All mine | Nancy Wheeler x Fem!reader
Description - Requested by Anon. A new girl in class flirts with you and Nancy gets jealous. She doesn’t tell you how she feels, instead she shows you.
Warnings - smut, 18+, kissing, nancy with a strapppp, riding, praise kink, mommy kink, pet names, sweetheart, baby, angel, lmk if i missed anything
A/N - i miss my pretty wife nancyyy.
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Your bag drops on the floor as you enter Nancy’s house. She’d drove you both back home after classes ended and you couldn’t help but notice something was off.
The drive home was quiet. Nancy was unusually silent, not that she didn’t listen when you spoke, she always did. But when it was her turn to speak it was radio silence.
She just sat there, hands pressed into the wheel so hard her knuckles had turned white.
You’d asked if she was okay but every time she’d respond bluntly, telling you she was fine, or that she was just tired. You could tell she was deep in thought but you figured it’d be best if you didn’t pry. You always knew she’d tell you on her own time when she’d thought things through.
Truthfully, Nancy couldn’t get over what had happened in class today. Some new transfer had showed up, shiny crimson hair and green eyes. Mr clarke had assigned her to sit right next to you. Of course. And nancy couldn’t think of anything worse.
The girl had been flashing her teeth at you the whole time you sat together. She’d purposefully not written in her notes so she could borrow yours, her hands brushing over yours, careful and calculated as she asked for your notebook.
And all Nancy could do was watch from a mile away, heart racing in her chest as she watched someone flirt with her girlfriend, unbeknownst to you.
She knew you were too nice to be aware that it was something other than the opportunity to make a new friend. She knew Hawkins was full of the same small minded people, and any chance you got at potentially meeting someone from another city you jumped at. Even to the point you might get too friendly and have it come off as something more.
It wasn’t your fault. Nancy knew it. You’re so sweet and kind, and the last thing she’d do is blame you, but she wanted to remind you that no one else could have you, or even want you as much as she did.
“Come on,” Nancy says, one hand on the railing, the other in yours, guiding you up the steps to her bedroom. Her house is quiet, all family members unaccounted for, not that she cares right now.
You follow her upstairs and close the door behind you. The curtains are closed and the light almost blinds you when she draws them open.
You sigh, plopping down on the bed as your eyes adjust to the light. You think about how much you’ve been missing being here, about how you can’t wait to get comfy and change into one of Nancy’s shirts.
Nancy just watches you, her gaze intense and unblinking, and you pause, suddenly aware of the weight behind her silence.
“What’s going on?” You pout, voice tentative, worried you’ve done something wrong.
Nancy steps closer, the wooden floor creaking underneath her feet.
“Sit up for me, baby,” she says, lips pressing together.
You cautiously lift your body off of the bed, watching her step closer, a thick lump forming in your throat.
“You okay Nance?”
“Come here,” she says firmly, stopping just a few feet from the bed. You can’t tell what emotion she’s feeling right now, whether it’s good or bad, but you’re curious to find out. And you indulge, dragging yourself off of her bed and stepping in front of her.
Her fingers hook gently under your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes meet hers. Your cheeks flush instantly under her. You giggle nervously, trying to mask the flutter in your chest. “Nance? What’s this about?”
Her finger smooths over your flushed skin, slow and gentle. “Be a good girl for me, sweetheart,”
You pause, breath catching in your throat.
“You can do that…can’t you?”
You bite down a whimper as her hands clutch at your waistband, pulling you closer till you can feel the heat radiating from her.
“Cmon,” She teases, satisfied at the way your brain has already turned to mush. “You my good girl?”
You nod, a stupefied expression sliding seamlessly onto your face.
Her lips curve, and it’s like she can’t even remember what she was worried about, distracted by the way you get all puppy eyed and shrunken from a few words.
She pulls you close against her and her lips part against yours with a wet, urgent press. Her hands roam around your waist, pulling you closer like you might disappear, fingers digging in just enough to ground you as her mouth claims yours relentlessly. You respond with equal desperation, your tongue tracing hers as you make tiny muffled sounds against her lips.
“Nance,” you whimper, already feeling a tight pinch in your lower stomach, one that makes your legs weaken as you try to stand still for her.
“Shhhh, baby—let mommy have you,” she whispers into your mouth, cupping one of your ass cheeks in her palm. “Mommy’s pretty girl.” An indulgent smile forms on her lips.
Her hands trail upwards, fingers slipping beneath your shirt to cup and squeeze at your sensitive hardened nipples, eliciting a soft whine from you that makes her kiss deepen. She pulls back just enough to murmur, “Mine,” before crashing her lips back onto yours.
“Mmm,” you break the kiss, collecting yourself for just a moment, your hips jittering, begging for what you can’t take as she pinches at your tender skin.
She grins, taking her hand in yours and leading you back on to the bed to get you comfy. She lays your head back against the pillows, kissing your face all over, making your cheeks warm. “There you go, baby.”
You smile timidly, bashful under her gaze, and she loves watching you fall apart for her.
She rests her knee in between your legs as her lips move lower, down to your neck, leaving little marks that make you squirm.
She then moves her knee forward a little, pushing it against your jeans, right against your clothed pussy and you moan, lips parting around her curls as she keeps her head nested in the crook of your neck. “Fuck—Nance,” you murmur, the friction delicious.
“Yeah, you like that?” She soothes your reddened skin with a gentle lick before pushing her knee further against your core, making your hips buck up against her desperately.
“Uh huh,” you whimper. “Want more, mommy—,” you hum, hands already reaching down to try and flimsily unbutton your jeans.
She steadies your hand, pulling it away and watching as your body writhes against her. “Say please,” she coos, pressing your finger against her lips.
You suddenly forget how to think when she parts her lips and slips it into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl delicately around your flesh “Mm,” she hums, sliding it in and out of her mouth slowly. “Say it for me, sweetheart.”
“Please, mommy,” you whine, trying to press your hips down back against her knee, but she pulls away, grinning playfully.
“Good girl,” she praises, pulling your finger out of her mouth and pressing it against your lips. “Keep it wet for mommy.”
You comply, sucking lazily on your finger as you watch her unbutton your jeans, pulling the zipper down with a stupendous amount of patience.
You lift your hips, letting her undress you. Your bare pussy glistens under the light of her room.
“So pretty,” she coos. “All mine, isn’t that right?”
“Mhm—yes mommy. All yours,” you reply, your finger coated in saliva. She takes that finger and presses it right against your pulsing clit, and your whole body tenses as she rubs it firmly against you.
“Fuckkk,” you moan, head tipping back against the pillows, your back arching slightly, cells needing more.
“There you go,” she says, using your finger, rubbing in slow circles just enough to make your brain all dizzy. Her other hand hooks around your neck, holding your head up so you can see how pretty your pussy looks when you touch yourself.
She presses a little harder, kissing your temple when your legs squirm at the increase in intensity. “Mm that’s it, feel good for me, baby.”
She gets you into a good rhythm, letting you rub yourself long enough that you don’t need her to guide you anymore, but you still whine when she takes her hand off of yours.
“Shhh, baby…keep rubbing for me,” she murmurs, kissing along your jaw. “Need to go get something.”
She kisses you one last time before standing up and padding over to her closet. Your hand continues on your clit, and you let out little cries of pleasure as you come closer to the edge.
Nancy undresses, slipping off her pants and shirt, and you rub your clit faster, getting off on her naked body so far away.
She smirks as she catches on and pulls out what she intended going to the closet for. It’s long and thick, a harness attached to it, and she slips it on without hesitation, the straps wrapping around her legs swiftly.
Your cheek falls against the pillow as you rub your clit, knowing there’s no option to stop, but seeing Nancy all strapped up has you so close your head starts spinning.
She walks back to the bed, sitting down next to you as the cock between her legs stares at you. “You’re doing so good, baby,” she says, running a finger along your shaky thigh.
“Why don’t you come sit that pretty pussy on this cock, hm?”
Your hands rub faster at that, her tone and the way her fingers rub steadily against the pink plastic leaving your body begging for a release. “Yes, mommy.”
“Cmon, angel,” she murmurs, removing the hand from your clit and patting her lap.
You sit up, trying to regain composure before you actually lose it.
You hover above her and she holds your hand as you steady yourself, pushing the tip of her cock against your entrance. “Thats it, take your time, baby,” she soothes, stroking her length, holding it in place for you.
You ease yourself down onto her, sinking slowly as each vein disappears into your slick pussy, coating it with your juices.
“Mommy—” You gasp as the tip hits your cervix, squeezing Nancy’s hand as you get use to the fullness.
“Good girl…there you go, sweetheart.” She hold your waist, rocking you back and forth gently on her oversized cock. “Taking it so well…so good,” she breathes, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
You continue rocking back and forth, rolling your hips incessantly, finding the right spot that makes your toes curl.
After a little while of getting use to, you finally decide to lift your hips, slamming back down against her cock with ease with a sharp push.
“Fuckkk,” Nancy groans, her head falling back against the bed frame as your pussy falls back against her cock again and again.
You let out a needy moan, your breath catching every time you fuck back into her cock, walls clenching around her. Your tits bounce up and down as you ride her, and she squeezes each one possessively.
She leans forward and kisses your mouth, wet and sloppy without any rhythm as you pound into her. “So fucking hot,” she sighs in disbelief.
You whimper, filthy and desperate as your hips bounce up and down, and sweat dampens your forehead. “Mm so close, mommy,” you whimper, your hands pressed on her stomach as you fuck yourself on her cock, movements slowing as your pussy clenches.
“Yeah?” She whispers, her own breathing faulty, seeing how completely destroyed you look making her so incredibly wet.
“Lift up for me, pretty girl,” she says, lifting her hips, steadying herself with the headboard behind her as you become weightless on top of her.
She presses her hands on the mattress and begins fucking into you, cock thrusting in and out of your tired pussy.
You exhale sharply, lunging forward when your senses overpower with pleasure. “F-fuck,” you stammer, her hips moving with an electric amount of force.
“You like that?” Nancy breathes, pounding harder into your pussy as she watches your legs shake, knowing you’re so close.
“Uh huh,” is all you can manage, a cock drunk, disheveled mess.
She continues pressing her hips up against you, making you cry out into her ear, your body convulsing.
“Tell mommy how good she’s making you feel, baby—please,” she moans inaudibly, plastering kisses all over you wherever she can.
“Feels so good, mommy—g-gonna come,” you whine, eyebrows contorted and all you can let out are silent little screams, the pressure against your cervix drawing you closer to your release.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” she coaxes, hips thrusting in that same rhythm that brought you to this point.
And you have no other choice. Your legs squeeze together and shake violently as your pussy contracts around her cock, and you reach your peak, a wave of pleasure washing over you.
Your hands clutch at her abdomen, signalling for her to hold you closer as you ride out the last few waves. She wraps her hand around your waist and pulls you closer, sucking gently on your tits as you come down. “Such a good girl,” she whispers around your nipple, your hips rolling gently against her.
You wince as she pulls her cock out of you, and she leaves open mouthed kisses along your jaw, stroking your hair gently. “Easy, angel.”
When you’re left feeling empty she replaces that feeling, laying you down against her chest and serenading you.
“Such a sweet girl. Aren’t you, honey?” she purrs, peppering your face with tiny pecks.
You blush, hiding your face in her chest, but she just lifts it up, finger hooked under your chin. “All for me,” she whispers, kissing your temple. “All mine.”
