Your thighs tremble as Nancy pins them apart, her breath hot against your exposed folds. She stares at your pussy like it's her favorite secret, lips hovering just inches away. "Oh, hello there, pretty thing," she murmurs, voice low and teasing. Her fingers spread you open gently, revealing the slick pink inside.
You gasp, hips twitching upward, but she holds you steady. "Shh, I've been dying to taste you all day," Nancy whispers to your core, not even glancing up. Her tongue flicks out, tracing the outer lips slowly, savoring the wetness coating her tip.
The first full lick drags from your entrance to your clit, flat and firm. You moan, fingers clutching the sheets. "Fuck, Nancy—" But she ignores you, eyes locked on your pulsing hole. "You're so wet for me already, aren't you? Dripping like you can't wait for my mouth."
She seals her lips around your clit, sucking lightly at first, then harder. The pull sends sparks up your spine. "Mmm, that's it, swell up for me, little clit," she coos between sucks, her words vibrating against you. Her tongue circles the sensitive bud, relentless.
Your back arches, pussy clenching on nothing. "Nancy, please, more," you beg, but she's lost in her conversation. She dips lower, tongue plunging into your entrance, fucking in shallow thrusts. "God, your hole's greedy, sucking my tongue right in. You love being filled, don't you?"
She laps at your walls, nose bumping your clit with each movement. Saliva mixes with your arousal, dripping down to your ass. You writhe, the wet sounds obscene. "Look at you, leaking all over my chin," Nancy praises your pussy, pulling back to blow cool air on the soaked flesh.
The sensation makes you whine, thighs trying to close. She chuckles softly, prying them wider. "No hiding, sweetheart. I want to see every twitch." Her mouth descends again, two fingers sliding inside you now, curling against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.
"Feel that? Your walls are fluttering so nice around my fingers," she talks right to your core, pumping them steadily. Her tongue returns to your clit, flicking in time with her thrusts. The dual assault builds pressure fast, your breaths coming in pants.
You grip her hair, pulling her closer. "I'm—oh fuck, close," you gasp. Nancy hums approval, the vibration pushing you higher. "Cum for me, pussy. Soak my face, let me drink you down," she urges, words muffled as she sucks harder.
The orgasm hits like a wave, your pussy spasming around her fingers. You cry out, hips bucking wildly. Nancy doesn't stop, licking through the pulses, drawing out every aftershock. "That's my good girl, gushing just like that. So sweet and responsive."
She eases her fingers out, replacing them with her tongue to clean up the mess. You shudder, oversensitive, but she soothes with soft kisses. "One more? You can give me another," she whispers to your still-quivering folds, eyes gleaming with hunger.
Her lips wrap around your clit again, gentler this time, building you back up. "You're perfect, you know? Tight and tasty, made for my mouth." Fingers circle your entrance teasingly before pushing in deep, scissoring to stretch you.
You moan loudly, the room filled with slurps and your whimpers. Nancy's free hand kneads your thigh, holding you open. "Clench for me, show how much you want it," she commands your pussy, and you do, walls gripping her digits tight.
The second climax creeps up slower, deeper. Her tongue presses flat, rubbing side to side on your clit while her fingers hook relentlessly. "Come on, baby, let go again. Flood me," she breathes hotly, the dirty encouragement tipping you over.
You shatter once more, pussy contracting in waves, juices coating her tongue. Nancy moans into you, swallowing eagerly. "Yes, just like that. You're addictive," she praises, finally pulling away with a satisfied lick of her lips.
Your chest heaves, body limp and buzzing. She crawls up, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself. "Told you your pussy's my favorite to talk to," she smirks against your mouth, fingers still lazily stroking your thigh.
Nancy and fem reader gets trapped in the flooding room inside upside down Hawkins lab and Nancy confesses to us that she's always had feelings for us, her close friend. (Let's just pretend Jonathan and Nancy broke up earlier on) And maybe that's the reason they did, because Nance realized she only like girls. We reciprocate but they both think they're gonna die so it's kind of sad too, bittersweet I guess.
The Gold | nancy wheeler
summary: 1,1k. trapped on a metal table as an opaque, alien liquid rises through the ruins of the upside down hawkins lab, you and nancy wait for what feels like the inevitable.
cw: confession before death vibes, bittersweet, mutual pining, fem!reader, friends to lovers, english is not my first language xx.
currently playing: the gold
The liquid is rising faster than either of you expected.
It creeps in through the cracks in the lab walls first, cold and oily, spreading across the tile floor in thin ripples that reflect the flickering emergency lights. Somewhere far above, metal groans. The Upside Down Hawkins Lab is collapsing in on itself, and the room you and Nancy stumbled into—panicked, bleeding, soaked—is becoming a trap.
You slam your shoulder against the door again.
It doesn’t budge.
“Nancy,” you say, breathless, your voice echoing strangely. “The door won’t—”
“I know.” Her voice is steady, too steady, which scares you more than if she were panicking. She’s standing a few feet away, shotgun discarded on a counter that’s already half submerged. Her hair is plastered to her face, freckles darkened by water and grime.
The milky liquid reaches your ankles.
You meet her eyes, and something unspoken passes between you—fear, yes, but also understanding. You’ve been through too much together for denial to survive moments like this.
The room hums. The lights flicker again.
You lean back against the wall, contemplating the loss of alternatives. Nancy hesitates for half a second before grabbing you, her hand brushing yours. The contact is small, but it sends something sharp and aching through your chest.
She guides you on top of the table before you can do anything.
The liquid reaches the legs of the table before either of you say it out loud.
It isn’t water—not really. It’s too thick for that, opaque and slow-moving, like diluted ink, like something alive that hasn’t decided what it wants to be yet. It slides across the lab floor with a soft, muffled sound, swallowing reflections instead of mirroring them. Where it touches metal, it steams faintly.
You and Nancy are kneeling on top of the long table in the center of the room, boots soaked, hands braced against the slick surface to keep your balance. The table wobbles every time the structure groans, every time the Upside Down shifts its weight around you.
There is nowhere else to go.
The door is sealed. The walls are bleeding vines. The ceiling drips something whitish and viscous that splatters into the rising liquid below.
Nancy’s shotgun lies forgotten beside you.
Her hand is in yours.
She didn’t even ask. She just grabbed it when the liquid first started pooling, fingers cold and desperate, like instinct took over before fear could. You haven’t let go since.
The table shudders again.
“Nancy,” you whisper, more breath than sound. “I don’t think—”
“I know.” Her voice cracks this time. She isn’t trying to be brave anymore. “I know.”
The liquid laps higher, licking the underside of the table now, thick waves pressing against the legs like it’s testing how much time you have left. You can’t see through it. You don’t know how deep it is. You don’t want to.
The blue-gray light from the Upside Down sky filters through the cracked windows, casting shadows under her eyes. She looks exhausted. Younger somehow. Stripped down to the truth.
She looks at you like she’s memorizing your face.
“I never told you why Jonathan and I really ended things,” she says suddenly.
Your throat tightens. “You don’t have to—”
“I do.” She squeezes your hand harder. “If this is it… I don’t want this to be the thing I keep locked away.”
The table creaks beneath you. The liquid climbs.
Nancy inhales, shaky. “I thought something was wrong with me for a long time. That I was broken. Or too demanding. Or incapable of being satisfied.” She laughs softly, bitter. “But the truth was… I was looking in the wrong direction.”
You can’t look away from her.
“I loved him,” she continues, “but I was never in love the way I was supposed to be. And every time I tried to force it, all I could think about was you. The way you looked at me like I wasn’t asking for too much. The way being close to you felt… easy.”
The liquid reaches the tabletop edge, sloshing dangerously close.
Nancy’s eyes shine. “I like girls,” she says. Then, barely above a whisper, “I really like you.”
The words don’t feel loud. They feel heavy. Like they settle into your bones instead of the air.
You laugh quietly, breath hitching, tears spilling before you can stop them. “You know what’s cruel?” you say. “I used to wish you’d realize that. And then I started wishing you never would—because I didn’t want it to be like this.”
Her lips tremble. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” You shift closer on the table, knees brushing, foreheads nearly touching. “I’ve loved you for so long it stopped feeling like a secret and started feeling like a fact. Like gravity.”
The table rocks as something collides with it underneath. The liquid swells, coating the metal surface in a thin, glossy film.
Nancy moves without thinking. She cups your face, thumbs warm against your cheeks despite everything.
“I was so afraid,” she admits. “Afraid that if I chose you, I’d lose everything else. And now…” Her voice breaks. “Now I’d give anything for more time.”
You lean into her touch. “Then let’s not waste this.”
She kisses you like it might be the only time she ever gets to. Slow, reverent, desperate in its softness. Like she’s afraid if she presses too hard, you’ll vanish. The world is ending in quiet, horrible ways beneath you, but for a moment, there is only her mouth against yours, the truth finally allowed to exist.
When you pull apart, she rests her forehead against yours, eyes closed.
“If we survive,” she whispers, “I want mornings with you. I want ordinary. I want boring. I want a life where loving you isn’t something I have to be brave about.”
The liquid is on the table now, seeping around your knees, opaque and cold.
You hold her tighter. “And if we don’t…”
She opens her eyes, meeting yours.
“Then I’m glad I didn’t die lying to myself.”
The table groans, sinking just a fraction.
You stay there together, holding on, surrounded by the slow, inevitable rise of something you don’t understand—knowing that even if this place takes everything else, it can’t take the truth you finally gave each other.
Charges: four counts of cunnilingus, one count of use of strap on, one count of cuckolding, one count of tying up, one count of making out during cunnilingus, two counts of praise kink, one count of mostly dom!Nancy, three counts of switches, three counts of possible time inaccurate clothing that is too late to switch but it doesn't matter because they get naked, three counts of fingering, one count of a threesome, one count of ronance
WC: 9k
Your apartment in Massachusetts was cool, a soft summer breeze blowing in from your window. You were curled up in bed with Nancy, her fingers carding though your hair, occasionally lifting a glass of tea to her lips and then to yours. Everything ached in the best way, your thighs sticky with cum and your girlfriend’s mouth still tasting like you. When your pussy pulsed slowly, you couldn’t help but roll your hips forward slightly, whining against Nancy’s chest.
“What is it, baby? Getting wet again?” You nodded dumbly, nose brushing up and down her skin. “‘M sorry, can’t help it, Nance, you’re so pretty.” A pout formed on your lips and you lifted your head, looking at her. She smiled and pressed her mouth against yours, moving her hand to cradle your cheek. You leaned into her touch, still rocking yourself against nothing but the soaked sheets beneath you. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, let me go get the curtains,” Nancy reassured you, placing a kiss in your hair before starting to push you off of her so she could get to the window. She never even made it out of the bed due to your arms wrapping around her waist and you whining in protest. “Just leave it,” you insisted, pressing sloppy kisses across her sternum. She flopped back onto the pillows that had been under her back and tipped your chin up.
“People are going to hear you if I don’t close the window, you’re always so noisy. Someone might even see.” Nancy’s argument fell on deaf ears as you were now lost in feeling her up and sucking hickeys onto her. “Don’t care,” you panted, one hand gently squeezing her breast. “Want people to hear, want them to know w-what a good girl I am for you,” you whimpered, trying to hide your face but she wouldn’t let you. “Is that what you dream about, huh? Getting your pretty brains fucked out while someone watches?” she whispered, moving her body under yours so she could sit up and pull you to straddle one of her thighs. A shudder ran through you and you nodded again, now gliding yourself along Nancy’s leg. “Yes, yes, please, Nance, I want to be watched, please, please, please.” It was hard not to act pathetic for her when she always knew what you needed.
She rubbed her hand up and down your back before settling on the curve of your ass. “I’m not…entirely against it,” she started slowly, head tilted back against the board of her bed. “But it needs to be someone I trust, okay? And you need to be comfortable too, can’t have my baby feeling all tense when I’m making her feel good.” You chewed on your bottom lip for a minute, wondering if you should voice who you had in mind. Nancy had taken you back to her hometown in Indiana for Christmas and introduced you to all of her old friends. The one in particular that she had been most excited for you to meet was Robin Buckley, her best friend. If you remembered correctly she went to Smith, a bit of a drive but if both of them said yes…
“Something on your mind?” she teased, making you giggle. “Someone?” You kissed her once, then again until she had to tug your head back so you could speak. “I mean, maybe,” you answered shyly, ducking into her neck. “You know how you introduced me to your friends over Christmas?” Nancy scoffed and shoved at your chest. “I am not letting one of my ex boyfriends watch me make love to you.” You burst out laughing this time, holding her shoulders to keep yourself steady. “No! Oh my god, absolutely not, never.” A half-offended look crossed your face before you got quiet again. “No, I meant, like, Robin,” you muttered, face immediately turning red after.
Nancy was silent for a couple moments, her lips parted slightly, swollen from kissing, and her eyes had this look in them like she was remembering something. “Nance?” You reached down to twine your fingers with her where her hand had fallen to rest on the pillow. “I-it doesn’t have to be her, o-or anyone, really, forget I even mentioned it.” She shook her head, tightening her grip on your hand and her gaze refocused. “Robin’s perfect.” Both of you smiled at each other and you leaned your forehead against hers. “Listen, I’ll call her sometime this week, we can go out, maybe see a movie or something so you two can get better acquainted and come back here, yeah?” You agreed and finally got up to close the curtains, pulling the window shut before tugging the fabric over them with a shick!
“Oh, so now you don’t want people to know what I’m going to do to you?” A squeal jumped out of you as Nancy welcomed you back into her arms, using it as an excuse to tickle you. “I just don’t want to ruin the occasion,” you groaned, letting her roll you over and pin you on your back. “It’s not special if everyone in Boston knows.” She hummed, gathering your wrists and holding them over your head. “I suppose so,” she murmured, letting her body melt into yours. The rest of the night was slow and gentle, Nancy pressing kisses all over your body, your legs locked around her hips and one very empty chair in the corner.
The two of you spent the next couple days figuring out how you wanted to go about asking Robin to join you. There was also the discussion of ground rules and what was okay for both of you. “So clothes aren’t that big of a deal, right?” you asked, cuddled up against Nancy while you watched TV. She nodded, writing things down as you talked about them so she could remember what to tell Robin. “Duh, if her seeing us naked was going to be a big deal, this probably wouldn’t work.” She tapped her pen against the arm of the couch, racking her mind for anything else she should mention, the phone sitting next to her on the table, waiting to be picked up. “Is it- is it alright if she joins? Not just watching but, actually, y’know, touching?” The request was tentative, clipping from your lips before you could psych yourself out. There it was again, that silence from her that made you think you had messed up, made you think that this was a bad idea. But then she made a noise, one that said she thought you were adorable, the way she always did.
“If that’s what you want, I’m okay with it,” she finally spoke, holding your hand. “I trust her and I trust you, I want you to feel good.” A smile bloomed across your face and you lifted your head so you could kiss her. “I do want it to be just us at the start, though,” you clarified when you pulled back from the kiss and leaned your forehead against hers. Nancy carded her fingers through your hair, her pen forgotten against the notepad. “Anything you want, sweetheart,” she promised, holding you close.
That night Nancy finally made the phone call after dinner. Your leg was bouncing up and down, the TV on for background noise but nothing could properly distract you from the sound of the rotor phone being dialed and the tension of waiting for someone to pick up on the other end. “Maybe this is a bad idea,” you blurted right before the line connected. Your girlfriend looked at you, eyebrows raised like she was asking if you really meant that. You quickly shook your head, gesturing for her to reply to Robin who you could now hear saying “hello?” from the earpiece. “Hey, Robin,” Nancy started casually, the hand that wasn’t holding the phone sliding up your thigh for support. It was subtle but she was clearly a little anxious about what her friend might say to this plan just like you were. “Oh, hey, Nance, long time no see,” the other woman chuckled over the phone. Was it wrong that you were getting wet from her voice already? God, she’d sound so hot talking you through it while Nancy ruined you. “Yeah, it has been…listen, uhm, that was kind of what I’m calling you about, in a sense.” You had never really heard your girlfriend ramble nervously, sure she got excited about Madonna and Anna Karenina and you but other than that Nancy was normally concise and to the point.
Robin laughed again over the phone and the hand on your thigh tightened. Clearly, it wasn’t just you that her voice did things to. “Wow, I really did give you that rambling habit of mine, huh?” Nancy smiled softly and tipped her head back against the couch. “Mm, so I was wondering if you’d be interested in something,” she fumbled a little bit but caught herself. “You remember my girlfriend, right? Same girl you met at Christmas?” Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned closer to hear what she was saying about you. “Sure, I remember her, she was sweet, what about her?” Big moment, make or break. “We were wondering if you maybe wanted to- fuck, sorry- would you want to join us?” There was spluttering on the other end of the line and you cursed under your breath. Nancy laced her fingers with yours and you both waited as you held your breath.
“Like having a threesome? Holy shit, Nance, seriously?” Robin sounded shaken up but you could also hear the intrigue beneath it all. Maybe she was running her hands through her hair. Was it still as long as it had been at Christmas? Did she think you were pretty enough for this? Had the thought ever crossed her mind before? “If you don’t want to that’s compl-” Nancy backtracked before she was cut off. “No, I’m in.”
You squeezed Nancy’s hand and whispered an “Oh my god” under your breath. “G-great!” she swallowed thickly. “So would you want to come over this weekend, maybe get dinner before we do it?” she suggested, chewing her lip and rubbing her thumb over your hand. You could hear paper flipping on the phone before Robin spoke again. “That sounds fine, my calendar is clear until next Monday.” The whole weekend just for you, so much time alone with two pretty women to get fucked stupid over and over. “Do you want me to bring my strap too?” Her voice cut through your thoughts with a slight crackle from the phone. “Your what now?” Nancy tilted her head and looked at you to see if you had any idea of what was mentioned. You shook your head and shrugged, just as confused. “It’s- shit, okay- it’s a dildo that you put into a harness so you can use it like a…y’know.” Robin explained, her nerves catching up to her. Your eyes went round with curiosity and you nodded earnestly, interested in the concept. “Alright, yeah, you can bring it,” Nancy decided, watching your expression.
For the next hour or so the two women talked, Nancy mentioning things that you did and didn’t like and what rules you and she had preplanned. They also just talked, catching up on life in the past couple months, new books, new music, and they talked about you. Not just your kinks but Robin got an in depth explanation of your personality and just how awesome Nancy thought you were. You had let the conversation fade into the background of your thoughts, content to cuddle up against her and drift off while pretending to watch television. When you felt the nudge against your shoulder you raised your head sleepily, blinking. “Mmm?” Nancy stroked your hair, the phone still in her hand. “She wants to talk with you, is that alright?” Talking to Robin Buckley was something you probably should have expected from this but you stuttered nonetheless. “Uhm, y-yes, yeah.”
The phone was smooth in your hands, the call probably already costing half your paycheck but none of you minded. “Hey, pretty,” Robin greeted you when she was fairly certain you were listening. Blush covered your face and you smothered a giggle. Nancy, who had been about to stand up to stretch her legs and get you two some of the ice cream that had been defrosting on the counter, whipped her head back to you. “Buckley, I tell you not to flirt with my girlfriend and the first thing you do is call her pretty?” she exclaimed, snatching the phone back from your hands. You could hear Robin groan playfully and even your girlfriend snickered a little. “I’m sorry, Nance, but it’s not like you’re going to disagree with me, right?” Nancy rolled her eyes and scoffed, pulling you into her lap so you could hear better. “Of course I’m not,” she replied teasingly, handing you the phone back.
Robin had started some smug “Exactly” quip when you felt lips on your neck. A whine slipped out of you and all three of you went silent. Holding the phone between your ear and your shoulder, you laced your fingers into Nancy’s hair, trying to tug her off of you. She shook her head and kept placing kisses up the column of your throat, breathing heavily next to the mouthpiece as she reached your mouth. “Mhm, you’re right, Robin, she is really pretty, sounds it, too, listen.” Her hand snaked up your top, a flimsy thing for the summer nights like this one. Your nipples were already hard and as Nancy rolled one between her fingers you let out a high pitched moan. “Hear that? That’s how she sounds when I touch her chest. You want to hear what she sounds like when I do something else?”
You could hear Robin’s breathing, the same as Nancy’s and you almost swore you could hear her run her tongue over her lips. The tiniest little “Fuck” escaped her before she regained her composure enough for a real sentence. “Yes, yes, Nance, I do,” she let out a sigh, soft and needy. Nancy’s hand started to retract itself from your shirt to slip into your shorts. As much as you thought it would be nice to mess with the poor woman you were talking to, you leaned down to whisper in your girlfriend’s ear, taking the phone back into your hand and holding it away so it wouldn’t pick up your voice. “Let’s wait,” you told her, grinning at your plan. “Y’know, just to mess with her a bit.” Nancy caught your chin, giving you that little smile of hers when you read her mind. “So proud of yourself aren’t you?” she murmured, tugging your wrist that was supporting the phone closer to you again. You hummed and kissed her hungrily, letting her guide you however she wanted.
Nancy tasted like strawberries and whiskey, the faintest bits of rose on her tongue that was now in your mouth. Robin didn’t say a word but you knew she was on the verge of begging, only restrained by her pride. “Now you guys are just being mean,” she complained, voice almost breaking. That was something. You and Nancy shared a look and she moved your clothed pussy over her thigh. “Robin,” your breath caught and you heard a squeak from the phone. Slickness coated the inside of your panties and you panted, trying to stay calm. “We’ll see you Friday night, yeah? Look forward to it.” You huffed, slamming the phone down on the receiver before you made another humiliating noise.
The week crawled agonizingly slowly, running errands, going to work, sleeping…planning what restaurant to go to on Friday- Nancy picked some fancy Italian place that she said reminded her and Robin of home, what to wear, what to say, you were a whirlwind of overthinking. Nancy finally caught you on Thursday, trying to figure out what shoes best matched your outfit for the thousandth time. “Honey, you’re worrying too much about this,” she cooed, gently pulling you into bed with her. “What if she doesn’t think I'm pretty?” You squirmed in the arms that were holding you captive. “Believe me, she definitely thinks you’re pretty. It’s the first thing she said to you when I called, remember?” Nancy maneuvered your bodies so she could sit on your hips, preventing you from anxious activities for five minutes. “Yeah, but she only has one memory of me to go off of!” you whined. “What if she thought I looked one way and I actually look entirely different! That’s so embarrassing.” The woman on top of you sighed and leaned down, her arms bracketing your face. “Do you want me to call again and cancel?” she asked, her tone firm but gentle. “You’ve been getting worked up all week and if it’s causing you this much stress maybe-”
You shook your head frantically, bringing your hands to rest on Nancy’s elbows. “No, don’t, I’ll be good, I promise. I just want…it to be nice, for both of you.” She brushed her fingers over your temple, smoothing back your hair. “It will be, and if Robin doesn’t think so then screw her, yeah?” A laugh bubbled up out of your throat and you shook your head slower this time. “I can’t ask you to stop talking to your best friend, Nance. It’ll probably just be awkward if it doesn’t work out.” You pressed a kiss to her nose, enjoying every part of her.
Friday night and you were finally ready. It was around seven and you and Nancy had spent the last two hours getting ready together, makeup and hair, a bubble bath beforehand and Robin Buckley sitting in your bed, rummaging through your shared jewelry bin. It seemed to give her something to do, fishing out necklaces that had been tangled together, gently fixing them. She tried on your rings, seeing which ones fit her fingers and placing ones she liked in a pile to ask for permission to borrow them. Her nails were a blackish-blue to match her outfit, a thrifted navy blue vest over a white dress shirt and tie. Her shoes had been polished to hide the scuffing and her pants had very faint stains if you stared long enough, probably blood from years old adventures she had been dragged along on by Steve Harrington. She was messy and she was perfect.
Nancy was finishing her lipstick, leaning over the sink to be precise. You joined Robin, sitting on the edge of your bed and swinging your feet. “You cut your hair,” you pointed out, leaning over to play with the strands without thinking. The last time you had seen her, her hair had been a little past her shoulders, now it was in a bob. It suited her, you thought to yourself. “Thanks,” she snickered, resting a hand on your hip. Maybe that last bit hadn’t been to yourself. “I used to wear it like this in high school. Grew it out for a year or two after I graduated but figured that this was…nicer. More me.” You nodded, scooting closer and letting her arm wrap around your waist. “It’s nice, you look,” you paused, a small smile curling on your lips as you studied her face. “You look really pretty.”
“Yoo-hoo, lovebirds! We’re going to miss our reservation!” Both you and Robin tore your eyes away from each other to see Nancy standing in the bathroom doorway, pretty in pink as always. Bounding up from the bed, you flung yourself into her arms and kissed her lightly, careful not to ruin that perfect lipstick. “Oh my god, you still have that shade?” Robin laughed, getting up herself and coming over to the two of you. When you tilted your head and knit your brows together, she explained. “I gave it to her as a gift, back in what, senior year? The summer after? I thought she would use it up and throw it away but I guess not.” Nancy kissed you again, a little rougher this time, not minding the smudge. “It’s her favorite,” you mumble, running your tongue over your lips when she broke away. “Same shade, same brand, every time she goes makeup shopping that’s what she looks for.”
Nancy and you shared a look, her eyes sliding to Robin and her head making a little nudge. You turned to your new third, sliding an arm around her neck and batting your lashes. “May I?” you whispered, gaze flicking to her lips and then to her eyes. And Robin, effortlessly smooth and flirty Robin, short circuited. Her mouth opened and shut a few times before she gave up on trying to speak and nodded. You kissed her slowly, getting used to the taste of coke and peppermint. Her tongue brushed your bottom lip and you opened for her, the hand on the back of her neck pulling her closer. The softest little sigh left her, the same as the one on the phone. When you stopped Nancy was watching, chewing on her cheek and a blush on her face. “I think I’m wet,” she breathed.
You snorted and put your hands on Robin's arms, spinning her to face Nancy. “Okay, your guys’ turn,” you declared, pushing them together like two Barbies you wanted to kiss. Robin was still a little nervous but she put her hands on Nancy’s waist and lowered her head. Your girlfriend was more confident, capturing her mouth with her own and guiding her with a hand on the back of her head. Nancy sunk her teeth into Robin’s lip and the taller woman moaned against her. You could feel something stir between your legs, needy and desperate and something that would need to wait until after dinner. “Oh you’re evil,” you groaned, watching the two of them get lost in each other. Once they did finally stop, you tossed Nancy the keys to her car and the three of you filed out of your apartment with shy looks and giggles.
Late July was always the perfect time for a joyride, wind blowing your hair back in a mess of tangles. Robin whooped and threw her hands up, reaching for you in the backseat. You grabbed at them, fingers laced together as Nancy drove, humming along to West End Girls on the radio. “Baby, sit down, you’re going to get hurt,” she scolded, catching your eye in one of the rearview mirrors. “Come on, Nance, I’ll be fine, you’re like, the most cautious driver ever,” you shouted over the wind, leaning forward to press your face into Robin’s neck. Nancy rolled her eyes but reached over to rub Robin’s thigh with a suppressed grin.
“Damn, Nance, you really just found a replica of Enzo’s, huh?” Robin remarked as you entered the restaurant. “Enzo’s?” you asked, looking at her while Nancy spoke to the hostess. “There was an Italian place back in Hawkins called Enzo’s, expensive as hell but number one date night spot for anyone who could pay the bill.” You nodded, taking Robin’s hand as Nancy waved the two of you to follow the server. The round booth in the back was overkill but none of you cared, way too happy to slide up against each other and talk about god knows what. You clapped your hands when your food arrived, a bottle of red wine placed down with several plates. “I’m going to run to the bathroom, alright?” Nancy told you, slipping out of her seat and standing up.
You scooted closer to Robin, letting her settle and arm around your shoulders. “Was the drive here okay?” you inquired, nosing at her cheek. “Mhm, spent the whole week replaying that phone call in my mind and how you sounded,” she told you quietly. “This might be something you don’t want to know but I got off to it a couple times. The way you said my name and made those noises.” You shuddered and leaned closer, face buried into her neck again. “Nancy’s been being mean to me,” you admitted in a hushed voice. “Hasn’t touched me all week because she wants this to be special.” Robin gave you a pout, running a finger adorned with one of your rings over your face. “Poor girl, huh? I promise it’ll be special to make up for it.” Nancy came back and you made room for her, sitting between the two women.
“Ugh, that was delicious.” You kicked off your shoes and flopped onto your bed. “Now it’s time for dessert,” Nancy reminded you, leaning against the wall and removing her heels. Robin stood in the doorway, fidgeting with her accessories. Nancy nodded towards the chair in the corner and the woman moved towards it, sitting down on the edge. The chair was really more like a love seat, big enough that Robin could have stretched herself out on it if she wanted but she didn’t, opting for her head down, fingers still twitching and foot tapping nervously. “Baby, would you help her loosen up a bit?” Nancy requested, rummaging through the drawer of your dresser.
You pushed yourself up onto all fours and crawled to the other end of the bed before getting up. “Nervous?” you prompted, straddling one of Robin’s legs. She nodded, holding your waist while you cupped her face. “Is this okay?” A slow grind against her. Her pupils dilated and she nodded again, getting a little bit more confident. “More- more than okay,” she affirmed, tightening her grip on your waist. Nancy had found what she was looking for and placed a knee on the cushion next to the two of you, one hand behind her back. “Give me your wrists.” She beckoned to Robin. The woman reluctantly gave her her right hand, the one closest to Nancy. “Both of them, sweetheart,” she instructed, accepting the arm she had been offered and revealing her other hand. A long loop of blue ribbon.
You nodded in encouragement and Robin sighed, squeezing your hip once before letting go. Nancy positioned herself to make this more comfortable, slipping the ribbon around one hand and then the other, carefully tying a bow. “Is that alright?” she murmured, tugging gently. “Not too tight?” Robin shook her head, turning towards Nancy. “No, it’s fine. Kiss?” Nancy indulged her, placing a hand over the one you had on Robin’s face and leaning down. She wasn’t as harsh as she had been earlier, mouth moving over hers with care. “Your turn,” she moved Robin’s head towards yours. You smirked and tipped her chin back instead, nipping at her jaw. “Nancy, would you mind getting the stuff ready?” you asked between kisses and rolling your hips. Your girlfriend rose from the couch and picked up the bag Robin had brought with her. You could hear the zipper over the whimpers you were pulling from the woman under you, her own body struggling to help.
Nancy let out a gasp and you glanced over your shoulder to see what she was surprised by and your own mouth dropped open. “Jesus Christ,” you uttered, fingers curling into the shirt your hands rested on. Seven and a half inches of deep blue silicone, or maybe it was eight, nine? Your mind felt like it was playing tricks on you. “That’s the present you brought for me?” you purred, looking back at Robin. “Certainly seem to love the color, don’t you?” She started to smile but when you wedged your knee between her thighs a moan left her instead. “Come here, would you?” Nancy asked, emptying the bag of its other items, lube and harness. You left Robin on the loveseat, much to her vocal disappointment with a needy noise and helped Nancy untangle the mess of straps. “We’ll leave this right here,” she said, placing it on the cushion next to Robin. “And you will stay right there, understand?” The woman nodded, her arms flexing against the restraint.
Nancy pulled you to the bed, pushing you onto your back before starting on your clothes. Her fingers undid the buttons on your blouse while her lips pressed bruising kisses on your throat, feeling the cool metal of your necklace on her cheek. You sat up to discard your top, flinging it in the general direction of Robin. Next was the skirt and your tights, tossed to the floor without much thought. “Isn’t she so gorgeous?” She sat back up, dragging a hand down your stomach, hooking a finger in your panties before letting them snap back into place. You threw an arm over your eyes, too embarrassed to face either of them. “Yes, totally, she’s so hot, Nance. Please, let me touch, or just see something, Jesus." Robin’s voice was breathless and desperate, full of want. “What should come off first, bra or underwear?” Nancy teased, grabbing your waist and lifting one of your legs. “Both? Fuck, I don’t know. Why would you make me choose this?” The other woman whined.
“Let’s just do both,” you muttered, shifting your hips up. Nancy moved the hand hiding your eyes and loomed over you. “I’m sorry, pretty girl, what was that?” she teased, already reaching around to unhook your bra. “I said let’s just do both,” you repeated, louder this time. “Both she says,” Nancy proclaimed, shimmying the straps off. “How scandalous.” Your bra was aimed for sure at Robin now, landing right in her lap, making her thrust up into it without a second thought. “Spread.” You opened your legs instantly at the sound of your girlfriend’s voice, putting your soaked panties on display. “I bought her these with the money from my Christmas bonus, y’know,” she bragged, sliding her fingers beneath the fabric on either side of your hips and tugging again, this time with more intent to take them off. “Were you wearing them when we went home, baby? Could have sworn I remember them on my childhood bedroom floor while I was fingering you. Everyone was sleeping in the basement and you were trying so hard to stay quiet for me.”
You looked over at Robin and her lips parted, forming silent words before finding her voice. “Saw her in them, in the morning.” She swallowed, her throat working and a bead of sweat on the curve of her jaw. “She was making you breakfast in one of your shirts, Nance, the one that was always too big. I came upstairs to make coffee because the kids had already started some stupid D&D campaign at eight in the morning and wouldn’t let me go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to stare but her hand lifted the hem and I couldn’t help it.”
While Robin was rambling, Nancy had slipped your panties off and settled between your thighs, leaving light kisses on your warm skin. “Oh, so you’ve been thinking about this for months, huh? Did you hear her that night too, maybe came upstairs and pressed your ear to my door?” She crooned, dragging a finger up your slit. “N-no, fuck, but I wish I had.” Robin screwed her eyes shut when you whimpered. Nancy made a little hum of content and grabbed your hips, holding you in place. “That’s okay, she’ll make it up to you now,” she promised.
Her lips wrapped around your clit and you cried out, hands flying to her hair. There was a soft thump from the couch from Robin’s body lifting up and then falling back down. Even though only her hands were bound she could have easily gotten up but she had been ordered to stay there so that’s what she would do. You wanted to look down at Nancy, to watch her eat you out but when you did, her hand reached up and turned you back towards Robin. “Look at her, this is what you wanted and it’s rude to ignore your guest,” she insisted, thumb brushing over your mouth before her hand returned to your leg. “Tell her how this is your idea,” she coaxed, nudging her ring and middle fingers at your entrance.
“I-I was the one who suggested this, being watched,” you confessed. “I was the one who wanted it to be you- oh, shit, who convinced Nancy you should join us.” When she heard your admission, Nancy pushed her fingers inside you slowly, feeling the way you squeezed around her. “That’s a good girl, tell her what you want.” You pressed your hips up, trying to get more pressure on your clit. “Want to be good for both of you, I want you to touch me, Robin, please, you’re so, so pretty,” you babbled, fucking yourself on Nancy’s fingers. Her tongue dipped to meet the fingers inside of you, working around your folds while her thumb gave you the stimulation you craved.
“Anything in particular you want me to do with her?” she lifted her head from between your legs and looked over at the woman watching the whole scene. “Or do you want to tell her how you want to be touched?” Robin opted to talk about the latter first, words tumbling out of her mouth about how she wanted you to hold her and talk her through it while Nancy ate her out, giving the most detailed description you had ever heard. Somewhere along the way it transformed into Robin telling her what to do to you, like she somehow knew exactly how your body worked. She was right every time, Nancy pulling her fingers out and thrusting them back in deeper made you moan impossibly loud.
She went back to your clit again, watching your expressions. “Is it too much, beautiful?” she whispered, noticing the way your thighs were starting to tremble uncontrollably and close around her head. “Yes,” you mewled, tears starting to track down your cheeks. “S’good, Nance, s-so-” your voice broke and your hips jerked up without your permission. “You can cum for me, don’t worry,” she breathed, her fingers picking up their pace and her mouth only pausing to speak to you. “Just show Robin how gorgeous you are when you do it, okay?” Nodding, you turned your face back to the woman in question, head falling back against the pillows.
The knot in your stomach grew tighter, something about the way Robin was rubbing her thighs together while praising you made this all you ever wanted. Your eyes drifted to the dildo, still next to her on the loveseat. The base had been covered by your shirt when you had discarded it thoughtlessly but the majority of the length was still visible. You could see how thick it was, made for stretching your poor pussy out and making a mess all over the bed. Nancy’s fingers hit the sweet spongy spot inside of you and you all but screamed for her, doing everything in your power to reach the peak.
“Imagine her fucking you with that,” she encouraged, splaying her free hand over your stomach. “Inside, right here.” Just like that the knot unraveled before you could blink, pleasure rushing through you as you pictured Robin pressing into you, talking in your ear in her endearing way that never stopped. Nancy continued to eat you through your orgasm, kissing your clit and carefully pulling her fingers out to run them up and down your slit until you stopped shaking.
“Good?” She raised her head, looking at you with just a sliver of worry that she hadn’t done well. Validation was something she only ever wanted from you, craving it in a way that was somehow needy but never lost the hold she had over you. “Amazing,” you answered, accepting the kisses she placed against your flushed lips and then your sweat slicked skin.
Nancy got off of the bed, making her way over to Robin. “I have a gift for you,” she singsonged, cupping her chin and lifting her fingers that were still dripping with your cum to her lips. The taller woman immediately opened her mouth, taking what she had been offered and sucking greedily. You lay on the bed, chest heaving from your first high as you watched. Nancy removed her fingers, a string of spit connected to her perfectly manicured nails. She then untied the ribbon that bound Robin’s hands with skilled efficiency, (tonight hadn’t been the first time you had seen it) and let out a squeak when her waist was instantly encircled.
“Fuck, Nance, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, both of you w-were- were incredible,” Robin stumbled over her words, as she brought her hands to grope Nancy through her top. Both of them were still fully clothed and you were just now realizing how vulnerable you had been. Somehow, that made it hotter. Robin scrambled to unbutton the other woman’s silk baby pink shirt, getting more sure of herself the further down she went. Nancy moaned softly in her ear and tugged at her tie, moving to loosen it. “Promise, I’ll make you feel good,” Robin murmured, kissing her neck with desperation. Her eyes flickered over to you and darkened, a deep stormy blue. “You’ll help me, right, pretty girl?”
You nodded, not exactly sure what she meant but willing to do anything to make your girlfriend feel good. Both of them stripped, practically tearing clothes off of each other while you crawled to the edge of the bed, captivated by your show. Nancy fell back against the sheets and pushed herself back until her head rested against the wall. Robin stood over you for a minute, taking you in, her hands hovering over different parts of your body, never quite sure what she was allowed to touch. You took one of her hands gently and guided her to cup one of your breasts like she had done to Nancy through the layers of her clothes. She let out a soft sigh, almost dreamily and brushed her thumb over your nipple. You mimicked her unconsciously and she smiled, squeezing you once more before leading you up the bed toward Nancy.
She spread her legs for the two of you and you ran your hand up her thigh, admiring the way her skin was always so soft and perfect. “Do you want to eat her out with me or just watch?” Robin proposed, shooting you a look while still being entranced by the sight in front of you both. Eating out Nancy. With Robin. At the same time. This was better than any fantasy you could have come up with. “Yes, yes, oh my god, yes,” you agreed, nodding eagerly. Nancy watched your head bob up and down with faint amusement before she placed a hand on the back of your head and pulled you down.
Licking a stripe up her slit, you moaned against her cunt when Robin lowered herself to join you as well. Her tongue moved with yours, sliding over each other in the excitement of doing something so dirty. “Such good girls for me,” Nancy praised, stroking your hair with one hand and Robin’s with the other. You heard a whimper, unsure whether it came from the woman next to you, under you or yourself. “T-this is so-” you stuttered, hardly able to form a thought with the taste of two beautiful women surrounding you. Robin’s tongue ran over Nancy’s clit, pulling out a whine of her name before turning slightly and sucking on your lower lip. The two of you worked relentlessly, stealing each other’s credit when Nancy moaned one name instead of the other.
“Yes, baby, right there,” she panted, tugging on your roots when it had been Robin who had dipped her tongue to glide over her entrance. You smirked to yourself but folded as soon as Robin’s hand slithered under your chest to fondle your breast again. The groan that came from above you made you look up and the sight that was waiting for you was art. Nancy, lips glossy and parted from your cum and her spit, her pupils blown wide and full of need. Her chest was heaving, tits pushed up when she arched her back off the pillows. Robin noticed you being distracted and followed your eyes, her jaw going slack when she realized. “Don’t stop,” Nancy pleaded, shoving your heads back down. She had never been this worked up before, you could feel how wet she was, could taste her slick as it dripped down your chin.
You and Robin developed a system, getting into the rhythm of trading off between sucking her clit and fucking her pussy with your tongues. Nancy writhed beneath you, her hips grinding up into your faces and her legs held down by an arm from either of you. Her cunt fluttered around you, clenching every time your tongue slid into her soaking cunt. “Taste so good, Nance,” Robin mumbled, pressing kisses to the creases of her thighs. Nancy reached down, smoothing the taller woman’s bangs out of her eyes. Her other hand guided your head as you explored every inch of her that you had memorized. “So pretty and perfect,” you added, resting your cheek on her.
Without thinking about it, your hand made its way between your own thighs, searching for your clit. Robin grabbed your wrist, still holding eye contact with Nancy and brought your fingers to her throbbing nub instead. “I’ll take care of you in a minute, but right now it’s about her,” she whispered in your ear, helping you rub circles into Nancy. Her breath hitched and her hips jerked again, her glistening pussy so close to your mouth. You leaned back for a moment, letting Robin kiss you, displaying the uncontained lustful affection that had exploded in the last few hours. She tasted like you and Nancy, the sweetest combination ever known. Her mouth was hot and wet, capturing your attention and swallowing any thoughts you were trying to make.
She left you struggling to catch your breath, diving back into Nancy like her life depended on it. You followed after you regained your ability to process things. Thumb still on her clit, you continued to lick and suckle at her skin, moaning her name when she pulled your hair. Her breathing was unsteady, uneven and erratic and her body rolled up, up, up, seeking you out. “Close,” Nancy gasped out, practically humping your face. You left Robin to finish off her pussy as you kissed over her thighs to her stomach and then up to her breasts. Pinching her nipple gently, you sucked the other one into your mouth, running your tongue over it again and again. She cried out when Robin pushed a single finger inside her, curling gently to find the special spot.
“Gonna cum for us, Wheeler?” she exhaled heavily, gaining back some of the confidence you had first associated her with. “All over my hand because of your pretty girlfriend?” You felt a blush spread over your face at the mention and hid yourself between Nancy’s breasts. Her hand tightened in your hair as Robin kept talking, egging her on. “You love when she plays with your boobs, dont’cha, Nance? Love it when both of us are eating this pretty pussy.” A tremor ran through her body and her thighs slammed shut around Robin’s head. You held her close as her orgasm ruined her, covering Robin’s hand just like she had said it would.
Nancy pressed a kiss to your hairline and you raised your head, returning the action with a kiss on her lips. Her eyes drifted behind you to where Robin had stood up and gone to the couch, finally picking up the strap that had been waiting to be used all night. She slipped into the harness and came back to the bed, snaking a hand around your hips to pull you back onto your stomach. You returned to your position between Nancy’s thighs and you could hear Robin’s labored breathing, her hands squeezing your waist as the tip of the strap nudged your entrance.
“Has she ever…?” she breathed, looking at Nancy who shook her head. “Never.” A soft whimper left you at the exchange and Robin fumbled for the lube, popping the cap off and slathering a generous amount on her silicone cock and a little on your folds.
“Okay, babe, this is gonna be a big stretch, yeah? It might hurt a little and be cold because of the lube but we can stop whenever you want.” Her assurance was so sweet, feeding the already endless wetness between your thighs. You nodded, reaching up to hold Nancy’s hand- she took yours as soon as you started to search for her, her grip firm and comforting. Robin pushed the tip in and you almost wailed, closing your eyes and biting down on your lip. “I know, sweet girl, I know, it’s big, s’not fair is it?” Robin soothed, rubbing your back as she opened you up with another inch. “N-no,” you hiccuped, nosing against Nancy’s thigh to calm yourself.
“Just help Nancy out, okay? You’ll be such a good girl for us.” You listened to Robin, starting to lap at the pretty pussy in front of you while she stuffed yours. She gave you all the time you needed between slow little grinds, pressing deeper only when you had fully adjusted. Having the dildo inside you was much different than just something like Nancy’s fingers, it filled you up until you felt the pressure of it in your tummy, solid and heavy. “There you go, taking it so perfectly,” Robin coaxed, letting you start to move back against her. “Can you take the last two inches, sweetheart?” You nodded, moaning into Nancy when the woman above you finally bottomed out.
Robin stilled for a minute, letting your cunt clench around the entire length. Her hands ran up the backs of your thighs and you twitched, hips instinctively rising into her touch. “Sensitive,” she commented, noticing the way your body hummed with nervous but aroused energy. “Can I start moving now?”
“Yes,” you affirmed shakily, moaning into Nancy when Robin pulled her hips back and snapped them forward, burying herself deeper inside you. While she began to rock in and out of you, you focused your eyes on the woman in front of you. Nancy, beautiful, gorgeous Nancy who was still holding your hand and smiling down at you softly. “You don’t have to eat me out again, baby,” she told you, causing a whine to leave your throat. “I wanna,” you complained, pouting against her thigh. “J-just can’t really think straight.”
Robin smothered a laugh behind you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Do you need her to talk you through it, huh? Tell you what her pussy needs.” The teasing was relentless and mean and you were so into it. Another slow thrust into you, another word of praise when you started to kiss Nancy’s thighs. These two were everything.
You sucked on your girlfriend’s clit gently, both of making soft noises of pleasure in time with each other while Robin panted over you, finding her way into a steady rhythm that let you fall apart on her piece by piece. Her body that once had been so full of tension from stress was now relaxed and loose, her hands keeping you flush against her, filled with her and only her. Replacing your mouth with your thumb, you let yourself drag your tongue up and down Nancy’s folds, swallowing every drop of her arousal.
“That’s it, gorgeous, just take it slow, uh-huh.” Robin tugged your hair slightly, savoring the gasp of her name you let out. “Both of you are so pretty, making a mess all over your bed- fuck.” The whimper she let out was so quiet but you caught it just enough to know how to make her repeat it. Pushing your ass up and back to grind on her hips did the trick. You could hear her curse again, trying to rub her own clit on the base of the strap.
The position you had let yourself be handled into was dirty, it was filthy and depraved and absolutely perfect. Your back was arched, body rocking back and forth, meeting Robin’s thrusts halfway and sucking her deep inside until the tip of her strap was kissing your cervix, pulling out the most pornographic moans she had ever heard. Your mouth wasn’t the only thing letting out noises like pure sin, though. Every time Robin bottomed out, there came the squelch of wetness from between your thighs as your body worked to accommodate the sheer size and thickness of the dildo. “Christ,” the woman groaned, running a hand through her hair. “Don’t know how guys last when they get to feel a pretty pussy like yours on their cocks, just watching you take me is enough to make me cum.”
Nancy looked up at her, a teasing grin on her lips that slipped for a moment when you dragged two fingers along her slit. “A-are you really going to let yourself cum first, Buckley?” she pouted, finally returning the last name banter. Something about it was so incredibly hot and there was never a better time to be between them than right now. Robin shook her head frantically, leaning forward and peppering kisses up your back, her hips stilling to let her body catch up with her surroundings. “No, just- hah- need a minute. She’s so soaked, Nance, you can’t expect me to not be turned on right now.” At her words you rolled your hips into hers lazily and felt her nails dig into the flesh of your thigh.
Your fingers dipped inside of Nancy as the slight pain pierced through you, her high pitched gasp covering up your whine of “Harder” before anyone would hear it. Curling the tips gently, you aimed for the spots Robin was hitting inside you, or at least the ones you could reach with just your hand anyway. Both of their hands slid into your hair, fingers twining together through the strands. Everyone was a mess now, sweat, slick, and spit covered your bodies and your sheets were ruined. If Robin had been close, you were practically on the verge of your second orgasm, barely able to form words other than “yes” and “please” and their names.
“Right there, baby?” Robin cooed, noticing the way your body locked up when she hit that special spot in your cunt. She knew how to make you see stars already, aiming for it with every thrust and snap of her hips. “Mhm, there,” you slurred out, burying your face in Nancy’s tummy. Her hand found your free one again and held it tightly, whispering your name like a prayer as you pumped your fingers in and out of her pussy. “Yeah, you love that,” Robin sucked in a breath, her clit rocking against the strap. “Gonna cum for me, all over my cock?”
You nodded, picking up the pace of your hand, refusing to be selfish and not give Nancy what she deserved. “W-wait for Nance,” you protested softly, watching your girlfriend’s face and tracking her body language. When you were sure she was at her peak, you let yourself go, cunt soaking Robin’s thighs and dripping down yours. Nancy followed a moment after, her eyes still having that same glassy look as she let out a small dumb giggle, and lifted your hand that she had been holding to kiss your fingertips.
Robin continues to fuck you through your orgasm, more as a desperate attempt to get herself off than anything else. She knows your content to whimper into Nancy and make her hold you, but Robin craved some type of release after the torture of being forced to watch you get fucked and then both of you eat the other woman out and now her clit is swollen and sensitive and- oh!
There she was, your beautiful girl, cumming from self stimulated friction, her body collapsing on top of yours, drawing shapes on Nancy’s thigh. Robin would have been happy to stay like this, with minor adjustments for comfort and drift off to sleep but your girlfriend had other ideas. Nancy nudged both of you up, her hands finding Robin’s waist in particular, and positioning her so the taller woman was leaning with their back against your chest and Nancy between her thighs. “You said you wanted this earlier, right?” she recalled, already starting to remove the strap on and the harness before gently parting Robin’s folds while she squirmed. She nodded in reply, trying to save some of her dignity, whatever was left of it anyway, and failed miserably.
The next hour was spent with Robin in your arms, constantly trying to hide her face in your chest or close her eyes but you held her still, made her hold eye contact with Nancy while she devoured her. “This is our thank you,” you explained to Robin softly, arms wrapped around her waist as her abdomen clenched and unclenched from Nancy’s tongue dipping in and out of her pussy. “Because you did so well and took such good care of us…even when you could only watch you were such a good girl.” A cry tore itself out of her throat and Robin went limp on top of you, her body slouching as her thighs closed around Nancy’s head just like hers had.
The three of you laid there, breathing in sync with each other for what felt like an eternity before Nancy finally bushed herself onto her knees and crawled up the bed towards the two of you. Robin had finally buried her face between your breasts, hands kneading them like they were precious. Nancy rubbed her back and leaned over her head to kiss you. Her tongue slid into your mouth with no resistance, letting you taste what the girl on top of you was like. When she pulled back, she cuddled up beside you, one hand playing with Robin’s hair. The woman turned her face ever so slightly and gave your girlfriend a shy smile. “So, we’re doing this again next weekend, right?” she asked, only half joking. “Oh, definitely,” you responded quickly, watching Nancy roll her eyes but smirked nonetheless. “What she said,” she agreed.
nancy knew she was straight, the thought of being with a woman never crossed her mind until she met you. she was beyond confused, she couldn’t understand why she all of a sudden felt attracted to a woman.
after months of tension and multiple almost kiss incidents, you finally got to feel nancys lips against yours. the kiss was hungry, your tongues fighting for dominance, hands roaming anywhere you can reach. nancy never thought she would enjoy kissing a girl, but after she pulled away breathless, cheeks flushed pink, and a familiar feeling in her cunt, she was convinced it was better than kissing a man.
she didn’t hesitate to pull you in for another kiss, one hand in your hair and the other on your hip. you stumbled around the room, tripping over the clothes scattered across the floor, your knees buckling as they hit the bed. you collapsed onto the bed with a soft thump, a small giggle escaped nancys lips and into the kiss.
you smiled into the kiss, hands firmly planted on her hips, grinding her down on your thigh. she let out soft breathy moans as she humped your thigh like a dog in heat, struggling to kiss you back. you pulled away from the kiss, propping yourself up with your elbows, admiring the sight in front of you.
her eyes were fluttering shut, mouth agape letting out beautiful soft moans, hands gripping your shirt. her back arched as she went faster, feeling her warmth on your thigh, you knew she was close to an orgasm. “you’re doing so good, baby” you cooed, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
the bed creaked louder with every grind of her hips, her legs began to tremble as she got closer to the edge. “m’gonna cum” she whined, wiping her hair stuck from sweat off her forehead. “c’mon, cum for me nance.” you said softly. her movements became staggered, her hips stuttered as she reached the peak of her orgasm, screaming and moaning your name as she rides out her high.
maybe she enjoyed kissing girls a little too much.
Christmas Memories ⋆｡˚❆˚ ｡⋆ Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Johnathan Beyers x GN!Reader
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⋆｡˚❆˚ ｡⋆ A/N: I am learning how to write for Johnathan—though I don’t plan on writing him often— so bear with me on that.
But please enjoy my attempt of writing for the big 5 ⋆｡˚❆˚ ｡⋆ Gabby 𐦍
── .✦ Fluffy moments with your fav <3
Nancy Wheeler ── ❆
Nancy wouldn’t say her favorite time of the year was Christmas. But she would say her favorite thing about Christmas is seeing your face light up when you drive through neighborhoods to look at their Christmas lights.
Your small gasps made her heart skip when you pass a house decorated to the 9’s.
“Nacy!” You would say breathlessly.
And she would flush and smile as she drove by each house.
“We need to decorate when we get home. Everyone else is so ahead of us!”
“Okay baby.” She says smiling her signature Wheeler smile.
── .✦
Helping pull out the Christmas boxes is usually as much as she lifts a finger for when it comes to the decorating. She thinks you have the more creative mind.
That doesn’t mean she’s not one to spread cheer though, she loves baking you your favorite holiday sweets.
“Oh get your hands out of there!” She says swatting you away from the bowl of batter.
“They’re for me anyways!” You squeal as you start running for the living room.
But she drops the spatula and lunges after you, grabbing your wrist, then your waist. She pulls you close.
“What a trouble maker.” She grins at you.
You pop your battered finger in your mouth out of spite. And she gasps in feign offense.
She leans in and kisses the shit eating grin off your face as you soften and lean into her; kissing her back just as sweetly.
Eddie Munson ── ❆
Eddie was still quite new to your family. And don’t get him wrong, he’s not a conforming man. But he is proud to be your man. And to successfully be your man, he wants to make a good impression to your family.
That being said. He sort of signed himself up to play Christmas music on his guitar at your large family’s annual Christmas Eve dinner.
When he came home and sat down rubbing his face, you peeked your head into the kitchen. “Are you alright, love?” You quipped.
“Ohhh yeah. Yeah I’m alright.” He dragged on. Before adding. “But now I’m also playing guitar for your whole family in 6 days.”
You gasped loudly and stepped fully into the doorframe. Trying your best to mask the wide smile on your face. “Are you kidding me?”
He shook his head and laughed slightly.
“Do you know any Christmas music?” You said tilting your head.
He shook his head again looking at you incredulously.
You couldn’t help but laugh as you dried your hands and threw the towel on the counter. You walked to the couch and flopped down beside him with your arms open.
“It will be okay love.”
He groaned laying into you. “Thank you sweetheart.”
You nodded and smirked. “Is now a good time to tell you, I got us matching Santa hats for the party?”
He looked to you, mortified. And sits up to look you in the eyes. “You did not.”
Laughing to yourself you leaned forward to kiss him before softly speaking into his lips. “They’re elf hats”.
Steve Harrington ── ❆
You two had attended a lively Christmas Eve party together. When suddenly Steve had lost you. He searched around and around the unfamiliar house you two were at. Vague memories of losing Nancy that one horrible Halloween night were beating at the sides of his head.
He almost got dizzy with the idea that he would stumble upon you. As drunk and angry as her.
But he should know better.
Especially as you turn the corner with two cups in hand. Beaming once you caught his eye. “Stevie!” You called before shouldering your way through people to get to him.
You forced a cup into his hand and kissed him hard on his cheek.
He didn’t smell alcohol on you, just the sweetness of the drink you handed him. Hot chocolate warming his hand. He couldn’t help but break into a smile.
“Thank you baby.” He said and kissed you hard.
You pulled back happy but confused “What? Of course. Nothing to thank me for. I just asked Melissa to put on Wham! Next time she comes to the boombox!”
His favorite Christmas song, “Last Christmas”.
You had run off to get him hot chocolate and request his favorite holiday song. He should have known.
He was too busy looking into your eyes and smiling at you to hear what you were saying. But when he came too he realized you were pointing out some guy with a horrid snowman costume coming through the living room.
And you were too busy cracking up to see Steve set his cup down, until he grabbed onto you and pulled you in tight. When you locked eyes with him there was no doubt about it. You were in love with Steve Harrington.
Steve looked down to your hand and fidgeted with your ring finger. He knew he would have to adorn it soon. But for tonight a kiss would do.
Robin Buckley ── ❆
The sheets around her were warm when Robin woke up. Albeit she was a bit slow to open her eyes and get moving. Stretching to wake up a bit more, suddenly she realized you weren’t laying next to her anymore.
However the heat radiating from your spot already told her that you had gotten up just a short while ago.
She swung her legs off the bed and started getting ready for the day. Once she washed her face she started brushing her teeth.
The morning was so peaceful and she was excited to get downstairs to see you. However she got to see you earlier than that.
Once you burst into the bathroom and scared the shit out of her of course.
She gasped and spit her toothpaste out. “HEY!” She wiped her mouth. “You know babe I could have been taking a piss in here. Jesus!”
You were practically vibrating in place waiting for her to get over being startled.
She rinsed her mouth out and looked up at you again. “Well? Goodmorning? How did you sleep? I love you-?”
“IT’S SNOWING!” You yelled and laughed happily.
Her eyes lit up as well and she smiled at you. “You’re kidding!”
“No!” You took her hand and drug her down the stairs with you to look out the front windows.
It was just then Robin realized you were dressed in 3 layers with your good boots on and she was able to piece together that you wanted to go into the snow. At 9 in the morning. Right now.
You grabbed her jacket for her as she looked through the window and shoved it into her hands.
Robin whined just a bit. “Oh nooo. I just woke up, come on babe.”
You grinned and leaned into her, tilting your head a bit. Lips so close together you could kiss her just then. “We can come back in when you catch me.” You smiled wider and kissed her hard and quick. Before throwing the door open and racing outside.
Johnathan Beyers ── ❆
The town’s annual tree lighting and Christmas market was in full swing. You and Johnathan both signed up to do photography work over where the kids met Santa. And you were genuinely having a wonderful time.
Johnathan was on the camera of course. Joyce was thrilled to hear you had gotten him to use his talents at an event like this. She thought it was good for him to get out and experience these things. And typically you were the one to guide him into it.
Johnathan wasn’t thrilled, but he would do anything for you. Even embarrassingly dressing as an elf to take pictures of Santa and the kids excited to see him.
However, one perk of the job was to see you in your elf costume. You were so cute he thought, the hat was vibrant and your grin as you led the kids up the stage to Santa was never fading.
Sometimes he would sneak photos of you as well.
He just couldn’t help it.
Whenever you two were done with your job, after the next two helpers stepped up for their volunteer spot. You both meandered around the market. Holding hands and bickering, occasionally kissing under Mistletoe.
You two were now in line for cinnamon buns, freshly baked and on display in all its glory. Your mouth was nowhere close to drying up and you couldn’t conceal your excitement.
Johnathan couldn’t keep his hands off of you or his arms from around you holding you tight as you waited in line.
“You look handsome in that elf costume.” You mused looking back at him, he was holding you close from behind.
He laughed a bit and shook his head. “Yeah, thanks.” He says nuzzling into your hair.
He didn’t talk much especially in public but you didn’t mind. You two waited peacefully as you reached back to put your fingers in his hair. He hummed happily against your temple and planted a kiss onto it.
He may just have to sign you two up again next year.
Steve x Nancy x Male Reader
Takes place during season 5, after the Jancy breakup
Warnings: Oral (m receiving), ass slapping, ass eating, p in v, anal, breading kink
A/n: the ending sucks k
"You two seem eager huh?" You exclaim in a teasing tone, fully knowing what was about to happen. As soon as the door closes Nancy pulls you towards her, as your lips crash into each other as your tongues dance eagerly inside your mouths.
The kiss breaks with a gasp as Steve pulls you towards him, "can't forget me." Your tongue reaches deep in his mouth as Nancy's lips explore his neck. Nancy suddenly gasps your hand goes down on her right cheek, the stinging pain soiling her underwear.
In that moment all of you knew the clothes were going to come off now. First it was you, your shirt was taken off with both Steve and Nancy following.
You all took your positions for the first round. Steve on the bed, lying on his back, with Nancy in the middle and you in the very behind.
"Jeez your big Steve~" Nancy cooes at the size of Steve's cock as he grunts due to Nancy grabbing the base of his cock. Nancy gives the tip a little kiss before slowly taking it inside her mouth. Nancy moans as you rub against her ass before you spread the mounds of meat apart.
"Pretty." You tease seeing her hole. Your tongue lapped at the entrance, dancing around the rim with such expertise. Your tongue slowly punctured the opening, causing her to gasp into Steve's cock. "How does the ass taste?" Steve asks to which you give him a thumbs up, the teasing causing Nancy to go harder.
Steve's cock rubs against the walls of her mouth, as it reaches the back. You thrust your tongue inside her hole in a rythem whilst gripping her ass hard. "Fuck~! Nance your doing so good~" Steve cries out in pleasure. Steve's cock starts to twitch inside Nancy's mouth as they realize what's about to happen.
"Nance..! I am gonn-" before Steve could finish, he climaxes hard, releasing his seed inside her mouth as Nancy pulls out.
You then started to thrust your tongue in and out of Nancy ass, harder causing her to let out soft and broken moans, most likely wanting to keep her voice down to not alert anyone outside the room. However, you didnt care about her noise, all you cared about at that time was opening up Nancy tight hole. You precisely licked every wall you could and shoved your head deeper within the crevice of Nancy's ass.
She grips the sheets, her tongue falling out of her mouth as she feels the pleasure building in her stomach, she's close...
With a final thrust of your tongue, she orgasms, as slurp up her juices.
"You ready for the real deal?~" You tease, seductively to which Nancy nods.
Steve and You slowly enter your cocks to her holes, going slow to ensure not much pain is caused. "Need a minute Nance?" "You both can start."
The thrusts are slow at first but soon get faster and rougher. Steve grabs one of Nancy's breasts, his thumb rubbing against her sensitive nipple.
Nancy felt both your cocks twitching, which meant you both were close.
"Don't pull out. Don't fucking pull out..! Come in me, fu-fucking breed me like a slut.!" Nancy shouted, clearly not caring about the noise anymore.
With synchronized moan all of you came at once, you and Steve pumped Nancy full of your seed inside her pussy as she whined about the heat in her core.
Ummmm I will take literally anything Nancy Wheeler x reader, maybe based in the library like that one scene she had with Robin in ST4, if that’s okay.
Go absolutely nuts. Surprise me!
Why do I feel like I’m ordering at a restaurant lmfaooooo
explicit smut (18+ only), f/f, nancy wheeler x female reader, public sex (library), oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, light possessiveness, reader is afab
The Hawkins Public Library was empty after hours, the heavy silence broken only by the soft rustle of pages and your own shaky breathing. Nancy had you backed up against the tall shelves in the far corner, hidden between rows of forgotten encyclopedias and old newspapers. Her body pressed flush to yours, one thigh wedged firmly between your legs as she kissed you like she needed it to survive.
Her mouth was hot and demanding, tongue sliding against yours in deep strokes that left you dizzy. You moaned softly into the kiss and Nancy swallowed it down, her hands already pushing under your shirt. She tugged your bra up roughly, palming your breasts and pinching both nipples until they hardened under her fingers.
"God, you’re so sensitive," she whispered against your lips, giving another sharp twist that made your hips jerk against her thigh. "You’ve been wet for me since we got here, haven’t you?"
You nodded, unable to form words as she kissed down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Nancy dropped to her knees right there on the worn carpet, shoving your skirt up around your waist. She didn’t tease this time. She yanked your panties down your thighs and buried her face between your legs.
Her tongue dragged slowly through your folds, licking up the slick that had already soaked you. She groaned at the taste, the sound vibrating straight to your clit. Then she was devouring you, lips wrapped around your swollen clit while two fingers pushed inside your tight heat without warning.
"Fuck, Nancy," you gasped, one hand flying to her hair, gripping the soft waves as she fucked you with her fingers and sucked hard on your clit.
She curled her fingers perfectly, stroking that spot inside you over and over while her tongue flicked fast and relentless. The obscene wet sounds of her mouth and fingers echoed quietly between the stacks. Your thighs started to tremble. Nancy looked up at you, blue eyes dark with lust, lips shiny with your arousal, and the sight alone nearly sent you over the edge.
"You taste so fucking good," she murmured, adding a third finger and stretching you wider. She pumped them faster, curling harder, sucking your clit in steady pulses until your orgasm crashed through you.
You came hard, biting your lip to stay quiet, hips grinding desperately against her face as waves of pleasure rolled over you. Nancy didn’t stop. She kept licking and fucking you through it, drawing out every last shudder until your legs felt like jelly.
When she finally pulled back, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on her tongue. Her fingers stayed buried inside you, slowly pumping through the aftershocks.
Before you could catch your breath, Nancy spun you around, pressing your chest against the shelves. She kicked your feet apart and hiked your skirt up again. Her hand returned between your legs from behind, rubbing your sensitive clit in tight circles while her other hand reached around to squeeze your breast.
"You’re still so wet," she breathed against your ear, voice husky. "Think you can come again for me?"
You whimpered in response, pushing back against her hand. Nancy chuckled softly and slid three fingers back into your dripping pussy, thrusting deep and steady. The new angle had you moaning louder, the shelves creaking faintly as you rocked against them. She pressed her body flush to your back, hips grinding against your ass while she fucked you harder.
"Come on, baby. Let me feel you squeeze around my fingers again."
Her thumb found your clit and rubbed fast. Your second orgasm hit even harder than the first, legs shaking violently as you clenched around her. Nancy kept fucking you through it, murmuring filthy praise against your neck until you were gasping and oversensitive.
She finally eased her fingers out and turned you back around, pulling you into a slower, deeper kiss. Her hands roamed gently over your body now, fixing your clothes with surprisingly tender touches.
Nancy rested her forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard.
"Next time we’re definitely using the back of my car," she said, voice low and promising. "I want to hear you scream my name without having to stay quiet."
