had have stayed in that room with nancy for another moment, youâre quite sure you she wouldâve kissed you - and you wouldâve let her.
workplace relationships are risky enough, but a queer relationship? and your first queer relationship, at that? this felt like too much.
âyou forgot this.â
nancy appears out of nowhere, having successfully snuck up on you once again. you hope she hadnât noticed your minor panic attack. when you notice sheâs standing at your side, holding your phone out at you, you quickly take it from her.
âthanks.â
she just nods.
âlisten, i donât know what that was but -â
âwhere do you live?â nancy puts a stop to your rambling.
â27 baytree street.â the words escape you before you even question why she wants your address.
âso, if i came to 27 baytree street tonight, say 9 oâclockâŚâ
you nod nervously, clutching your phone at your chest like it can protect you. âi might be there.â
nancy smirks at you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. âi might knock.â and then, unaffected, she turns on her heels and walks away.
â
it was 7:32. plenty of time to run away. or lock your doors. or call you parents and beg them to come home.
of course the one time you have someone coming to your place, they decide to go out on a date night. now youâre home alone, pacing, waiting to see if nancy will actually appear at your house.
youâd already changed outfits and hair styles twice. the messy bun seemed performative, so youâd raked a hand through your hair and let it drape down your shoulders. initially youâd worn a hoodie but it became far too warm, so you opted for a form fitting tank top with some sweatpants that hung low on your hips.
time ticked on. you didnât run away. or lock your doors. and you sure as hell hoped your parents wouldnât be home anytime soon.
9.01.
knock! knock! knock!
âfuck my life.â you whispered, sprinting to the door to open it.
there nancy stood, gorgeous as ever. she looked a little more put together, casual jeans paired with a zip up hoodie. she didnât wait for you to speak before pushing into your space. you closed the door behind her as she circled you entry way. your hand rested on the door handle, watching her turn back to you.
âwhy do you look so nervous?â she said, almost giggling.
âiâm not⌠nervous. i just think we should talk.â you spoke softly, brain working slower than usual as nancy came closer to you. âdo you wanna talkâŚâ
ânot really.â she knew you could talk for hours. right now she wanted you, the talking could come after you had. nancyâs body is flush with yours, a gentle hand on your waist as she guides you back against the door.
ât-this is such a bad idea.â you whisper, eyes desperate as the map out the details of her face.
âwhat is?â
nancy brings her other hand up to your cheek. she cradles your face for a moment, staying still as she silently asks for permission. when your lips part instinctively, she takes that as a yes, kissing you once. then twice. then the hand on your waist trails up your side to slip into your hair, and youâre done for. you need her, need to explore her, and everything that comes with it.
still kissing her, you carefully unzip her jacket, peeling it off her shoulders to unveil the lacey bralette she was wearing beneath it. feeling her bare skin already, you pull away from her lips to look down at her body. nancy revels under your stare, needing to undress you as youâve done to her.
âwhereâs your- ah!â for once you manage to shut her up, leaning down to bite the collarbone that had been teasing you all week. âyour bedroom?â
you hum against her skin, pushing her down the hallway to your room while trying to stay attached to her. meanwhile, nancy is fumbling with the straps of your tank top, doing her best to work the piece of clothing off of you. when you enter your bedroom, you finish the job for her, stripping off your shirt as she bites her lip at the site. sheâs quick to pull you in for another kiss. her fingers trace over your tits, slow caresses as she kisses you deeper. your whole body jerks at the feeling, and it makes her pull away.Â
nancy stays close, hands resting a little lower on your torso as she admires the goosebumps appearing on your skin. âitâs your first time with a girl?â her phrasing seems like a question, but her tone sounds all knowing.
you nod, shy again. âand you?â
she presses a small kiss into your lips, unable to stay away for too long. âuh - no.â
despite her confidence, you still had only ever seen nancy with guys, as she wouldâve seen you as well. plenty of boyfriends over the years at school. the thought of her with another girl was exciting. âreally? who?â
her eyes roll playfully, hands exploring more over your torso while she talks. âmy best friend, junior year. we were drunk⌠lonely⌠âs nothing serious, sheâs moved away now anyways, we were justâŚâ
when nancy trails off, too distracted with your bare chest, you finish the sentence for her, âcurious?â
she smiles and nods. âyeah, curious⌠and you make me curious.â nancy leans in, hovering on your lips just to tease you, âdo i make you curious?â
no shit she does. âobviously.â
âdâyou like me touching you here? so pretty, getting goosebumps just from my fingers?â nancy continues teasing, biting your ear as she whispers and lets her hands resume playing with your tits.
âthose words just roll off your tongue.â youâre nervous again, but more excited.
âyes?â she asks, desperate for an answer.
you place a hand in her hair and tug slightly so she moves off your ear to come face to face with you. âyes.â
âwanna get on the bed and iâll maybe do more than just play with your tits?â
âmaybe?!â you ask, dumbfounded, playfully shoving her backwards into your sheets.
she smiles at your newfound confidence. nancy stares up at you as she seductively removes her bra. your breath hitches. then she shoves off her shoes and bottoms, moving backwards to lay completely bare on your bed. what a sight for sore eyes.
âhey this is not fair, i want to see you⌠see more.â
despite standing shirtless above her, youâre a little cautious to keep undressing. âyou saw more at the gym.â
âyes, very cute tight shorts, princess, but itâs not the same.â
trying to match her seductive strip tease, you loosen the drawstring on your already baggy sweats, and they immediately fall to the ground. youâd chose a tiny pair of pink panties, and take your time slipping them down your legs. nancy enjoys every second of it, her breaths shortening.
âhappy?â you tease, letting one hand skim across your stomach.
âcome here.â
nancy grabs at your wrists to pull you on top of her, then quickly flips you around so she hovers on top of your body. her arms brace either side of your head as she kisses down your neck. your back is already arching off the sheets, and your hands wrap around her to sit lightly on nancyâs back.
sheâs holding all the power, as per usual. youâre already writhing and shaking from her small touches. when sheâs distracted, kissing and biting down your neck, you flip her on her back until youâre straddling her stomach. she flashes you a confused expression.
âwhatâre you -â
âshh.â you put a delicate finger over her lips, âyou said you didnât wanna talk.â
impressed, she lets you take control.
nancy may keep a poker-face-stare, but from the way her body is reacting, you know youâre doing something right. she threads a hand in your hair as you kiss down her torso, taut stomach flexing with every touch of your lips. cautiously, you settle down between her thighs, and spread them far enough to reveal her glistening cunt. a familiar heat fills your stomach at the sight.
before she can make some snide remark, you run your tongue from top to bottom in one flat stroke.
âoh fuck.â nancy shivers, and her grip on your hair tightens encouragingly.
you repeat your action, running your tongue slowly, teasingly through her folds. it feels foreign, a new experience for you, but it feels right. nancy tastes so good.
âthatâs itâŚâ she coos, breaths shallow, âdoing so good for me, baby.â
her words spur you on. your pace quickens, tongue lapping up everything she has to give. when nancyâs hips start rising, chasing the pressure of your tongue, you quit teasing and press kisses directly on to her clit. then you suck, looking up at her as you do so. her head is thrown back in pleasure. you slide your hands up her thighs, fingers digging in to her hips to help nancy grind against your face.
âmmph - yeah, right there.â is the most she can let out as her orgasm creeps up on her.
by now youâre moving your hips against your sheets, desperate for some sort of relief as nancy is cumming on your face. she keeps watching as you do so, once again licking her all over to savour the sweetness leaking out of her. eventually her movements slow, and her hands in your hair tug you up to lay beside her again.
she reaches a careful thumb to wipe your lips, currently swollen and parted as you stare at her.
âwas that⌠good?â you ask, not sure you want an answer.
nancy leans back in to your pillows, head tilted up at the ceiling as she catches her breath. but she smiles. âyes, not terrible for your first time.â
âoh fuck you!â you spit, blushing at her backhanded compliment.
âmm, i know you want to.â she rolls back on to her side, hand caressing your waist, âwant me to show you how its done?â
as much as you donât want her to one up you again, your clit is throbbing just from her words. you nod, pulling her in for a kiss. nancyâs tongue slips in to your mouth quickly, relishing the taste of her on you. she moves expertly down your body, hands lingering to roll your nipples between her fingers, and you feel her smirk against your stomach when your back arches into her.
nancy dives between your thighs with no warning, no wary kitten licks like you had given her. those long fingers part your folds, giving her easier access to taste every inch of your dripping pussy.Â
ânancy, fuck.â you moan so loud it shocks both of you.
she hums in content, not moving her lips off you, and the vibration runs through your core. when her lips attach to your clit youâre positive youâre seeing stars, embarrassingly close to finishing already. then two fingers tease your leaking hole, and your eyes fly open to see her looking up at you.
âdo you like this?â she asks, lips moving slowly against your clit as her while her fingers stay still at your entrance.
you just nod profusely, and she smirks before resuming her movements. as her lips wrap around your clit in perfect suction, those fingers slip inside of you with ease. you clench at the penetration, the heat in your stomach starting to tighten.
âso tight around my fingers, baby,â nancy teases, eyes still stuck on you as she laps at your clit, âyou gonna cum on my fingers like this?â
âoh my - fuck -â youâre whining uncontrollably through your orgasm when her fingers curls deep inside you. âyeah iâm gonna - nnngh shit, nance!âÂ
âi know, baby, i know.âÂ
if nancy realises how much that diminishing yet soothing tone has an affect on you, itâs gonna be hard to act normally around the office.
she eases her fingers out of you and seductively sucks them clean, maintaining eye contact as she moves to lay beside you. if you werenât so drunk on the feeling of her, youâd roll your eyes.
âohmygod i didnât think thatâŚâ
âwhat? that youâd cum so quickly?â nancy chuckles.
âfuck off.â you whisper, embarrassed a little but too blissful to care.
nancy lolls her head to the side, wanting to kiss you, but decides against it when youâre staring longingly at the ceiling. she sighs. âgod, i want a cigarette.â
âi canât believe you smoke those things.â you laugh lightly, turning your head to smile at her but sheâs already standing to get dressed. âoh.. youâre not gonna tell anyone about this.. are you?â
she leans down to pick up her jeans, giving you a perfect view of her ass.Â
âme?â nancy tilts her head in confusion as she so rudely covers up her perfect body, âyes, princess, iâd love to brag about this to all those guys at the office.â
âdonât call me that.â you whine, not at all bothered by the nickname as long as sheâs the one using it.
the mattress sinks as she sits to slide on her shoes, then she looks back to you as she pulls her bra back on. nancy swears she sees a pout, not sure if youâre disappointed in losing the view of her tits or at her teasing. âiâm not gonna tell anyone.â
you nod, believing her honesty.Â
âiâve, uh, got an early first period tomorrow.â she shrugs on her jacket, not bothering to zip it up, âiâll see you later.â
âyeah, ok. see ya.â
it takes all of your strength to not ask her for one more kiss. this was casual. just a hookup.
yet once she was out the front door, and you heard her car pull out the driveway, you squealed. âholy shit.â
â
âso⌠whatâs been happening with you lately?â
your whole body freezes mid-bite. the breakfast table falls silent, your parents both offering you a gentle smile.
âoh.. um..â subtly, you adjust the collar of your hoodie to hide the small bruise in the crook of your neck. youâre sure nancy left it there just to haunt you. ânot much. classes have been easy, its left me with more time to focus on the internship.â
âthatâs good!â claps your dad.
âvery good,â adds your mom, âas long as you donât let that wheeler girl get in the way.âÂ
the iced coffee nearly flies out your mouth. âum - aha - what do you mean.. by that?â
âwell sheâs very dominating at the newspaper, iâd hate for her cockiness to interfere with opportunities for you!â
âright, o-of course.â
âyou know, i heard her mother bragging to some lady at the grocery store, saying how talented her daughter is, and that sheâll be valedictorian before getting accepted into some ivy league. i mean seriously, have some nerve.â
as always, your dad stays silent, not interrupting her tangent.
âitâll be fine, mom.â
âno seriously, fuck her!â
you almost spit out your coffee for the second time this morning.
â
meanwhile, in the back of a classroom, nancy has been ignoring her first period teacher to scroll through her phone. sheâs already finished this assignment weeks ago, using her time to tut at your instagram pictures. over the weekend youâd attended some corporate function with your father, posing in front of a fancy hotel mirror to show off your flawless dress and effortlessly styled hair.
nancy mutters your name with a new found envy. adoration laced with annoyance. âhow does it feel to be so perfectâŚâ
â
on sunday morning, all the interns are running around the office to ensure the morning paper - both physical and digital - gets published smoothly.
bruce is yelling at jonathan, tom is throwing orders at his son.
in the furthest, quietest corner, nancy and you sit opposite each other, pretending the edits youâre making will ever see the light of day. nancy listens to the tip tap of your pointed nails on the keyboard. sheâs turning in her chair, bored of this office.
âyou have fun last night?â
your eyes widen at the sound of her voice, looking over the screen of your laptop to confirm sheâs talking to you. âw-what?â
âsaturday night⌠go out⌠drink and party? yâknow, fun.â nancy knew you went out. sheâd seen the blurry selfies one of your friends had posted, but would never admit she was looking for you.
âoh, uh yeah - i mean, i went out, but i didnât get drunk.â just as much as you resented her cigarettes, you really didnât feel obligated to drink on a night out.
nancy blows a raspberry at you. âboring.â
âright. you?â
âsteve had some of us round for drinks, so, that was good.â she shrugs.
âoh i bet listening to tommy h telling carol to quit her whining wouldâve been a super fun night.â the comment escapes you before you could stop it.Â
nancy so rarely heard you acknowledge her friends, let alone make fun of them. she found your tone hilarious, raising her eyebrows in an impressed expression. âtotally. but iâll probably just stay in tonight⌠nothing too crazy.â she watches you nod as she stands from her desk, then how you freeze up as she leans over you, â1224 maple street.â
âi-â but sheâs already walking away. was that an invitation? did she want you at her place? the thoughts consume you as you type pointlessly for the rest of the day.
â
when you decide it probably was an invitation from nancy, you drive over to her house around 9pm. however, as you pull into the driveway, you notice a young looking boy sneaking around the back of the house. the garage lights flicker on as he walks by, revealing a bowl cut. unmistakeably: will byers. the younger brother of jonathan byers, who could likely appear at any minute.
âshit.â you whisper, rushing out the car and down the front lawn to knock hurriedly but softly on the front door. thankfully, nancy hears you, and instantly comes down stairs. when she opens the door, you donât even let her say anything before you grab her hand and pull her upstairs to what you hope is her bedroom.
âis someone chasing you?â she hisses, closing her bedroom door behind her as you duck inside.
âjonathans little brother was out there!â
she blinks at you. âyeah, and? heâs in the basement playing board games with my dickhead brother and their stupid friends.â
âwhat if jonathan comes by to pick him up? and he sees me waiting outside for you like an idiot.â
it takes nancy a moment to understand your concern. shy little you didnât want to be revealed as the hawkins sapphic. hilarious. âyouâre cute.â
the fact sheâs always so calm and casual infuriates you. and turns you on. âfuck.â
youâre on her in a second, kissing her harshly, firmly, exactly how youâve wanted to every time youâve seen her since that night at your place. she welcomes it, hands sliding up and down your body, desperate to pull you closer.
âmm - bed.â she hums between kisses, but youâre too consumed kissing her to bother moving. nancy attaches her lips down your chest until your head drops back in pleasure. then, when youâre distracted, she easily guides you across her neatly kept room until youâre laying flat on her mattress.
impressively fast, nancy rids herself of her clothes, then rips off your skirt as you lift off your sweater. sheâs back on you, straddling your stomach as she kisses you again. deep. slowly. you can feel her wetness against your skin, and it makes you squirm. she smirks, moving back down the bed so she can have her head between your thighs.
âfuck, nancy.â
sheâs licking up all your juices with a determined pace. the squelching of her tongue on your pussy fills the room. you close your eyes, not wanting to finish so fast like last time. then her fingers replace her tongue, and you hear nancyâs bedside draw open beside you. when your eyes open youâre shocked to see what sheâs reaching for. in her hand, nancy holds a thick, pink strap, and almost laughs at the sight of your gaping mouth staring at it.
her fingers slow, teasing your clit as she speaks. âhave you everâŚâ your head shakes. âdo you want to?â despite her smug attitude, nancy isnât gonna rush you into anything youâre not comfortable with. and right now, the way worry overcomes your face, she fears shes moved too fast. âyouâre scared.â
âiâm not scared.â you snap.
âno itâs ok -â nancy assures, but youâre already interrupting her.
âi said iâm not scared.âÂ
hoping to ease your mind, nancy easily slips two fingers into you. it catches you off guard, sucking in a breath as nancy starts loosening the harness. âyou ever think about it?â
âjesus christ.â you hiss, mind running wild at the thought of her removing her fingers to fuck you with a plastic cock instead.
âwhat? does a girl fucking you with her strap make you gay?â nancyâs dirty talk is borderline cruel, yet you wouldnât want it any other way. âbecause you know what else makes you gay is eating my puss-â
ânancy, for fuck sake.â youâre still panting slightly as her fingers slowly thrust into you. âiâm trying to say something. iâve been withâŚâ
âwith who?âÂ
âfuck, guys. iâve had sex with guys.â
she smirks. âoh yeah? was he big?â
âthats it, iâm leaving.â you couldnât move even if you wanted to, her pace was perfect and you could sense your legs starting to tremble beneath her own as she stayed sitting up on her knees, looking down on you.
ânooo, princess, i want to fuck you.â nancy whines, leaning down to kiss you more as she does so.
you hold her face close to yours, kissing her back between sentences. ânot here. not while thereâs a bunch of kids right below us, o-or when jonathan could appear outside.â
âheâs cute, we should let him join.â nancy jokes, but you look baffled at the thought. âno⌠you wouldnât like that, would you?â
you moan as her fingers curl, then ease out of you to tease your clit. it shuts you up before you can protest at her ridiculous suggestion.
âits ok.â she kisses your neck soothingly, ânext time.â
ânext time?â you ask, confused, threading a hand into her hair to pull nancyâs head back to your own.
âyeah, doesnât you dadâs company have that conference in a few weeks? youâll have a free house.â
âyou just happen to know all of my familyâs business ventures?â you giggle, titling your head to the side in amusement.
âno!â nancy states, swallowing those giggles with a kiss, âtheyâre kind of a big deal in hawkins, and it happens the same time every year. iâm observant, not a stalker.â
as fun as it sounds, you, nancy, a house to yourself for a few days, youâre wary about making this entanglement a regular thing. you stop giggling, eyebrows furrowed as you weigh out your options here. how long can you keep a casual relationship hidden, all whilst not becoming attached?Â
âhey⌠hey, whereâd you go?â nancy holds her hands on your face gently, concerned at how quickly youâd zoned out. âitâs just a plan to fuck, baby.â
when she whispers those soothing words, youâre pulled back down to earth. you nod, then let her kiss you senseless before she fucks you with her fingers again.
an hour or so later, nancy lays comfortably on her pillows, watching as you nervously fiddle with your sleeves at the end of the bed. sheâs admiring another hickey sheâs left on your skin, low beneath the neckline of your stretched old sweater. only you and her would see it.
âlisten, i know we talked about next time, but⌠um -â
â- ohmygod, princess, you can be so boring.â nancy teases, sliding down the mattress to sit on the edge beside you. âgive me your phone.â
âwhat, why?â you ask, puzzled as ever.
she snatches it from your lap, moving it to your face for a moment until the screen unlocks. you watch eagerly as she opens a new text message thread, typing in what you can only hope is her phone number, then starts writing a message to send.Â
it reads:
[ hey drew, canât wait to see you in two weeks!! xoxo ]
funny. drew. âlike nancy drew? really?â
âyouâre the one who didnât want anyone to know about this!â she protests, hitting send.
the words sting a little, but that is what youâd said. âok fine, whats my name going to be then?â
nancy smiles, reaching back in the sheets for her own phone which has buzzed from the notification. she opens the message, creating a new contact. she doesnât even bother with a name, nancy just smiles as she types in an emoji. âwhat else?â
you look down at the message thread on her phone.
[ đ ]
âhilarious.â
âi know right.â
â
a few months later, and nancy still hadnât had a chance to fuck you yet.
the week of the conference which wouldâve offered a free house, it ended up snowing, and therefor your parents had stayed home instead. sheâd received a text from you:
[ next time, i guess ]
but hadnât bothered replying. she didnât want to seem eager, or get her hopes up at the thought of you. it was probably better to keep her distance. after all, it wasnât like she was desperate for sex. every now and then her and steve would hook up. it was purely convenient, a long friendship meant mutual understanding, the sex just made sense. him and nancy still remained friends, as much as it might appear otherwise to certain people. and to you. nancy never missed the way you shoulders tensed when steve came by the office, or when youâd pass them by in the halls at school.
you just figured nancy had moved on. forgotten about you. at work youâd share glances, sometimes a brush of hands, then the next moment nancy would be hiding in the dark room with jonathan or leaving early and get into steves car outside.
whatever. youâd be fine without her. better, actually.
it wasnât until the hawkins post held a small, charity event with the community that you even had a chance to face nancy alone again. the interns were only invited to work the event, keeping tomâs hand full with a drink, or subtly promoting upcoming articles through casual small talk.
nonetheless, youâd dressed up in some dress pants and heels, a tight fitting button up hugging your chest, and had hoped to enjoy the night with your fellow interns. especially nancy. yet you hadnât seen her all evening, leaving you and jonathan to tend to the sharks yourself.
it was hellish.
after what felt like hours, youâd caught the elevator downstairs to catch a breath of fresh air outside. the room with a hundred people felt suffocating. then, low and behold, you rounded the back of the building to find nancy smoking a cigarette against the wall. just like she had the first day you introduced yourself.
you snuck up beside her, matching her stance against the bricks. ânice to see youâre actually here.â
her face lights up for a moment at the sound of your voice. âis the party done then?â
âalmost, no thanks to you.â you tried to kick a stone at your feet, nearly losing your balance. maybe youâd had a few too many glasses of champagne.
nancy chuckled as you stabled yourself. âyouâre drunk.â
âiâm not!â your lips turn in a pout.
âgood for you.â she whispers, taking a deep inhale until the smoke flows out around her.
you hate how much you like the smell. maybe you are drunk, but you feel like a fight. nancy couldnât just show up when it suited her and expect you to do all the work.Â
âso, youâve just been sulking down here while iâve had to deal with those people upstairs?â
nancy drops her cigarette, crushing out the flame with her boot. sheâs wearing pants similar to yours, but paired with a slouchy longsleeve. somehow youâre sure her casual attire wouldâve still been well received.
âyup.â she states.
âthe audacity, nancy. i mean, seriously! they all adore you, and actually care about your writing, yet iâm the one at their beck and call while you get to just show up when you feel like it! how is that fair?â your voice is raised, slurring slightly.
âbullshit.â she whispers, rolling her eyes as she does so.
âhuh? what was that?â now youâre just being obnoxious.
âi said bullshit! not everything gets to be as you want it! this industry sucks, may as well get used to it now.â
oh.
nancy keeps talking. âif i went up there, they wouldâve just paraded me around like some trophy they won. i really couldnât be bothered dealing with that all night.â
âand you think i could? yâknow, for once, once, it wouldâve been nice to have you actually by my side, working as a team. i thought maybe we wereâŚâ your voice trails off, not sure if you wanted to admit youâd hoped to spend some time with her. or that youâd hope sheâd want that too. ânevermind. iâll see you around.â
when you turn to leave, nancyâs hand grasps your wrist, turning you back to face her. sheâs frowning, looking at you like she wasnât sure what to say.Â
âwhat?â you utter, tired of this back and forth.
she takes a step closer, a hand on each wrist now as she walks you back against the wall. your eyes drop to her lips, then back at her eyes, but sheâs already leaning in for a gut wrenching kiss. nancy kisses you with anger, almost apologetically. you whimper, tangling your hands in her hair as she holds you steady.
who wouldâve thought a few weeks apart could grow so much tension.
around the corner, you hear voices exiting the building. it suddenly dawns on you exactly where you are, and who could walk by at any moment. savouring the kiss a little longer, you step off the wall to swap positions, slamming nancy backwards a little harshly. when her back hits the bricks, she lets out a small gasp, but seems all too pleased to be thrown around.
âare you fucking crazy? weâre barely out of sight from the entire office right now!â
nancy laughs, âno one is looking.â
âyou donât know that.â you hiss, pressing an accusing finger gently into her chest.
she tries to pull you back into her, but you stop her, just shaking your head as you walk in the direction of your car.
âiâll see you next week, then!â she softly calls out, to no response.
if you hear the echo of your name down the alleyway, you choose to ignore it, no matter how tempting.
â
[ still mad about the other night? ]
you stare at nancyâs text, taken aback. firstly at the fact sheâs texting you out of the blue, and secondly that she cares enough to ask.
[ im not mad about anything ]
she responds instantly.
[ ;) ]
â
nancy watched you cautiously across the room, steveâs house entirely overcrowded. the halloween party bustling with poorly dressed teenagers.
[ whats a girl to do all alone on the spookiest night of the year? ]
she smirks as she types, watching from afar as you look down at your phone. you try to spot her, but fail, deciding to resume dancing with your friends. nancyâs smile falter for only a moment, hiding the disappointment behind her drink.
â
[ want to come tonight? ]
your phone vibrated on your nightstand as you got ready for a saturday running errands. itâd been a busy week, end of term tests and all, so you were eager for a day to yourself. nancyâs text puzzled you, there were no major event she could be inviting you to tonight, nor was there anything of importance that required you at work.
[ did you mean to text me? ]
she answers immediately.
[ yes. ]
you blink at the screen, trying to compute it.
[ whatâs happening tonight then? ]
from her own bedroom, nancy is smirking at your cluelessness
[ you tell me. ]
hopefully that helps you.
[ huh
nancy that text makes no sense ]
[ oh yes it does
read it again ]
your thumb swipes down the screen, and when the first message appears you have to reread it a couple times before you understand. annoyed at the butterflies that fill your stomach, you throw your phone on to your bed as you ignore her implications, and get ready for the rest of the day. alone.Â
â
the hawkins high class sends a few of the top performing senior students into indianapolis each semester to accept some awards on the schools behalf. nancy made the cut. you didnât.
[ the city is fun, how come ur not here? ]
her audacity down right angers you, yet youâre sure a night alone in a hotel with her wouldâve been exciting.
[ fuck u âdrewâ ]
nancy loves the thought of her on your mind, even when sheâs miles away. you've already sent her another message before she can send back a snide comment.
[ iâll see u there next year ]
next year wasn't soon enough.
[ promise? ]
â
the next time nancy texts you is not a great time. youâre spending the weekend at your friend robinâs place, enjoying a night where youâre both free from work or assignments. somehow, when you hear a notification on your phone, you know its her.
[ 286 loch nora drive ]
an address... that isn't hers?
[ whats that? ]
somewhere, nancy is plotting your demise.
[ a place where u can get what u want ]
typical of her.
[ oh yeah?
what do i want then ]
you look up at robin whoâs too preoccupied by the movie playing to bother asking who youâre talking to. it takes a moment until you get a response, but when you do, its a picture. confused, you tap on it, then promptly slam your into your chest. nancy had sent you an effortlessly taken selfie of her, lazing by what you can assume is steveâs pool, capturing her perfect figure in a very small bikini.
robin jumps at your sudden movement, not saying anything, just raising an eyebrow. you shake your head, hoping she doesnât prod, and thankfully, her gaze returns to the tv.
turning your brightness down, you admire nancyâs curves, still wet from the pool. she looks like a greek goddess lounging on the old sunbed. you let yourself stare at the picture before turning off your phone for the night, then settling into robinâs side.
â
[ im gonna publish 4 articles this week ]
[ why only 4 ] - you'd asked stupidly.
[ one for each time i can make you finish ]
â
[ if the tigers win this weeks game, i get
to fuck u over winter break. deal? ]
this one makes you laugh, she doesnât even go to the games let alone care about the sport. you humour her anyway.
[ and what do i get if they lose? ]
[ same thing ]
â
christmas comes and goes, and you enter the second semester of your senior year with an excited energy. halfway there to college, to freedom. when you walk into second period, slipping on to a desk beside robin, your phone buzzes in your pocket. robin leans in close to you as you open your phone, hiding the screen from her.
âhey what are the odds she asks if we did the readings over the break, huh?â
âprobably high, but iâm guessing you didnât do them did you?â you giggle.
ânot even a page.â
she starts rummaging through her backpack, letting you discreetly open nancyâs text.
[ how many times can u cum in an hour ]
for fucks sake, did she have to do this now? sighing, you ponder your answer for a moment.
[ idk, maybe a few times ]
nancy rolls her eyes at your text, boring as per usual.
[ u suck at sexting ]
[ its too early for this, nancy ]
[ where can i see u tonight? ]
she really doesn't give up.
[ nowhere, im busy ]
[ not too busy for me, i hope ]
[ fuck off ]
unbeknownst to you, nancy is lurking out in the hallway, leaning against her locker as steve watches her typing eagerly.
âdamn, nance, whoever youâve been texting lately straight up has you blushing.â he mocks, nudging her shoulder.
nancy nudges him back, hiding her screen from his nosey eyes. âuh - no. i donât blush, never have, never will.â
he just laughs at her, walking away to find his class, prompting nancy to go find hers. just to tease you further, she sends one last text before entering the same classroom youâre sitting in right now.
[ are u as wet as i am right now? ]
she opens the door just in time to see you place your phone down hurriedly against the desk. you spot her immediately, jaw slack, eyes wide with both horror and arousal. nancy acts like nothing happened, deciding to sit directly in front of you without saying a word.
this class was going to be torture.
â
finally giving in, you text nancy to come over that night. itâd been months since you two had actually done anything, and since then your parents had installed a doorbell camera on the front door. luckily tonight since they were at a dinner party, you were able to sneak nancy in through the back, which unluckily for her meant walking through a dark backyard with no real sense of direction.
[ here? ]Â
you open the door, peeking your head out to see her waiting desperately for a sign of you.
âare you trying to have me murdered?â she asks, gesturing to the darkness swallowing everything around her.
âmaybe, if you donât get inside.â
she doesnât wait to find out, eagerly slipping past you before being calmly slammed against the sliding door.
âwhat makes you think its okay to sext me at ten in the morning?â
nancy smirks. âyou were wet, werenât you? for how long, all class?â
âi fucking wasnât.â you roll your eyes, walking in the direction of your bedroom and hoping sheâll follow.
âaw, you missed me.â nancy coos, moving quick behind you.Â
when you walk into your room, you try to hide the fact itâs been tidied spotless. thereâs no piles of clothes, no make up scattered everywhere, and your bed has been made with all the extra pillows you usually keep in the closet. waiting for nancy was a daunting afternoon, so you tried to keep yourself busy.
âyour room looks different.â
surprised she even remembers, you deflect, âi changed some things. so what?â
she steps around you, head craning to admire the decor, then turning back to you.
âvery pretty.â she says with a smile.
âyouâre so annoying.â
âi think you like it.â
duh. âi can smell the cigarettes from here.â
âugh, i had one!â
âyou shouldnât be smoking.â
âand you shouldnât be talking.â nancy bites her lip. âcome here.â
âno you come here.â
âno, you come here.â
âno you-â
the back and forth gets interrupted as you both surrender, stepping forward to meet in the middle with a needy, long overdue kiss. her hands are everywhere. they move through your hair, over your tits, down your waist, then tug you down on to the bed. you moan as she slips her tongue past your lips, revelling in the taste of you for the first time since last year. youâre already shimmying out of your pants, letting nancy remove your shirt. oh how she could kiss down every inch of skin so youâre a writhing, moaning, mess, denying you orgasm after orgasm until youâre begging her for sweet relief.
but nancyâs had enough with the teasing, and as advertised, she really wants to fuck you. now.
âdo you still want toâŚâ she fiddles almost nervously with the hair at the nape of your neck as she settles on top of your now naked body.
âyeah, i still want to.â you utter gently, bringing your hands to her face, pulling her down for a few small kisses.
nancy smiles, leaning back on her knees to peel off her shirt, then loose pants. you gasp as she reveals her strap hidden under the clothing, it sits flush against her crotch, so perfectly tempting. she reaches forward to kiss you again, a hand slipping between you to run through your folds and open you up for her.Â
not realising how touch deprived youâve been these last few months, a loud whimper escapes you. nancy adores it, letting her thumb rub circles on your clit as two fingers slip inside your drenched hole. she scissors her fingers slightly, hoping to prepare you for the sheer size of her in a moment.
âohhhh iâve missed this.â you slur, already overcome with lust.
nancy plans to use that comment against you later, but for now she just kisses you senseless while her fingers work you open. âmissed you too, baby.â she whispers against your lips.
when she decides youâre ready, nancy removes her fingers and places the cock on your pussy. she rubs it back and forth, letting your wetness cover the silicone.
âiâŚâ
âdonât worry, itâll fit.â she says smugly.
while you trust her, its still bigger than any guyâs youâve slept with in the past. she moves the tip down to your entrance, pausing a moment as you take in a deep breath.Â
âtell me if it hurts.â nancy says warningly, pushing into you slowly.Â
inch by inch, you feel the stretch burn a little. then a lot. you wince, and she stops instantly. her eyes are filled with concern, desperate to not hurt you.
âits okay, donât stop.â you pant, extending a hand to her waist in an attempt to bring her closer.
âso needy for me.âÂ
then she bottoms out, and you almost scream as she brushes your cervix.
âfuck nancy!â
your hands grip on to her shoulders, stilling her. she lets you adjust for a moment, then when you nod, she rolls her hips back into you. one slow thrust. then another. youâre lucky she canât feel how tight youâre clenching her. nancy starts fucking you deep into the mattress, hips snapping, the sounds of skin on skin surrounding you.
âohmygodddd.â
âits okay?â she asks, eyes watching every reaction from you, âyeah, youâre okay, baby.â
as fun as this position is, nancy knows she can fuck you deeper. she leans in for one last kiss, then moves her hands to your waist to ease out of you.
âno - whatâre you doing?â
âso needy.â she teases, helping flip you over on to all fours. âtrust me, baby.â
as quick as she left, nancy slides back into your pussy from behind, watching as your back arches deeper the further she goes. one hand stays on your hip, helping you bounce back on her, while the other extends down you back soothingly.
âyou look so pretty like this, all cockdrunk and desperate for me.â
âp-please.â not sure what youâre pleading for, you turn your head to watch as she keeps thrusting.
when your eyes meet hers, nancy almost cums untouched. the way you stare at her through hooded eyes, jaw slack, face overcome with desire, sheâs never seen you look better.
âoh fuck, youâre gonna kill me.â she mutters, hips snapping harder against your ass.
nancyâs words push you closer to the edge, and the sound of her pounding in to you almost has you finished right then and there. every thrust is perfect, hitting you hard and deep - deeper than any man has. unfortunately you can only hold on for so long, the heat in you rising as your trembling hands struggle keep you upright. ever so observant, nancy notices.
âthats it, princess, let go. iâve got you.â she means it literally, snaking a hand beneath your abdomen to gently rub your clit whilst holding you in position.
âs-so close⌠nancy iâm gonna -â your orgasm rips through you before you can finish the sentence. a tangent of moans escape you, wave after wave of pleasure continuing as nancy slows her thrusts. it hits you harder than ever before, your head dropping to the pillow in defeat. âjesus christ.â
ânot my name, but iâll take it.â nancy smirks, waiting until your body stills to pull out slowly. sheâs left waiting awhile, your chest rising rapidly while your legs shake. thankfully sheâs more than happy to enjoy you in such a state, knowing it was her who made you feel so good.
as soon as youâre left empty you whine, both in pain and disappointment. you all but crumble into the sheets, now covered in your sweat and slick. the whole room you spent all afternoon cleaning now reeks of sex.
nancy undoes her harness, tossing it to the side, then laying beside you.Â
âworth the wait?â she teases, a hand moving to brush loose hairs out of your eyes.
âdonât let it get to your head.â you warn, voice thick with lust.
she chuckles, admiring your flushed cheeks and parted lips. you suddenly feel shy, choosing to nuzzle into her neck for physical touch without watching her watch you.Â
ânow the beds all dirty.â you mumble, as if thatâs your biggest concern right now.
âsuch a princess.â nancy whispers, letting her fingers trace circles on the small of your back, not missing the goosebumps that appear as she does so. âyou kill me.â
âthat was so hot, i donât think you understand,â you rest an elbow on the pillow beside her head, able to look down at her without moving too far that sheâll stop caressing your back. âwas that, yâknow⌠good for you too?â
nancy nods, finding your concern for her adorable. sheâd gotten off just from watching you cum so hard, âyou were perfect.â she assures.
your heart melts a little.
when youâre ready, nancy cleans you up, running a damp washcloth over your thighs and still sensitive pussy. she smiles when your whole body jerks, and you tell her to shut up. then she reluctantly gets dressed, letting you walk her to the door as she laces her shoes.
despite her leaving so soon, she stayed longer than last time, and the whole thing starts to feel almost intimate. if you squint.
âquit staring.â nancy says, not having to look up at you to know youâre watching her every movement.
âsorryâŚâ
âno youâre not.â she finishes with her shoes, looking down at you on the kitchen island as she stands between your bare legs.
âno iâm not.â you smile knowingly.
nancy lingers for a minute, not quite wanting to leave just yet, âyou gonna keep staring or let me leave?â
âstill deciding.â you whisper.
the softness in your voice is practically begging nancy to stay, to fuck you senseless again, then fall asleep with her arms around you. she decides against it, option to lean in slowly for a delicate kiss. closed mouth, not clashing teeth or tongues, yet this kiss holds more passion and feeling than any other. your eyes flutter shut, not expecting such domesticity from her.Â
when she pulls back, all nancy says is âbye,â then sheâs sneaking out the backdoor.
you watch as she night takes her, too taken aback from her kiss to reciprocate her goodbye.
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authors note: eek first chapter is all yours lovelies. let it be known i have a loose grasp of the american school year, so ignore that. hope the text messages were comprehensible, and i really hope y'all love this. like and reblog to motivate me to finish writing another ten thousand words for the second chapter xoxo
note to self: never drink with steve and robin. youâre stumbling around the halls, laughing like a witch, singing like no oneâs watching and soon enough crying. the crying turned into begging and the begging turned into nancy leading you out the building and into her car. but how did you get here is the question
âdonât stay up too late okay?â
âyea yeaâ you nodded at nancy and waved your hand while she left the wsqk, leaving you alone with steve and robin, not the best choice but nancy had things to do and you refused to go with her. robin watched as nancyâs car drove away and once she was far from view she nodded to steve and he, out of nowhere as if he had magic, pulled out three bottles of liquor, âour options are wine, beer, anda bottle of vodka. choose your pickâ
âno thanks, i wonât be here longâ you sat down on the couch and robin jumped right after you, âoh come on! live a little! nancyâs not here to stop you, is she?â
âthis isnât about nancyâ robin rolled her eyes and looked over to steve who started to laugh a little, âiâm serious!â
âif youâre so serious then why wonât you drink?â steve handed you the vodka and you stared at it for a while feeling robinâs breath on your shoulder, âfine! but if she gets angry iâm blaming you twoâ
âand why would she get angry?â
âoh you donât know nancy like i doâ they both shrugged and immediately got to drinking, robin turned on some music and steve got comfortable on the couch. it didnât take long for you to get drunk, it just that you have different stages and robin and steve were about to see them all
drink one: spacey
âso then, i told her this really cool joke. something alone the linesâŚâ robin and steve laughed like this joke was the funniest thing ever and you laughed along, âwait what?â you stared at them with nothing in your eyes, no light. nothing
drink two: loud
âhey can i go home now!â your voice was louder than normal making robin jump as she was starting to doze off, âlike seriously!â steve had to cover his ears as you rambled on and on in such a loud manner
drink three: dancing
loud and dancing. the music in the wsqk was pounding in your ears and you couldnât help yourself, your dancing crazy and very spacious. robin was laying on the floor clapping along to your rhythm and steve was fumbling through the many vinyls finding a better song
drink four: pervert
you were sitting next to steve on the couch, a drink in his hand as he dozed off and your fingers in his hair, smelling his hair which he didnât notice but once he did he pushed you off the couch. soon enough you were staring at robin from the carpet floor, her demeanor clearly afraid of your staring
drink five: sad
âsheâs gonna kill meâ you were sitting down in a beanbag, knees to your chest and tears in your eyes, âi promised her i wouldnât drink anymoreâŚwhat if she breaks up with me!â more tears were rolling down your face that robin had to pull you into a hug but nothing seemed to work
drink six: begging
âcall her! i need her! now! please call her!â steve and robin were running around the wsqk, cursing to themselves as they were looking for the phone that should have been stationed on the wall, âplease steve! please robin! please!â they couldnât even find the goddamn walkie talkie
drink seven: clingy
âsteve! get her off of me!â but no matter how much they tried, you wouldn't let go, âfuck, when is she coming!â
finally, nancy arrived and surveyed the scene in front of her. you on the floor gripping onto robinâs legs and steve trying to rip the bottle away from your hands, âwhat the fuck did you do to herâ
âoh! finally! we didnât know she would get this thisâ
nancy kneeled down before you and slowly patting down your hair to get your attention, ânancy!â you immediately let go of robin and latched onto nancy. she didnât seem to be bothered by rather used to it. she rubbed your back and you melted into her touch and started to talk really fast and quickly and somehow she knew exactly what you were saying
âyes okay, come on baby letâs goâ you nodded at her as she helped you up. your arms now on her waist and your head in the crook of her neck, âdonât give her anything ever againâ robin and steve nodded vigorously at nancy and watched as the two of you walked outside, âhey please get in babyâ
âno! i want to sit with you!â you pouted your lips at her, tears threatening to fall from your eyes once more, âbut i need to drive, you canât sit with meâ
âthen i donât want to go!â nancy let out a loud groan and she did the only thing she could do, she let you sit on her lap and wrap your hands around your neck as your face was still buried in her neck. you were kissing her face and her neck, smelling her soft curls and whispering gibberish in her ears. even when you two got home and she placed you on the bed you didnât let go. crying when she tried to leave so she had to stay with you. your body on top of hers, your vodka stained lips all over her face and murmuring into each kiss, nancy begging you to go to sleep but you just wanted her, âbut i want to stay up with you nance. pleaseeeâ she rolled her eyes and all night you two talked, your fingers and hair intertwined in each othersâŚyou have no idea how long you were up for
and when you woke up, insanely hung over, your face stained with tears and your breath smelling like vodka. your arms tangled all over her body and nancy sound asleep, nothing waking her up, you kissed her forehead and tried to get up. but she pulled you in closer, ânow itâs my turnâ
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nancy asks u to sit on her face for the first time
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nancy wheeler always had you feeling nervous even with her newly becoming your girlfriend. she just had a demeanour about her that made you blush and stumble over your words. just one second of eye contact would make you look down at your lap as if it were the most fascinating thing you'd ever seen. in reality, you just couldn't bring yourself to look her in the eyes.
she sat beside you on her pretty, pink bedsheets with her arm casually rested around your waist. her hand had slipped under the fabric of your t-shirt, gently caressing your warm skin with her fingertips.
"baby. wanna do something for me?" nancy set up the question as if she was going to ask a small, innocent favour. but she didn't. "could you come sit on my face?"
immediately, your cheeks heated up and turned a visible shade of red. your mouth opened and closed as you tried to process her question and think of a response. of course you wanted nothing more than to sit on her face but you were so nervous. "a-are you sure you w-want me to?"
nancy didn't even bother using her words to reassure you. she gently pushed down onto your shoulders, making you lay down onto your back before tugging off your pants and underwear. a shiver ran through your body at the sudden change in temperature. nancy's hands were quick to warm you up with their gentle touch. they moved in-between your thighs, running through the slick that had already gathered there.
"wanna taste you. please, angel. come sit," she lay herself down, looking at you with desperation in her eyes. there was no way you could say no to her.
both of your hands held onto the headboard as you positioned yourself over her, thighs bracketing her head. you slowly sunk down until you felt her tongue come in contact with your cunt. her tongue lapped through your folds, working overtime to draw noises from you.
her tongue was so greedy. it ran from top to bottom slowly, swirling around your clit and plunging into your heat. it felt heavenly and all you wanted was for her to eat you up entirely.
every lap of her tongue made her nose bump against your clit. the repeated action was enough to bring you close to the edge. your hands gripped harder onto the headboard and your thighs started to shake.
nancy could read you like a book. her fingers gripped onto your thighs, holding you wide open for her. vibrations travelled through you as she began to moan with her lips sealed around your sensitive spot. it was overwhelming in the best way possible.
"a-ah, fuck. nancy, 'm gonna cum!" your hips began to rock back and forth against her face and you were no longer being careful, seating yourself fully.
a loud moaned ripped through you as your orgasm hit you like a brick. nancy's tongue pressed flat against your heat, allowing you to rock against her as you rode out your high.
"sweetest girl i've ever known," there was a wide smile, outlined in your release, on her face as she pulled away from you.
⤡ a nancy wheeler x fem!reader heated rivalry au, 18+ mdni
ânancy wheeler?â
there was a chill in the early spring air, it added a delicate edge to your voice. nancy, who had been flickering her lighter against a cigarette, turned her head at the sound of you. she did not look impressed at your presence, nor did she make any acknowledgement as you introduced yourself. instead, she tried once more and succeeded at lighting the cigarette, taking a long drag as she leant against the brick wall of the hawkins post.
âoh - iâm not sure youâre supposed to smoke here.â
she looked you up and down, taking another drag. the smoke floated around her frame like a cautionary shadow. âok.â
her stare made you uncomfortable. sure, youâd seen her around school, always confident with a determined pep in her step. now you finally spoke to one another, no bustling crowds or protective boyfriends. just you - standing like an awkward kid on the first day of school with rigid posture, biting the inside of your cheeks.
âi, um, read your last article for the schoolâs paper. it was really interesting, youâre a great writer.â you try not to sound nervous, or like a kiss-ass. both of you had been accepted as interns this semester. you had just as much a right to be here as she did.Â
âyes.â her voice was sharp, her answers short. clearly nancy felt she was above this menial conversation. why did you even bother trying to be polite?
âanyways⌠i should be getting back inside, theyâre waiting for me.â you ran a hand down your sweater, then stupidly extended it to her. your mother always said first impressions count, so you were really trying to be professional. âgood luck with the internship.â
surprisingly, she accepted your handshake with a sly grin, long fingers wrapping around your own.
as you turned to leave, she finally spoke again. âyou wonât be so kind when i beat you.â
the comment made you spin back quickly to face her. she didnât look mean, or cocky. actually she was smiling, and that seemed somehow worse. nancy wasnât a bully, she just knew she was best, and it amused her. is this how the next few months would be? her antagonizing you, holding all the power? it was known amongst hawkins high students that internships in town could be competitive, everyone desperate to lather their college applications with fancy titles and past employers.Â
when the hawkins post accepted interns, it was heavily implied that one of them would be awarded a junior journalist position that same summer. you wanted it desperately, but nancy wanted it more.
âthatâs not gonna happen.â you assured her.
she just held her smile, staring at you, holding the cigarette between her painted nails against her pink lips. âsee you around the office.â
â
as much as nancy disdained older men calling her sweetheart, she grit her teeth and smiled through every comment.Â
this job - or rather, internship - was meant to be easy. simple. show the chief editors you have determination and talent, ace senior year, work as a junior journalist over the summer, then get whisked away to college far away from hawkins. there was only a few other interns. one of the bosses sonâs, a couple girls looking for extra credit without any interest in journalism, and you.
you were proving to be a flaw in nancyâs plan. whenever nancy came in early, you were already there, and when you stayed late, nancy would never leave first. it was a battle of wits. an unspoken standoff. just a little friendly rivalry. nancy could handle this.
it didnât help that she found you unbearably beautiful. that had become quite a distraction at times.Â
even now, as she sat alone in her bedroom, nancy itched for a distraction. her family was squabbling downstairs, and no sound-proof headphones could drown out their incessant voices. hoping for some solitude away from her dead-end article sheâd been editing nancy shut her laptop, slipped downstairs, and drove the short distance to the hawkins fitness and leisure centre. imagine her surprise when she entered the near empty gym to see you walking on a treadmill, hair up, pink short shorts, and a matching sports bra. huh. usually she despised running, but maybe a little cardio would be fun.
you only had this gym membership for the yoga classes they held, but you quickly learnt that after midnight this place served as an empty sanctuary. it offered you some peace of mind away from all your stress.Â
apparently nancy wheeler was inescapable. like it wasnât bad enough you saw her at school, everyday at work, and now here. in your sanctuary. she snuck up on you easily, the slow tempo of your RNB playlist drowning out the sounds of her footsteps. when she appeared in your peripheral, you tried not to audibly groan. there was so many other treadmills, and yet she chose to jog beside you.Â
as she jogged, the wide neckline of her t-shirt slipped down one shoulder, revealing a sports bra similar to yours and a collarbone so defined you wanted to bite it. nancy smirked when she noticed your gaze. in retaliation, you increased your speed, now breaking into a fast jog, speed higher than hers.
almost instantly, nancy increased her speed too, the beep beep of the treadmillâs buttons taunting you as she did so. to prove youâre not a loser, you increase your speed again. so does nancy. you increase the speed once more. so does she. by now youâre both sprinting, chasing something that isnât there, and coming dangerously close to an injury.
the mixed sound of your panting and heavy breathing echoes around the empty space. without a visual, it almost sounds like a different form of physical activity. nancy looks over at you, raising her eyebrows as if to say âthat all you got?â. itâs like she hasnât even broken a sweat.Â
âfuck this.â you spit, slamming the stop button and gracefully sliding off the end of the treadmill. ripping out your old, wired headphones, you strut away to the bench where your keys and purse are sitting, slipping down onto the floor to catch your breath.
nancy stops her machine too, following you across the room to sit in front of you. loose hairs from her ponytail are stuck with sweat to her forehead. somehow smarter than you were, she has a bottle of water. in an effortlessly attractive movement, she throws her head back to take a sip. itâs hard not to stare at the spot between her jaw and neck, a perfectly carved piece of skin. then she swallows, holding eye contact with you as she does so.
âthat was fun.â she says, eyes dropping to your bare chest and stomach which are rising and falling rapidly .
ânot quite.â you say, trying to hold your voice steady.
she tilts her head in agreement, then takes another sip of water. âyou, uh, enjoying the internship? is it everything you dreamed of?âÂ
âalmost.âÂ
the position isnât all glitz and glamour, mainly long hours delivering coffee and lunch in hopes to scribble together an article during the free time. its hard to find motivation, though, nancy seems to be managing just fine. perfect as ever. despite the men at the hawkins post not giving many interns a second glance, they at least know her name. that means something, and she knows it.
âiâm sorry.â she says behind a smile.
âno youâre not.â you laugh, voice shaking as you still try to catch your breath from the unplanned sprint you just endured.
maybe she feels bad for you, or maybe she actually cares enough to extend the waterbottle in your direction. you shake your head, trying to catch your breath without help from her. refusing your refusal, nancy waves the water in front of you obnoxiously.
surrendering, you reach over your crossed legs, as she leans over her outstretched ones to meet you in the middle. for a moment, you swear she lets her fingers brush yours. probably an accident.
you take a quick sip, revelling in the comfort the cold water offers. nancy watches you intently. her eyes glued to where the water meets your lips. this feels far too intimate. youâre eager to leave, and move to hand her back the water, but she raises an eyebrow. you hold your position, yet she doesnât take the bottle. so you take another sip. a long sip as she keeps watching you. that seems to please her, nancy now letting you hand back her drink.
should you try and make conversation? should you stand up to leave? neither of you move. in silence, you both stay sitting, taking the time to admire one another in a dishevelled state, though no one would admit they were admiring. this was just some weird, isolated incident.
thankfully, your phone vibrates on the bench beside you, interrupting the tension filling the air. you utter a rushed goodbye and all but run out of the building.
â
a few weeks later, and youâve been tiptoeing around nancy. dodging her in the hallways at school, though sheâd never tried to talk to you there in the past. then youâd always keep yourself busy at the post, hiding behind a stack of papers, cleaning things that didnât need to be cleaned, and solving every problem without asking her for help.
you didnât miss the way sheâd stare at you.
nancy was intrigued. naturally, pursuing journalism and all, she had always been a very curious person. she excelled in the small tasks your boss tom offered her, so her downtime around the office usually consisted of her finishing school work or starting up new projects with all this free time. sometimes steve would text her, even drive by to deliver coffee, and she loved the way it made you squirm. even when it seemed like you despised her, everything nancy did had an affect on you. and even when you wanted to scream or throw your laptop at her perfect face, you opted for a friendly smile to hide the fact you couldnât stop thinking about her.
todays menial task youâd been appointed was filling in for jonathan, the scrawny boy who developed photos the old fashion way. most reporters here used digital photos on fancy computer programs to edit their articles, but apparently some old bag still liked to develop his film in a dark room to âsee the visual journey of the storyâ. lucky for jonathan, he was great at helping out. unlucky for you, today he was sick. so, desperate for a job, you offered to fill in.
you stood confused, staring down at the rolls of film and stop bath on the desk in front of you. it took 2 minutes of puzzled looks before you pulled out your phone to find a video tutorial.
âhey jon-â nancy barged into the room, ignoring the do not enter light on the door. âoh, itâs you.â
âsorry to disappoint.â you murmured, anxiously biting at your thumbnail while the other hand replayed the video.
nancy walked across the room until she was staring over your shoulder, watching your phone screen. your breath froze when you felt her chin brush your shoulder.
âi donât get why we still have this room, usually i come by and bother jonathan when iâm bored.â
âiâve noticed.â you say, knowing full well everytime nancy would wander in here and leave you fending for yourself in the main bullpen.
âyouâve noticed?" she says with a smirk, rounding the desk to lean her elbows on the opposite side.
âdonât get a big head thinking iâm watching you, nancy drew, i just donât have much else to notice.â hopefully the teasing nickname tom had given her added to your insult and hid the fact that you have indeed been watch her.
she lets out a small breath, jaw dropped slightly. âwhatever, princess.â
âwhat - did you just call me princess?â your dropped jaw matches hers from a moment ago.
âmmhm.â she smirks, âbruce said you just sit at your desk and look pretty, like a princess. seems fitting, donât you think?â
it hurt that the men had called you that, but it hurt more that nancy deemed it fine to repeat it for you to hear. âno, no i donât! i only spend so much time sitting because theyâre misogynistic losers who donât want to give me anything else to do. and iâll have you know all that time i spend sitting iâm actively researching current events, while you -â you point a finger at her across the desk, âcome in here to flirt with byers, and yet, they still know your name instead of mine!â
nancy nods, amused as per usual. âthat feel good? let off some steam?â
âi - yes.â you very quickly lower your voice. her tone was so gentle it was almost⌠seductive?
âgreat, try that tone with them and maybe theyâll listen to you.â she grins, and it dawns on you that as much as youâre rivals here, nancy still wants you to succeed. she recognises that the men outside dominate this office, but sheâs got them - and you - wrapped around her finger.
your eyebrows furrow, but you feel you shoulders relax from their tensed position. âdid bruce really call me a princess?â
âyep, and it got the laugh he was looking for.â
of course it did. âgreat. thatâs just great.â you drop your phone on to the bench top, and your head follows quickly behind it. the polished wood is tough against your forehead, but the mild pain seems fitting for this equally embarrassing and angry moment.Â
nancy laughs and its like you can hear her words replaying in your head. bruce said you just sit at your desk and look pretty, like a princess. seems fitting, donât you think?Â
suddenly you head flies up again, immediately finding her confused eyes as she jumps at your quick movement. âyou think iâm pretty?â
she blinks. âwhat?â
âyou said bruce says i just sit at my desk and look pretty, then that it seems fitting? soâŚâ you unfold your hands, shrugging slightly, âyou agree?â
nancyâs tongue runs over her teeth behind her pursed lips. she didnât think youâd pick up on that, considering sheâd hardly registered the implications as the words spilled out of her. âdo you want me to think youâre pretty?â
any upperhand you held is now returned back to nancy. she leans over the old desk, hands crossed in front of where yours now rest. your gaze drops for no more than a second, noticing how her pinky fingers extends to brush your knuckles. when you look back up, her face is close enough to yours that you can feel her breath fan your lips. sheâs looking at you, eyes wide, awaiting an answer. youâre too nervous to say anything, breath hitching when her eyes flick down to your lips.Â
when she finally meets your eye again, youâre still at a loss for words. the air feels heavy. hot. nancy inches forward, even closer, as if thatâll help the situation.
âwell?â she whispers, voice low and sultry.
âfuck.â is the most you can stutter before youâre pulling away to run away. just like you did at the gym. itâs not until youâre back at the safety of your desk that you finally stop, a hand clutching your chest as you struggle with all these feelings threatening to bubble over. part of you is nervous, scared at the effect nancy has on you. on the other hand, youâre conflicted. this wasnât just some typical anxiety youâre used to with a confronting or stressful experience. if you had have stayed in that room with nancy for another moment, youâre quite sure you she wouldâve kissed you - and you wouldâve let her.
workplace relationships are risky enough, but a queer relationship? and your first queer relationship, at that? this felt like too much.
âyou forgot this.â
nancy appears out of nowhere, having successfully snuck up on you once again. you hope she hadnât noticed your minor panic attack. when you notice sheâs standing at your side, holding your phone out at you, you quickly take it from her.
âthanks.â
she just nods.
âlisten, i donât know what that was but -â
âwhere do you live?â nancy puts a stop to your rambling.
â27 baytree street.â the words escape you before you even question why she wants your address.
âso, if i came to 27 baytree street tonight, say 9 oâclockâŚâ
you nod nervously, clutching your phone at your chest like it can protect you. âi might be there.â
nancy smirks at you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. âi might knock.â and then, unaffected, she turns on her heels and walks away.
â
it was 7:32. plenty of time to run away. or lock your doors. or call you parents and beg them to come home.
of course the one time you have someone coming to your place, they decide to go out on a date night. now youâre home alone, pacing, waiting to see if nancy will actually appear at your house.
youâd already changed outfits and hair styles twice. the messy bun seemed performative, so youâd raked a hand through your hair and let it drape down your shoulders. initially youâd worn a hoodie but it became far too warm, so you opted for a form fitting tank top with some sweatpants that hung low on your hips.
time ticked on. you didnât run away. or lock your doors. and you sure as hell hoped your parents wouldnât be home anytime soon.
9.01.
knock! knock! knock!
âfuck my life.â you whispered, sprinting to the door to open it.
there nancy stood, gorgeous as ever. she looked a little more put together, casual jeans paired with a zip up hoodie. she didnât wait for you to speak before pushing into your space. you closed the door behind her as she circled you entry way. your hand rested on the door handle, watching her turn back to you.
âwhy do you look so nervous?â she said, almost giggling.
âiâm not⌠nervous. i just think we should talk.â you spoke softly, brain working slower than usual as nancy came closer to you. âdo you wanna talkâŚâ
ânot really.â she knew you could talk for hours. right now she wanted you, the talking could come after you had. nancyâs body is flush with yours, a gentle hand on your waist as she guides you back against the door.
ât-this is such a bad idea.â you whisper, eyes desperate as the map out the details of her face.
âwhat is?â
nancy brings her other hand up to your cheek. she cradles your face for a moment, staying still as she silently asks for permission. when your lips part instinctively, she takes that as a yes, kissing you once. then twice. then the hand on your waist trails up your side to slip into your hair, and youâre done for. you need her, need to explore her, and everything that comes with it.
still kissing her, you carefully unzip her jacket, peeling it off her shoulders to unveil the lacey bralette she was wearing beneath it. feeling her bare skin already, you pull away from her lips to look down at her body. nancy revels under your stare, needing to undress you as youâve done to her.
âwhereâs your- ah!â for once you manage to shut her up, leaning down to bite the collarbone that had been teasing you all week. âyour bedroom?â
you hum against her skin, pushing her down the hallway to your room while trying to stay attached to her. meanwhile, nancy is fumbling with the straps of your tank top, doing her best to work the piece of clothing off of you. when you enter your bedroom, you finish the job for her, stripping off your shirt as she bites her lip at the site. sheâs quick to pull you in for another kiss. her fingers trace over your tits, slow caresses as she kisses you deeper. your whole body jerks at the feeling, and it makes her pull away.Â
nancy stays close, hands resting a little lower on your torso as she admires the goosebumps appearing on your skin. âitâs your first time with a girl?â her phrasing seems like a question, but her tone sounds all knowing.
you nod, shy again. âand you?â
she presses a small kiss into your lips, unable to stay away for too long. âuh - no.â
despite her confidence, you still had only ever seen nancy with guys, as she wouldâve seen you as well. plenty of boyfriends over the years at school. the thought of her with another girl was exciting. âreally? who?â
her eyes roll playfully, hands exploring more over your torso while she talks. âmy best friend, junior year. we were drunk⌠lonely⌠âs nothing serious, sheâs moved away now anyways, we were justâŚâ
when nancy trails off, too distracted with your bare chest, you finish the sentence for her, âcurious?â
she smiles and nods. âyeah, curious⌠and you make me curious.â nancy leans in, hovering on your lips just to tease you, âdo i make you curious?â
no shit she does. âobviously.â
âdâyou like me touching you here? so pretty, getting goosebumps just from my fingers?â nancy continues teasing, biting your ear as she whispers and lets her hands resume playing with your tits.
âthose words just roll off your tongue.â youâre nervous again, but more excited.
âyes?â she asks, desperate for an answer.
you place a hand in her hair and tug slightly so she moves off your ear to come face to face with you. âyes.â
âwanna get on the bed and iâll maybe do more than just play with your tits?â
âmaybe?!â you ask, dumbfounded, playfully shoving her backwards into your sheets.
she smiles at your newfound confidence. nancy stares up at you as she seductively removes her bra. your breath hitches. then she shoves off her shoes and bottoms, moving backwards to lay completely bare on your bed. what a sight for sore eyes.
âhey this is not fair, i want to see you⌠see more.â
despite standing shirtless above her, youâre a little cautious to keep undressing. âyou saw more at the gym.â
âyes, very cute tight shorts, princess, but itâs not the same.â
trying to match her seductive strip tease, you loosen the drawstring on your already baggy sweats, and they immediately fall to the ground. youâd chose a tiny pair of pink panties, and take your time slipping them down your legs. nancy enjoys every second of it, her breaths shortening.
âhappy?â you tease, letting one hand skim across your stomach.
âcome here.â
nancy grabs at your wrists to pull you on top of her, then quickly flips you around so she hovers on top of your body. her arms brace either side of your head as she kisses down your neck. your back is already arching off the sheets, and your hands wrap around her to sit lightly on nancyâs back.
sheâs holding all the power, as per usual. youâre already writhing and shaking from her small touches. when sheâs distracted, kissing and biting down your neck, you flip her on her back until youâre straddling her stomach. she flashes you a confused expression.
âwhatâre you -â
âshh.â you put a delicate finger over her lips, âyou said you didnât wanna talk.â
impressed, she lets you take control.
nancy may keep a poker-face-stare, but from the way her body is reacting, you know youâre doing something right. she threads a hand in your hair as you kiss down her torso, taut stomach flexing with every touch of your lips. cautiously, you settle down between her thighs, and spread them far enough to reveal her glistening cunt. a familiar heat fills your stomach at the sight.
before she can make some snide remark, you run your tongue from top to bottom in one flat stroke.
âoh fuck.â nancy shivers, and her grip on your hair tightens encouragingly.
you repeat your action, running your tongue slowly, teasingly through her folds. it feels foreign, a new experience for you, but it feels right. nancy tastes so good.
âthatâs itâŚâ she coos, breaths shallow, âdoing so good for me, baby.â
her words spur you on. your pace quickens, tongue lapping up everything she has to give. when nancyâs hips start rising, chasing the pressure of your tongue, you quit teasing and press kisses directly on to her clit. then you suck, looking up at her as you do so. her head is thrown back in pleasure. you slide your hands up her thighs, fingers digging in to her hips to help nancy grind against your face.
âmmph - yeah, right there.â is the most she can let out as her orgasm creeps up on her.
by now youâre moving your hips against your sheets, desperate for some sort of relief as nancy is cumming on your face. she keeps watching as you do so, once again licking her all over to savour the sweetness leaking out of her. eventually her movements slow, and her hands in your hair tug you up to lay beside her again.
she reaches a careful thumb to wipe your lips, currently swollen and parted as you stare at her.
âwas that⌠good?â you ask, not sure you want an answer.
nancy leans back in to your pillows, head tilted up at the ceiling as she catches her breath. but she smiles. âyes, not terrible for your first time.â
âoh fuck you!â you spit, blushing at her backhanded compliment.
âmm, i know you want to.â she rolls back on to her side, hand caressing your waist, âwant me to show you how its done?â
as much as you donât want her to one up you again, your clit is throbbing just from her words. you nod, pulling her in for a kiss. nancyâs tongue slips in to your mouth quickly, relishing the taste of her on you. she moves expertly down your body, hands lingering to roll your nipples between her fingers, and you feel her smirk against your stomach when your back arches into her.
nancy dives between your thighs with no warning, no wary kitten licks like you had given her. those long fingers part your folds, giving her easier access to taste every inch of your dripping pussy.Â
ânancy, fuck.â you moan so loud it shocks both of you.
she hums in content, not moving her lips off you, and the vibration runs through your core. when her lips attach to your clit youâre positive youâre seeing stars, embarrassingly close to finishing already. then two fingers tease your leaking hole, and your eyes fly open to see her looking up at you.
âdo you like this?â she asks, lips moving slowly against your clit as her while her fingers stay still at your entrance.
you just nod profusely, and she smirks before resuming her movements. as her lips wrap around your clit in perfect suction, those fingers slip inside of you with ease. you clench at the penetration, the heat in your stomach starting to tighten.
âso tight around my fingers, baby,â nancy teases, eyes still stuck on you as she laps at your clit, âyou gonna cum on my fingers like this?â
âoh my - fuck -â youâre whining uncontrollably through your orgasm when her fingers curls deep inside you. âyeah iâm gonna - nnngh shit, nance!âÂ
âi know, baby, i know.âÂ
if nancy realises how much that diminishing yet soothing tone has an affect on you, itâs gonna be hard to act normally around the office.
she eases her fingers out of you and seductively sucks them clean, maintaining eye contact as she moves to lay beside you. if you werenât so drunk on the feeling of her, youâd roll your eyes.
âohmygod i didnât think thatâŚâ
âwhat? that youâd cum so quickly?â nancy chuckles.
âfuck off.â you whisper, embarrassed a little but too blissful to care.
nancy lolls her head to the side, wanting to kiss you, but decides against it when youâre staring longingly at the ceiling. she sighs. âgod, i want a cigarette.â
âi canât believe you smoke those things.â you laugh lightly, turning your head to smile at her but sheâs already standing to get dressed. âoh.. youâre not gonna tell anyone about this.. are you?â
she leans down to pick up her jeans, giving you a perfect view of her ass.Â
âme?â nancy tilts her head in confusion as she so rudely covers up her perfect body, âyes, princess, iâd love to brag about this to all those guys at the office.â
âdonât call me that.â you whine, not at all bothered by the nickname as long as sheâs the one using it.
the mattress sinks as she sits to slide on her shoes, then she looks back to you as she pulls her bra back on. nancy swears she sees a pout, not sure if youâre disappointed in losing the view of her tits or at her teasing. âiâm not gonna tell anyone.â
you nod, believing her honesty.Â
âiâve, uh, got an early first period tomorrow.â she shrugs on her jacket, not bothering to zip it up, âiâll see you later.â
âyeah, ok. see ya.â
it takes all of your strength to not ask her for one more kiss. this was casual. just a hookup.
yet once she was out the front door, and you heard her car pull out the driveway, you squealed. âholy shit.â
â
âso⌠whatâs been happening with you lately?â
your whole body freezes mid-bite. the breakfast table falls silent, your parents both offering you a gentle smile.
âoh.. um..â subtly, you adjust the collar of your hoodie to hide the small bruise in the crook of your neck. youâre sure nancy left it there just to haunt you. ânot much. classes have been easy, its left me with more time to focus on the internship.â
âthatâs good!â claps your dad.
âvery good,â adds your mom, âas long as you donât let that wheeler girl get in the way.âÂ
the iced coffee nearly flies out your mouth. âum - aha - what do you mean.. by that?â
âwell sheâs very dominating at the newspaper, iâd hate for her cockiness to interfere with opportunities for you!â
âright, o-of course.â
âyou know, i heard her mother bragging to some lady at the grocery store, saying how talented her daughter is, and that sheâll be valedictorian before getting accepted into some ivy league. i mean seriously, have some nerve.â
as always, your dad stays silent, not interrupting her tangent.
âitâll be fine, mom.â
âno seriously, fuck her!â
you almost spit out your coffee for the second time this morning.
â
meanwhile, in the back of a classroom, nancy has been ignoring her first period teacher to scroll through her phone. sheâs already finished this assignment weeks ago, using her time to tut at your instagram pictures. over the weekend youâd attended some corporate function with your father, posing in front of a fancy hotel mirror to show off your flawless dress and effortlessly styled hair.
nancy mutters your name with a new found envy. adoration laced with annoyance. âhow does it feel to be so perfectâŚâ
â
on sunday morning, all the interns are running around the office to ensure the morning paper - both physical and digital - gets published smoothly.
bruce is yelling at jonathan, tom is throwing orders at his son.
in the furthest, quietest corner, nancy and you sit opposite each other, pretending the edits youâre making will ever see the light of day. nancy listens to the tip tap of your pointed nails on the keyboard. sheâs turning in her chair, bored of this office.
âyou have fun last night?â
your eyes widen at the sound of her voice, looking over the screen of your laptop to confirm sheâs talking to you. âw-what?â
âsaturday night⌠go out⌠drink and party? yâknow, fun.â nancy knew you went out. sheâd seen the blurry selfies one of your friends had posted, but would never admit she was looking for you.
âoh, uh yeah - i mean, i went out, but i didnât get drunk.â just as much as you resented her cigarettes, you really didnât feel obligated to drink on a night out.
nancy blows a raspberry at you. âboring.â
âright. you?â
âsteve had some of us round for drinks, so, that was good.â she shrugs.
âoh i bet listening to tommy h telling carol to quit her whining wouldâve been a super fun night.â the comment escapes you before you could stop it.Â
nancy so rarely heard you acknowledge her friends, let alone make fun of them. she found your tone hilarious, raising her eyebrows in an impressed expression. âtotally. but iâll probably just stay in tonight⌠nothing too crazy.â she watches you nod as she stands from her desk, then how you freeze up as she leans over you, â1224 maple street.â
âi-â but sheâs already walking away. was that an invitation? did she want you at her place? the thoughts consume you as you type pointlessly for the rest of the day.
â
when you decide it probably was an invitation from nancy, you drive over to her house around 9pm. however, as you pull into the driveway, you notice a young looking boy sneaking around the back of the house. the garage lights flicker on as he walks by, revealing a bowl cut. unmistakeably: will byers. the younger brother of jonathan byers, who could likely appear at any minute.
âshit.â you whisper, rushing out the car and down the front lawn to knock hurriedly but softly on the front door. thankfully, nancy hears you, and instantly comes down stairs. when she opens the door, you donât even let her say anything before you grab her hand and pull her upstairs to what you hope is her bedroom.
âis someone chasing you?â she hisses, closing her bedroom door behind her as you duck inside.
âjonathans little brother was out there!â
she blinks at you. âyeah, and? heâs in the basement playing board games with my dickhead brother and their stupid friends.â
âwhat if jonathan comes by to pick him up? and he sees me waiting outside for you like an idiot.â
it takes nancy a moment to understand your concern. shy little you didnât want to be revealed as the hawkins sapphic. hilarious. âyouâre cute.â
the fact sheâs always so calm and casual infuriates you. and turns you on. âfuck.â
youâre on her in a second, kissing her harshly, firmly, exactly how youâve wanted to every time youâve seen her since that night at your place. she welcomes it, hands sliding up and down your body, desperate to pull you closer.
âmm - bed.â she hums between kisses, but youâre too consumed kissing her to bother moving. nancy attaches her lips down your chest until your head drops back in pleasure. then, when youâre distracted, she easily guides you across her neatly kept room until youâre laying flat on her mattress.
impressively fast, nancy rids herself of her clothes, then rips off your skirt as you lift off your sweater. sheâs back on you, straddling your stomach as she kisses you again. deep. slowly. you can feel her wetness against your skin, and it makes you squirm. she smirks, moving back down the bed so she can have her head between your thighs.
âfuck, nancy.â
sheâs licking up all your juices with a determined pace. the squelching of her tongue on your pussy fills the room. you close your eyes, not wanting to finish so fast like last time. then her fingers replace her tongue, and you hear nancyâs bedside draw open beside you. when your eyes open youâre shocked to see what sheâs reaching for. in her hand, nancy holds a thick, pink strap, and almost laughs at the sight of your gaping mouth staring at it.
her fingers slow, teasing your clit as she speaks. âhave you everâŚâ your head shakes. âdo you want to?â despite her smug attitude, nancy isnât gonna rush you into anything youâre not comfortable with. and right now, the way worry overcomes your face, she fears shes moved too fast. âyouâre scared.â
âiâm not scared.â you snap.
âno itâs ok -â nancy assures, but youâre already interrupting her.
âi said iâm not scared.âÂ
hoping to ease your mind, nancy easily slips two fingers into you. it catches you off guard, sucking in a breath as nancy starts loosening the harness. âyou ever think about it?â
âjesus christ.â you hiss, mind running wild at the thought of her removing her fingers to fuck you with a plastic cock instead.
âwhat? does a girl fucking you with her strap make you gay?â nancyâs dirty talk is borderline cruel, yet you wouldnât want it any other way. âbecause you know what else makes you gay is eating my puss-â
ânancy, for fuck sake.â youâre still panting slightly as her fingers slowly thrust into you. âiâm trying to say something. iâve been withâŚâ
âwith who?âÂ
âfuck, guys. iâve had sex with guys.â
she smirks. âoh yeah? was he big?â
âthats it, iâm leaving.â you couldnât move even if you wanted to, her pace was perfect and you could sense your legs starting to tremble beneath her own as she stayed sitting up on her knees, looking down on you.
ânooo, princess, i want to fuck you.â nancy whines, leaning down to kiss you more as she does so.
you hold her face close to yours, kissing her back between sentences. ânot here. not while thereâs a bunch of kids right below us, o-or when jonathan could appear outside.â
âheâs cute, we should let him join.â nancy jokes, but you look baffled at the thought. âno⌠you wouldnât like that, would you?â
you moan as her fingers curl, then ease out of you to tease your clit. it shuts you up before you can protest at her ridiculous suggestion.
âits ok.â she kisses your neck soothingly, ânext time.â
ânext time?â you ask, confused, threading a hand into her hair to pull nancyâs head back to your own.
âyeah, doesnât you dadâs company have that conference in a few weeks? youâll have a free house.â
âyou just happen to know all of my familyâs business ventures?â you giggle, titling your head to the side in amusement.
âno!â nancy states, swallowing those giggles with a kiss, âtheyâre kind of a big deal in hawkins, and it happens the same time every year. iâm observant, not a stalker.â
as fun as it sounds, you, nancy, a house to yourself for a few days, youâre wary about making this entanglement a regular thing. you stop giggling, eyebrows furrowed as you weigh out your options here. how long can you keep a casual relationship hidden, all whilst not becoming attached?Â
âhey⌠hey, whereâd you go?â nancy holds her hands on your face gently, concerned at how quickly youâd zoned out. âitâs just a plan to fuck, baby.â
when she whispers those soothing words, youâre pulled back down to earth. you nod, then let her kiss you senseless before she fucks you with her fingers again.
an hour or so later, nancy lays comfortably on her pillows, watching as you nervously fiddle with your sleeves at the end of the bed. sheâs admiring another hickey sheâs left on your skin, low beneath the neckline of your stretched old sweater. only you and her would see it.
âlisten, i know we talked about next time, but⌠um -â
â- ohmygod, princess, you can be so boring.â nancy teases, sliding down the mattress to sit on the edge beside you. âgive me your phone.â
âwhat, why?â you ask, puzzled as ever.
she snatches it from your lap, moving it to your face for a moment until the screen unlocks. you watch eagerly as she opens a new text message thread, typing in what you can only hope is her phone number, then starts writing a message to send.Â
it reads:
[ hey drew, canât wait to see you in two weeks!! xoxo ]
funny. drew. âlike nancy drew? really?â
âyouâre the one who didnât want anyone to know about this!â she protests, hitting send.
the words sting a little, but that is what youâd said. âok fine, whats my name going to be then?â
nancy smiles, reaching back in the sheets for her own phone which has buzzed from the notification. she opens the message, creating a new contact. she doesnât even bother with a name, nancy just smiles as she types in an emoji. âwhat else?â
you look down at the message thread on her phone.
[ đ ]
âhilarious.â
âi know right.â
â
a few months later, and nancy still hadnât had a chance to fuck you yet.
the week of the conference which wouldâve offered a free house, it ended up snowing, and therefor your parents had stayed home instead. sheâd received a text from you:
[ next time, i guess ]
but hadnât bothered replying. she didnât want to seem eager, or get her hopes up at the thought of you. it was probably better to keep her distance. after all, it wasnât like she was desperate for sex. every now and then her and steve would hook up. it was purely convenient, a long friendship meant mutual understanding, the sex just made sense. him and nancy still remained friends, as much as it might appear otherwise to certain people. and to you. nancy never missed the way you shoulders tensed when steve came by the office, or when youâd pass them by in the halls at school.
you just figured nancy had moved on. forgotten about you. at work youâd share glances, sometimes a brush of hands, then the next moment nancy would be hiding in the dark room with jonathan or leaving early and get into steves car outside.
whatever. youâd be fine without her. better, actually.
it wasnât until the hawkins post held a small, charity event with the community that you even had a chance to face nancy alone again. the interns were only invited to work the event, keeping tomâs hand full with a drink, or subtly promoting upcoming articles through casual small talk.
nonetheless, youâd dressed up in some dress pants and heels, a tight fitting button up hugging your chest, and had hoped to enjoy the night with your fellow interns. especially nancy. yet you hadnât seen her all evening, leaving you and jonathan to tend to the sharks yourself.
it was hellish.
after what felt like hours, youâd caught the elevator downstairs to catch a breath of fresh air outside. the room with a hundred people felt suffocating. then, low and behold, you rounded the back of the building to find nancy smoking a cigarette against the wall. just like she had the first day you introduced yourself.
you snuck up beside her, matching her stance against the bricks. ânice to see youâre actually here.â
her face lights up for a moment at the sound of your voice. âis the party done then?â
âalmost, no thanks to you.â you tried to kick a stone at your feet, nearly losing your balance. maybe youâd had a few too many glasses of champagne.
nancy chuckled as you stabled yourself. âyouâre drunk.â
âiâm not!â your lips turn in a pout.
âgood for you.â she whispers, taking a deep inhale until the smoke flows out around her.
you hate how much you like the smell. maybe you are drunk, but you feel like a fight. nancy couldnât just show up when it suited her and expect you to do all the work.Â
âso, youâve just been sulking down here while iâve had to deal with those people upstairs?â
nancy drops her cigarette, crushing out the flame with her boot. sheâs wearing pants similar to yours, but paired with a slouchy longsleeve. somehow youâre sure her casual attire wouldâve still been well received.
âyup.â she states.
âthe audacity, nancy. i mean, seriously! they all adore you, and actually care about your writing, yet iâm the one at their beck and call while you get to just show up when you feel like it! how is that fair?â your voice is raised, slurring slightly.
âbullshit.â she whispers, rolling her eyes as she does so.
âhuh? what was that?â now youâre just being obnoxious.
âi said bullshit! not everything gets to be as you want it! this industry sucks, may as well get used to it now.â
oh.
nancy keeps talking. âif i went up there, they wouldâve just paraded me around like some trophy they won. i really couldnât be bothered dealing with that all night.â
âand you think i could? yâknow, for once, once, it wouldâve been nice to have you actually by my side, working as a team. i thought maybe we wereâŚâ your voice trails off, not sure if you wanted to admit youâd hoped to spend some time with her. or that youâd hope sheâd want that too. ânevermind. iâll see you around.â
when you turn to leave, nancyâs hand grasps your wrist, turning you back to face her. sheâs frowning, looking at you like she wasnât sure what to say.Â
âwhat?â you utter, tired of this back and forth.
she takes a step closer, a hand on each wrist now as she walks you back against the wall. your eyes drop to her lips, then back at her eyes, but sheâs already leaning in for a gut wrenching kiss. nancy kisses you with anger, almost apologetically. you whimper, tangling your hands in her hair as she holds you steady.
who wouldâve thought a few weeks apart could grow so much tension.
around the corner, you hear voices exiting the building. it suddenly dawns on you exactly where you are, and who could walk by at any moment. savouring the kiss a little longer, you step off the wall to swap positions, slamming nancy backwards a little harshly. when her back hits the bricks, she lets out a small gasp, but seems all too pleased to be thrown around.
âare you fucking crazy? weâre barely out of sight from the entire office right now!â
nancy laughs, âno one is looking.â
âyou donât know that.â you hiss, pressing an accusing finger gently into her chest.
she tries to pull you back into her, but you stop her, just shaking your head as you walk in the direction of your car.
âiâll see you next week, then!â she softly calls out, to no response.
if you hear the echo of your name down the alleyway, you choose to ignore it, no matter how tempting.
â
[ still mad about the other night? ]
you stare at nancyâs text, taken aback. firstly at the fact sheâs texting you out of the blue, and secondly that she cares enough to ask.
[ im not mad about anything ]
she responds instantly.
[ ;) ]
â
nancy watched you cautiously across the room, steveâs house entirely overcrowded. the halloween party bustling with poorly dressed teenagers.
[ whats a girl to do all alone on the spookiest night of the year? ]
she smirks as she types, watching from afar as you look down at your phone. you try to spot her, but fail, deciding to resume dancing with your friends. nancyâs smile falter for only a moment, hiding the disappointment behind her drink.
â
[ want to come tonight? ]
your phone vibrated on your nightstand as you got ready for a saturday running errands. itâd been a busy week, end of term tests and all, so you were eager for a day to yourself. nancyâs text puzzled you, there were no major event she could be inviting you to tonight, nor was there anything of importance that required you at work.
[ did you mean to text me? ]
she answers immediately.
[ yes. ]
you blink at the screen, trying to compute it.
[ whatâs happening tonight then? ]
from her own bedroom, nancy is smirking at your cluelessness
[ you tell me. ]
hopefully that helps you.
[ huh
nancy that text makes no sense ]
[ oh yes it does
read it again ]
your thumb swipes down the screen, and when the first message appears you have to reread it a couple times before you understand. annoyed at the butterflies that fill your stomach, you throw your phone on to your bed as you ignore her implications, and get ready for the rest of the day. alone.Â
â
the hawkins high class sends a few of the top performing senior students into indianapolis each semester to accept some awards on the schools behalf. nancy made the cut. you didnât.
[ the city is fun, how come ur not here? ]
her audacity down right angers you, yet youâre sure a night alone in a hotel with her wouldâve been exciting.
[ fuck u âdrewâ ]
nancy loves the thought of her on your mind, even when sheâs miles away. you've already sent her another message before she can send back a snide comment.
[ iâll see u there next year ]
next year wasn't soon enough.
[ promise? ]
â
the next time nancy texts you is not a great time. youâre spending the weekend at your friend robinâs place, enjoying a night where youâre both free from work or assignments. somehow, when you hear a notification on your phone, you know its her.
[ 286 loch nora drive ]
an address... that isn't hers?
[ whats that? ]
somewhere, nancy is plotting your demise.
[ a place where u can get what u want ]
typical of her.
[ oh yeah?
what do i want then ]
you look up at robin whoâs too preoccupied by the movie playing to bother asking who youâre talking to. it takes a moment until you get a response, but when you do, its a picture. confused, you tap on it, then promptly slam your into your chest. nancy had sent you an effortlessly taken selfie of her, lazing by what you can assume is steveâs pool, capturing her perfect figure in a very small bikini.
robin jumps at your sudden movement, not saying anything, just raising an eyebrow. you shake your head, hoping she doesnât prod, and thankfully, her gaze returns to the tv.
turning your brightness down, you admire nancyâs curves, still wet from the pool. she looks like a greek goddess lounging on the old sunbed. you let yourself stare at the picture before turning off your phone for the night, then settling into robinâs side.
â
[ im gonna publish 4 articles this week ]
[ why only 4 ] - you'd asked stupidly.
[ one for each time i can make you finish ]
â
[ if the tigers win this weeks game, i get
to fuck u over winter break. deal? ]
this one makes you laugh, she doesnât even go to the games let alone care about the sport. you humour her anyway.
[ and what do i get if they lose? ]
[ same thing ]
â
christmas comes and goes, and you enter the second semester of your senior year with an excited energy. halfway there to college, to freedom. when you walk into second period, slipping on to a desk beside robin, your phone buzzes in your pocket. robin leans in close to you as you open your phone, hiding the screen from her.
âhey what are the odds she asks if we did the readings over the break, huh?â
âprobably high, but iâm guessing you didnât do them did you?â you giggle.
ânot even a page.â
she starts rummaging through her backpack, letting you discreetly open nancyâs text.
[ how many times can u cum in an hour ]
for fucks sake, did she have to do this now? sighing, you ponder your answer for a moment.
[ idk, maybe a few times ]
nancy rolls her eyes at your text, boring as per usual.
[ u suck at sexting ]
[ its too early for this, nancy ]
[ where can i see u tonight? ]
she really doesn't give up.
[ nowhere, im busy ]
[ not too busy for me, i hope ]
[ fuck off ]
unbeknownst to you, nancy is lurking out in the hallway, leaning against her locker as steve watches her typing eagerly.
âdamn, nance, whoever youâve been texting lately straight up has you blushing.â he mocks, nudging her shoulder.
nancy nudges him back, hiding her screen from his nosey eyes. âuh - no. i donât blush, never have, never will.â
he just laughs at her, walking away to find his class, prompting nancy to go find hers. just to tease you further, she sends one last text before entering the same classroom youâre sitting in right now.
[ are u as wet as i am right now? ]
she opens the door just in time to see you place your phone down hurriedly against the desk. you spot her immediately, jaw slack, eyes wide with both horror and arousal. nancy acts like nothing happened, deciding to sit directly in front of you without saying a word.
this class was going to be torture.
â
finally giving in, you text nancy to come over that night. itâd been months since you two had actually done anything, and since then your parents had installed a doorbell camera on the front door. luckily tonight since they were at a dinner party, you were able to sneak nancy in through the back, which unluckily for her meant walking through a dark backyard with no real sense of direction.
[ here? ]Â
you open the door, peeking your head out to see her waiting desperately for a sign of you.
âare you trying to have me murdered?â she asks, gesturing to the darkness swallowing everything around her.
âmaybe, if you donât get inside.â
she doesnât wait to find out, eagerly slipping past you before being calmly slammed against the sliding door.
âwhat makes you think its okay to sext me at ten in the morning?â
nancy smirks. âyou were wet, werenât you? for how long, all class?â
âi fucking wasnât.â you roll your eyes, walking in the direction of your bedroom and hoping sheâll follow.
âaw, you missed me.â nancy coos, moving quick behind you.Â
when you walk into your room, you try to hide the fact itâs been tidied spotless. thereâs no piles of clothes, no make up scattered everywhere, and your bed has been made with all the extra pillows you usually keep in the closet. waiting for nancy was a daunting afternoon, so you tried to keep yourself busy.
âyour room looks different.â
surprised she even remembers, you deflect, âi changed some things. so what?â
she steps around you, head craning to admire the decor, then turning back to you.
âvery pretty.â she says with a smile.
âyouâre so annoying.â
âi think you like it.â
duh. âi can smell the cigarettes from here.â
âugh, i had one!â
âyou shouldnât be smoking.â
âand you shouldnât be talking.â nancy bites her lip. âcome here.â
âno you come here.â
âno, you come here.â
âno you-â
the back and forth gets interrupted as you both surrender, stepping forward to meet in the middle with a needy, long overdue kiss. her hands are everywhere. they move through your hair, over your tits, down your waist, then tug you down on to the bed. you moan as she slips her tongue past your lips, revelling in the taste of you for the first time since last year. youâre already shimmying out of your pants, letting nancy remove your shirt. oh how she could kiss down every inch of skin so youâre a writhing, moaning, mess, denying you orgasm after orgasm until youâre begging her for sweet relief.
but nancyâs had enough with the teasing, and as advertised, she really wants to fuck you. now.
âdo you still want toâŚâ she fiddles almost nervously with the hair at the nape of your neck as she settles on top of your now naked body.
âyeah, i still want to.â you utter gently, bringing your hands to her face, pulling her down for a few small kisses.
nancy smiles, leaning back on her knees to peel off her shirt, then loose pants. you gasp as she reveals her strap hidden under the clothing, it sits flush against her crotch, so perfectly tempting. she reaches forward to kiss you again, a hand slipping between you to run through your folds and open you up for her.Â
not realising how touch deprived youâve been these last few months, a loud whimper escapes you. nancy adores it, letting her thumb rub circles on your clit as two fingers slip inside your drenched hole. she scissors her fingers slightly, hoping to prepare you for the sheer size of her in a moment.
âohhhh iâve missed this.â you slur, already overcome with lust.
nancy plans to use that comment against you later, but for now she just kisses you senseless while her fingers work you open. âmissed you too, baby.â she whispers against your lips.
when she decides youâre ready, nancy removes her fingers and places the cock on your pussy. she rubs it back and forth, letting your wetness cover the silicone.
âiâŚâ
âdonât worry, itâll fit.â she says smugly.
while you trust her, its still bigger than any guyâs youâve slept with in the past. she moves the tip down to your entrance, pausing a moment as you take in a deep breath.Â
âtell me if it hurts.â nancy says warningly, pushing into you slowly.Â
inch by inch, you feel the stretch burn a little. then a lot. you wince, and she stops instantly. her eyes are filled with concern, desperate to not hurt you.
âits okay, donât stop.â you pant, extending a hand to her waist in an attempt to bring her closer.
âso needy for me.âÂ
then she bottoms out, and you almost scream as she brushes your cervix.
âfuck nancy!â
your hands grip on to her shoulders, stilling her. she lets you adjust for a moment, then when you nod, she rolls her hips back into you. one slow thrust. then another. youâre lucky she canât feel how tight youâre clenching her. nancy starts fucking you deep into the mattress, hips snapping, the sounds of skin on skin surrounding you.
âohmygodddd.â
âits okay?â she asks, eyes watching every reaction from you, âyeah, youâre okay, baby.â
as fun as this position is, nancy knows she can fuck you deeper. she leans in for one last kiss, then moves her hands to your waist to ease out of you.
âno - whatâre you doing?â
âso needy.â she teases, helping flip you over on to all fours. âtrust me, baby.â
as quick as she left, nancy slides back into your pussy from behind, watching as your back arches deeper the further she goes. one hand stays on your hip, helping you bounce back on her, while the other extends down you back soothingly.
âyou look so pretty like this, all cockdrunk and desperate for me.â
âp-please.â not sure what youâre pleading for, you turn your head to watch as she keeps thrusting.
when your eyes meet hers, nancy almost cums untouched. the way you stare at her through hooded eyes, jaw slack, face overcome with desire, sheâs never seen you look better.
âoh fuck, youâre gonna kill me.â she mutters, hips snapping harder against your ass.
nancyâs words push you closer to the edge, and the sound of her pounding in to you almost has you finished right then and there. every thrust is perfect, hitting you hard and deep - deeper than any man has. unfortunately you can only hold on for so long, the heat in you rising as your trembling hands struggle keep you upright. ever so observant, nancy notices.
âthats it, princess, let go. iâve got you.â she means it literally, snaking a hand beneath your abdomen to gently rub your clit whilst holding you in position.
âs-so close⌠nancy iâm gonna -â your orgasm rips through you before you can finish the sentence. a tangent of moans escape you, wave after wave of pleasure continuing as nancy slows her thrusts. it hits you harder than ever before, your head dropping to the pillow in defeat. âjesus christ.â
ânot my name, but iâll take it.â nancy smirks, waiting until your body stills to pull out slowly. sheâs left waiting awhile, your chest rising rapidly while your legs shake. thankfully sheâs more than happy to enjoy you in such a state, knowing it was her who made you feel so good.
as soon as youâre left empty you whine, both in pain and disappointment. you all but crumble into the sheets, now covered in your sweat and slick. the whole room you spent all afternoon cleaning now reeks of sex.
nancy undoes her harness, tossing it to the side, then laying beside you.Â
âworth the wait?â she teases, a hand moving to brush loose hairs out of your eyes.
âdonât let it get to your head.â you warn, voice thick with lust.
she chuckles, admiring your flushed cheeks and parted lips. you suddenly feel shy, choosing to nuzzle into her neck for physical touch without watching her watch you.Â
ânow the beds all dirty.â you mumble, as if thatâs your biggest concern right now.
âsuch a princess.â nancy whispers, letting her fingers trace circles on the small of your back, not missing the goosebumps that appear as she does so. âyou kill me.â
âthat was so hot, i donât think you understand,â you rest an elbow on the pillow beside her head, able to look down at her without moving too far that sheâll stop caressing your back. âwas that, yâknow⌠good for you too?â
nancy nods, finding your concern for her adorable. sheâd gotten off just from watching you cum so hard, âyou were perfect.â she assures.
your heart melts a little.
when youâre ready, nancy cleans you up, running a damp washcloth over your thighs and still sensitive pussy. she smiles when your whole body jerks, and you tell her to shut up. then she reluctantly gets dressed, letting you walk her to the door as she laces her shoes.
despite her leaving so soon, she stayed longer than last time, and the whole thing starts to feel almost intimate. if you squint.
âquit staring.â nancy says, not having to look up at you to know youâre watching her every movement.
âsorryâŚâ
âno youâre not.â she finishes with her shoes, looking down at you on the kitchen island as she stands between your bare legs.
âno iâm not.â you smile knowingly.
nancy lingers for a minute, not quite wanting to leave just yet, âyou gonna keep staring or let me leave?â
âstill deciding.â you whisper.
the softness in your voice is practically begging nancy to stay, to fuck you senseless again, then fall asleep with her arms around you. she decides against it, option to lean in slowly for a delicate kiss. closed mouth, not clashing teeth or tongues, yet this kiss holds more passion and feeling than any other. your eyes flutter shut, not expecting such domesticity from her.Â
when she pulls back, all nancy says is âbye,â then sheâs sneaking out the backdoor.
you watch as she night takes her, too taken aback from her kiss to reciprocate her goodbye.
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authors note: eek first chapter is all yours lovelies. let it be known i have a loose grasp of the american school year, so ignore that. hope the text messages were comprehensible, and i really hope y'all love this. like and reblog to motivate me to finish writing another ten thousand words for the second chapter xoxo
Nancy wheeler x reader - they are getting a milkshake and sharing it and stuff YESS
strawberry fields forever
| nancy wheeler x reader
the second booth to the right of the door was your spot, it was exactly three pm and the waitress and cooks were already preparing the usual meal you and nancy always order, âhey darlings!â her smile was bright as always, her pure kind old soul greeting you two with the biggest heart every week since youâre her regulars, probably the only people keeping this business alive, âthe booth is set up and your food is almost out girlsâ
you two sat down right next to each other, never across from each other, nancy loves being as close to you as possible and she takes every chance she can get. and since no one seemed to care in this small town that two girls were together, she made sure everyone knew you were hers. she started to take you here when she found out your love for diners was bigger than anything else in the world, maybe even more than her, and since she knew you loved pink she felt this diner was perfect for you. and now youâre here every week because yes, you believe this diner was the best thing a man could ever make in history. plus they had the best milkshakes ever, the best strawberry milkshakes ever
âhere you two go, enjoy darlingsâ you two said your thanks with bright smiles and immediately dug in. the usual meals sat on the pink table in front of you: a burger with no lettuce for nancy, a grilled cheese with tomato soup on the side, and of course, one strawberry milkshake with two straws and plain fries as well. you two ate your food humming and mumbling about how good it is and how the taste never changes, nancy was talking to you about her day at the post and you about your day at university, the same old conversation but one that never gets old. nancy picks up a fry with her slim fingers and dips it in the whipped cream of milkshake, she then tries to feed it to you but when you open your mouth she waves it your face, messing with you while she giggles and you do too, ânance!â
âok okay fineâ she kisses you cheek through a laugh and feeds you the fry. she takes a sip from one of the straws and looks at you while youâre still eating your grilled cheese, her beautiful icy blue eyes mesmerizing yours and you start to blush, a bright pink flush appearing on your cheeks, âstop it, youâre being a teaseâ
âyou know you love itâ you smile at her and start to sip the milkshake from the other straw, your faces so close to each otherâs. nancy stops sipping on the milkshake letting you finish it but sheâs not one to stop teasing so she leaves small pecks on your cheek and your neck knowing very well youâll start to get worked up. you start to squirm under her touch and release a thousand giggles just for her, but this clearly isnât enough for her, she scoops up the last bit of whipped cream and puts it on your nose, ânance!â
âwhat! iâm not doing anything!â you nod your head and kiss her sweet mouth, thatâs what she wanted and in the process the whipped cream gets on her face too and now sheâs the one laughing. her fingers are in your hair, moving it away from your face so she can kiss you properly and once she parts she examines your face as if itâs the first time sheâs seen you, âgosh youâre so cute you know that right?â you roll your eyes and look down, hiding your tomato face from her but she lifts your face up, âiâm serious, the cutestâ and she kisses your mouth once more, savoring the taste of strawberries
âfuck it, letâs go homeâ you gave her a sweet smile but one she knew wasnât sweet at all but rather very very cunning and so you two left hand in hand saying your goodbyes to the waitresses and all the cooks. it was like all the time and somehow by fate nobody got tired of it, in fact everyone would say ânow thatâs true loveâ whenever you two stepped foot outside the diner
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