Summary: Collection of headcannons that I made about obsessive!natalie, pre and post crash! If anyone wants one for a no crash au or a post rescue, lmk
Tags: Bewarned. Gunplay, period sex, underage weed usage, underage smoking (nic), cannibalism, fingering, strap ons, bloodplay, oral, strictly bottom reader (for now), one or two mentions of hair pulling, one or two mentions of the strap as cock, shrooms, doom shrooms, sex under the influence (thanks misty), slight body worship/ worship in general, bitchy nat at first, trauma dumping, Natalie "Something Catholic" Scatorccio mentioned, implied masturbation, freaky shit.
Obsessive!Nat who never lets you shower with the others after practice or a game. No one gets to see you naked but her.
Obsessive!Nat who was the biggest play girl before she met you, mostly only getting with people for drugs and only going further when she was fucked up.
Obsessive!Nat who couldn’t help but hate you a little bit when you first joined the team. Everyone else had to build their way up from freshman year but here you are junior year, not only immediately making varsity but you played for her position as well. Such a fucking bitch.
Obsessive!Nat who hates you even more when she’s benched for a sprained ankle even though you were the one who checked up on her the most and helped her with work she missed. She didn’t know why you bothered to bring homework to her trailer, she was already a white trash burnout anyway.
Obsessive!Nat who pretends to be stupid in an attempt to push you away. It doesn’t work and that confuses her more than anything.
Obsessive!Nat who’s actually really intelligent, just doesn’t have the motivation to try anymore.
Obsessive!Nat who blows smoke in your face when you’re in her room, trying to repeat what you learned in trig that day. She loves the way you wrench your head back and curse her out.
Obsessive!Nat who lets you hit her cigarette out her window, watching you cough and clutch your chest from the burn.
Obsessive!Nat who starts to learn better with you to the point she doesn't even do anything in class; just sits there, bouncing her knee and waiting for class to be over so she can go on break with you and you can teach her.
Obsessive!Nat who transfers into all your classes after seeing the toll of the stress that balancing soccer, tutoring her and completing your own work is taking on you.
Obsessive!Nat who defends you with her life when Jakcie’s teasing you or Tai’s talking about how you hog the ball. She hates you but hearing the others spread lies like you weren’t attractive or keeping the ball because you knew what to do and were an awesome player.
“Come on, Nat, you know we’re right,” Jackie scoffed, shoving her shoulder. “Why do you care anyway, you hate that bitch.” Natalie looked over at you from across the changing room where you were folding your clothes and placing them in your locker as you got ready for the game.
“She’s not all bad,” she mumbled under her breath, refusing to look the others in the eye. “She brought me my trig work for whatever fucking reason when I was out,” she ran a hand through her hair. “and you know why she has the ball Tai; if she wasn’t good enough Coach would make sure she knew.”
Obsessive!Nat who makes sure you keep that ball the entire game and steadily works her way in through the group hug each time you score until she’s on you first, no matter if she’s across the field.
Obsessive!Nat who knows your heart is in it and that’s why she’s getting sidelined. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the talent or the passion but you had both whereas she was burning up after pouring all her time into soccer for years. You know what they say, the stars that burn the brightest burn out first.
Obsessive!Nat who gives you long looks in the locker room, her expression unreadable and her eyes empty.
Obsessive!Nat who wants to hate you so much, it would make her life so much easier. But you smile at her in the halls, help her with work, bring her water after drills…and she just can’t do it.
Obsessive!Nat who you get used to hugging, touching, high fiving, whatever after goals. She slapped your ass once after a group huddle and you gave her a look that said she was immature but also maybe kinda hot.
Obsessive!Nat who you start to hangout with outside of practice and the occasional study session. They weren’t dates but you did pick her up at seven on wednesdays or fridays and she did buy you dinner and you did watch movies after, so…
Obsessive!Nat who plays footsie with you at your private dinners or at postgame parties with the team. She’ll slide her foot up your ankle while talking to Lottie about some crime show they both like. Something about cults, you think; it’s hard to focus when Nat’s gaze is sliding over to you every five seconds and she’s chewing her lip.
Obsessive!Nat who passes notes in class with you when she doesn’t understand something. Half the time she knows what’s going on, she just wants to stare at your handwriting.
Obsessive!Nat who keeps all your notes, especially the ones you drop in her locker with little affirmations. She imagines you whispering them in her ear when she touches herself or makes out with some guy she deemed the male version of you.
Obsessive!Nat who keeps you on her lap during parties Jackie dragged you to, whispering in your ear about how none of the guys were getting any game.
Obsessive!Nat who practically hisses at anyone who tries to move you from your spot with her. She blatantly calls you her girlfriend to get a guy to fuck off and you barely even react, just settle back into her further to make the lie look believable.
Obsessive!Nat who rubs your thighs with her hands, just to have something to do.
Obsessive!Nat who lets you sleep on her shoulder, bouncing her knee against your pussy through your shorts, just enough to keep you awake but lets you shut your eyes until someone can drive you home.
Obsessive!Nat who lights up when you offer to touch up her roots for her before the state championship, she needs to have them perfect and you’re more than happy to help her.
Obsessive!Nat who lays on you during sleepovers, toeing the line between playing with your boobs through your shirt and just being a little too friendly.
Obsessive!Nat who has a couple polaroids of you that you don’t know about. A girl has to get off somehow and Nat doesn’t know any pretty girls who treat her like you do. :(
Obsessive!Nat who lets the tension snap after the state tournament, shoving you up against a locker when everyone else had left. You tried to keep up with her as she kissed you fervently, her tongue sliding down your throat so you tasted nothing but her.
Obsessive!Nat who nearly rips your shirt trying to get it over your head. You were wearing her favorite sports bra of yours.
Obsessive!Nat who wants to fuck you in the locker room so badly but she hears the lock to the room click and has to drag you into a stall.
Obsessive!Nat who kisses and licks at your neck while you’re pressed up against the bathroom stall and helps you cover your moans with her hand over the one of yours that was on your mouth.
Obsessive!Nat who giggles with you when she pulls back like she didn’t just alter your brain chemistry.
Obsessive!Nat who spends her last night in Wiskayok getting high with you. At first she’s hesitant to let you even look at a blunt but after you tell her you want to try it and it’s not from fomo she lets you take it.
“Holy shit!” you laugh, passing the joint back to her. “That’s strong.” Nat hums, bringing it to her lips and inhaling deeply before exhaling through her nose. Her head drops back against your pillows as her eyes trace over your body. You crawl into her lap and she raises one hand to cup your cheek. “Y’know,” you drawl, turning your face to kiss her wrist. “Our celebration got cut short the other day.” Nat snorts like you’re joking around with her until she sees the look in your eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re already gone.” She shoves your head playfully, pulling you closer to her with her hand that wasn’t holding the blunt. You shook your head, pupils blown wide from her, not her drugs. That was…new. “Uh-uh.” Her hand slides up your shirt, pressing flat on your stomach before moving higher. Sitting back on your knees, you tug your shirt off and reach back for your bra without a second thought. She sits there in awe of you, like she hasn’t seen you naked in the changing room, like she doesn’t know how perfect you were.
Obsessive!Nat whose hand ends up in between your legs, two fingers pumping slowly and a third working your clit in careful circles. She had never been with a girl before in bed so she’s trembling half the time and thankfully she couldn’t tell that your own shuddering was from nerves.
Obsessive!Nat who cums untouched listening to you moan her name and feeling your pussy gush all over her hand.
Obsessive!Nat who praises you the whole time, calling you her good girl and begging to taste you.
Obsessive!Nat who laps at your cunt until you’re muffling screams with a pillow, one hand in her hair while both of hers knead your thighs.
Obsessive!Nat who grinds on your leg while you fall asleep, smiling at her dreamily.
Obsessive!Nat who packs her strap that she’s had for a while now but never any reason to use. Who knows, an afterparty for winning nationals was bound to be crazy.
Post Crash
Obsessive!Nat who hallucinates you instead of her father as the plane goes down and it’s ten times more terrifying.
Obsessive!Nat who thinks you’ve died when she regains consciousness and discovers you aren’t in your seat next to her.
Obsessive!Nat who doesn’t even know how many times she begged the god she no longer believes in to either kill her or show her you were alive.
Obsessive!Nat who narrowly escapes the fire in the plane to find you writhing on the ground, Shauna and Lottie holding you down as you screamed for her.
Obsessive!Nat who shoves both girls out of her way to get to you and holds you closer than anything in her life, her face buried in your hair as you sob into her neck.
“I thought you died- I thought- I thought.” Your voice keeps breaking as you hyperventilate, clutching Nat like she was bound to become a ghost. She nods vigorously, repressing her own cries as she pulls back and checks you over. The others are giving her strange looks but he doesn’t care, as long as you’re alive. Your shoulder is dislocated and she has to hold you still while Misty resets it, letting you call her as many curses as you want to make you feel better.
Obsessive!Nat who lets you rest on her for days, barely moving unless you urge her to.
Obsessive!Nat who helps you through the woods when getting down to the lake, squeezing your hand and looking at you gleefully when you could finally see the water.
Obsessive!Nat who finds a little secluded area or just a spot further away from the others so she could help you wash some of the blood and dirt away. You kiss her cheeks and detangle her hair when she’s finished, humming something vaguely like Oasis in her ear.
Obsessive!Nat who takes you hunting with her even if you can’t shoot, she is not leaving her girl alone despite the fact that she knows the others would defend you.
Obsessive!Nat who refuses to break down in front of you until it all comes to a breaking point and she just lets go. She’s curled up on your chest in the attic or the plane wreckage and telling you every horror story of her childhood, looking into your eyes and begging you to believe her when she says she didn’t kill her father.
Obsessive!Nat who needs to spend every minute with you out in the woods, you could never tell when it would be the last.
Obsessive!Nat who kicks Shauna and Tai out of the attic to keep it for you and her. She later begrudgingly lets Tai and Van back up during the more extreme sleep walking days but sets some ground rules when it comes to you.
Obsessive!Nat who clings to you in her sleep, whispering prayers to you into your skin like you were her queen.
Obsessive!Nat who remembers about the strap on she had packed a few months in and swings by the plane crash to look for it. It’s still there, along with everything needed to clean it and some lube.
Obsessive!Nat who keeps it a secret for a time, everyone is still fragile and she doesn’t want to freak you out.
Obsessive!Nat who gets more passionate when you make out, deeper, slower kisses that have you gasping and her whining against your lips, calling herself a needy bitch for you.
Obsessive!Nat who tugs your hair and loves when you pull hers back.
Obsessive!Nat who finally eats you out for the second time in the plane, moaning like you had starved her all this time.
Obsessive!Nat who asks to eat your pussy on your period, she hasn't brought anything home from her hunt and just wants to do something to please you. Plus, the taste of your blood could make her think she got a good kill.
Obsessive!Nat who looks so good with your blood dripping down her chin, her eyes half lidded with lust and possession.
Obsessive!Nat who gets more into bloodplay or just tasting your blood in general. She bites your lip when you kiss or nips at your jaw and neck until your skin turns crimson.
Obsessive!Nat who confesses about the strap during Doomcoming. You had wandered back to the cabin with her long before the shroom orgy and were making out in the attic. Moonlight paints her pale features, making her look even more angelic, despite the words coming out of her mouth.
“Please let me fuck you with it,” she slurs, shifting her hips up into yours. You pant, lips pressed to the crown of her head and body covered in marks. “Mhm.” You nod dumbly, letting her flip you over onto your back while she fumbles with the toy she has hidden with her clothes. She helps you out of your dress, careful as she could be with her being high as a kite and tosses it over her shoulder. You nudge at the strap of her dress, pushing it down so she could shimmy out of it. Nat untangles the harness and slips it on, making you tighten it even though you don’t know what you’re doing. She puts the dildo in place as you take off your panties before she rubs a bit of lube on the tip and some on your pussy lips.
“You’re so hot,” she mutters, running her hands up and down your torso before settling on your hips. A whine slips from you and you push your body up, trying to find friction for your poor, neglected clit. Nat leans down, pressing kisses to your skin as she drags the strap up and down your slit. “Gonna be a little stretch, m’kay?”
You nod but nothing prepares you for the feeling of her cock entering your pussy, the ache of filling you, claiming your body as hers. The others would know at some point, how you were only for her and Nat would relish in it. She’s too fucked out to thrust properly so it’s mostly her rolling her hips into yours until she bottoms out. Your mouth falls open silently and she spits into it, closing your jaw to make you swallow.
Nat loves listening to you whimper and mewl, eyes screwed up in pleasure as you reach up to palm her tits. Her brow is slick with sweat and her hair curtains off your faces from anybody who was unfortunate enough to come upstairs. Your abdomen squeezes, the taut coil tightening further and further as she pushes deeper. With her forearms bracketing either side of your head, Nat balances herself as she tries to pull back and snap forward. She almost fell, both of you laughing way harder than you should have from the shrooms.
Then, her fingers find your clit, finally giving into what you want. “N-nat, fuck- ah, gonna cum,” you pant, bucking into her hand desperately. She moans into your neck, fucking you harder when she sinks her teeth into you. Crying out, you claw at her back, nails dragging down and leaving marks. You can feel your skin break and Nat sucking up the blood before kissing the bitemark again.
Her thumb draws tight circles over your nerves, adding pressure in time with her body on yours. Your cunt clenches around her strap, fluttering as she drags her hips back until just the tip was left and thrusting in. “You can do it, baby,” she breathes, keeping her eyes locked on yours. You tighten around her again before crying out, clutching at her shoulder as she kisses you to silence the noises. Nobody else should hear these sounds.
Her strap is soaked, as is the mattress and the sheets on top of it. Nat all but collapses on top of you, pulling out and burying her face between your boobs. You come down from the high, gasping for air and placing your hand in her hair. Nat’s own palm brushes over one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between her thumb and her index. “You should get these pierced when we get back,” she proposes, not even noticing what she said. You smile sadly and nod, continuing to stroke her hair.
If you were anywhere else, nationals, her trailer, the locker room, you would laugh, ask her if that was really the first thing she wanted to say after sex but the idea of going home just seemed so far off that you couldn’t find anything to say in response.
Obsessive!Nat who openly brags in Travis’s face about being your girl. She’s normally so closed off, but she can see that piece of shit eyeing you and needs him to know you’re off limits.
Obsessive!Nat who huddles up with you in the winter, sharing body heat on hunts or in the cabin.
Obsessive!Nat who you trade clothes with- she loves sharing panties if possible. If you have similar cup sizes then bras too, nothing better than watching her girlfriend get dressed in her clothes.
Obsessive!Nat who looks the other way when Shauna is going crazy over Jackie, knowing damn well she would be way worse if you died.
Obsessive!Nat who feeds you Jackie through kisses.
Obsessive!Nat who only accepts Lottie’s blessing if it includes your blood.
Obsessive!Nat who talks about eating you so often that the others have deemed it unsettling but you know she would never kill you! Only eat your dead body because you told her to!
Obsessive!Nat who rubs the tip of the gun over your clit when she wants good luck, her own special ritual.
Obsessive!Nat who follows you obediently to Lottie’s prayer circle if that’s what makes you feel better. It doesn’t matter if she thinks it’s bullshit, like Tai says, happy wife, happy life.
Obsessive!Nat who promises you she won’t end up like Shauna when you tell her you’re scared of her going crazy if you were to die.
Obsessive!Nat who you don’t even know is being hunted until you hear Travis scream at her to run. You had been upstairs, nursing Lottie back to health and Nat had made the others swear to look after you and not get you involved in the hunts for as long as possible.
Obsessive!Nat who tells Travis the wilderness chose when they bring back Javi’s body but in her mind she can only think of how your screams echoed through the woods as you searched for her. She chose.
Obsessive!Nat whose first rule as queen is to exempt you from all the hunting bullshit. She could not give a shit who dies as long as it isn’t you, that’s all that matters to her.
Obsessive!Nat who curls up with you as the fire dies and tells you she loves you.
Obsessive!Nat who promises you her body.
Obsessive!Nat who would immediately be hysteric if she ever saw yours.
Bsf!Steve who holds you close when your boyfriend is being a dick, letting you sob into his neck while he comforts you, stroking your hair and telling you everything is going to be okay.
Bsf!Steve who learns to fight specifically for you and only you so he can beat the shit out of said asshole boyfriend if he does anything wrong.
Bsf!Steve who doesn’t even bat an eye anymore when you ask him to buy you new panties on your period, just asks what color as he grabs his keys.
Bsf!Steve who sleepover at your house more than he should for his own sanity but you always insist, coming up with some bullshit excuse like it’s dark out and you’re worried about him being safe. (It’s six pm in July)
Bsf!Steve who was your first kiss and forever mourns the fact that he wasn’t your second, thinking back to that day in sophomore year when you had been upset about not having a homecoming date. He had offered, sweet and caring as ever, cupping your face and looking into your eyes. You had initiated it but he had guided you through the rest until you were gasping.
Bsf!Steve who follows you around like a lost puppy during the summers when he’s not working. He always teases you when you come into Scoops Ahoy but he’s practically attached to your hip.
Bsf!Steve who whispers about his dream of six kids to you while you sleep, not sure why he was talking about it or why he could only tell you when you would never be able to hear him.
Bsf!Steve who first feels a lump in his throat in ‘85. You had been teasing him about being rejected, not the kind that actually hurt his feelings, he knew the difference and your voice was too soft to mean any harm. “Stevie’s got no luck this time, huh?” you giggled, leaning forward. There was melted ice cream on your lips and for the first time he knew he wanted to kiss you again.
Bsf!Steve who drives the three hours to go visit you in Chicago every weekend where you go to college. Your roommate flirts with him subtly, laughing a joke she wouldn’t understand but pretends to and he doesn’t miss the way your jaw ticks and your grip on his bicep tightens.
Bsf!Steve who listens to your dreams, awake and sober, watching your beautiful mouth the entire time as you lay with your back against his chest in his big, lonely, empty house. He wishes you could stay with him forever but he knows you deserve better than him.
Bsf!Steve who lets you play with his hands when you’re nervous about something, normally during horror movies Robin insists you watch but now more commonly when you’re just talking to him.
Bsf!Steve who gets more touchy with you, pressing kisses to your hairline and holding you from behind.
Bsf!Steve who’s woken up in your bed a million times but Christmas Day is different, somehow. Like the tree wasn’t the only thing with presents for him.
Bsf!Steve who gifts you a locket with his picture in it. Your ex had given you something similar but this was so much better.
Bsf!Steve who starts to reflect on how all your high school boyfriends looked like him in some capacity. He’d figured you’d just had a type that he fit perfectly into but maybe he was the blueprint.
Bsf!Steve who notices you moping when the moms of his baseball team flirt with him. You’re sitting in the dugout with one of his old jerseys on your back and pouting and he thinks it’s adorable.
Bsf!Steve who nearly dies when you dare him to go skinny dipping with you in lovers lake.
Bsf!Steve who says yes as soon as the blood returns to his head and not his dick.
Bsf!Steve who turns his back when you strip even though you and Robin both used to get changed in the back of his car for events.
Bsf!Steve who keeps his boxers on and notices how you keep your panties on. It’s for the best, he really would die if he tried to fuck you in a lake. (Had people done that? Is that why it was called lovers lake?)
Bsf!Steve who races you to the end of the dock and cannonballs in while you follow a little more gracefully, walking the plank off the edge instead of flinging yourself into the water.
Bsf!Steve who laughs and has a splash fight with you, both of you forgetting you’re practically naked.
Bsf!Steve who ends up with you wrapped around him like a koala, face pressed against his neck like it’s your favorite spot in the world. It was, in a sense. He was your favorite everything.
Bsf!Steve who lays with you on the tiny strip of shoreline, your torso wrapped in a towel as you watch him shiver.
Bsf!Steve who’s heart pounds when you drag one of hands under the towel, letting him feel your breasts for warmth.
Bsf!Steve who looks at you through his long, beautiful lashes and just stares, his eyes tracing the curve of your lips longingly.
Bsf!Steve who asks you on a date when both of your love lives are at a standstill, his tone acting like it was a throwaway joke but when you said yes he turned pink.
Bsf!Steve who picks you up at seven like a proper gentleman, in the same suit he wore to prom. Or at least that’s what you thought until you got to do further inspection later that night. It was easy to forget he came from money sometimes. He had always just been Stevie to you.
Bsf!Steve who takes you out to Enzo’s like every guy did when they got a chance with a pretty girl.
Bsf!Steve who’s seen your tits but holy shit was he hard when you took your top off.
Bsf!Steve who spends hours lapping at your pussy in his california king, ignoring his aching cock until you were begging for him.
Bsf!Steve who kisses your lips and says sorry when he pushes in because he’s big and you’re tight and it aches and he’s so pretty you want to cry.
Bsf!Steve who fucks you until dawn unintentionally. There’s just so many possible ways to do this and neither of you can decide on one.
Bsf!Steve who traces the hickies he left on your throat while you doze off in his arms, dreaming of him
Bsf!Steve who kisses you way more often now, for all sorts of reasons. To cheer you up, to make you laugh, because he thought you looked extra pretty today, because he’s horny, because he loves you.
Bsf!Steve who carries you around in his arms, showing off how strong he is and how light he thinks you are.
Bsf!Steve who’s had your ring since that summer in ‘85 and is ready whenever you are.
Tags: bottom reader, fingering, oral, slight praise, mentions of past sex, consent confirmations, kissing, pwp, reader is vocal during sex, tying up/bondage, gagging, panties used as gag and restraints, semi public sex, mentions of Jackie Taylor and Shauna Shipman
NSFW MDNI
Winning a game always gives you a good thrill, but so does Nat fucking you with your teammates sleeping in the same room!
“Nat, we shouldn’t-”
“Shhh, baby, don’t worry about a thing.”
Your eyes were still adjusting to the dark of your motel room, the shitty kind that was the only one your team could afford for away games. It was currently eleven something at night and Jackie and Shauna were passed out in the bed next to you, arms wrapped around each other. Nat was currently between your legs, tugging at the waistband of your shorts while breathing in your scent. “I know you’re wet for me, princess, you’re terrible at hiding it,” she cooed, rubbing her nose over where your clit should be. Your hips rolled instinctively and your hand flew to your mouth to cover the whimper that threatened to escape. “I-I want to, it’s just that Jackie and Shauna…” you trailed off, glancing at your sleeping teammates. “What if they wake up?” Nat kissed up your thigh, her nails scratching just enough to make you shiver. “Well, god knows Shauna’s a visual learner,” she purred, pulling your pajama shorts to the side and licking your panties. “And it would probably do Jackie some good so she can stop pretending she can stand Jeff.”
You worried your lip between your teeth, weighing your options. Worst case scenario your friends woke up and you lost some dignity. You had been waiting for Nat to touch you all day…and you were pretty pent up from the lack of attention. “Okay,” you started shyly. “But you have to be gentle, you know ‘m sensitive.” A devilish smile spread over her face and you were reminded of just how well her charm worked on you, especially when you were weak. “Of course,” she assured you, already pulling your bottoms off. Your panties were practically flooded, having been soaked through multiple times throughout the day because of her. “Fuck, pretty,” she groaned, now pulling your panties to the side to lick at your bare pussy. “Always taste so good after we win a game.” Even just one touch made you want to combust, controlling yourself around Nat always seemed so easy until she was positioned like this.
Her gaze flicked up from your cunt to stare into your eyes. It was almost unnerving, having her eye fuck you with such intensity before she really touched you. Despite this, you got wetter- Every. Single. Time. Because she was unimaginably beautiful, the kind that could beat you within an inch of your life and you’d say thank you because that’s what good girls did. “I love you,” she whispered; if it weren’t for the dead silence of the room you wouldn’t have heard her. She dragged her tongue through your folds agonizingly slowly, circling around your clit when she reached your hood. “Say it back to me.”
“I love you, Natty,” you whined, arching you back up against your pillow. If anyone else had called Nat that nickname she might have yelled at them but she just kept lazily making out with your cunt, her fingers tracing patterns on your hips. “Good girl, baby,” she praised, tongue dipping down to enter your hole. “Fuck!” you gasped out breathlessly, hands shooting out without your permission to shove her head back. She doesn’t get mad or curse at you- just crawls up the bed to cup your face in one of her hands. “Aright?” she asked softly, nuzzling your neck. “Yeah, sorry, just sensitive.” you muttered, stroking her hair. Her free hand shifted down, fingers slipping into the side of your underwear and stretching it out before letting it snap back against your skin. “I think there’s something I could do about that.” Dragging your panties down, she bunched them up in her hands and intertwined her fingers with yours.
“Gimme your hands, sweetheart,” she ordered quietly. Nat positioned herself behind you before she took your wrists and looped your panties around them once and then twice. She settled back between your legs, hooking a thigh over her shoulder. “There we go, all better,” she whispered. “You’ll tell me if you need me to stop, right?” Her bangs fell into her eyes and you almost mourned the fact you couldn’t push them out of the way. “Mhm,” you hummed, nodding your head while you tried to focus on not rolling your hips up to fuck her face. “Tell you everything.” She smiled and shook her hair out of her face, pressing a kiss to your skin. “Thank you gorgeous.”
Her mouth opened again, this time her tongue flicking over your clit while her index slid through the mess you were making. She never could really believe that all of this was for her, all of you. Nat’s middle finger joined the first, gathering your slick and bringing it up to rub in circles around your nub to make you moan. Trying to keep quiet became more of a struggle every second she touched you, tiny whimpers of her name slipping from your mouth. Your hands strained against your panties but were held in place by the soaked fabric as she groaned against you. Her fingers finally dripped inside you, pushing in gently, then pulling out and going deeper. Nat had fingered you before but now she was sending you to heaven. Maybe it was the thrill of waking up the others or the fact that she had to restrain you this time but every little touch felt like a pleasurable shock through your body.
“Oh my god, Nat- yes!” You tossed your head back, screwing your eyes shut. She curled her fingers slightly, prodding at that soft spot inside of you. “Shhh,” she chided affectionately, nipping at your clit. “Gotta be quiet.” You nodded your head, trying to listen. Nat splayed her fingers over your ass, pulling you closer onto her face. “Love your pussy so much, gorgeous, makes me so wet,” she slurred, licking greedily at your folds. Panting, you opened your eyes and looked down at her, watching her hips rut against the sheets. Even though she played it cool and never made you do any work when she topped, Nat was just as desperate for you as you were for her. Her fingertips brushed over your sweet spot again and you clapped your hand over your mouth, swallowing your pathetic noises. “Fuck, I’m so close,” you exclaimed around your palm, biting one of your knuckles to stifle yourself.
The heat was building, blooming hot in your stomach and spreading up through your chest and down through your legs with a tingle. Nat was an absolute angel, devouring you like her last meal, tongue working overtime in contrast with her fingers’ slow pace. When you let out another high pitched noise she pulled back and sat on her heels for a second, panting with your slick dripping down her chin. “What the hell, Nat,” you complained, pouting about your ruined orgasm. She didn’t wait for you to keep talking and reprimand her about how rude it was to edge a girl; instead she started to shimmy her own shorts off. “I was almost there and then you- mph!” You were cut off as she shoved her panties in your mouth.
“How many times do I have to tell you to be quiet, Jesus," she muttered to herself, reaching up your shirt to pinch your nipples. Your back arched into the touch and you could taste her own arousal on the fabric between your lips. This was so fucking hot. Nat gave your peak one last sharp twist before diving back down to finish her mission. Both legs were now over her shoulders and the noise coming from her was worse than you. The slurping of her mouth combined with the squelch of her fingers as her body worked determinately to make you cum was absolutely filthy and you wished you could have it imprinted in your mind forever.
Her own body was just as needy, clit just as sensitive, nipples just as hard. She set the pace of her grinding her clit on the sheets to the speed of you fucking her face, wanting to be as close to your kind of pleasure as possible. Your moans were effectively muffled by her panties now, and if she wasn’t familiar with what you sounded like gagged, Nat might have missed the way you were saying her name. “I know, baby, I know,” she breathed, rubbing your clit with her thumb now. “‘M right here, you can let go for me, such a good girl.”
The praise just made it worse, your imminent orgasm was blinding, tugging your eyes to the back of your head and making your arms struggle against your underwear again. A string of jumbled curses tumbled from your mouth as Nat aimed away from that spongy spot to make you beg a little and then went back to bullying it with her fingers. Her tongue was working with her thumb, rotating between sucking the nub and rubbing and flicking it. Her breath was hot on your skin and her moans sent vibrations through your pretty cunt. “My pussy loves me so much, doesn’t she, princess? Doesn’t even dream of any other mouth on her but mine.” Her grip tightened on your legs and you gave in, willing to fulfill all her claims if it meant you got fucked like this.
The aftershocks came in the form of gentle aches. Nat kept pumping her fingers in and out of you slowly until you stopped trembling, kissing all over your face. She finally took her panties out of your mouth and slipped your own off of your wrists. Her tongue slipped into your mouth as she kissed you and both of you could taste yourselves on the other. “You’re so pretty,” Nat said finally, pulling back. Her pupils were blown wide and her lips were swollen from kisses. “You’re not the worst I’ve done either,” you teased, prompting her to shove you gently. You giggled, leaning back into her and curling up on her chest when you heard a rustling noise from the other bed.
You scrambled to hide your ruined shorts and panties as Shauna sat up, rubbing at her eyes. “God, what time is it,” she groaned, finally turning to look at you and Nat while she wrinkled her nose. “And why does it smell like sex in here?”
In which Robin takes an interest in Jonathan’s hobby of photography and spends way too much time taking pictures of her girlfriend.
Tags: Fluff, smut (f!receiving), kissing, flirting, mentions of bikinis/beach episode-esque blurb, smoking, mentions of drinking, hair pulling(r!receiving), face sitting, use of lyrics as inspo for scenes, established relationship, lesbian perversion, f as in female reader and r as in robin in this case
Robin x fem!reader
See them walking hand in hand
Across the bridge at midnight
One of Robin’s favorite things to do with you was take walks. It had been your remedy to her nervous pacing, something that you were also prone to from time to time, but she was always a lot worse. So, you had started leading her on walks around Hawkins and she followed you like the lost puppy she was, holding your hand and chatting. As she had gotten more accustomed to the new habit, she asked to walk with you more often, so much so that there was hardly any need for your car now. Robin also loved these walks because she got to take pictures with her brand-new polaroid, the little rope attached to it keeping it hooked to her jeans by her carabiner.
It was late and you probably shouldn’t be going into the woods at night in autumn but Robin had assured you it was fine and had been begging to show you her favorite spot. She took your hand and guided you over tree roots and leaf piles, catching your waist when you stumbled. Growing up she had always been a big tree climber, leading to her knowing the woods better than anyone. She vaulted over a fallen tree trunk and turned around, expecting you to follow and smothering a snicker when you hesitated, examining the angle.
“I’ll just lift you,” she decided before you could overthink it, reaching over the tree again and hooking you up by your armpits. Once you were sitting on the tree it was much easier to roll off the other side and onto your feet. Robin dusted her hands off of any dirt from the obstacle and continued walking, talking your ear off the entire way.
“I used to come here as a kid a lot, never had many friends. I mean, I had friends, but not like the close kind. Not like you, gorgeous.” She stopped and took your hands, twirling you around before she kept talking. “There was Barb but we kind of grew apart when she became friends with Nance so I would come out here and look around. Kinda scary to think about looking back on it, y’know, with all of the stuff that happened…” Her voice trailed off as she tugged you one way, her ears listening for something.
“I never showed this place to anyone, not even Steve,” Robin admitted quietly, her fingers squeezing yours. You squeezed back and hummed, wondering where she was taking you. “But I thought you’d like it, so.” She shrugged and you finally heard what she must have been searching for. Running water from a stream or a brooke of some sort. When the little bridge came into view you wanted to kiss your girlfriend. You always wanted to do that but she was right, you did like her little secret spot and you were happy she had chosen to share it with you.
“You’re adorable,” you teased, following her up the steps of the bridge and cupping her face. Robin rolled her eyes playfully and leaned into kiss you, a gentle peck on your lips before she pulled back and rested her forehead on yours, looking into your eyes. “I brought you here to look at the scenery and you want to stare at me,” she quipped, returning your tone.
Sighing dramatically, you let go of her and turned your face to gaze out over the stream. It burbled softly under your feet, water probably refreshingly cold and beautifully clear, you noticed, a shiny rock at the bottom catching your eye. Without thinking about it, you reached into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling out the cigarette you had forgotten about from yesterday. Robin was distracted, fiddling with her camera as you fished your lighter out of your tiny purse and lit the thing between your fingers, taking a slow drag.
“Look over here!” Your girlfriend urged, and you turned your head obediently, giving her a half seductive, half passable as not horny look. The light that blinded you stung your eyes and you yelped, dropping your cigarette in the water and watching it float away sadly. “Robin!” you whined, whipping your head around to her again.
She had the photo in her hand, waving it while waiting for it to develop. “Those things are bad for you anyway,” she protested. “Thought you quit.” You let out a grumble, knowing she was right but cold turkey was hard. “I did! That was my treat for two months of no smoking.” Robin scoffed and wrapped her arms around you, giving you an overexaggerated pout. “Am I not enough of a treat?” she asked, sliding one hand down to grab your ass.
“You’re a bitch,” you responded, no bite in your voice as you blinked your eyes repeatedly so you could see color again. “Mhm, your bitch in particular who just took this really sexy photo of you.” She withdrew from your grasp and showed you the photograph. She wasn’t wrong, you did look pretty good but no one would believe that look was not all “fuck me” eyes. You pressed the hand holding the photo back into her chest, blushing a little. “I think that one’s for your private collection,” you murmured. Most of the photos Robin took were private ones, both of you having secret stashes of polaroids of each other that never saw anything other than your dimly lit bedroom after a long day.
“I agree.” She nodded, slipping the photo into her own back pocket. “One more?” The flash was going to be blinding again, you would no doubt need to blink away the tears that burned your eyes but who were you to refuse Robin, the most beautiful girl in the world? You let her position you like a professional model, your back against the wooden railing, leaning down so your hair blew in the breeze and your face was just barely obscured from the camera. “Perfect,” she breathed.
This time you don’t actually lose your vision, thanks to the angle you were at and when you rested your chin on Robin’s shoulder to see the photo, you realized she wasn’t breathing. “Sweetheart,” you laughed, grabbing her hip, fingers sneaking up under her shirt to rub her skin. “I’m not that hot.” She shook her head vehemently, almost losing her balance as she whirls to hold you. “Are too,” she argued, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “And I’m saying that as the girl who has seen Fast Times a lot of times.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around her neck, kissing her slower this time, letting her tongue slide against your lower lip and then into your mouth. “Let’s go recreate your favorite scene then,” you suggested when you came up for air. “You can take as many pervy photos as you want.”
Robin had never looked giddier.
There's a camera rolling on her back
On her back
“S-shit, Robin!” you moaned, digging your nails into her back. She grinned into your neck, peppering kisses over your skin and the hickeys that had already begun to bloom. “That was the spot, wasn’t it, babe?” she cooed, pulling her hips back and rocking them forward again. You choked on your words as you nodded, chest rising and falling heavily, tits on the verge of spilling out of your bra.
Robin was so mean in bed, especially when she got to dick you down with her new strap. She was an absolute sweetheart but you hadn’t returned the favor yet so she didn’t understand the toll she was taking on you by fucking you dumb. Or maybe she did and she just liked seeing you like this, all needy and pliable for her.
Your hands gripped her shirt, trying not to scratch her like you had been doing when she wouldn’t let you escape the overstimulation. She didn’t mind, quite the opposite, actually, but you felt bad. “You gonna cum for me, honey?” she asked, her eyes softening but her body only going harder. “I told you, s’okay if you claw at me.”
It feels wrong, it feels mean of you but when her fingers find your clit you can’t help it, a high pitched whine leaving your pretty lips. Robin pressed hers against them, swallowing your noises with a shudder. As she sucked on your lower lip, her fingers pinched your clit gently, making your whole body tremble. “Oh god,” you whispered, burying your face in her neck. “Gonna- mm- cum for you.”
The orgasm that rocked through you was powerful, so much so that Robin had to hold onto your hip as she helped you ride it out. “That’s it, there’s my girl,” she praised, kissing you once more before pulling out slowly. She admired the mess between your thighs for longer than she probably should have, always a little dumbstruck at what she was able to make you do. You pushed at her head and she laughed, sitting up to take the strap off.
When she wasn’t paying attention, you crawled up behind her and pushed her shirt up, wincing at the marks on her back. “Lay down for me,” you requested softly. “On your stomach.” Robin obliged, lifting her shirt off as she went. You sat on the small of her back and let your hands roam over her. “‘M sorry I did this,” you apologized, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade. “Don’t be,” she insisted, “I like it when you scratch me, like when you pull my hair too.” You let out a groan and shoved her head into a pillow. “You’re such a freak.”
Robin’s hand fumbled for her polaroid on her nightstand and she handed it back to you, “And you just had the best sex of your life with that freak.” You flushed and even though she couldn’t see it, she smirked. “Shut up,” you mumbled before she said something that would make you ask for another round.
“D’you want me to take photos of your back for you?” you offered, figuring out how to work the camera. She hummed, which you took as a yes and splayed your fingers across the marks, taking a picture. Robin arched up into your touch slowly and you moved your hand to her hip, taking another picture when the camera had reloaded.
You leaned over and pulled open the drawer of her nightstand, your hand searching for the little bag of makeup you always kept in there and found your lipstick. Popping the cap off, you smudged some over your lips, gliding them together and then popping them. “What’s that for?” Robin asked, twisting her head back to look at you. You pressed your mouth to her neck and she giggled, letting her head rest on its side so she could watch you press kisses over the slope of her back, lips brushing over her skin reverently until had decided to be finished with your work of art.
Wrapping your fingers around her camera again, you pressed a final kiss to Robin’s lips and sat up, taking another picture. She twisted under you after the flash, causing you to tumble forward with a yelp. She caught you easily, her bare chest pressed against the lace of your bra. “This has been getting in my way all day,” she complained, reaching around to unhook the piece of clothing. You buried your face in the dip of her throat, smiling into her. “No pictures please, paparazzi,” you teased as she tugged your bra off and let it drop over the edge of the bed. “No promises,” she replied, hands already cupping your breasts.
You knew that, and you could not care less if she really wanted another photoshoot.
Lipstick cherry all over the lens as she's falling
“Baby, I feel stupid,” you whined, squirming in Robin’s lap. She held your hip with one hand and slid a clear piece of glass over the lens of her camera with the other. “It’s not gonna look stupid when I have the prettiest photos of you all to myself,” she responds, the hand on your hip squeezing gently. Your girlfriend was a massive perv when it came to you. As awkward as she might have been when you started dating, once she figured out what you were into, though, she was all in.
“‘Kay, gimme your face,” she instructed, setting her camera aside and taking hold of your chin. You tipped your head down, letting her put lipstick on you. Since you had taken photos of her back covered in kiss marks and your scratches Robin had found her latest obsession with you, lipstick. Now, her stupidly beautiful brain was coming up with all these ideas for more photos she could take and spending half of her paycheck on film.
When she finished, she kissed you lightly and leaned back on her couch cushions, picking up her camera once again. You followed her, smacking your lips against the glass covering the lens. She snorted at the sound of the kiss, it was the type that sounded comically loud. Robin placed her hand over your eyes and snapped a photo, shielding you from the flash before you could pull away. The picture that came out is a bit blurry when it finally appears but she holds it so tenderly you would think she was cradling your heart.
“Kiss?” she asked tenderly, looking up at you. This girl would be the death of you, truly. She was so pretty and barely even acknowledged it half the time, always more focused on you and how nice you were to her and marveling at how she had somehow earned you. You indulged her, cupping her face in your hands and lowering your head.
Robin tasted like coke and the strawberries that she ate out of your fingers, sucking the juice off to make you blush after. She was so devastatingly perfect, worth every bicker and argument you had. If you had to say she was right every time to kiss her like this, to love her like this, you would do it. Those gorgeous blue eyes of hers could get you to agree to anything.
She pulled back and you both laughed shyly, her hands roaming up your waist while yours tugged at her hair. Her head tilted back and you nibbled at her skin tentatively before biting down a little harder. Robin let out a whimper, and cursed at herself, knowing that you would tease her for folding so easily. “Always so easy for me,” you purred, rubbing your cheek against hers. She scoffed and held your head closer to hers, keeping you and your lipstick kisses as near as possible.
And miles of sharp blue water coming in
Where she lies
“Be careful, you’re going to get it wet!” Jonathan shouts, watching Robin wade into the water with her camera for a picture of a fish. If she did, you would just buy her a new one, she had been your sugar mommy long enough, it would be nice to repay the favor. You were stretched out on the shoreline of lovers lake with your friends all off either in the water or digging through the cooler Eddie and Steve had both generously donated to.
“Hello, sailor,” your girlfriend murmured to herself, dropping to her knees and crawling up your legs, her camera slung around her neck. “Keep it in your pants, Buckley,” Steve yelled over his shoulder as he planned a sandcastle with the two other guys. Robin could do that, absolutely. However, the key words had been her pants. She did not have any pants on currently, instead she was in the only swimsuit she owned, a deep blue one piece that brought out her eyes. Nor was she planning on taking off her metaphorical pants. Just yours.
You shrieked with laughter as she tickled your exposed stomach, writhing in her grip and shoving at her chest. “Robin, we’re in public,” you scolded half-heartedly, doing nothing to stop the hand that slid under your waist and subtly palmed your ass and her teeth sunk into your neck. She hummed, sucking a dark hickey right by the strap of your bikini; the one you had picked out, and she had bought because her paycheck had rolled in and she got off on buying you things just the tiniest bit.
“I know.” Her voice did not sound apologetic in the slightest as she rolled off of you, opting to curl up next to you instead. “Not like anyone can see us, though, that tree line is pretty thick and no one ever goes into the woods anymore.” She did have a point; the tiny stretch of shore you had found was secluded enough that no one would pay the gaggle of twenty somethings much mind if you were quiet.
“Did you get the picture of the fish you wanted?” you asked, rolling onto your side and propping yourself up on an elbow to stare down at her. Robin grabbed the photo she had cast aside when she had pounced on you and handed it to you. Through the murky water you could see the fins of a fish, probably a bass or some other types of small fish. “Good job,” you praised her, pressing a kiss to her nose and another to the corner of her mouth.
Robin preened, pushing out her chest and throwing an arm around your waist again. “Can I take one of you? Or a couple?” She already had a million photos of you, but who said no to a girl like her? You sat up and she stood to help you up, grabbing your hands and yanking you up next to her. You stumbled a little and she caught you by your elbows, laughing when one of your hands landed on her chest by accident. “Maybe Steve should be telling you to keep it in your pants,” she joked, leading you behind the cover of a nearby willow. The others could still see you through the wispy strands, but they knew to mind their business.
She went about her second favorite action of positioning you, having you stand with the water in the background and your face towards her. You shivered a little bit when her hands traced up your spine, just holding you for a moment. “Thank you for being the best model ever,” she acknowledged, kissing under your ear. Blush spread up from your neck, and she pulled back smiling at the look on your face.
Robin stepped back, holding her camera delicately before taking a picture. She gestured for you to turn your face and took another, taking a step forward before meeting you in the middle. For the next fifteen minutes or so she snuck kisses in between photos, dragging her lips up your neck while angling your head or grinding her hips down on yours when she wanted a picture of you laying in the sand.
She made Nancy take a picture of both of you when you finally emerged from hiding. Her hand was on your back, and her mouth was open with her tongue pressed against your cheek. Your own tongue was pointed in the direction over her while you winked at the camera, arm over her shoulder. Steve called you gross, Robin flipped him off and tackled you when Nancy was done with the photo.
Everyone was about two or three beers in by now and your girlfriend was singing very poorly while splashing in the water, a drunken siren trying to lure you to a watery capture in her arms. To be fair, her singing was not that bad, Eddie and Jonathan just could not harmonize for shit. Their sandcastle civilization had been destroyed by a rampant Nancy and Vickie, chasing each other up and down the beach in some unknown game that only they seemed to understand.
You waded into the water to make sure Robin didn’t drown who seemed to think differently about your fate as she immediately scooped you up and dunked you under, lifting you back up and tossing you into a slightly deeper area. You spluttered when you broke the surface again, gasping for air and clutching to her arms when she surrounded you again. “You hate me!” you declared in faux betrayal, threading your fingers into her hair as she nuzzled against your neck. “You actually hate me!”
Robin mumbled something into your skin, something you were pretty sure was sexual before looking up at you. “I do not hate you,” she retorted with no real force behind her voice. “Love you sooo much, see?” She planted a loud kiss to your cheek and you could hear someone fake vomit back on the beach. You rolled your eyes and pouted at her, feet brushing hers as you treaded water.
“You tried to drown me; I don’t think any magazines I’ve read consider that a grand gesture of love.” Her eyes were half lidded now and you doubted she was actually paying attention to your words, more interested in your lips. “Well, they need to keep up with the times then,” she whispered, pushing your wet hair out of your eyes. You kissed her deeply, biting her lip just to be annoying and get her to moan.
She leaned forward, so far that you felt the water lap at the back of your skull before you dragged her under with you, trying to swim away and make a run for the shore but she caught you again. You let her, you would always let her.
the crowd all love pulling Dolly Robin by the hair
By the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here
As she goes under again
“You’re so pretty,” Robin breathed, her head buried between your thighs. She had been eating you out for the better part of the hour, suckling your clit, dragging her tongue up and down your sensitive slit while you begged for her. You were trembling violently, having just had, what was it, your third orgasm? Her hands were holding your hips down, steadying your legs on her shoulders as she made you ruin her sheets. Robin insisted her bed was better for sex because her parents were hardly ever home and when they were, they just thought you were the best of friends and the moaning was…well you didn’t know what they thought the moaning was, but it was not important right now.
Your fingers twisted in the slight blonde of her hair, trying not to pull incredibly hard, but when she looked up at you as she slid her ring finger inside of you, it was impossible not to tug until she whimpered. "Robin," you gasped, trying to grind on her face. "A-another, please." She did as you wanted, adding her middle to your entrance and watching in awe as you took her easily. "Prettiest girl ever," she repeated, going back in with her tongue.
You had learned very early on that Robin was good with her mouth, in more ways than one. The whispers of French in your ear when she thought you weren't listening, her somehow perfect fluency when she rambled- improving every time because she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of you. And now, her lips pressed over your shaking skin, her fingers pumping in and out at a pace that made everything blurry, she wonders how she got here. How she earned you.
Robin was such a bitch- okay, maybe bitch wasn't the right word, but she definitely was not someone with the best karma. But maybe saving the world was enough to garner the attention of you.
Another twist of her hair had her rolling her own body down onto her sheets, searching for friction that would only have been found in you and your body. She hummed pleasantly, pulling her fingers out and replacing them with her tongue. You whined at the loss before you felt the heat of her on you again, teasing your cunt until tears pricked your eyes.
You were an absolutely pathetic mess now, both hands guiding her to give you what you needed. Trying to play dominant in the beginning had not worked out for you at all. Robin loved this, though, making you melt under her and still just letting you use her. She wanted to give you the entire world and for you to walk her through the process.
It had been easy enough to flirt your way into another sleepover; her parents loved you and Robin couldn't let her poor girl go home in a storm now, could she?
"So gorgeous, aren't you?" you had purred, pushing your girlfriend up against her bedroom door when you had escaped into her dimly lit room. "Don't you want to go down on me? How long has it been, a week?" Your hands slid up the column of her neck, your lips following as she tilted her head back for you.
Robin wanted that more than anything, to make you feel good, to have your body on hers, you looking down at her while she begs for affection on her knees. For all her jokes and witty remarks about "the babes at Emerson" to Nancy this girl was needy. She craved you more than anything else.
While you lived in your daydream of the past fifty minutes, Robin shifted you over to the side. You were almost too blissed out to noticed until she grabbed your hips again and lifted you, so your hips were over her face.
"Baby-" Your breath hitched when you realized what she wanted. "Don't," she cut you off, her voice sending small vibrations through your body as she spoke against your clit. "Don't fight me on this, please, I need it."
So, you didn't argue back, just pressed the back of your hand to your mouth as a moan rose out of you. Robin's tongue started slowly, trying to drag this one out. She knew that it never took long for you to get overstimulated and knew this was going to be mean, but she was so obsessed with the way you said her name, all whiny and broken like it was the only word you knew.
Her hands held you to her, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as you mewled. One broad sweep of her tongue, then another, flicking up near your clit and sucking gently. You ground your body down, the hand that wasn't shutting yourself up shaking and going back to her hair again.
Your nails dug into her scalp, scratching softly and listening to her own small noises. The ache she made you feel was so good. Your thighs were sticky and your slick dripped down her chin as she tried to swallow every last drop. Her lips moved with silent praise, trying to keep up with herself. "So pretty and taste so good, so, so good, baby," she panted. She kissed your clit and felt you shake like you were close.
"Robin," you whined, high pitched and begging. "I'm gonna cum, please let me, please, please, please." Her hips thrusted up into nothing, and you tugged at her hair, harder. "Yes, f-fuck, anything you want." The coil in your stomach was tight, about to snap and ruin you. "S'close, pretty girl, talk me through it, please," you whimpered.
She sucked in a breath, her voice finally reaching your ears. "You can do it, I know you can, you're so beautiful. All you have to do is let me make you feel good, it's okay." That did it, she did it. Nothing needed to be faked with Robin, not your orgasms, not your feelings and certainly not hers.
You were gushing all over her now and she was lapping it up eagerly. "Oh my god, shit," she groaned into your thigh, her hair being held in an iron grip between your fingers. She shifted you off of her face and kissed up your body, tracing over her marks. She was so proud of her art. "Did good, so good f'me," she huffed into your neck. You smiled, a little dazed but coherent enough to slide your hand into her sleep shorts.
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.
Plot what plot? Porn w/o plot, g!p Nat, creampie, orgasm denial, crying during sex, crybaby!reader, light spanking, shit ending
“Nat, go slower! S’too much!”
Nat’s grip on your hips tightened as she rocked into you again for the thousandth time. Your cunt was clamped down around her cock as her tip hit your cervix, burying herself impossibly deeper. “Poor baby, huh?” she panted, her breath hot on the back of your neck. “Can’t take anymore of my cock?”
You nodded, trying to push yourself back on her even though it was a direct contradiction. “Mhm, jus’ so big ‘n I can’t do it,” you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes. Nat’s head fell forward into your shoulder before a shudder racked her body. Her cum pumped into you for the third time tonight, spilling out of your pussy and soaking the already ruined sheets. You had been held in doggy for what felt like ages by your girlfriend as she fucked you. Despite her promise that if you were nice to her all week she would let you cum, she had finished several times where you were yet to see your first orgasm. It was so unfair.
“I know you can take it,” she insisted, her thrusts starting to pick up speed again once her head had cleared. A strangled whine tore out of you and you clawed helplessly at the pillows and blankets around you, trying to find any escape from the overstimulation. “Nat, please,” you begged, tits pressed together as she placed a hand on your back, forcing you to arch deeper. “You’re so deep and I haven’t cum once and you promised me and you’re being mean and-”
“I lied,” she cut you off flatly, fingers sliding up to fist in your hair and yanking your head back so she could see your eyes go round and glassy. “You actually think I was going to keep my promise, princess?”
Fat tears started to spill from your eyes and you mewled pathetically. Nat’s other hand found your swollen clit, drawing circles around it until you shook. “Is this what you want?” she taunted mercilessly. “You want to cum all over my cock?” She pinched your clit and you screamed, head falling back into the pillows as she let go off your hair. “Yes, yes, oh god yes, please, baby, I’ll be so good, be the best girl all for you.” Words that didn’t mean anything anymore tumbled out of your mouth, you would do whatever Nat asked to just get a single orgasm from her.
The hand that had been tangled in your hair smacked your ass and you moaned into the pillow beneath you, eyes rolling back. “Harder,” you gasped out before you even realized what you were saying. Nat smirked and spanked you again, doing as you wanted. “Like that, baby?”
“Fuck, yes,” you responded. Pussy fluttering around her cock, your vision went in and out, whether it was from your eyes rolling back or the tears you didn’t know. “You know I’m going to be shooting blanks before I let you cum, pretty girl,” Nat reminded you, pressing kisses up your back. “‘N I’ll just scoop my cum back up with my fingers and put it back in if it leaks out,” she cooed, pulling out all the way before slamming back inside. You groaned, legs on the verge of giving out. “Maybe I’ll even make you finger yourself to keep inside, how does that sound?”
You gave up trying to form proper thoughts, just nodded along, eyes still dripping pleasure tears onto the pillows. Being Nat’s girl meant being tortured on the regular by all her little kinks but you didn’t mind!
Smut, unprotected pinv, breeding, daddy kink, hairpulling, mentions of cucking, toxic relationship, bondage, degradation, little exhibitionism, roleplay, jealousy, past Jackieshauna, au where Jackie is an afab cis girl and got pregnant with Shauna's baby and died in the wilderness instead of og death plot
Shauna is rarely gentle -no offense to you of course- she’s just stressed the fuck out.
She loves it when you know that she’s in control, even when you’re on top. Naturally this leads you to be a massive bottom with her. When Shauna has you ride her it starts off as just cockwarming after a long day, having you whisper in her ear about your chores or what the other girls did to rile her up. Her hips start moving, fucking up into you slowly before her hands are grabbing your waist and slamming you down on her dick.
She’s also ridiculously jealous (inferiority complex much?) Whenever you try to tell her about Nat or Tai or Lottie; especially Lottie, she hates it. Everyone in camp is on board with the whole sharing thing including her but Shauna always tries to forget that you don’t just belong to her. Sometimes her jealousy comes on strong, bringing out a side that surpasses her usual coldness. She’ll bite and mark you with hickeys or leave a pretty pearl necklace on your throat for the others to see before they can have their turn with you.
She has you wear Jackie's necklace sometimes when she cums. You'll be staring up at her, chest heaving and her eyes will be fixated on that tiny golden heart as she pumps her load deeper and deeper into your cunt.
Breeding kink for sure but is terrified after what happened to Jackie. That doesn’t stop her from having a terrible pull out game, though. It’s mostly because she’s pretty easy for you, regardless of the facade she puts on. You also beg like crazy for it, physically and verbally. Rocking your hips back, telling her what a good mommy you’d be to her kids, she goes insane.
Her cum is pretty thick and opaque and is just sticky enough for there to be a little stretch when you pull your thighs apart. Shauna’s favorite places to cum are down your throat, inside or on your stomach. She likes thinking of it as another marking that you’re hers, no matter what anyone else says.
She packs more girth than length, honestly, although five inches when soft isn’t terrible in her mind. Although she tries not to let it show, she’s a little insecure about being uncircumcised, even if you don’t care. The only time she ever gets subby is when you’re on your knees for her; this girl whines like crazy. Her most sensitive area is her tip but if you caress her balls or drag a nail up the vein on her shaft there will definitely be drops of precum waiting for you when you turn your attention back to the head.
Sometimes she’ll "accidentally" moan Jackie’s name when having sex, specifically when she’s mad at you for something. Does this breed toxicity? Maybe. Do you moan another name back at her too? Absolutely.
Shauna’s freaked out for sure. For positions she likes when she can see your face so things like missionary, cowgirl, a mating press. When you’re being a brat she prefers doggy, though. It gives her the ability to pull your head back by your hair and put you in your place. Shauna didn’t know a whole lot about what she liked before she started messing around with you because her only experience was Jackie who was pretty vanilla.
She’s into bondage, having your hands tied up over your head while she goes down on you is great for her because you can’t do anything to stop her. She respects safewords, of course, but being pulled off of your cunt in the middle of worshipping your clit because you got overstimulated pisses her the fuck off.
Shauna doesn’t really have a mommy kink but daddy is definitely a turn on. It gives her control, her favorite thing in the world and makes her feel like she’s better than you, especially if she’s jealous of you like she was of Jackie.
Speaking of her jealousy again, cucking. She hates it. You love it, specifically if she’s been mean to you in the past few days. Mari will happily agree to ambush Shauna with you so you can restrain her in your hut and make her watch the other girls fuck you.
Degradation is also another massive kink of hers. Pre crash Shauna, not so much, but wilderness Shauna who is so overwhelmed in pain and anger with no one to let it out on, definitely. It comes from less of a place of actually disliking you and more of her desire to “stay loyal” to Jackie in her mind. She is genuinely attracted to you, she just feels so much self disgust for moving on that she needs to project it somewhere.
Hunter/prey is obviously on the table. This is more of a group thing that she is actually willing to engage in because she makes it competitive. Who can track you down first? Who gets the first taste of you after the hunt? Who gets to feed you? She loves to be the one to assert her superiority over the others when it comes to you. This is also where hair pulling comes in because Shauna will absolutely drag you by your hair back to camp after she wins.
She also likes to cut your hair. It’s kinda creepy, honestly, but cute in some contexts. If you want an actual haircut she’ll help you plan for the style or ask one of the girls with your similar hair type, like you were still back home and it actually mattered if it turned out alright or not. On the other hand, sometimes she’ll cut off a piece of it in your sleep and keep it. She doesn’t really explain why but some days you catch her with her nose buried in the hair still on your head and wonder if she just likes the smell.
Shauna’s more of a fingerer than an eater, to be honest, she feels like she’s able to please you better when her hand is actually inside you. But because of assumed lack of nail trimmers in the wilderness, she grows to be the biggest carpet muncher known to man. She will in fact challenge Tai on this and have friendly competitions to see who’s better.
She gets hard over the little things and it pisses her off. Especially when she’s trying to be all moody and mysterious after sex and you’re laying next to her, smiling like you can’t stop. It’s annoying how actually attached to you she is and she feels like it’s a weakness.
She looks for Jackie in your mannerisms. A pout, a joke, a laugh, a moment to lead. She misses her best friend so much it hurts and sometimes she wants to pretend. Shauna knows you’re your own person with your own feelings and thoughts and she wants it to be enough, she really does, but it isn’t.
When she cums it’s loud, like she wants people to know she just made a mess in/on you. She pants in your ear, trying to find the perfect blend of complements and insults as her hips stutter. Possessive as hell, too. Does the same thing she did with Jackie on you and loves it. It’s such a turn on to hear a pretty girl moaning “I love you Shauna” over and over while her cock throbs inside her equally pretty pussy.
Likes a discreet little handjob around the fire on the occasional night. It’s normally so out of character for her but this is Shauna Shipman, the master of sneaking around under her friends’ noses. She’s also just so unnaturally calm about it. Any other day, getting her dick played with turns her into a whimpering mess but when she’s surrounded by the other yellowjackets it’s nothing but normal conversation?? Kinda freaks you out, to be honest.
She’s into roleplay (just not with Jeff.) There have been many nights of rivals at nationals, cheerleader and player, hard to get, etc. She loses herself in it, it’s a way of forgetting her private hell that she lives every single day in the wilderness. You help with it better than she could imagine.
A/N: I haven't written for any of the other yellowjackets besides Nat so this isn't my best work but I'm open for writing for most of them! Credit to @uzmacchiato for the divider
