Heyy, I'm Isa. I'm a fanfiction writer from Europe and English isn't my native language, but I do write in English and I'm confident in it. I've been writing for years, I post all of my work on Tumbler and Ao3.
I'm a lesbian so I mainly write lesbian stuff. I prefer fluff and smut, but I will sometimes throw some angst in.
Favourite actresses to write about:
Kathryn Hahn (example: Agatha Harkness, Eve Fletcher)
Billie Piper (example: Isadora Capri)
Aubrey Plaza (example: Rio Vidal, MG Falcone)
Maya Hawke (example: Eleanor Levetan, Robin Buckley)
Fandoms I like to write about:
Arcane
Stranger Things
Marvel
WWE
Wednesday
What I won't write:
Anything with scat, incest, straight up rape. Not a big fan of watersports either. I can't think of anything else to be honest. I will refuse a request when I don't think I can do it or if it doesn't fit my morals.
Nancy stares at her almost naked self (save for printed baby blue underwear) in the mirror, jutting her bottom lip out slightly as she analyses different parts of her body.
suddenly, theres long, slim fingers coming from behind her, carressing her neck and shoulders. veiny hands run down along her chest and one focuses on cupping her breast while the other spares a few fingers to twist around her nipple.
The one focuses on the nipple, as the second starts to feel down her stomach, the bracelets catching on her skin ever so gently. The fingers start to rake their nails softly down the skin of her stomach, stopping just before the hem of her underwear. The painted index finger stretches the elastic before dipping the entire hand towards her pulsating clit.
Nancy gasps.
She shakes her head, and moves to put on the rest of her pajamas, sighing to herself.
She can't be thinking about that. That's not hers to think about. Not who she's supposed to be thinking about, ever. It should be Jonathan, or Steve, or any other man.
Summary: Nancy and Robin have a thing going on. Nothing serious. Just casual, right? And that is okay, because they are both on the same page... Right?
Warnings and mentions: Not beta read. Smut, praise, power dynamics (dom Nancy, sub Robin). Please tell me if I missed anything.
"Fuck, Robin. Just like that. You feel so good, with your pretty mouth on me."
Robin loves serving Nancy. It is everything she wants to do. So when Nancy asked her to "help her out," all she could do was exactly that.
That's why she is now on her own bed making love to Nancy's sweet pussy. Well, at least that is how she sees it. Nancy just needs someone to get her off, sick of Jonathon and Steve, and all men for that matter.
Nancy moans out once again when Robin merely lets her teeth slide across her clit. "You are better than anyone I've ever had. You are the best at this."
The girl between her legs feels conflicted with these words. Robin needs her friend to have everything she wants, so she gives her anything she asks. Yet, her heart longs for more.
Something beyond this weirdly intimate friendship, something to fall back on when she can no longer take the pressure of the world.
*
It started at a typical hang-out. It was a usual afternoon, on a usual Friday, after Nancy had called Robin for attention as usual.
"You can sit down on my bed if you'd like. I'm just grabbing my nail polish, you really need yours redone," Nancy said as she walked into her own bedroom, Robin at her heels.
Robin did as she said, sitting down on the princess pink bed. "You have black and dark red nail polish?"
The brunette, browsing in her drawer, chuckled at this. "Of course not, we are doing one of my pretty colours for you." She then held up a lilac shade and something yellowish. "Pick."
"Use the purple one, if you insist," Robin groaned.
Nancy sat down on the bed and opened the bottle, delicately taking Robin's hand in hers. "I saw Jonathan yesterday. I was picking up Mike from his place, but they were playing some fantasy game, so I had to talk with Jonathan," she had said with a prickle of annoyance.
The blonde dodged eye contact as her friend painted her nails. "How did that go down?"
"It was uneasy. He just kept looking at me like he wanted something more. That was when I knew we could never just be friends," Nancy sighed whilst finishing off the last nail on Robin's left hand. "I'm just so fucking horny, though."
Robin had audibly gasped at this. "Nancy Wheeler! You, miss perfect, just said the H word? Out loud? About yourself?"
The brunette almost got nail polish on Robin's arm, giving her a playful push. "So what? I haven't been miss perfect since the gate opened, and I really am horny."
"Okay, okay. I get it, I really do. Late spring always gets me worked up, it's like a curse," Robin replied with an exhale filled with exhaustion.
That was when a mischievous smile had crept onto Nancy's face. "Well... Since we are both horny, why don't we just fuck?" Nancy had asked, putting Robin's right hand down to dry.
"You're joking, right? You do not actually want to have sex with me. Nancy, you know I am bad at reading tones and expressions," the blonde rambled.
Nancy had gone to lie down on her stomach, head in her hands, saying: "We are good friends, we are both girls, we are both horny ánd the two of us are very attractive. Why wouldn't we?"
Robin blushed at Nancy's words. Pretty? She had thought. Her? "Well, if that is what you really want..."
"I really do. Only if you want to, of course." Nancy had stated.
Instead of answering vocally, Robin had leaned down, tilted her friend's chin with her finger, and kissed her.
*
Nancy is grinding up on Robin's face. The parts had quickly been sorted when they started being intimate with each other; Nancy orders and Robin delivers.
Dominance and submission is what Robin believes it is called. She has seen quite a couple of spicy movies when she was working at family video, just because she was curious and she could.
"I'm gonna cum, Robbie. Make me cum." It isn't a question, Nancy doesn't ask her friend for pleasure. She expects it, she is in charge.
Robin holds onto Nancy's thighs with both her hands, moving her tongue faster. She knows Nancy likes her groping, she loves the feeling of the blonde's hands on her body.
It works every time, and this is proven again by Nancy's high-pitched cry and spasm of her legs. She comes hard, and her wetness seeps onto Robin's tongue.
"Good girl, Robin. You did so well, made me see stars." Nancy looks down at her friend - still between her legs - and plays with her hair. "I'm never gonna date again."
The euphoric feeling of praise quickly fades away into an anxious feeling in Robin's stomach. Nancy doesn't feel anything for her. She sees her as a friend, a fuck buddy and nothing more.
"Yeah," Robin sighs. She gets off her belly and sits on the edge of Robin's bed.
Nancy follows after letting the post-orgasmic exhaustion wave wash over her. "We are not done yet, get back on the bed." She is using her dominant voice.
The blonde knows the intention behind Nancy's words. She knows how her friend - or dom in this occasion - wants to tie her up and fuck her into oblivion with her fingers or some toy from under her bed.
Usually, this works. Robin listens to Nancy without even thinking, obediently being her slut. This time, it is like something has broken the spell that almost makes her come in her pants when Nancy uses her dom voice. Robin is definitely not up for another round.
"Is it okay if we just... hang? I swear I really enjoyed eating you out, I just don't feel like it this time, for whatever reason..." Robin admits softly, facing her shoes instead of the brunette she's addressing.
Silence falls for a couple of seconds. "Of course, totally. I don't want to pressure you into anything you don't want. Normally, you are into this, is all." The domineering tone has disappeared when Nancy speaks again.
"I know, Nance. I really am, and I'm glad you know me like that. I just don't feel like being touched right now, I just want to spend some quality time together. If that's okay?" Robin says panicky. She doesn't want to upset Nancy or make her feel unsexy for that matter.
Luckily, a genuine smile appears on the brunette's face. "It's alright! We just sit on your balcony? Talk a little, drink something..."
*
Just like that, the two of them have moved to the small balcony, a spot they often use to drink. Like the troubled teens they are (actually, nineteen now), it did not take them long to find a drink in Nancy's car.
Robin is mixing the vodka up with some type of sweet juice she found in the fridge, pouring it into cups.
"This is gonna taste like ass," Nancy remarks with a grimace. Still, she takes the cup from Robin, bringing it up to her lips.
The blonde shakes her head. "You usually enjoy ass, I think this will taste like actual petrol." She smirks, knowing Nancy is gonna want to push her into position right at this moment.
Nancy winces at the drink, or her words, Robin isn't sure. "Petrol, it is. I really do like your cute ass."
It's humiliating to be blushing at her friend who is calling her butt hole 'cute,' but Robin sure is.
"Jonathon and Steve would have never let me lick them there. Sure, they would do it to each other, though." Nancy is chuckling at her own mention of her ex boyfriends.
Nancy's words soothe the wound on Robin's heart. She isn't only better than her friend's ex boyfriends, but Nance makes it sound like she is actually dating her.
"So boring, those guys. They haven't even hooked up yet," Robin states. She takes a sip of the disgusting drink, feeling it burn down her throat.
The brunette just chuckles but stays silent. Her hair looks nice in the wind, and there is this post orgasm glaze over her eyes still.
Robin wonders if Nancy has ever thought about the possibility of liking her in a deeper way. Beyond the sex, liking Robin in the way she was into Jonathon.
"Hey, Robin? Is there a reason why you didn't want me to pleasure you earlier?" Nancy asks, interrupting Robin's thoughts.
For a moment, Robin contemplates telling Nancy what's really on her chest. Then she remembers everything that she could lose if Nancy really didn't like her that way. She could lose her best friend, she could lose the only way for her to have sex with another girl.
"I'm not sure, Nance. Just wasn't in the mood for it all of a sudden. You know I deal with anxiety? Sometimes, it just shows up out of the blue." It isn't completely a lie, Robin does really have a lot of anxiety, and it is partially the reason why she didn't want to go on.
Nancy nods, a sympathetic look in her eyes. "That makes sense. I would never pressure you into something you do not want, Robbie."
The dirty blonde takes a sip of her petrol-like drink. "It's okay, Nance. You haven't pressured me into anything."
"Can I stay over tonight? I just feel in need of some closure," Nancy asks in a softer voice, like she is afraid Robin will reject her.
Nothing is less true because Robin's heart jumps at the suggestion. Her parents aren't home anyway. "Sure! Do you need anything from home?"
Nancy shakes her head. "I'm fine, thank you. I can't wait to cuddle up with you tonight."
The sentence makes Robin blush.
*
After even more drinking and talking, the two young women are cooking something up in the kitchen. Robin has gathered a couple of ingredients, and Nancy is trying to think of how they can taste somewhat good.
This is how it would be, Robin thinks. It leads her to fantasise about her utopian future with Nancy. Utopia; the most perfect but most impossible way of life.
Nancy, having learned everything about cooking from her mother, knows exactly what goes well together and where to start off. This way Robin ends up exactly where she wants to be; commanded around by Nancy who is doing all the important work.
It takes less than half an hour before a proper meal is on the table. Usually when Robin is home alone with random ingredients, she just eats something very easy and bland. With Nancy, she ended up making some kind of lasagna soup that truly hits the spot.
"I think we did well together, investigating isn't the only thing we are good at as a team." Nancy is sitting at the table across from Robin, it all is giving the illusion of a date. (Especially with the candle light the dirty blonde insisted on.)
Robin nods with a chuckle. "It's not like I did anything. Well, I tossed you some ingredients, nothing special."
Nancy clicks her tongue. "Still teamwork," she says and goes back to eating in a comfortable silence. She then looks up from her bowl at Robin. "How do you think it would be to live together in the future?"
Surprised is an understatement, as Robin's brain totally short-circuits. Living with Nancy. She had thought about it, but had Nancy too? It sure seemed so.
Robin was about to open her mouth when the brunette speaks. "As roommate in college, or after college when we are both working. It would be so much fun."
Of course. Nancy doesn't like Robin that way. She doesn't fancy her. Robin has to get out of her head, stop dreaming, face reality. "Yeah, I was actually just thinking about that, it would be nice." Except, Robin wasn't thinking exactly the same as the pretty brunette sitting across from her.
Robin wants more.
Authors note: Idk man, deal with it. Open ending because I actually do not know.
the thing is that the epilogue robin outfit looks so much more in line with the clothes nancy made her wear for pennhurst than the clothes robin wore literally any other time in the show so like how are we supposed to conclude anything other than thag shes wearing nancys clothes again. because she slept over at nancys. because they
Listen, fics with Nancy being unable to take the leap and leave Jonathan for Robin is great and all but just… Just imagine… Immediately post S5, Pre-Epilogue Ronance where Nancy admits she has a crush on Robin and Robin admits she has a crush on Nancy but, this time, it’s Robin that can’t take the leap and leave Vickie. Both of them know the feelings are requited. They keep having these charged, tense moments. Nancy has to just watch as Vickie curls into Robin’s side or sweetly kisses her or makes Robin laugh, and she wishes more than anything that she was in Vickie’s place.
But Nancy feels the need to bottle up her feelings because she kinda agrees with Robin’s unspoken worry. Why should she expect Robin to trust her after what Steve has surely told her all about? Why should Vickie’s heart be broken amidst all of this? She didn’t do anything and she seems to really, truly love Robin. What if Nancy is wrong and these feelings fizzle out just like they did for Steve and Jonathan, except now Robin has lost her best chance at finding love? It’s not like Hawkins is overflowing with gay women… Can’t Nancy just live with Robin being her best friend? Find some new guy and pretend she likes him the same way she likes Robin?
Jonathan's "You don't actually want to hear what I think, you just want me to tell you how great they are."
vs
"Nancy's a genius-", even though they're at that point because Robin put her conspiracy goggles on, nonetheless, she gives Nancy all the credit.
It's less about what's objectively beneficial for a person to hear, but more about what that person is starving for. Nancy is already a logical person, she doesn't want or need a partner who problem solves her emotions. She just needs someone to be there and comfort her, validate her, let her know she is not overreacting, something Jon failed to do in S3 (I know i bash on Jonathan a lot, that's only because I'm not discussing his POV. His concerns and emotions are valid at times. he just is not a good romantic partner for Nancy. at all. he'd be a great boyfriend to some other girl.)
Ted gaslights the shit out of Karen. Nancy grew up around that, dude. So that argument in the car probably terrified her so so badly...that this person that she trusts to keep her safe, physically, and emotionally, just stunned her, pulled the rug right from under her. For a child of neglect, who comes from a home where there's no love between their parents? That does more than hurt. That reinforces the environment that she grew up in. That tells her that she is crazy, that she is overly sensitive and ridiculous for wanting validation, that the only thing she has to look forward to is the life her mother chose. That is a child's worst fear.
So just imagine Nancy finding out that Robin loves Anna Karenina, that one instance she's sorting through her articles and Robin asks what they are. Nancy brushes them off but Robin persists, reading one. Then another. Then another. Then another. She loves them. She soaks them up like a sponge, she rambles on and on about them. And Nancy is stunned. Not like how she was in the car. But stunned because something- someone, managed to prove her reality wrong, and possibly untangle every knot that was formed because.
Just thinking about Nancy figuring out she likes girls. That she likes Robin, in particular.
Slightly NSFW! Tits involved. Characters are of age, obviously.
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Nancy would be out on one of her little side quests with Robin. She already enjoyed being around Robin more than the guys, who were constantly bickering (mainly about her).
So this time, she had just driven up to Robin's house and asked her to go with her on an adventure. Which Robin, of course, agreed to.
They would be walking in the forest, on the look for whatever Nancy thought she would find there, when Nance looked to her side. She was going to say something, when she fell completely silent.
It had not occurred to her before, she had not been looking, but this time she saw it. The outline of Robin's perky nipples through her shirt.
Robin was not wearing a bra, and that did something to Nancy. This was fine, Nancy was all for women reclaiming their bodies, yet it personally affected her in a way.
She looked away quickly when she noticed she had been staring, looking down at her feet and trying to gather her thoughts.
That's when she knew. Nancy had liked to see Robin's breasts through her shirt. She knew this warm feeling in her belly. It was pleasant. She liked seeing Robin's body, and she liked Robin, too.
The D*ffers treated Robin and her queerness and her relationship with Vickie as a prop and a means to an end, the same way they did with Byler in s4. The only reason Robin and Vickie kissed and the only reason their relationship got “developed” was directly in service to help Will process his feelings. There’s a reason Will and Robin’s relationship kind of rubbed me the wrong way (even tho I love them don’t get me wrong), and it’s because these weren’t two queer people’s storylines being written alongside each other. This was a lesbian and her lesbian relationship being used as a plot device to help a gay man work through his identity. Robin deserved her own lesbian storyline and relationship that didn’t merely serve to prop up the Mike and Will storyline.
Summary: Nancy invites Robin over for a sleepover on a hot day. A night of snacks, movies and makeovers ends in a post-orgasm haze.
Warnings and mentions: Not beta read. Smut, biting, slight pain kink, praise kink, dominant switch Nancy, submissive switch Robin. Please tell me if I missed any.
Nancy Wheeler's room is soft and cosy. The light tints of the wallpaper, fluffy throw blankets and pillows, the rose and caramel scented candles. God, even the flames look gentle in Nancy's space. It is nothing like the hardcore young woman Robin has seen fighting demogorgons and even Vecna with her guns.
Yet, it is Nancy. It is the side of Nancy that did not lose her best friend at a pool party. The part of her that didn't have to learn to fight at a young age. And Robin was invited into it.
This was actually Robin's first ever girls sleepover. Kate offered when she was in freshman year, but she never really felt like it. When Nancy asked, she didn't even have to think for a second. She already blurted out a 'yes of course!' when Nance was barely done speaking.
So now, the dirty blonde sapphic is sitting on her friend's bed who told her to wait whilst she got some snacks. Robin has already gone through the room before to find all kinds of interesting things, yet she keeps looking around and enjoying spending some time in a REAL girl's room. Of course, she is also a real girl, but she is not as much of a real girl as Nancy.
So now Robin knows secrets that Nancy doesn't even know she knows. Like the middle drawer of her bedside table that has a baby blue box which contains a couple of condoms, lube and a small black silicone vibrator. Cheeky Nancy, Robin thinks with a chuckle.
"What are you giggling about?" Nancy smiles stepping into her own bedroom with two bags of crips, three bars of chocolate and a two-litre bottle of cherry coke. She sits down next to Robin on the bed and spreads the food on the bed.
Robin tugs her hair behind her ear saying, "nothinggg," trying to look extra suspicious because the thought of talking with the brunette about pleasure toys actually seems pretty fun.
The tone works, because next thing Nancy is giving her friend a gentle shove. "Spill it, Buckley."
"Well, if you insist, I may or may not have gone through your drawers." Robin casually leans back into the pillows on the bed and smirks in a way that makes Nancy blush.
The brunette gasps and covers her face with her hands. "I swear to god, Robin. You need to stop snooping around my room! What did you find this time?" Nancy is actually pretty embarrassed; she already has a feeling of what her friend saw.
Robin speaks softly. "I fear I may have found your sex box, Wheeler." She then does the unthinkable and winks.
"Jesus, why did you have to call it that? That is so not funny, Buckley," Nancy groans and covers her face with a blanket this time. Part of her already knew that this was the thing Robin had to find. She feels like she shouldn't feel ashamed about this in front of another girl her age, but she still does.
"It's so funny that you are more shocked about what I call it than me finding it," Robin says.
Nancy hears a bag of crisps being opened and stops covering her face with the blanket. "No, I am shocked about both. Anyway, what do you have to say about it?" She snatches the bag from Robin and pops a crisp into her mouth.
Robin shakes her head. "Nah, I think it is cool. I'm not one of those basic girls you used to hang out with. It's not like we don't all do it..."
"Do what, Buckley? I dare you to say it out loud."
Now it is Robin's time to blush. She has never actually talked about this with anyone. Sure, she has talked about sex with Steve, but this is a bit different, more personal.
Nancy grins at her. "What, cat got your tongue?" The dirty blonde starts feeling a warm sensation in her lower belly as her friend makes eye contact but convinces herself that it is because of the sensitive topic.
"I meant, it is not like we don't all fuck ourselves," Robin speaks up with a daring tone. She watches as Nancy nods with approval, then pulls the bag of crisps back into her own hands.
An hour later, Nancy and Robin are painting their nails and listening to music. Robin always has black nails, ever since she decided to rebel and be her true self in sophomore year. Nancy, however, is insisting on doing at least two of her nails another colour on each hand. How could Robin not let Nancy 'Walk 'Em Down' Wheeler do anything she wants?
So that is how Robin Buckley ends up with black nails, but a greyish blue on her middle and ring fingers. "A bit of me." As Nancy had stated it. The dirty blonde has trouble not making one of the lesbian jokes she usually makes with Steve. Even if it would not out her, she wouldn't want to make Nance feel uncomfortable.
"You actually look gorgeous, Birdie," Nancy has a brush in her hand and goes through her friend's hair smoothly.
Robin taps her fingers, with now dried nails, on her sleepover host's desk. "Birdie is actually ridiculous. Can't you think of something better?" She pouts.
With that, Nancy gives her a light tug on her hair. "Don't act up now. I know you love it. Also, would you prefer Robbie, then?" The standing girl chuckles and continues to brush hair even though it is already free of knots.
"Hell no!" Robin replies with a whine. 'Did I really just whine because my friend pulled on my hair?' She thinks to herself. She then decides to ignore it, since Nancy didn't notice either. "Thank you, by the way. For saying I'm gorgeous. You are quite the stunner as well."
Nance puts the brush down and goes through Robin's hair with her fingers now. It is really short and thick. Pretty easy to maintain and really smooth. Robin smiles softly, Nancy smiles back through the mirror.
It is two in the morning after a wild night of sleepover activities. By now, Nancy has decided for it to be time to go to sleep. Robin instantly agreed, she usually pretty much keeps to a fair sleep schedule, so this is late enough for her.
"Hey, Robin, it is pretty warm, so I was thinking about just sleeping in a shirt tonight. What do you think?" Nancy is wearing a pink striped t-shirt and joggers but is indicating taking the latter off.
Robin looks at her friend with parted lips, before agreeing with her. "Yeah, of course. I was thinking the same. Also, do you have an extra mattress or something? I mean, I could just sleep on the floor, but that would make it lots easier."
Nancy is already stripping off her joggers when she pauses. "Were you really expecting me to let you sleep on the floor? My bed is big enough for two, you're just sleeping with me. Unless... Is there a reason why you don't want to?" She looks somewhat confused. She always just sleeps in the bed with female friends at sleepovers. Did she make Robin uncomfortable?
"No! No absolutely, that is really nice. I don't know, oftentimes people don't want me that close to them or something... Not that it matters," Robin stumbles out, obviously nervous. She is thinking about how Nancy would react if she knew Robin was into girls, would she be creeped out? She for sure wouldn't want a... homosexual... to sleep in a bed with her.
Nancy just smiles and flips over some of the fluffy blankets on her bed. As she mentioned before, it is quite hot, so she doesn't have a thick comforter on it. "Get in then."
Robin scrambles to take off her joggers, just like Nancy did, and climbs into the cosy bed next to her best friend. She believes the contrast between Nancy's soft pink shirt and her grey Stevie Nicks shirt is beautiful in a way.
The dirty blonde takes a few sips of water before making herself comfortable. Nancy is already cuddled up in the pillows, facing her. 'God, she really looks cute like that,' Robin thinks.
"Nightlight on or off?" Nancy whispers as Robin lies back in the bed. They are now facing each other.
There is not a lot of light coming from the lamp on Nancy's bedside table, just enough to allow reading and see a little around the room. "Keep it on? If that is okay with you."
Nancy nods. "Of course it is, or I wouldn't have asked. I keep it like that a lot of the time, especially after everything that has happened." She locks her eyes with Robin's. She almost reaches out to touch her friend's messy hair but catches herself.
Robin moves her head up and down the slightest bit in understanding. "Do you get the nightmares? Like, really often?" Her voice is reduced to a small whisper.
The brunette just nods. She then impulsively scoots closer to Robin and holds her tight, before closing her eyes. Nancy lets out a sigh, as if she has been waiting to do this for ages, and maybe she has.
Her best friend wraps her arms around her after a second. It takes Robin a second to take in the situation, but she then also closes her eyes and cuddles up.
Both girls notice it, concurrently. They haven't felt this safe in a long time.
Nancy rolls herself up smaller, burying her head in between the taller girl’s chest and chin. Robin allows this to happen and smoothly presses a small kiss on the brunette's crown. Best friends give each other head kisses, right?
They lie cuddled up like that for a bit, trying to get to sleep. Except, neither of them really gets to that point. Are they tired? Sure. Can they get to sleep? No, for whatever reason they cannot. Robin feels herself starting to get a bit sweaty. Is it that warm being snuggled by Nancy, or is there another reason behind it?
Then it comes, the real turning point of the night. A soft whimper from Nancy, it has a hint of complaint and satisfaction alike. "Robbie."
The taller girl feels her heart skipping a beat, then it starts to race. Nance used a nickname no friend has ever used for her before, and it is doing something to her. Or maybe it is the way she used it, so desperate, so deep.
She opens her eyes and looks down at the girl curled up against her. "What is it, Nance?" She tries to keep her voice levelled but is not sure whether she succeeded.
Nancy now opens her eyes as well, looking up at Robin. Then she starts moving to sit up, reluctantly rising out of her friend's arms.
Said friend was just missing the feeling of the shorter girl against her as she slipped out of her arms, when she picks up on what Nancy is about to do. Her hands moving towards the hem of her pink t-shirt.
"No, N-Nance, don't..." But Robin is too late to stop Nancy as she pulls the fabric over her head, exposing her bare chest whilst still looking into the dirty blonde's eyes. Robin might as well have died right there; with the way Nancy has her gaze captured.
The shorter girl then lies back down. Her bare chest is against Robin's now, returning to the cuddled-up state. "Please hold me again, Robbie," she says in a whisper. Robin cannot do anything other than comply. Her arms fold back around Nancy, her hands resting on the bare back. She shivers at the feeling.
Nancy feels it too. She sighs as she relaxes all her muscles in Robin's grip. Then she looks at her in a way Robin would have never imagined Nancy to do. It takes just a split second before their lips meet in a soft but needy kiss.
"I need you."
The brunette rolls Robin over on her back so she can climb on top, deepening the kiss. Her hands come up to cradle her friend's face. She softly grinds down on Robin's thigh, as an automatic mechanism.
Robin now finally lets herself look down at Nancy's undies. They are a nice dark green, something Robin would not have expected her Nance to wear. It does make her feel special. It looks like the shorter girl picked out her underwear just for Robin Buckley, only for her.
Her hands are still on Nancy's back, but slide to her shoulders when Nancy takes what is supposed to be a break of a second long to look at the girl underneath her. Robin, however, refuses to let her go back to the making out session by holding her back by her shoulders.
"Nance, what is the meaning of this? What are we doing?" The taller girl is in desperate need of clarity, which only Nancy can give her.
Nancy takes a deep breath, trying to find a way to phrase her feelings. She finds the answers in Robin's eyes. "I- Let's say I know that you like girls. I have known for a while now."
The girl underneath her tries to sit up, her eyes blown, but Nancy shushes her back down. "How?"
The slender fingers of Nancy Wheeler move in circles over the side of Robin's face, as a way of easing her while trying to briefly explain the millions of things that are going on.
"Kind of in multiple ways. Jonathan has mentioned it once or twice, the way you were with Vickie a couple of years ago. He notices these things, like with Will, you know?" Nancy keeps a close eye on the tiny spasms in Robin's face. "Also, I figured you were into girls by the little drawings and phrases on your shoes."
Robin gasps. "You studied my shoes? Miss Wheeler!" But it doesn't seem to faze her by the way she chuckles.
Her friend nods, a smile tugging on the corner of her mouth. "'Won't go down in history, but will go down on your sister.' Very smooth, Buckley."
The dirty blonde just hides her face in her hands, giving Nancy her freedom to move back by releasing her shoulders.
She takes that freedom, moving her face down closer to Robin's. Nance then removes the hands from her face, bringing them up above her head. Robin was already stunned by this move, but even more when Nancy whispers: "You shall have to prove that to me."
"W-What...?"
"Prove it to me. I'm someone's sister, if you didn't notice. Go down on me, help me fall asleep," Nancy exclaims before pressing her lips back against Robin's soft, full ones. She is still holding the dirty blonde's hands above her head, giving her feelings of power.
Robin feels like she is drowning in Nancy. In a good way, a great way. She meets Nancy's tongue when it tries to claim her mouth, lets all of it wash over her like waves of the sea flowing all around you when resting on the shore.
Nancy changes her grip around Robin's wrists to one hand, sneaking the other down to her waist, slipping underneath the Stevie Nicks shirt. She first smiles into the kiss as the girl underneath her squirms at the contact but immediately pulls back when she notices Robin is trying to talk to her.
"Are we really gonna do this? Like... have sex? Because... because..." Robin's breathing is a lot less controlled than before. The brunette immediately pulls her hand away from under Robin's shirt in fear of causing the anxious outburst.
"What is it? Talk to me. You can trust me, I won't do anything you do not want," Nancy coos.
Robin feels assured by the way the girl on top of her talks to her, and listens. It is her best friend after all. What could go wrong?
"Well, first of all, I haven't done this before. I know you have had Ste-," she was about to mention Steve and Jonathon, but quickly catches herself before saying the exes' names during this intimate moment, "boyfriends before, but the most I have done is..."
Nancy notices Robin having trouble talking about intimacy, from the pace of her speech and the increasing redness on her face. "Hey, it's okay. You have literally seen my vibrator just hours ago, I am not going to shame you for any words you use."
The dirty blonde once again takes a deep breath. "Uhm, well, you know, I have touched myself before. Like, really often- God you don't need to know that, sorry." Nancy just chuckles and presses a kiss to her forehead, bringing a lighter mood into the room.
Robin continues. "The thing is that I have a really hard time finishing. I do get there eventually, but it takes me a bit longer, I think. Of course I don't know how it is with a partner, but I just needed to say that before we are uh... going at it and you get the feeling that you're doing something wrong."
It is silent for a few seconds, both of them processing. Then Nancy speaks up. "That's fine. Thanks for telling me. I have never done this with a girl either, but the bar is pretty low. Jonathon didn't last and Steve was always really absent after." She audibly swallows.
"I'm sorry, I promise I'll be better," Robin says and presses a kiss on Nancy's cheek. Nance is so sweet with her, she wants to be sweet for her back.
"Well, what if you just show me your talent first. Use your mouth on me. It will give you time to get all wet and needy for me."
Robin whimpers at Nancy's words. She did not expect for the brunette to get back into it like a shot. However, Nancy doesn't give Robin the time to process before getting back to kissing her neck.
In between the soft kisses Nancy makes the decision to turn them around, so the dirty blonde is on top of her. Nancy makes sure Robin is positioned comfortably, straddling her with her thighs on either side of her hips.
The taller girl looks down at her in awe. Nancy shirtless underneath her. She is so, so beautiful. It is all Robin has ever wanted. She wants to reach down to touch her breasts, but something stops her, softly stroking her shoulder instead. Does Nancy really want this?
It is as if the girl underneath her read her mind, heard the question, because suddenly Robin is pulled down by her hair. Nancy guides her mouth to her chest. Robin whines at the sensation of her friend pulling on her hair, before taking Nancy's nipple in her mouth hungrily.
"Oh, you like that? I'll keep that in mind." Nancy groans as Robin grazes her teeth along her sensitive nipple. She joins her other hand in the dirty blonde hair, messing the already messy hair even more up.
Robin switches to her other nipple, licking and sucking. She loves the way the soft peak feels under her tongue, loves the way it erects from stimulation. She then is rewarded with a "fuck, Robin," from Nance.
It winds her up, leading her to suck and lap harder. Nancy starts releasing small whimpers. 'Nance was right,' the taller girl thinks. She is indeed getting worked up by helping the brunette out first. The slick feeling is evident between her thighs.
"Hurry up, baby. I need you. I need this warm tongue against my swollen clit." Nancy is dragging Robin down by her hair once again, this time to her lower regions.
Robin whines out. 'Cute,' Nancy decides. Her underwear is drenched as she tugs it down a bit before signalling for Robin to get it off the rest of this way.
"Nancy, oh my god." The dirty blonde is staring right at Nancy's slick pussy.
Nancy just chuckles. "You like it? Get down there." She then pulls Robin right into it by her hair, forcing the taller girl down into her cunt. No time for any more foreplay, right to the sensitive nub between her folds.
A loud moan cuts through the silence of Nancy's bedroom when Robin licks up her slit. She gathers the wetness on her tongue, humming at the sour, slightly salty but sweet in a way taste of the girl under her.
Then Robin starts eating her out like she has been starved for weeks. Flat, messy, wet licks over Nancy's folds whilst hearing the way she is having trouble keeping her breathing steady. Robin is loving it.
Nancy starts to tug on the dirty blonde hair even harder, encouraging Robin to pleasure her more precisely. This excites Robin. There is a burning, but also somewhat tickly feeling spreading over her scalp with each tug. She has a bit of a thing for pain, and Nancy is learning it.
The messy, flat licks start to change on demand. Robin is now using her tongue to target the clit more specifically. She flexes to muscles in her tongue to cover a smaller surface area but caress it harder.
"Yes! Buckley!" Nancy cries out. "You are so so good for me. Just a good, pathetic girl, eager to please her best friend. I bet you have been fantasising about this for a while, haven't you?"
The dirty talk does something to Robin. Praise and humiliation? It is so fucked up, but she enjoys it so much. It is like Nancy knows exactly what she likes. A strangled moan leaves her throat but is muffled by Nancy's pussy.
Robin looks up through her eyelashes to look at Nancy's pleasured expression. "Do you want my fingers, Nance?"
The brunette groans in frustration. She was so close before Robin left her cunt to ask the question. "No, Robbie, I NEED your fingers. Two. Two fingers, Robin. Now."
The sight of wetness leaking from her pussy in combination with Nancy's demands, cause Robin to whimper. She immediately gets back to work. Her tongue is on Nancy first, coaxing her back into bliss by stimulating her clit before bringing her fingers up to her entrance.
She does what her friend told her to do, circling the two fingers around the sensitive opening before pushing them in to her knuckles.
Nancy's hips move forward onto the long, slender fingers of the dirty blonde. She vaguely moans out something among the lines of 'baby' and 'right there.'
This is what Robin takes as a sign to start caressing her on the inside, her tongue now circling rhythmically on and around her clit. Her fingers are deep inside, moving out a bit with the 'come here' gestures Robin makes, that now match the rhythm of her mouth as well.
The tugs on the dirty blonde hair become stronger, as if Nancy is holding on to keep from falling. This would indicate that Robin is doing well, if it wasn't for the sigh of "so good" that the shorter girl let out.
Robin grazes her teeth along Nancy's sensitive nub and starts to move her hand move along with her fingers, to create more pressure. This makes Nancy moan loud in pleasure and makes her walls flutter. She is almost there, Robin knows it.
It doesn't take much longer for Nancy to fall over the edge when Robin sucks her clit into her mouth and rubs it with her tongue in short, strong movements.
A high pitch, strangled moan leaves her mouth as Nancy comes. Robin makes an effort to work her through her orgasm and drags it out as long as possible, her tongue going back to soft laps at the shorter girl's slit and her fingers moving softer.
Nancy's thighs start to shake from overstimulation, but Robin only stops licking up her juices when she physically starts to be pushed away by the girl underneath her.
"That was great, Robin. So fucking good," Nancy says as she stretches out and catches her breath.
Robin lies down next to her, slightly more nervous now that she isn't hidden between legs anymore and Nancy is not telling her what to do. The area around her mouth is covered in slick and her jaw is slightly sore, but she doesn't mind. She has waited for this moment.
She focuses on the deep breathing beside her. Robin is glad Nancy immediately gave her confirmation that she did well. The brunette was also right. Eating Nance out was a great warm up, this is proven by the damp feeling between her own legs.
However, Nancy doesn't seem to make any effort to return the favour. This makes Robin panic. What if Nancy doesn't want to help her out anymore?
That Nancy promised Robin to make her feel good doesn't mean she actually still wants to. Yet, they are having a sleepover, which would mean for Robin to be stuck at her best friend’s house with this aching feeling between her thighs.
She sneaks a look at the girl next to her. Nancy is staring up at the ceiling, a solvated look in her eyes. Still, no sign of acknowledging Robin's need.
Robin starts to rub her thighs together in hope for some relief. She is scared to ask Nancy to go down on her, so she stutters out a different question.
"Nance... Is it okay if I just... touch myself? I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do, but I'm really having trouble holding up here. I totally understand that you might not want to... you know."
Nancy stays quiet. Instead, she is looking at the dirty blonde in utter disbelief. Robin immediately rambles a: "Never mind, forget I asked."
But Nancy has a different idea, getting back on top of Robin and kissing her forehead. "Did you really think I do not want to fuck you? Baby, that was the best orgasm I've ever had. And even if it wasn't, I would still want to have my fingers deep in your pretty pussy."
With those words the flow is back. Robin sighs, the tension leaving her body. Nancy still wants her, she still wants Nancy.
After that kiss on Robin's forehead, Nancy works down to her neck. Robin shivers at the soft contact of her friend's lips to her skin. She closes her eyes in relaxation, ready to let Nance take control.
Nancy loves it. She loves taking control of the fragile, nervous girl underneath her. The only thing that bugs her is the shirt that is still covering Robin's upper body. It has to go. So, Nancy tugs she shirt up, over the dirty blonde's head. She can finally see the perfect, pale skin of Robin's stomach. And her medium sized - slightly saggy - breasts.
Those alone are an invitation for Nancy to reach down and draw circles around her areolas with her fingertips. The touch is soft but makes Robin arch up into it. Nancy takes this as a sign to play with her already hardened nipples. Meanwhile her mouth is focused on her friend's neck.
"Nancy, Nancy, Nancy," Robin chants. She chants the name as if it's a boulder she is hanging onto.
Nancy just chuckles into her neck. "What is it, baby?"
A soft moan leaves Robin's mouth. She fucking loves the pet names. She has also known this for a while, as she once got extremely flustered when one of her mother's friends called her 'darling.'
She almost forgot to answer Nancy, when she feels a sting in her neck. Nancy has just bitten Robin. She actually bit her. And Robin liked it. "Yes! Gods, Nancy, I need you."
"That is not a very polite way to ask," Nancy tuts at her. "And what exactly do you need? Try again, use your words properly, this time."
Robin whimpers desperately. "Nance, would you please fuck me?"
The formal structure of the sentence, combined with the foul language, it really gets to Nancy.
"Well, aren't you just such a good girl?" Nancy's right hand leaves Robin's nipple, sliding down her body instead. It doesn't take long before the brunette's hand is on Robin's pussy, touching her lightly over her soaked underwear.
The now heavier breathing from Robin urges Nancy to go on. She first slides her fingers over the fabric a few times, not even pressing down. When the taller girl tries to close her legs, Nance bites her in her neck.
A desperate moan escapes Robin. She notices her mistake and spreads her legs for Nancy.
"You really like that, don't you, Robbie? You like a bit of pain. You like it when I bury my teeth in your delicate skin, or tug your hair when you need to listen," Nancy says in that sultry tone of hers. She then proceeds to slip her fingers under the elastic band of Robin's undies.
Robin lets out a shaky moan. "Yes, Nance. I love everything you do." She feels how Nancy lets her fingers go through the curly hair between her legs, before dipping lower and touching her clit.
The circles Nancy rubs around her clit are slow and careful. The brunette watches closely to see every single reaction Robin has to her touch, no matter how small. Like how her eyes flutter closed and how she bites her lip.
"Does that feel alright for you?" Nancy whispers, pressing a kiss to Robin's forehead.
The dirty blonde makes a sound of approval. "A bit faster, maybe?" Nancy immediately gives her what she asked for, as Robin's reward for expressing what she wants. A lot of girls are afraid to do that, Nance knows from personal experience.
Robin's thighs are slightly trembling, her facial expressions go from relaxed to focused, as if she is either trying to get there or trying to not get there that quickly.
Nancy takes it all in, and praises her for it, even though she doesn't know exactly what is going on in Robin's head. "You are doing well, Robbie. You are such a good girl."
"Oh my god, oh my god. I want to do good for you, Nance. I want to be your good girl so badly. I'm so sensitive, Nancy. I've never done this before. Ah, oh my god," Robin rambles and whines.
"I know, baby. I know that you are sensitive, I know that this is new for you, and I definitely know you want to be good," Nancy sweet talks the trembling girl underneath her. "And you áre doing well. I will get you there, sweetheart. Can I put my fingers inside of you?"
The dirty blonde writhes in pleasure with the pressure on her bundle of nerves, and the sweet words Nancy is whispering to her. "Oh, yes! Yes, please. Also, I love the pet names."
Nancy chuckles whilst circling Robin's entrance. "Here you go, pretty girl." The brunette pushes her middle finger in, making Robin gasp out loud.
"Oh, that feels good, Nance," Robin sighs. "Please go deep and slow, I love it that way. Also, a second finger, please?"
The finger Nancy has inside of Robin starts moving through the wetness. "You will take what I give you." Her expression is stern, so is her voice.
Robin stretches out as she lets the sensation of her friend's right hand rubbing her clit and the one finger of the left hand inside come over her.
"Good, make pretty noises for me." Nancy is coaxing soft moans from the taller girl's lips by curling her finger deep inside. "You want another finger, huh?"
Frantic pleading leaves Robin's mouth, her pussy squeezes around the brunette’s finger.
A second finger slips inside, and Nancy leans down to bite Robin's neck once more. Robin's hips start bucking again, she yells out Nancy's name. The girl on top lets her writhe this time.
"Shhh, Robbie, you can't be too loud." Nancy curls her fingers inside of the dirty blonde a couple more times, with the ever-consistent pressure of her finger on her clit, before Robin comes with a gasp.
She rides it out, Nancy helping her to come down. She didn't lie; she got Robin there.
"You did amazing Robin. I can't wait to do so much more with you. Maybe I will buy a couple of things for the next time, just for you."
Robin has already started to doze off. "Next time?"
Her sleepy voice makes Nancy fall in love. "Yes, next time. There will be so many more times, if that is okay with you?" She pulls her fingers out, hesitates a second about what to do with them before bringing them to Robin's lips.
The taller girl takes the fingers in her mouth, swirling her tongue around them and sucking gently. Nancy decides to see this as an answer to her question.
"Hey! Don't fall asleep yet." She suggests when she sees how Robin's eyes flutter closed. "You have to pee and we have to do aftercare. It is very important to avoid infections and settle down comfortably together."
This makes Robin laugh, softly. "Nancy Wheeler, ever the perfectionist." She listens, though, getting up with Nancy to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up together.
After washing each other off, going to the toilet, brush each other’s hair and sharing lots of kisses and blushes, the two finally curl up together in Nancy's soft bed. They hug tight and doze off with Robin's lips against Nancy's shoulder.
The next morning at breakfast, Robin is sitting at the table, waiting whilst Nancy is baking them pancakes in the kitchen.
Karen Wheeler, Nancy's mom, is also in the kitchen making eggs. She leans over from where she is standing next to her daughter, and whispers into her ear.
"She is really sweet. A bit loud though, maybe next time you should sleep over at her house or at least be asleep in the middle of the night."
"Mom!" Nancy exclaims in embarrassment, still whispering. A blush creeps up on her cheeks, her eyes remaining especially focus on the pancakes in front of her. "Thank you, though. For supporting who I am."
Author's note: I really hope you enjoyed this fic. I was actually planning on writing a 2k word long one shot, well, that became almost 6k. I will also be posting this one on ao3. I hope it gets the love it deserves.
This work is also out on AO3 now! I selected it as the perfect fic for my AO3 debut since it is by far the best I have ever written (in my own opinion, that is).
Summary: Nancy invites Robin over for a sleepover on a hot day. A night of snacks, movies and makeovers ends in a post-orgasm haze.
Warnings and mentions: Not beta read. Smut, biting, slight pain kink, praise kink, dominant switch Nancy, submissive switch Robin. Please tell me if I missed any.
Nancy Wheeler's room is soft and cosy. The light tints of the wallpaper, fluffy throw blankets and pillows, the rose and caramel scented candles. God, even the flames look gentle in Nancy's space. It is nothing like the hardcore young woman Robin has seen fighting demogorgons and even Vecna with her guns.
Yet, it is Nancy. It is the side of Nancy that did not lose her best friend at a pool party. The part of her that didn't have to learn to fight at a young age. And Robin was invited into it.
This was actually Robin's first ever girls sleepover. Kate offered when she was in freshman year, but she never really felt like it. When Nancy asked, she didn't even have to think for a second. She already blurted out a 'yes of course!' when Nance was barely done speaking.
So now, the dirty blonde sapphic is sitting on her friend's bed who told her to wait whilst she got some snacks. Robin has already gone through the room before to find all kinds of interesting things, yet she keeps looking around and enjoying spending some time in a REAL girl's room. Of course, she is also a real girl, but she is not as much of a real girl as Nancy.
So now Robin knows secrets that Nancy doesn't even know she knows. Like the middle drawer of her bedside table that has a baby blue box which contains a couple of condoms, lube and a small black silicone vibrator. Cheeky Nancy, Robin thinks with a chuckle.
"What are you giggling about?" Nancy smiles stepping into her own bedroom with two bags of crips, three bars of chocolate and a two-litre bottle of cherry coke. She sits down next to Robin on the bed and spreads the food on the bed.
Robin tugs her hair behind her ear saying, "nothinggg," trying to look extra suspicious because the thought of talking with the brunette about pleasure toys actually seems pretty fun.
The tone works, because next thing Nancy is giving her friend a gentle shove. "Spill it, Buckley."
"Well, if you insist, I may or may not have gone through your drawers." Robin casually leans back into the pillows on the bed and smirks in a way that makes Nancy blush.
The brunette gasps and covers her face with her hands. "I swear to god, Robin. You need to stop snooping around my room! What did you find this time?" Nancy is actually pretty embarrassed; she already has a feeling of what her friend saw.
Robin speaks softly. "I fear I may have found your sex box, Wheeler." She then does the unthinkable and winks.
"Jesus, why did you have to call it that? That is so not funny, Buckley," Nancy groans and covers her face with a blanket this time. Part of her already knew that this was the thing Robin had to find. She feels like she shouldn't feel ashamed about this in front of another girl her age, but she still does.
"It's so funny that you are more shocked about what I call it than me finding it," Robin says.
Nancy hears a bag of crisps being opened and stops covering her face with the blanket. "No, I am shocked about both. Anyway, what do you have to say about it?" She snatches the bag from Robin and pops a crisp into her mouth.
Robin shakes her head. "Nah, I think it is cool. I'm not one of those basic girls you used to hang out with. It's not like we don't all do it..."
"Do what, Buckley? I dare you to say it out loud."
Now it is Robin's time to blush. She has never actually talked about this with anyone. Sure, she has talked about sex with Steve, but this is a bit different, more personal.
Nancy grins at her. "What, cat got your tongue?" The dirty blonde starts feeling a warm sensation in her lower belly as her friend makes eye contact but convinces herself that it is because of the sensitive topic.
"I meant, it is not like we don't all fuck ourselves," Robin speaks up with a daring tone. She watches as Nancy nods with approval, then pulls the bag of crisps back into her own hands.
An hour later, Nancy and Robin are painting their nails and listening to music. Robin always has black nails, ever since she decided to rebel and be her true self in sophomore year. Nancy, however, is insisting on doing at least two of her nails another colour on each hand. How could Robin not let Nancy 'Walk 'Em Down' Wheeler do anything she wants?
So that is how Robin Buckley ends up with black nails, but a greyish blue on her middle and ring fingers. "A bit of me." As Nancy had stated it. The dirty blonde has trouble not making one of the lesbian jokes she usually makes with Steve. Even if it would not out her, she wouldn't want to make Nance feel uncomfortable.
"You actually look gorgeous, Birdie," Nancy has a brush in her hand and goes through her friend's hair smoothly.
Robin taps her fingers, with now dried nails, on her sleepover host's desk. "Birdie is actually ridiculous. Can't you think of something better?" She pouts.
With that, Nancy gives her a light tug on her hair. "Don't act up now. I know you love it. Also, would you prefer Robbie, then?" The standing girl chuckles and continues to brush hair even though it is already free of knots.
"Hell no!" Robin replies with a whine. 'Did I really just whine because my friend pulled on my hair?' She thinks to herself. She then decides to ignore it, since Nancy didn't notice either. "Thank you, by the way. For saying I'm gorgeous. You are quite the stunner as well."
Nance puts the brush down and goes through Robin's hair with her fingers now. It is really short and thick. Pretty easy to maintain and really smooth. Robin smiles softly, Nancy smiles back through the mirror.
It is two in the morning after a wild night of sleepover activities. By now, Nancy has decided for it to be time to go to sleep. Robin instantly agreed, she usually pretty much keeps to a fair sleep schedule, so this is late enough for her.
"Hey, Robin, it is pretty warm, so I was thinking about just sleeping in a shirt tonight. What do you think?" Nancy is wearing a pink striped t-shirt and joggers but is indicating taking the latter off.
Robin looks at her friend with parted lips, before agreeing with her. "Yeah, of course. I was thinking the same. Also, do you have an extra mattress or something? I mean, I could just sleep on the floor, but that would make it lots easier."
Nancy is already stripping off her joggers when she pauses. "Were you really expecting me to let you sleep on the floor? My bed is big enough for two, you're just sleeping with me. Unless... Is there a reason why you don't want to?" She looks somewhat confused. She always just sleeps in the bed with female friends at sleepovers. Did she make Robin uncomfortable?
"No! No absolutely, that is really nice. I don't know, oftentimes people don't want me that close to them or something... Not that it matters," Robin stumbles out, obviously nervous. She is thinking about how Nancy would react if she knew Robin was into girls, would she be creeped out? She for sure wouldn't want a... homosexual... to sleep in a bed with her.
Nancy just smiles and flips over some of the fluffy blankets on her bed. As she mentioned before, it is quite hot, so she doesn't have a thick comforter on it. "Get in then."
Robin scrambles to take off her joggers, just like Nancy did, and climbs into the cosy bed next to her best friend. She believes the contrast between Nancy's soft pink shirt and her grey Stevie Nicks shirt is beautiful in a way.
The dirty blonde takes a few sips of water before making herself comfortable. Nancy is already cuddled up in the pillows, facing her. 'God, she really looks cute like that,' Robin thinks.
"Nightlight on or off?" Nancy whispers as Robin lies back in the bed. They are now facing each other.
There is not a lot of light coming from the lamp on Nancy's bedside table, just enough to allow reading and see a little around the room. "Keep it on? If that is okay with you."
Nancy nods. "Of course it is, or I wouldn't have asked. I keep it like that a lot of the time, especially after everything that has happened." She locks her eyes with Robin's. She almost reaches out to touch her friend's messy hair but catches herself.
Robin moves her head up and down the slightest bit in understanding. "Do you get the nightmares? Like, really often?" Her voice is reduced to a small whisper.
The brunette just nods. She then impulsively scoots closer to Robin and holds her tight, before closing her eyes. Nancy lets out a sigh, as if she has been waiting to do this for ages, and maybe she has.
Her best friend wraps her arms around her after a second. It takes Robin a second to take in the situation, but she then also closes her eyes and cuddles up.
Both girls notice it, concurrently. They haven't felt this safe in a long time.
Nancy rolls herself up smaller, burying her head in between the taller girl’s chest and chin. Robin allows this to happen and smoothly presses a small kiss on the brunette's crown. Best friends give each other head kisses, right?
They lie cuddled up like that for a bit, trying to get to sleep. Except, neither of them really gets to that point. Are they tired? Sure. Can they get to sleep? No, for whatever reason they cannot. Robin feels herself starting to get a bit sweaty. Is it that warm being snuggled by Nancy, or is there another reason behind it?
Then it comes, the real turning point of the night. A soft whimper from Nancy, it has a hint of complaint and satisfaction alike. "Robbie."
The taller girl feels her heart skipping a beat, then it starts to race. Nance used a nickname no friend has ever used for her before, and it is doing something to her. Or maybe it is the way she used it, so desperate, so deep.
She opens her eyes and looks down at the girl curled up against her. "What is it, Nance?" She tries to keep her voice levelled but is not sure whether she succeeded.
Nancy now opens her eyes as well, looking up at Robin. Then she starts moving to sit up, reluctantly rising out of her friend's arms.
Said friend was just missing the feeling of the shorter girl against her as she slipped out of her arms, when she picks up on what Nancy is about to do. Her hands moving towards the hem of her pink t-shirt.
"No, N-Nance, don't..." But Robin is too late to stop Nancy as she pulls the fabric over her head, exposing her bare chest whilst still looking into the dirty blonde's eyes. Robin might as well have died right there; with the way Nancy has her gaze captured.
The shorter girl then lies back down. Her bare chest is against Robin's now, returning to the cuddled-up state. "Please hold me again, Robbie," she says in a whisper. Robin cannot do anything other than comply. Her arms fold back around Nancy, her hands resting on the bare back. She shivers at the feeling.
Nancy feels it too. She sighs as she relaxes all her muscles in Robin's grip. Then she looks at her in a way Robin would have never imagined Nancy to do. It takes just a split second before their lips meet in a soft but needy kiss.
"I need you."
The brunette rolls Robin over on her back so she can climb on top, deepening the kiss. Her hands come up to cradle her friend's face. She softly grinds down on Robin's thigh, as an automatic mechanism.
Robin now finally lets herself look down at Nancy's undies. They are a nice dark green, something Robin would not have expected her Nance to wear. It does make her feel special. It looks like the shorter girl picked out her underwear just for Robin Buckley, only for her.
Her hands are still on Nancy's back, but slide to her shoulders when Nancy takes what is supposed to be a break of a second long to look at the girl underneath her. Robin, however, refuses to let her go back to the making out session by holding her back by her shoulders.
"Nance, what is the meaning of this? What are we doing?" The taller girl is in desperate need of clarity, which only Nancy can give her.
Nancy takes a deep breath, trying to find a way to phrase her feelings. She finds the answers in Robin's eyes. "I- Let's say I know that you like girls. I have known for a while now."
The girl underneath her tries to sit up, her eyes blown, but Nancy shushes her back down. "How?"
The slender fingers of Nancy Wheeler move in circles over the side of Robin's face, as a way of easing her while trying to briefly explain the millions of things that are going on.
"Kind of in multiple ways. Jonathan has mentioned it once or twice, the way you were with Vickie a couple of years ago. He notices these things, like with Will, you know?" Nancy keeps a close eye on the tiny spasms in Robin's face. "Also, I figured you were into girls by the little drawings and phrases on your shoes."
Robin gasps. "You studied my shoes? Miss Wheeler!" But it doesn't seem to faze her by the way she chuckles.
Her friend nods, a smile tugging on the corner of her mouth. "'Won't go down in history, but will go down on your sister.' Very smooth, Buckley."
The dirty blonde just hides her face in her hands, giving Nancy her freedom to move back by releasing her shoulders.
She takes that freedom, moving her face down closer to Robin's. Nance then removes the hands from her face, bringing them up above her head. Robin was already stunned by this move, but even more when Nancy whispers: "You shall have to prove that to me."
"W-What...?"
"Prove it to me. I'm someone's sister, if you didn't notice. Go down on me, help me fall asleep," Nancy exclaims before pressing her lips back against Robin's soft, full ones. She is still holding the dirty blonde's hands above her head, giving her feelings of power.
Robin feels like she is drowning in Nancy. In a good way, a great way. She meets Nancy's tongue when it tries to claim her mouth, lets all of it wash over her like waves of the sea flowing all around you when resting on the shore.
Nancy changes her grip around Robin's wrists to one hand, sneaking the other down to her waist, slipping underneath the Stevie Nicks shirt. She first smiles into the kiss as the girl underneath her squirms at the contact but immediately pulls back when she notices Robin is trying to talk to her.
"Are we really gonna do this? Like... have sex? Because... because..." Robin's breathing is a lot less controlled than before. The brunette immediately pulls her hand away from under Robin's shirt in fear of causing the anxious outburst.
"What is it? Talk to me. You can trust me, I won't do anything you do not want," Nancy coos.
Robin feels assured by the way the girl on top of her talks to her, and listens. It is her best friend after all. What could go wrong?
"Well, first of all, I haven't done this before. I know you have had Ste-," she was about to mention Steve and Jonathon, but quickly catches herself before saying the exes' names during this intimate moment, "boyfriends before, but the most I have done is..."
Nancy notices Robin having trouble talking about intimacy, from the pace of her speech and the increasing redness on her face. "Hey, it's okay. You have literally seen my vibrator just hours ago, I am not going to shame you for any words you use."
The dirty blonde once again takes a deep breath. "Uhm, well, you know, I have touched myself before. Like, really often- God you don't need to know that, sorry." Nancy just chuckles and presses a kiss to her forehead, bringing a lighter mood into the room.
Robin continues. "The thing is that I have a really hard time finishing. I do get there eventually, but it takes me a bit longer, I think. Of course I don't know how it is with a partner, but I just needed to say that before we are uh... going at it and you get the feeling that you're doing something wrong."
It is silent for a few seconds, both of them processing. Then Nancy speaks up. "That's fine. Thanks for telling me. I have never done this with a girl either, but the bar is pretty low. Jonathon didn't last and Steve was always really absent after." She audibly swallows.
"I'm sorry, I promise I'll be better," Robin says and presses a kiss on Nancy's cheek. Nance is so sweet with her, she wants to be sweet for her back.
"Well, what if you just show me your talent first. Use your mouth on me. It will give you time to get all wet and needy for me."
Robin whimpers at Nancy's words. She did not expect for the brunette to get back into it like a shot. However, Nancy doesn't give Robin the time to process before getting back to kissing her neck.
In between the soft kisses Nancy makes the decision to turn them around, so the dirty blonde is on top of her. Nancy makes sure Robin is positioned comfortably, straddling her with her thighs on either side of her hips.
The taller girl looks down at her in awe. Nancy shirtless underneath her. She is so, so beautiful. It is all Robin has ever wanted. She wants to reach down to touch her breasts, but something stops her, softly stroking her shoulder instead. Does Nancy really want this?
It is as if the girl underneath her read her mind, heard the question, because suddenly Robin is pulled down by her hair. Nancy guides her mouth to her chest. Robin whines at the sensation of her friend pulling on her hair, before taking Nancy's nipple in her mouth hungrily.
"Oh, you like that? I'll keep that in mind." Nancy groans as Robin grazes her teeth along her sensitive nipple. She joins her other hand in the dirty blonde hair, messing the already messy hair even more up.
Robin switches to her other nipple, licking and sucking. She loves the way the soft peak feels under her tongue, loves the way it erects from stimulation. She then is rewarded with a "fuck, Robin," from Nance.
It winds her up, leading her to suck and lap harder. Nancy starts releasing small whimpers. 'Nance was right,' the taller girl thinks. She is indeed getting worked up by helping the brunette out first. The slick feeling is evident between her thighs.
"Hurry up, baby. I need you. I need this warm tongue against my swollen clit." Nancy is dragging Robin down by her hair once again, this time to her lower regions.
Robin whines out. 'Cute,' Nancy decides. Her underwear is drenched as she tugs it down a bit before signalling for Robin to get it off the rest of this way.
"Nancy, oh my god." The dirty blonde is staring right at Nancy's slick pussy.
Nancy just chuckles. "You like it? Get down there." She then pulls Robin right into it by her hair, forcing the taller girl down into her cunt. No time for any more foreplay, right to the sensitive nub between her folds.
A loud moan cuts through the silence of Nancy's bedroom when Robin licks up her slit. She gathers the wetness on her tongue, humming at the sour, slightly salty but sweet in a way taste of the girl under her.
Then Robin starts eating her out like she has been starved for weeks. Flat, messy, wet licks over Nancy's folds whilst hearing the way she is having trouble keeping her breathing steady. Robin is loving it.
Nancy starts to tug on the dirty blonde hair even harder, encouraging Robin to pleasure her more precisely. This excites Robin. There is a burning, but also somewhat tickly feeling spreading over her scalp with each tug. She has a bit of a thing for pain, and Nancy is learning it.
The messy, flat licks start to change on demand. Robin is now using her tongue to target the clit more specifically. She flexes to muscles in her tongue to cover a smaller surface area but caress it harder.
"Yes! Buckley!" Nancy cries out. "You are so so good for me. Just a good, pathetic girl, eager to please her best friend. I bet you have been fantasising about this for a while, haven't you?"
The dirty talk does something to Robin. Praise and humiliation? It is so fucked up, but she enjoys it so much. It is like Nancy knows exactly what she likes. A strangled moan leaves her throat but is muffled by Nancy's pussy.
Robin looks up through her eyelashes to look at Nancy's pleasured expression. "Do you want my fingers, Nance?"
The brunette groans in frustration. She was so close before Robin left her cunt to ask the question. "No, Robbie, I NEED your fingers. Two. Two fingers, Robin. Now."
The sight of wetness leaking from her pussy in combination with Nancy's demands, cause Robin to whimper. She immediately gets back to work. Her tongue is on Nancy first, coaxing her back into bliss by stimulating her clit before bringing her fingers up to her entrance.
She does what her friend told her to do, circling the two fingers around the sensitive opening before pushing them in to her knuckles.
Nancy's hips move forward onto the long, slender fingers of the dirty blonde. She vaguely moans out something among the lines of 'baby' and 'right there.'
This is what Robin takes as a sign to start caressing her on the inside, her tongue now circling rhythmically on and around her clit. Her fingers are deep inside, moving out a bit with the 'come here' gestures Robin makes, that now match the rhythm of her mouth as well.
The tugs on the dirty blonde hair become stronger, as if Nancy is holding on to keep from falling. This would indicate that Robin is doing well, if it wasn't for the sigh of "so good" that the shorter girl let out.
Robin grazes her teeth along Nancy's sensitive nub and starts to move her hand move along with her fingers, to create more pressure. This makes Nancy moan loud in pleasure and makes her walls flutter. She is almost there, Robin knows it.
It doesn't take much longer for Nancy to fall over the edge when Robin sucks her clit into her mouth and rubs it with her tongue in short, strong movements.
A high pitch, strangled moan leaves her mouth as Nancy comes. Robin makes an effort to work her through her orgasm and drags it out as long as possible, her tongue going back to soft laps at the shorter girl's slit and her fingers moving softer.
Nancy's thighs start to shake from overstimulation, but Robin only stops licking up her juices when she physically starts to be pushed away by the girl underneath her.
"That was great, Robin. So fucking good," Nancy says as she stretches out and catches her breath.
Robin lies down next to her, slightly more nervous now that she isn't hidden between legs anymore and Nancy is not telling her what to do. The area around her mouth is covered in slick and her jaw is slightly sore, but she doesn't mind. She has waited for this moment.
She focuses on the deep breathing beside her. Robin is glad Nancy immediately gave her confirmation that she did well. The brunette was also right. Eating Nance out was a great warm up, this is proven by the damp feeling between her own legs.
However, Nancy doesn't seem to make any effort to return the favour. This makes Robin panic. What if Nancy doesn't want to help her out anymore?
That Nancy promised Robin to make her feel good doesn't mean she actually still wants to. Yet, they are having a sleepover, which would mean for Robin to be stuck at her best friend’s house with this aching feeling between her thighs.
She sneaks a look at the girl next to her. Nancy is staring up at the ceiling, a solvated look in her eyes. Still, no sign of acknowledging Robin's need.
Robin starts to rub her thighs together in hope for some relief. She is scared to ask Nancy to go down on her, so she stutters out a different question.
"Nance... Is it okay if I just... touch myself? I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do, but I'm really having trouble holding up here. I totally understand that you might not want to... you know."
Nancy stays quiet. Instead, she is looking at the dirty blonde in utter disbelief. Robin immediately rambles a: "Never mind, forget I asked."
But Nancy has a different idea, getting back on top of Robin and kissing her forehead. "Did you really think I do not want to fuck you? Baby, that was the best orgasm I've ever had. And even if it wasn't, I would still want to have my fingers deep in your pretty pussy."
With those words the flow is back. Robin sighs, the tension leaving her body. Nancy still wants her, she still wants Nancy.
After that kiss on Robin's forehead, Nancy works down to her neck. Robin shivers at the soft contact of her friend's lips to her skin. She closes her eyes in relaxation, ready to let Nance take control.
Nancy loves it. She loves taking control of the fragile, nervous girl underneath her. The only thing that bugs her is the shirt that is still covering Robin's upper body. It has to go. So, Nancy tugs she shirt up, over the dirty blonde's head. She can finally see the perfect, pale skin of Robin's stomach. And her medium sized - slightly saggy - breasts.
Those alone are an invitation for Nancy to reach down and draw circles around her areolas with her fingertips. The touch is soft but makes Robin arch up into it. Nancy takes this as a sign to play with her already hardened nipples. Meanwhile her mouth is focused on her friend's neck.
"Nancy, Nancy, Nancy," Robin chants. She chants the name as if it's a boulder she is hanging onto.
Nancy just chuckles into her neck. "What is it, baby?"
A soft moan leaves Robin's mouth. She fucking loves the pet names. She has also known this for a while, as she once got extremely flustered when one of her mother's friends called her 'darling.'
She almost forgot to answer Nancy, when she feels a sting in her neck. Nancy has just bitten Robin. She actually bit her. And Robin liked it. "Yes! Gods, Nancy, I need you."
"That is not a very polite way to ask," Nancy tuts at her. "And what exactly do you need? Try again, use your words properly, this time."
Robin whimpers desperately. "Nance, would you please fuck me?"
The formal structure of the sentence, combined with the foul language, it really gets to Nancy.
"Well, aren't you just such a good girl?" Nancy's right hand leaves Robin's nipple, sliding down her body instead. It doesn't take long before the brunette's hand is on Robin's pussy, touching her lightly over her soaked underwear.
The now heavier breathing from Robin urges Nancy to go on. She first slides her fingers over the fabric a few times, not even pressing down. When the taller girl tries to close her legs, Nance bites her in her neck.
A desperate moan escapes Robin. She notices her mistake and spreads her legs for Nancy.
"You really like that, don't you, Robbie? You like a bit of pain. You like it when I bury my teeth in your delicate skin, or tug your hair when you need to listen," Nancy says in that sultry tone of hers. She then proceeds to slip her fingers under the elastic band of Robin's undies.
Robin lets out a shaky moan. "Yes, Nance. I love everything you do." She feels how Nancy lets her fingers go through the curly hair between her legs, before dipping lower and touching her clit.
The circles Nancy rubs around her clit are slow and careful. The brunette watches closely to see every single reaction Robin has to her touch, no matter how small. Like how her eyes flutter closed and how she bites her lip.
"Does that feel alright for you?" Nancy whispers, pressing a kiss to Robin's forehead.
The dirty blonde makes a sound of approval. "A bit faster, maybe?" Nancy immediately gives her what she asked for, as Robin's reward for expressing what she wants. A lot of girls are afraid to do that, Nance knows from personal experience.
Robin's thighs are slightly trembling, her facial expressions go from relaxed to focused, as if she is either trying to get there or trying to not get there that quickly.
Nancy takes it all in, and praises her for it, even though she doesn't know exactly what is going on in Robin's head. "You are doing well, Robbie. You are such a good girl."
"Oh my god, oh my god. I want to do good for you, Nance. I want to be your good girl so badly. I'm so sensitive, Nancy. I've never done this before. Ah, oh my god," Robin rambles and whines.
"I know, baby. I know that you are sensitive, I know that this is new for you, and I definitely know you want to be good," Nancy sweet talks the trembling girl underneath her. "And you áre doing well. I will get you there, sweetheart. Can I put my fingers inside of you?"
The dirty blonde writhes in pleasure with the pressure on her bundle of nerves, and the sweet words Nancy is whispering to her. "Oh, yes! Yes, please. Also, I love the pet names."
Nancy chuckles whilst circling Robin's entrance. "Here you go, pretty girl." The brunette pushes her middle finger in, making Robin gasp out loud.
"Oh, that feels good, Nance," Robin sighs. "Please go deep and slow, I love it that way. Also, a second finger, please?"
The finger Nancy has inside of Robin starts moving through the wetness. "You will take what I give you." Her expression is stern, so is her voice.
Robin stretches out as she lets the sensation of her friend's right hand rubbing her clit and the one finger of the left hand inside come over her.
"Good, make pretty noises for me." Nancy is coaxing soft moans from the taller girl's lips by curling her finger deep inside. "You want another finger, huh?"
Frantic pleading leaves Robin's mouth, her pussy squeezes around the brunette’s finger.
A second finger slips inside, and Nancy leans down to bite Robin's neck once more. Robin's hips start bucking again, she yells out Nancy's name. The girl on top lets her writhe this time.
"Shhh, Robbie, you can't be too loud." Nancy curls her fingers inside of the dirty blonde a couple more times, with the ever-consistent pressure of her finger on her clit, before Robin comes with a gasp.
She rides it out, Nancy helping her to come down. She didn't lie; she got Robin there.
"You did amazing Robin. I can't wait to do so much more with you. Maybe I will buy a couple of things for the next time, just for you."
Robin has already started to doze off. "Next time?"
Her sleepy voice makes Nancy fall in love. "Yes, next time. There will be so many more times, if that is okay with you?" She pulls her fingers out, hesitates a second about what to do with them before bringing them to Robin's lips.
The taller girl takes the fingers in her mouth, swirling her tongue around them and sucking gently. Nancy decides to see this as an answer to her question.
"Hey! Don't fall asleep yet." She suggests when she sees how Robin's eyes flutter closed. "You have to pee and we have to do aftercare. It is very important to avoid infections and settle down comfortably together."
This makes Robin laugh, softly. "Nancy Wheeler, ever the perfectionist." She listens, though, getting up with Nancy to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up together.
After washing each other off, going to the toilet, brush each other’s hair and sharing lots of kisses and blushes, the two finally curl up together in Nancy's soft bed. They hug tight and doze off with Robin's lips against Nancy's shoulder.
The next morning at breakfast, Robin is sitting at the table, waiting whilst Nancy is baking them pancakes in the kitchen.
Karen Wheeler, Nancy's mom, is also in the kitchen making eggs. She leans over from where she is standing next to her daughter, and whispers into her ear.
"She is really sweet. A bit loud though, maybe next time you should sleep over at her house or at least be asleep in the middle of the night."
"Mom!" Nancy exclaims in embarrassment, still whispering. A blush creeps up on her cheeks, her eyes remaining especially focus on the pancakes in front of her. "Thank you, though. For supporting who I am."
Author's note: I really hope you enjoyed this fic. I was actually planning on writing a 2k word long one shot, well, that became almost 6k. I will also be posting this one on ao3. I hope it gets the love it deserves.
