#playfetchbabe

the first thing steve registers is sound.

not loud enough to jolt him awake all at once but small, broken, barely-there noises, tucked into the quiet of the house. the kind that don’t belong in a nightmare, but don’t quite feel right either.

he blinks into the dark, body still heavy with sleep, arms instinctively tightening around the warm weight sprawled across him.

you’re tangled together the way you always are by morning. your leg thrown over his hip, your cheek pressed into his chest, his arm curved securely around your back.

another sound slips out of you, almost like a whimper.

steve’s heart kicks.

“hey,” he murmurs immediately, voice rough with sleep, hand smoothing up and down your spine. “hey, it’s okay. i got you.”

you don’t wake up.

his brain goes straight into panic mode because it always does with you.

nightmare, bad dream, something he missed. he shifts just enough to look down at you, trying to make out your face in the faint glow of the streetlight sneaking in through the thin curtains.

your brow isn’t furrowed. you’re not tense.

if anything… you’re warm and relaxed.

another sound leaves you, quieter this time, and steve freezes.

oh.

the concern drains out of him all at once, replaced with something slower, heavier, settling low in his stomach.

he tenses as he feels you rock your panty-clad cunt against his thigh. shiiiittttt.

you whimper softly in your sleep, still lost in the throes of your dream, as you start to grind your hips more deliberately against steve's thigh.

his breath catches in his throat as he realizes what's happening. he's frozen for a second, hardly believing it at first.

but there's no mistaking the slow, steady grind of your cunt against him now and the slick heat of your arousal bleeding through the thin fabric of your panties.

steve’s not sure whether to wake you or let you keep dreaming. he knows he should probably put a stop to this before it goes too far.

but god, the way you're rubbing up against him, chasing your own pleasure in your sleep, it's so fucking sexy.

he feels your little whimpers vibrating through his chest as your hips start grinding faster and harder, chasing something only you can feel.

he knows he should stop this. he should shake you awake right now. but he can't bring himself to do it.

so instead, he keeps his hand on your back, holding you close as you hump his thigh, your pussy soaking wet against his skin.

steve’s hand slips down from your back to cup the curve of your ass through your soaked panties. He squeezes the plump flesh, feeling it yield to his touch as he kneads and massages, trying to rouse you from your dream.

the more he touches you, the more you seem to lose yourself in it, your hips bucking more insistently against him. he feels the damp patch on your panties spreading, the fabric soaked through with your juices as you grind yourself stupid against him.

he can't stand it anymore. he needs to wake you up, needs to see your eyes open, and know you're okay. that this is what you want too.

the slips his fingers under the elastic of your panties, pushing them to the side as he cups your bare cunt in his large hand.

your skin is scorching hot and slick with arousal, swollen lips parting around his invading digit as he pushes one long finger deep inside you.

you moan aloud, low and wanton in your sleep, your pussy clenching greedily around his finger as he starts to pump it in and out.

with his free hand, he reaches up and gently shakes your shoulder, murmuring your name into the darkness. "hey, sweetheart. wake up.”

you startled in your sleep, his touch and voice piercing through the haze of your dream. your eyes fluttered open, meeting his in the dim light filtering through the curtains.

confusion clouded your gaze momentarily as you tried to orient yourself, your mind still foggy from sleep.

"mmnh...steve?" you mumbled, your voice thick with exhaustion. your eyes widened as you felt his finger buried deep inside your dripping cunt, your body throbbing needily around the welcome intrusion.

the sensation sent sparks of pleasure up your spine, your nipples hardening beneath steve’s shirt you were using to sleep.

before you could say anything else, you found yourself rocking your hips forward, grinding against his hand as the remnants of your dream desire took over.

the movement pushed your pussy more firmly onto his finger, and you gasped softly as a particularly pleasurable jolt of sensation raced through you.

"oh god..." you whimpered, a blush creeping across your cheeks as you realized you had been humping him in your sleep.

"did i... i mean, were you just... oh!" your question dissolved into a moan as he sank a second finger inside you and curled them.

you gasp and shudder as steve curls his fingers just right, rubbing against that spongy spot deep inside that makes your toes curl and your back arch.

"yes," he rumbles, his voice dropping an octave, heavy with lust and desire. "you were rubbing yourself on my thigh in your sleep. fuck…i couldn't help myself when i felt how wet you were..."

his thumb finds your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in slow, teasing strokes. your hips buck up to meet his touch as another whimper escapes your lips.

"does it feel good, baby?" he slides another thick finger inside you, stretching you open. "wanna hear you make those pretty little noises again..."

steve’s cock throbs eagerly between his legs as you sink yourself further onto his embedded fingers, your slick walls gripping him like a vice. he groans at the hot, tight feel of your cunt, your arousal dripping down to his palm.

"goddamn, you're fucking soaked," he grunts, his voice strained as he watches you fuck yourself on his fingers.

"did dreaming of getting fucked work you up so much? my dirty girl..."

"please, please..." your pleading whines fill the air, sweet and needy. "need your cock, steve. want it so bad."

you’re practically crawling out of your skin with longing, every nerve ending alight and screaming for his touch. your pussy throbs once again around his fingers, fluttering and clenching, trying to suck him deeper.

steve bites down on his lip as he pulls his fingers out of you slowly with a pop.

"c'mere baby.” he say softly, bringing you even closer to him. "gonna fuck this greedy little cunt real good."

he pushes your knees up and out, opening you wider to him as he settles between your thighs. he lifts his hips up and quickly slides off his boxers. the thick head of his cock nudges against your swollen folds, painting your slit with his own arousal.

your nails dig into steve’s biceps as he slowly bottoms out into you, eliciting gasps from both of you.

you nuzzle your head into his chest, your eyes watering at the stretch. “shhh, it’s okay, baby. i know…” he coos.

"fuck, so tight," he groans, holding himself still, letting you adjust to his size.

slowly, he starts to move, rolling his hips up into your cunt.

"s..so big," you whine breathlessly, feeling every thick inch of him sliding in and out of your fluttering core. "filling me up so good..."

steve shushes you with a deep, rumbling moan, his hand cupping your jaw as he claims your mouth in a searing kiss. his tongue delves past your parted lips, stroking along yours, swallowing your needy little whimpers.

he sets a steady rhythm. his large hands gripping your hips as he rocks you down onto his cock.

"nngh, you feel so fucking good," steve grits out between clenched teeth, sweat dampening his brow as he loses himself in the slick slide of your bodies moving together.

"gonna fuck you all... ugh... fucking night if you keep squeezing me like this." he chokes out.

his fingers find your sensitive clit, rubbing slick circles over the swollen nub as he drives into you over and over. the dual stimulation has you seeing stars, your pussy spasming erratically around him.

steve pulls you flush against his broad chest, strong arms wrapping around you like a bear hug as he rolls his hips up to meet yours.

"fuck, sweetheart, feel so good around me," he rumbles, his voice low and deep in his chest which is pressed against yours.

"your pussy... it's perfect baby. squeezing my cock like you never want me to leave."

he peppers kisses across your neck and cheeks, murmuring praise and adoration between each thrust. "such a good girl, taking me so deep. so beautiful.”

he hands roam your curves greedily, palming your breasts, kneading the flesh as it bounces from the force of his thrusts.

"gorgeous," he murmurs, voice ragged with emotion and lust. his gaze is locked on your face, drinking in every flicker of pleasure, every flash of ecstasy that crosses your features. "sexiest fucking thing i've ever seen."

the shifts the angle of his hips, hitting that secret spot deep inside that makes you scream.

"yeah? right there, baby? you like that?" he starts thrusting harder, faster, driving into you with increasing fervor as your slick walls clench and flutter around him.

the wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, punctuated by your breathy moans and his low, guttural grunts.

"that’s it, baby. fuck, just like that,” he moans, hugging you tighter and kissing the top of your head.

“c…c…cum…” you babble, completely fucked dumb. trying to warn him about your impending release.

“yeah? come on baby. cum for me.” steve captures your mouth in a searing kiss once again, swallowing your screams.

when he slams home one last time, grinding his pelvis against yours, it sends you tumbling right over the edge.

you cry against his lips. his cock pulses with his impending release as your nails drag down his chest. “shit. that’s it… that’s my fucking girl.”

when you pull back slightly and he’s met with your fucked out face, he loses it. “oh fuck—“ he moans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

rope after rope of his release floods your cunt, making your pussy spasm weakly.

after a few minutes of silence besides the heavy breathing between the two of you, steve laughs… out of breath and disbelief.

the front door barely has time to close before steve’s already grinning, a bulky cardboard box tucked under his arm like he’s been waiting all day to show it off.

“you are not gonna believe what i got,” he says, kicking the door shut with his heel.

the box thumps onto the coffee table, heavier than it looks. he crouches in front of it immediately, fingers already tearing through the tape.

inside, nestled in molded foam, is the camcorder, big, black, and unmistakably serious-looking. steve whistles under his breath.

“this thing cost me, like… a lot,” he admits, lifting it out with both hands. the weight makes his arms tense automatically, muscles flexing as he adjusts his grip. it’s bulky, awkward, the strap stiff and unfamiliar as it slides over his shoulder.

he sets it down carefully, like it might bite him if he does it wrong.

“okay, so… don’t touch anything yet,” he says, half to you, half to himself, already reaching for the folded instruction booklet. him skims it once, scoffs, then sighs and actually starts reading.

the camcorder clicks when he flips a switch. nothing happens.

you look at him with an amused expression, tapping your fingers against the table.

steve frowns, taps the side once. then again. “c’mon. don’t do this to me.”

finally, a low mechanical whirr fills the room. his face lights up instantly.

“yes! yes. okay, we’re in business.”

he lifts it again, settling it against his shoulder. it pulls at his arm, solid and heavy, but he adjusts easily, like it’s just another piece of gear he’s decided to master. he peers through the viewfinder, squinting, shifting his stance to steady the frame.

“how do i…?” he presses a button. the red light clicks on.

steve freezes for half a second. then he smiles, soft and proud and a little amazed.

“oh my god,” he laughs quietly. “it’s actually working.”

“you gonna tell me how work went? or is this all you’re gonna talk about?” you ask him, a big smile on your face.

“later.” steve mutters, and lowers it just enough to look at you.

“c’mere,” he says, already raising it again, voice warm with excitement. “i wanna remember this.”

you wave at the camera, glancing up at him. “hi.”

“oh come on. give me something.” steve says, gesturing with his hand.

“who am i addressing?”

“whoever you want.”

“hi, world. it’s uh,” you glance at the clock on the wall. “it’s 8:03 at night. and today is tuesday. december 7, 1987.”

you pause for a second, thinking of what to say. you suddenly get up, pushing your chair in. “okay. i’m gonna give you a house tour.”

the house tour dissolves into laughter by the time you get into the bedroom.

steve backs through the doorway, camcorder perched on his shoulder, narrating like he’s on some low-budget reality show.

“and uhm. this is the bedroom,” he says, panning slowly, a little too seriously for someone clearly having the time of his life. “it’s… small. but, y’know. cozy.”

you groan, heat creeping up your neck. “oh my god, steve, this is so weird,” you laugh, covering your face as you cross the room and flop onto the bed.

the mattress squeaks softly under your weight. the camcorder follows you automatically.

“what do i do?” you ask, peeking at steve through your fingers, already smiling too hard.

he chuckles, the sound muffled behind the camera. “i dunno,” he shrugs, even though you can hear the smile in his voice. “strike a pose or something.”

you roll your eyes but sit up anyway, shifting until you’re leaning back on your hands. “like this?” you tease.

steve’s answer isn’t immediate. instead, the camcorder zooms in slowly, deliberately. the quiet mechanical whirr fills the room as your face fills the frame.

he’s looking at you through the viewfinder now, eyes darker, more focused than before.

you swallow. then, without really thinking about it, you bite down gently on your lower lip.

steve exhales sharply.

“hey,” he says, half-laughing, half-warning, lowering the camcorder just enough that you can see his expression. “c’mon. that’s not fair.”

“what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

“stop looking at me like that.” steve breathes out.

slowly, deliberately, you crawl toward the edge of the bed, the sheets shifting beneath you. steve stiffens instantly, fingers tightening around the camcorder as you get closer. the camera dips for half a second before he steadies it again.

you stop just short of him, close enough now that the lens feels intrusive. you lean forward, peering straight into it, into him eyes bright, lips parted just enough to be dangerous.

the camcorder zooms in without him even meaning to, the mechanical whirr loud in the sudden quiet. your face fills the viewfinder. steve swallows.

“jesus,” he murmurs, mostly to himself.

you shift your weight, resting your hands at the edge of the mattress, gaze never leaving the camera. you know exactly what you’re doing now—the little pause before you blink.

you lean even closer, close enough that the lens almost feels like it’s invading your space. steve’s grip tightens immediately, knuckles whitening around the side handle as he instinctively lifts the camcorder higher, like distance might save him.

it doesn’t. steve swallows hard.

“don’t,” he says, but there’s no real authority behind it. just breath and tension.

“don’t what?” you ask softly, leaning in so the camera has no choice but to follow. “i thought you wanted this on tape.”

the camcorder wobbles. just barely. steve steadies it fast, jaw tightening as he adjusts his stance, planting his feet like that’ll help. the strap digs into his shoulder now, the weight suddenly very noticeable.

“you’re making this difficult,” he mutters.

“am i?” you smile again and crawl a little closer anyway, bracing one hand on the mattress near his knee. you look straight into the camera again, lashes lowered, lips parting just enough to make his breath hitch.

the zoom clicks in without him meaning to.

“jesus.” steve exhales, arm flexing as he lifts the camcorder higher, like he’s physically holding himself back with it. “you’re gonna make me drop this thing.”

“would that be so bad?” you tease, eyes flicking to him now instead of the lens.

that does it. steve laughs under his breath, shaky and helpless, shoulders sagging just a little as he fights to keep the camera steady. “well… yeah. this cost a lot.”

“then be careful. i wanna make this first video memorable.” you hum, leaning back so you were sitting now. holding yourself up with your hands.

the camcorder dips another inch before he catches himself, breath uneven now, eyes dark and locked on you. the red RECORD light is still on. still watching.

you slowly trace the buttons on your cardigan, making sure to look directly into the camera.

"you’re not making this easy," steve says, his voice strained. the camera lens zooms and wobbles, trying to keep you in focus.

"making what easy?" you ask coyly, batting your eyelashes at him. your other hand slides down the bedsheet, fingers curling around the edge. "this is just the beginning."

you slip a button through its loop, the wool parting to reveal a sliver of your collarbones. the neckline of your sweater dips lower with each button you undo.

steve takes a shaky breath, trying to keep the shot steady. but you can see the tension in his arm, the way his bicep flexes under the sleeve of his shirt as he fights to keep the lens trained on you.

"i thought you wanted to practice taping a family home video," steve says, but it comes out ragged, almost incredulous. his eyes are glued to the sliver of skin you've revealed, to the swell of your tits straining against the flimsy fabric of your sweater.

you raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "i do. just think of it as capturing... intimate bonding moments."

you undo another button as you say it, the neckline dipping lower. steve's adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. you watch the camera tremble slightly as he licks his lips, his gaze flicking from your face to your chest and back again.

"and something tells me this is going to be a very... memorable video."

you undo the next button, and the next, until half of your sweater is slipping off your shoulders.

steve’s jaw ticks as he tries to maintain control, the camera lens quivering as it frames your face, then pans down to your exposed collarbone and the tantalizing view of your cleavage.

you watch him, your eyes hooded and your lips parted, as you slowly drag your sweater off your shoulders completely.

the wool falls away, revealing the thin, lacy fabric of your bra straining against your hardened nipples.

"i wanted to show you how to work this camera," steve grits out, even as his eyes roam hungrily over your curves. "not capture some kind of... dirty harry porn."

"but baby," you breathe, reaching behind you to unhook your bra with deliberate slowness. "don’t you want to capture every moment?”

your bra falls away, your breasts tumbling free, nipples stiff and aching for steve’s hands on them.

"fuck," steve exhales, fighting to keep the lens steady as the weight of the camcorder trembles in his grasp.

you watch his face intently, noting how his eyes darken with desire as he struggles to hold the camera still.

“wanna tell me what you're thinking about?" you ask, as if not knowing damn well the effect you have on him.

"nothing. i’m not thinking about anything,"

but the bulge growing in his pants tells a different story. you can see the outline of his hard, throbbing cock straining against the denim of his jeans.

you arch your back slightly, pushing your chest up. “i think... you are thinking about all the ways you want to touch me," you breathe out, your voice low and sultry.

your fingers slide down your waist and your hip as steve watches with a pounding heartbeat. "all the things you want to do to me right now.”

"can you blame me?" steve asks, his voice rough with desire. "you're making it harder to concentrate."

his eyes follow the path of your fingers as they trail over your exposed breasts, down your waist, and hips. the camera zooms and pans, trying to keep up with the tantalizing journey of your touch.

"but i thought we were making a video," he says, even as his eyes roam hungrily over your curves. "to learn how to use this fucking camera."

"mmh, yes... learning is always good," you purr, rising onto your knees slowly. "and i want you to teach me everything."

you rise onto your knees, the bed creaking softly beneath you as you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties. with a tantalizing, slow drag, you pull them down over your hips.

"is learning what you want?" you ask, a coy smile playing at the corners of your mouth as you tease the panties lower. "or is this...?"

you lean back and spread your legs slightly. your panties hit the floor and your hand drifts between your legs, fingers brushing ever so lightly over your pussy, feeling the wetness that's already gathering there.

steve swallows hard, breath unsteady as he fights to keep the camera trained on your face, even as it wobbles with his building lust.

you part your thighs further, giving yourself room to touch. your fingers dip lower, stroking along your slit.

“jesus christ.” he breathes, wanting nothing more than to replace your fingers with his.

you let out a soft moan, feeling the effect you're having on him as your fingers delve deeper, stroking your slick folds. your head tilts back, jaw slack, as your hips grind up subtly to the rhythm of your touch.

"i can't help it," you gasp, feeling the camera shaky and zoomed right in on your face as your pleasure builds. "it feels so good. touching myself like this. in front of you."

you circle your clit slowly, teasingly, drawing out each movement as the camera catches the blissed-out expression on your face.

your other hand roams your body, caressing the swell of your breasts, your ribcage, your hip. every inch of skin feels electric and alive as you touch yourself for both his viewing pleasure and yours.

"shit," steve grunts, fighting to hold the camera steady as he watches your fingers work between your legs, stroking your wetness, sinking into your heat.

your hips roll and buck as your orgasm builds, fingers plunging in and out of your clenching cunt.

"do you like watching me like this, baby?" you ask breathlessly between whimpers, your cheeks flushed and face a mask of pleasure.

"do you like seeing me fuck myself? seeing how wet i am... how much i need it? how bad i need your cock inside me?”

your hips rock and buck, meeting the thrusts of your fingers plunging in and out of your pussy.

steve’s jeans are visibly tented, the hard ridge of his erection straining against the thick denim. you can see how desperate he is to be buried inside you.

his tongue darts out to wet his suddenly dry lips as he watches your fingers plunging into your dripping cunt, your moans and gasps filling the room.

"i fucking love it," he grunts out, jaw clenched. "i love watching you touch yourself, getting yourself off.. knowing it's for me."

his voice is rough, almost a growl as he fights to hold himself back, to keep the camera trained on your quivering body. but you can see him shaking, his arm flexing as he zooms in and out, not quite able to stay still.

"m’ getting close" you pant out, your hips bucking wildly as you finger yourself.

"gonna cum so hard, watching you watch me. knowing it's turning you on so much..."

“go on sweetheart. you can do it.”

your moans crescendo into a sharp cry as your orgasm crashes through you, your body convulsing with the force of it.

you come undone with steve’s name on your mouth, your juices flooding out around your pistoning fingers.

steve finally loses the last threads of his control. he couldn’t take it anymore. with a guttural groan, he puts the camera away and props it up on the bedside table.

you barely register the clunk of the heavy camera being set down before you feel the bed dip beside you.

"can’t fucking take it anymore," steve exhales, his voice strained with lust and desperation.

he grabs you, rolling you over onto your back, looming over you. you gasp as he tears at his clothes, shrugging off his shirt and shoving down his jeans, his rigid erection springing free.

he kicks the jeans off the rest of the way before he's on you, between your spread thighs. you can feel the scorching heat of his skin against yours and his weight pressing you down into the mattress.

steve presses his lips against yours, the kiss hot and messy. “fuckin love you.”

you open your mouth to respond but his dick nudges against your sensitive, dripping folds. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as your fingers curl into his shoulders.

his hips twitch, his thick length gliding through your slick arousal, teasing your entrance. you can feel how hard he is, how much he needs to be buried inside you right now.

"please steve," you whimper, your voice ragged as the aftershocks of your orgasm still ripple through you. you rock your hips up, trying to take him in.

his control snaps at your desperate pleas. with a sound that's somewhere between a growl and a moan, he bucks his hips forward, slowly sinking his cock inside you.

you both cry out at the sudden, intense sensation, your voices mingling in the charged air of the bedroom.

he hilts inside you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he begins to move, taking you with deep, powerful thrusts that have the entire bed shaking.

"fuck, so fucking tight," he grits out, staring down at you with wild eyes darkened by lust and desire. one of his hands intertwines with one of yours.

his other hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he takes you, claiming you, owning you completely.

"oh god, yes!" you scream, your nails digging into his back as you hold on for dear life, your pussy clenching and gripping his plunging cock like a velvet vice.

"so fuckin big.. oh! steve!" you roll your hips up to meet his thrusts and he tries not to let the comment go to his ego, smiling down at you.

steve snaps his hips faster, the bed creaking and shaking with the force of his thrusts as he takes you hard and deep.

you can feel every thick inch of him pulsing and throbbing inside you, stretching you out, claiming you in the most primal way possible. your legs wrap tighter around his waist, your heels digging into his backside as you urge him on, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"yes, fuck... just like that," he moans out, sweat dampening his brow as he fucks into you. "taking my cock so fucking well... so greedy for it."

he leans down, capturing one of your bouncing tits in his mouth, sucking hard on the stiff peak as he pounds into you.

his teeth graze your nipple before he bites down, sending a jolt of pained pleasure straight to your core. you cry out, arching your back, pushing your tit further into his hot mouth as your pussy clenches and spasms around his pistoning cock.

"yes, yes, fuck!" you scream, your voice hoarse with pleasure and desperation as you feel him pounding into you, his hips slamming against yours with bruising force. his hand slides down to circle your clit.

"don’t pull out, please... wanna feel you cum inside me. give it to me, baby. please!”

his cock throbs at the sheer thought of cumming inside you, letting out a whimper.

"if you're sure," he grunts, his voice a low, guttural rumble as he fucks into you harder, his hips slapping lewdly against yours. “you want my cum that badly, you want me to fill this tight pussy up? want to feel it dripping out of you after i’m done?"

he punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, grinding his pelvis against yours, making sure you feel every thick, throbbing inch of him hilted deep inside you.

“please! cum inside me!” you whine, your eyes watering from the pleasure. “put a baby in me.”

your words completely break him, his hips jerk forward and stutter. a strangled pathetic moan tears from his throat as he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock throbs and pulses.

as soon as you can feel each heavy spurt of his release spurt inside you, you join him. you cum so hard your vision goes white for a second.

"fuck... take it," he grunts, grinding his teeth as he rides out the waves of his intense orgasm, making sure every last drop of his cum is seated deep inside you.

as the waves of your shared orgasms begin to subside, steve slowly pulls out, a low groan rumbling from his chest at the sensation of his softening cock slipping from your dripping, well-fucked pussy.

you both gasp as the last of his release trickles out, leaking down your thighs.

but then he's moving, reaching for the camera with a lust-crazed intensity in his eyes. he snatches it up, fumbling with the lens as he zooms in, the camera zeroing in on the obscene sight of his cum oozing out of your stretched cunt.

"look at that... fucking beautiful," he breathes, his voice rough with satisfaction and a twisted sense of pride.

“such a good girl. let’s get you cleaned up.” he coos softly, placing a soft kiss against your lips.

the night air hits you all at once as nancy pulls the door open.

the music dulls behind you, laughter spilling out through the cracked door before it shuts again. it’s colder than you expect and you didn’t bring a jacket.

you shiver and robin notices immediately.

her hand finds yours, fingers warm, thumb brushing your knuckles, as if it’s instinct. she glances at you, brows soft but eyes searching.

“you good, baby?” she asks quietly.

nancy doesn’t slow down. you open your mouth to respond but nancy cuts in.

“keep walking,” she says, calm and even, like she hasn’t been watching you all night.

you try to keep your expression neutral, but you can feel the tension and the way they’re practically flanking you without even meaning to.

the gravel crunches under your heels as you reach the car.

nancy stops and turns to face you. her gaze is steady. assessing. the kind that makes your mouth go dry.

“you had fun in there?” she asks.

robin’s fingers tighten just a little around yours.

you tilt your head, a tiny, defiant smile pulling at your lips. “i was just talking.”

you weren’t just talking though. you were flirting all night with your close friend, eddie.

nancy exhales through her nose, something sharp flashing behind her eyes. she reaches past you and opens the passenger door.

“get in.”

robin hesitates for half a second, then leans in close, her voice low and gentle. “we’ll talk when we’re home, okay?”

okay doesn’t feel optional at all.

you slide into the seat. the door shuts with a solid thunk that makes your stomach flip. you were so fucked.

the drive is quiet.

no radio. no small talk. just the hum of the road and the soft click of the turn signal. you squirm in the backseat.

nancy’s hands are tight on the steering wheel.

robin watches you through the rear view mirror, her expression unreadable. not upset, not angry, just… focused.

“you’re being very quiet.” robin speaks up.

you shrug. “you just told me to listen.”

her lips twitch. just barely.

nancy speaks without looking at you.

“don’t get comfortable. this conversation isn’t happening in the car.”

robin nods. “at home.”

the rest of the drive stretches on, heavy and charged, every streetlight flashing past like a countdown.

the front door closes behind you with a quiet click. it sounds louder than it should.

you stand there for a second, heart pounding, the house dim and still around you. the party noise feels like it happened in another universe. your skin is buzzing nerves, adrenaline, something warm and traitorous curling low in your stomach.

robin sets her keys down carefully. too careful.

you were expecting nancy to yell at you. nancy doesn’t move right away. she just turns and looks at you.

not angry. not rushed. calm.

and somehow that’s worse.

you swallow.

nancy tilts her head slightly, studying you like she’s deciding something. her voice, when she speaks, is level and quiet.

“upstairs.”

your breath catches. fuck.

robin’s eyes flick to nancy, then back to you. there’s something soft there. reassurance, maybe? but she doesn’t contradict her.

nancy steps closer. not invading your space.

“go to the bedroom,” she says. “sit. and wait for us.”

you hesitate for half a second before turning to go to the stairs.

halfway up the stairs, nancy speaks again.

“no distractions,” she says evenly. “no changing. no pacing. sit and don’t move.”

you stop, fingers tightening around the banister.

“yes, nancy,” slips out before you can stop it.

when you sit on the edge of the bed, your hands are shaking just a little. you were so scared and… turned on.

downstairs, you hear robin and nancy’s voices. low and muffled. you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation.

the door swings open, robin walking in with a soft smile on her face. no nancy though.

“where’s nancy?” you ask, confused, looking behind her.

robin sits down next to you, her hand resting on your thigh. “she’ll be up here in a second. don’t worry.”

“here. let me take these off.” robin hums, sliding off your heels. “feel better?”

you nod, your eyes darting to the door as it swings open once again. you immediately straighten up.

your heart stops as you see the handcuffs in nancy’s hands.

“nance—“ you begin to protest when you feel robin’s grip on your thigh.

“arms up.” nancy orders, moving closer to you.

robin helps you move so you’re back is up against the headboard of the bed. you hesitantly lift your arms.

nancy cuffs each of your wrists to the headboard. you let out a shaky breath as the cool metal wraps around your skin.

your eyebrows raise and knit together in confusion, watching nancy crawl on the bed and kiss robin.

what was going on?

you could only stay silent, waiting for your ultimate fate.

robin's hands roam over nancy's curves, squeezing and kneading her tits as they moan against each other's lips.

nancy hooks a leg around robin’s hip, opening herself up to robin's wandering touch. robin takes the opportunity to slip a hand between nancy's thighs, stroking and rubbing through the fabric of her panties.

your thighs clench once again and you squirm against the headboard, cuffs rattling softly against the wood.

the ache between your legs throbs insistently as you're forced to watch your girlfriends make out in front of you.

robin flips them over, ending up on top of nancy on the bed. she attacks her neck with feverish kisses and bites, leaving a trail of dark hickies in her wake.

nancy writhes beneath her as robin's fingers slip under the elastic of her panties to rub her swollen, dripping pussy.

you pant heavily, trying to control your breathing as you watch the lewd display before you.

robin’s fingers sink deep into nancy. eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

obscene wet sounds fill the room as robin finger fucks nancy with hard, fast thrusts.

"fuck, just like that," nancy hisses, hips rolling up to meet every pump of robin's wrist. "faster, babe."

your stomach turns as you watch nancy writhe under robin.

nancy stares at you, eyes blazing with lust but still hard and assessing. you squirm under her gaze, the aching throb between your legs intensifying even more.

"it’s it’s not.. fair.." you manage to choke out, tugging at the cuffs.

"life’s not fair," nancy says coolly. "poor girl. you’re so desperate.”

"i’m sorry! please, please uncuff me..." you beg, voice cracking with desperation as you watch robin’s fingers pumping in and out of nancy's dripping sex.

nancy's head tips back, a throaty moan tearing from her lips. "don't stop, fuck...“

you’ve never been so desperately turned on, traumatized, and weirdly aroused in your life.

with a long drawn out moan, nancy cums around robins fingers.

nancy and robin frantically shrug off their remaining clothes, leaving them naked.

robin settles on her back, legs spread wide, pussy glistening and swollen. nancy straddles robin, gripping her hips as she places her dripping sex against robin's.

your heart hammers wildly as you watch them, mouth dry and chest heaving breaths. you’re soaked through your panties, the damp fabric clinging to your aching sex.

your heels press into the mattress with the urge to grind. you’re so turned on, you can barely think straight.

your breath hitches as you watch them, a whimper catching in your throat. you wanted nothing more than to be in between them.

nancy's eyes are burning into yours, holding your gaze hostage as she rides robin. "do you like watching us?"

robin bucks up against nancy, mewling softly as she clutches nancy's hips for leverage. nancy braces one hand on the headboard near you.

"oh fuck..." robin whimpers, fingers digging into nancy’s thighs, feeling her cunt shudder against nancy’s.

you whine and rut your hips down against the mattress, seeking some kind of relief. "please, i can't... can't take much more of this..."

“i promise i’ll be good.”

nancy chuckles darkly. "careful," she warns, not stopping her hips. "keep on doing that and i might have to tie your feet too.“

warmth floods your face at the thought, even as a fresh gush of wetness soaks your already drenched panties. you don't know if you're more terrified or aroused by the idea.

robin lets out a strangled cry, gripping nancy’s ass tightly as her orgasm builds fast and hard. "fuck! nance... i'm gonna... unghh!"

nancy smirks, grinding her down slowly so robin could feel every bit of her. "do it," she growls. "cum for me."

robin shouts nancy's name as her orgasm slams into her. that sends nancy tumbling over the edge as well, her hips jerking forward.

as robin comes down from her high, nancy turns to look at you with a wicked gleam in her eyes. she crawls towards you, naked and glistening with a sheen of sweat.

robin rolls to the side, panting softly, watching with a satisfied smirk.

your heart races as nancy reaches for your dress, prying your legs apart with a firm grip on your thighs. "let’s see how wet you are.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, a whimper escaping your lips as nancy's fingers find your clothed sex. she runs a finger over your damp panties, tutting under her breath at the soaked fabric.

"looks like you need some relief," nancy says smugly. “yeah?”

“yes.” you breathe out.

robin watches with a grin, enjoying the show of your reluctant arousal and quiet desperation.

"you really like watching us fuck, don't you baby?" nancy purrs, tugging your panties down your legs, exposing you completely to their gazes.

their eyes widen, taking in the sight of your glistening, puffy, desperate cunt.

"god, look how wet she is," nancy marvels darkly, fingers drifting through your slick folds, collecting your arousal.

she brings her sticky fingers up to your lips. “suck.”

you open your mouth and take her fingers into your mouth, tasting your own arousal. your cunt throbs at the degrading action.

robin grins wickedly, "fuck, you’re such a dirty girl, baby. getting this turned on from us fucking..."

tears sting the corners of your eyes as they laugh at your predicament. nancy parts your folds with two fingers, rubbing slowly up and down your slit.

your hips jerk, a loud moan catching in your throat at the first direct touch on your bare pussy. nancy circles your clit with the pad of her finger, drawing a strangled sound from your lips. “mmmm, so sensitive. you really want to cum, don't you baby?"

she dips the tips of two fingers into your entrance. your walls clench greedily, trying to suck her in deeper. nancy chuckles darkly as she slowly pushes in, stretching you around her invading digits.

"please..." you whimper, voice breaking. "please, i can't... i need..."

you're not sure what you need. relief, yes, but also for this punishment to end. the shame and reluctant arousal is going to short-circuit your brain soon.

nancy grins wickedly, your pleading fall on deaf ears. just as you feel her fingers sinking deeper, ready to grant the relief you so desperately crave, she suddenly yanks them out.

before you can process the loss, your pussy is stinging from the sharp smack! of nancy’s palm against your sensitive flesh.

you cry out, jerking against the cuffs at the sudden pain and shock.

"act like a slut, get treated like a slut," nancy says coldly, rubbing your reddened sex roughly. "you’re behaving like a desperate little whore, so i’m going to treat you like one."

nancy smacks your pussy again, your clit throbbing from the harsh contact. tears leak from your eyes as you bite your lip harshly, trying to keep any more pleas locked inside.

your chest heaves with panicked breaths as your body trembles. the cruel stimulation to your sensitive pussy is almost too much.

"please nance.." you whimper, voice shaking. "please...it hurts."

robin and nancy laugh cruelly as they hear you beg. your desperate pleas only seem to spur on nancy’s movements.

"hurts, huh?" nancy mocks, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "too bad.“

hot tears splash down your cheeks as nancy continues her relentless assault, fingers rubbing and slapping your over-sensitive flesh.

"please..." you whimper. "please... i can't... i need... something... anything..."

nancy smirks cruelly as she pulls out a magic wand from the bedside drawer. she turns it on, the buzz filling the air, and smirks wider at your terrified, lust-hazed eyes.

"oh god..." you whimper, tugging against the cuffs to try and squirm away.

"don’t worry, baby. i’m going to help you feel sooo much better," nancy coos mockingly.

“at least, that's what a dirty slut like you needs, isn't it? is this what you wanted?”

before you get the chance to respond, she presses the buzzing toy between your thighs. right against your swollen, needy clit. she sudden intense stimulation makes your back arch off the bed as a broken moan rips from your throat.

the vibrator pulses and grinds against you as nancy begins to tease your soaked slit with the toy.

she runs it slowly up and down, coated in your arousal, before pressing it harder against your throbbing clit. your hips buck wildly, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but the cuffs hold you in place.

"oh god...oh fuck..." you wail, feeling your climax building already from the intense stimulation.

"that’s it, cum for me," nancy breathes out.

tears stream down your face as your orgasm crashes through you, your body shaking and jerking against the cuffs.

nancy smirks as she keeps the vibrator grinding against your sensitive clit through your intense, shameful orgasm. your body writhes beneath the cruel stimulation, trying to escape the relentless buzzing that only makes the climax seem to last forever.

"thank you. thank you nancy-“ you sob as you finally feel the waves of your climax start to ebb. thinking your punishment was over.

nancy shows no mercy. she twists the dial on the vibrator, the buzzing intensifying to a fever pitch. your sensitive flesh throbs and pulses, overstimulated to the point of pain.

"it's too much!“ you scream desperately, thrashing against the cuffs. but your pleas only make nancy grin wider.

robin holds down your shaking legs, looking at you with a sympathetic look. “shhh. it’s okay. you’re taking it so well.”

your body seizes up as another intense orgasm rips through you, juices gushing from your abused sex. the vibrator slips from nancy’s hand as you squirt all over it, making a mess on the bed.

"holy shit.” robin breathes out, a new wave of heat flowing through her body from the sight.

“oh. i need you to do that again.” nancy groans, turning off the vibrator. with no warning, she dives between your thighs, throwing your legs over her shoulders.

she looks up at you with a wicked grin before burying her face in your cunt, tongue delving between your folds to lap up your release.

you start sobbing but nancy doesn’t stop. she continues to lap and suck at your sensitive flesh, not giving you any break.

her tongue delves deep, lapping up every drop of your release before she focuses on your clit. she kisses the throbbing nub before giving it a light bite.

“nancy! it’s too much! i can’t cum again! please!” you scream, your eyes screwing shut.

nancy just smirks against your cunt, the vibrations of her laughter sending shockwaves through your core. she releases your clit with a wet pop, only to dive back in and suck it hard into her mouth.

at the same time, she slips two fingers knuckle deep into your fluttering hole, pumping them in and out roughly.

the pressure builds and builds, before your body seizes up again. your back arches almost painfully as another intense orgasm crashes through you. your release sprays out, coating nancy’s face and chin as she relentlessly pleasures you.

“okay nance. that’s enough.” robin speaks up, gently rubbing your thigh. “you’re being too mean.”

nancy places one last kiss on your cunt before pulling away. “uh huh.”

the engine’s been off for so long the car feels like it’s holding its breath.

steve’s slouched in the driver’s seat, bat resting between his knees, eyes flicking between the foggy windshield and the empty road ahead.

the upside down hums around you. quiet and wrong, like it’s waiting. hours have dragged by with nothing but the ticking of cooling metal and the distant screech of something that refuses to show itself.

he glances over at you.

you’ve curled into yourself in the passenger seat, jacket pulled up to your chin, lashes fluttering like you’re losing a fight you swore you’d win. your head dips. jerks back up. dips again.

“oh no,” steve mutters, leaning closer. “absolutely not.”

you mumble something that sounds like a protest, eyes barely cracking open. you were so exhausted.

“we are on watch,” he says, poking your knee with the binoculars in his hand. “you don’t get to just… power down.”

“m’ not sleeping,” you grumble. “i’m resting my eyes.”

steve snorts. “yeah? because it looks a lot like you’re about two seconds away from drooling on my upholstery.”

you blink at him, unfocused. “you’re being dramatic.”

“i am bored,” he corrects. “which is way worse. i’m like dying.”

“you’ll live,” you respond, rubbing your face.

steve shifts in his seat again, restless, like he’s been vibrating at a frequency only he can feel. he drums his fingers against the steering wheel, sighs loudly, then sighs again for emphasis.

“this is torture,” he mutters.

“being quiet?”

“no. being bored.” he turns to you, eyes sharp now, fully awake in a way that feels unfair. “i’ve stared at that road so long I’m starting to hallucinate.”

“maybe that’s the spores,” you mumble, tugging your jacket tighter.

“so,” his hand slides casually down your thigh, “what do i gotta do to keep you awake?”

you groan, shoving his shoulder weakly. “oh my god. we’re literally like 50 feet away from demodogs. you’re insane.”

steve grins even wider. “what? i didn’t say anything bad.”

“steve,” you warn, already smiling despite yourself, “you are so fucking gross.”

“effective, though,” he points out. “look at you. wide awake. you’re welcome.”

you grab his hand that was inching further up your thigh and intertwine your fingers with his.

“i’m boreddddddd.” steve whines like a petulant little child.

“i know.”

his hand slides further up your thigh in your grip and you squeeze it. “no.”

he pouts at you, “please. this could be the last time i get to touch you.”

“you are so fucking dramatic,” you huff. “fine.”

steve practically jumps out of his seat from how fast he leans over to kiss you.

as steve’s lips crash against yours, you feel his other hand slide boldly up your thigh. his tongue demands entrance to your mouth, and you grant it, moaning softly as he deepens the kiss.

your fingers thread through his hair, pulling him closer, eager to indulge his desperate need for contact. suddenly forgetting that you two were literally in the upside down.

"fuck, i need you," steve groans, his voice a low rumble against your lips. “please. sweetheart. let me have you.”

his hand finds its way under your shirt, palming the soft swell of your breast, feeling your nipple stiffen beneath the thin fabric of your bra.

“take me then.” you hum against his lips.

pulling back from the kiss, he starts planting open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his tongue laving at your racing pulse.

"i need to taste you," steve growls, his eyes dark with lust. without warning, he starts shifting forward, crawling over the center console and stick shift.

you laugh as he barely makes it over, his muscular frame being a tight squeeze.

“yeah, yeah. laugh it up,” he grunts as he gets on his knees on the car's floorboards.

you watch with hooded eyes and parted lips as he settles himself between your legs, his broad shoulders pushing your thighs apart.

the cool leather of the seat is a contrast to the heat radiating off his skin.

"look at you, so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, running his hands up your calves, over your knees, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your jeans. "lift your hips, baby."

you lift your hips, letting him tug your jeans and panties down and off in one swift motion. the cool air hits your dripping pussy, making you shiver.

steve takes a moment to admire the view, biting down on his lip to bite back a moan. he always acted like he hadn’t seen you naked before. every time felt like the first time.

“you’re so perfect.” he says against your thigh, inching up to your core.

unable to resist, he dives forward, dragging the flat of his tongue along your slit in one long, slow lick. the sensation is electric, your back arching off the seat as a throaty moan escapes you.

steve groans against your sex, your taste exploding on his tongue.

spurred on by your reaction, steve seals his mouth over your aching core, his tongue delving between your folds to lap at the honey dripping from your entrance.

he savors your taste, his tongue swirling and stroking your most sensitive spots with expert precision.

your hands fist in his hair, thighs trembling as you hold him tight against you. “steve…”

your chest heaves with each panting breath, nipples straining against the confines of your bra.

you want, no, you need more.

steve hooks his arms under your thighs and spreads your legs wider, exposing you completely. his tongue plunges deep, fucking into your entrance with a hunger that steals your breath.

“oh fuck!” you gasp and your head falls back against the headrest of the passenger seat.

steve desperately lapped at your cunt, his eyes nearly rolling back at the taste of you.

your hips rolled up, meeting each thrust of his tongue, riding his face. using him for your pleasure.

as the urgency builds between your thighs, the wet sounds of steve’s mouth devouring your dripping cunt fill the car. his tongue fucks into you ruthlessly, stroking and curling against that spongy spot deep inside that makes your toes curl.

your moans and cries of ecstasy echo off the confines of the car, blending with the obscene slurping and sucking noises.

the mix of pleasure and desperation radiating off steve is palpable as his hips start moving erratically against the leather seat. he loved eating you out. it turned him on to another level.

he humps the seat cushion, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against his aching cock as he tongues your pussy with wild abandon.

“please, sweetheart. cum for me. need to taste it.” he whines hotly against your sex, doubling his efforts, wanting to taste your climax on his lips, to feel your walls convulse around his tongue.

his lips wrap around your clit, kissing the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, flicking and stroking, pushing you closer to the edge.

his fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, pulling you tighter against his greedy mouth as his hips rut desperately against the car seat. the zipper of his jeans digs into his throbbing erection as he grinds lustfully against the upholstery, seeking any amount of pressure and friction.

“steve!” your hips jerk up against his face, your legs clamping around his head as your orgasm erupts through your body.

he doesn’t let up, helping you come down from your high. he doesn’t want to pull away.

steve lets out a guttural groan against your sensitive flesh, the reverberation sending aftershocks zinging up your spine. his hips jerk and lurch, grinding his clothed cock against the leather seat.

the denim strains against his straining erection, his arousal leaking through the fabric as he loses himself in the taste of your release, your pleasure triggering his own.

with one final suck to your quivering clit, he buries his face against your dripping sex as the first spurt of his climax shoots through his jeans. hot cum stains the inside of his jeans.

he whimpers against your cunt and his hips giving a last few feeble grinds before stilling against the seat, completely lost in the throes of his orgasm. “mmh… holy shit.”

a crackling sound in the backseat makes you snap out of your dazed state.

“steve. do you copy? steve do you copy? y/n do you copy? hello?” dustin’s voice comes out of the walkie-talkie that was completely forgotten.

you reach back and grab the walkie. “yeah. i copy.”

“we found something at the hospital.”

“okay. we’ll be right there,” you respond before throwing the walkie in the backseat again.

steve leans up to kiss you, the taste of your own release making you smile against his lips.

as steve gets out of the car, your eyes land on the wet patch on the front of his jeans.

“oh my god. you came your pants?” you tease, biting back a laugh.

heat flashes across his cheeks. “oh shut up. i’ve got another pair in the truck.”

the landline in nancy’s dorm is so ugly.

beige. heavy. bolted to the wall like it has a personal vendetta against fun. nancy’s noticed it since move-in day, but it’s never bothered her like this, never felt like a threat.

your mouth is on hers, warm and insistent, fingers hooked into the belt loops of her jeans like you’re scared she’ll disappear if you let go.

nancy’s back hits the edge of her desk, papers crinkling under her hands, some half-finished journalism assignment getting absolutely wrecked because she can’t focus on anything except the way you kiss her.

she makes this quiet, breathless sound into your mouth before you even realize it soft, a little wrecked. you smile against her lips. “been waiting for this all day.”

her hand slides up your skirt, grabbing your thigh before tugging and snapping the waistband of your panties. you gasp against her mouth, gripping her hips.

then the phone rings.

sharp. loud. violent.

nancy freezes.

“oh shit,” she blurts, pulling back so fast you almost laugh. her cheeks are already pink, hair a mess, lips swollen in a way that feels very incriminating. “my… my mom. she’s supposed to call tonight.”

you blink at her, then immediately lift your hands in surrender, backing up with exaggerated innocence.

“say less,” you whisper, trying to ignore the pulse between your thighs. “i’m a ghost.”

she shoots you a look that’s half panic, half oh my god why are you like this, then snatches the receiver off the hook before it rings again.

“hi, mom!” nancy says, way too bright, like she’s pitching a morning radio show.

you flop onto her bed silently, burying your face in a pillow to keep from laughing.

“yes, i’m fine. no, classes are great, actually. emerson’s… yeah, it’s really challenging. in a good way.” she nods while she listens, pacing a little. “i’m just studying. late. you know me.”

you raise your eyebrows at her from across the room. “mmhmm. no, i’m alone,” she lies, voice steady in a way that honestly impresses you. “just… going over notes.”

she turns her back to you, lowering her voice. “no, nothing weird is happening.”

you mouth wow at her.

minutes pass by, and the call is still not ending.

nancy’s been pacing the narrow strip of carpet between her desk and the window for what feels like an entire semester, phone tucked between her shoulder and ear, nodding like her mom can see her.

“yeah. i’m eating enough,” she says, rolling her eyes a little. “the dining hall’s actually not terrible.”

you’re sprawled across her bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the tiny cracks in the paint. at first, you were respectful, quiet, and patient. then you got bored.

nancy glances over at you briefly and gives you a don’t even think about it look.

you smile sweetly and slide off the bed silently.

the carpet is thin. you move carefully, exaggeratedly slow, like it’s a game. you drop to your knees across the room, hands braced on the floor, looking up at her with open mischief.

nancy senses it before she sees it. she turns and freezes.

her eyes widen just a fraction. “mom, hold on one second,” she says automatically, then immediately corrects herself. “…i mean, sorry. go ahead.”

she lowers her voice, hissing, “what are you doing?”

you don’t answer, you just start crawling.

her grip tightens on the phone. “i’m still here,” she says quickly, cheeks warming. “yeah. uh-huh. i’m listening.”

you move inch by inch, unbothered, unhurried. when you reach her, you rest your hands lightly on her knee, looking up at her like she’s the only thing in the room.

nancy exhales through her nose.

she tries to sound normal. “mom, i swear, everything is fine.”

her free hand comes down immediately, fingers curling into your hair. not rough, not gentle either. controlled. grounding. a warning.

you don’t listen whatsoever. you unzip her fly and your hands hook up into the loops of her belt again. this time, you tug down her jeans to her ankles.

she looks down at you, eyes sharp now.

nancy presses her lips together, jaw flexing. “yeah,” she says into the phone, nodding again. “i’ve been… meeting people. new friends.”

you lean forward, resting your chin against her thigh and tilt your head to place a kiss against her skin.

she almost loses it.

nancy's breath hitches as your lips brush against her thigh, her grip on your hair tightening slightly. she clears her throat, trying to keep her voice steady as she responds to her mom.

"no, no, mom, it's nothing like that..." she says, her words coming out a bit more breathless than intended.

under normal circumstances, nancy would never let anyone make her fold like this, but your touch and the soft kisses trailing up her inner thigh were making it increasingly difficult to maintain her composure.

when you reached the hem of her panties, nancy let out a sharp breath before she could stop herself.

you could feel the heat radiating from nancy’s cunt as you pressed your mouth against the damp fabric. the scent of her arousal filled your nostrils, making your head swim slightly.

"...the, um, the people here are just so nice," she forced out, her voice cracking on the last word. she shifted her hips subtly, unconsciously seeking more of your touch even as her hand pressed down on your head, keeping you in place.

on the other end of the line, karen seemed oblivious to her daughter's distraction. she continued to chatter on about alumni events and scholarship funds.

your hands slid around to grip her ass, kneading it as you worked your mouth against her clothed slit.

"...it's just, um, it's getting a bit... a bit..." nancy stuttered out, her breath coming fast and short now. you could hear the strain in her voice, sense the effort it was taking her not to moan aloud. and you hadn’t even started.

lost in the haze of lust, you decided it was time to remove the flimsy barrier between your mouth and her bare skin. you hooked your fingers into the elastic of her panties, gazing up at her with a wicked glint in your eye as you slowly began to peel them down.

nancy’s breath hitched, a quiet whimper escaping her lips. her grip on your hair turned almost painful as she stared down at you, a conflicting mix of panic and desperation in her eyes.

"jesus..." she gasped out, before quickly clearing her throat. "...i mean, yeah, it's been... interesting... meeting all sorts of... people..."

the panties slid down to her knees and you whined as her soaked cunt came into view.

you lowered your head to press your mouth directly against her glistening folds, your tongue delving between them to lap at her.

nancy let out a strangled gasp, her hips jerking forward involuntarily as your tongue made contact with her cunt.

"yeah, i met, um, a study group actually," nancy managed to squeak out, her voice cracking badly. in the background, you could hear her mom still chatting away obliviously.

you stroked your tongue along her slit, collecting the sweet arousal before delving in deeper to mouth at her entrance. your hands gripped her ass firmer, fingers sinking into the skin hard enough to leave indents.

nancy shuddered, a tremor running through her body as she tried to hold herself back from crying out. her thighs clenched and unclenched, fighting the urge to grind herself against your face.

"...s’just, mmm... getting to know the material..." she breathed out, before biting her lip hard as you circled her clit with the tip of your tongue.

you could feel her pulse fluttering wildly against your lips. the game of trying not to let her mom hear her what was really going on on the other side of the phone line was only adding to her desperation.

"mmnh.. yes, i'll let you know..." nancy gasped out before falling silent, barely able to maintain a coherent conversation as you continued your assault against her cunt.

nancy glared down at you, her eyes blazing with a mix of lust, embarrassment, and frustration as she watched your face disappear between her thighs.

it was rare for her not to be in control and it made her feel weird.

the sight of you… your eyes half-lidded and glassy with desire, your cheeks flushed, your lips and chin glistening with her arousal, only amplified her conflicted emotions.

nancy could see how much you were enjoying devouring her cunt. it made her feel some sick satisfaction to watch you like this. pussy-drunk, so consumed by the desire to pleasure her between her legs.

but it also terrified her. nancy was not used to letting someone else have this much power over her, this much influence on her body. she was normally so put together, so in command of any situation.

nancy was ashamed at how little restraint she was showing. she could barely think of anything but you.

"...mom, ah! i've got to...unhh...go," nancy panted out between clenched teeth, rocking her hips against your face.

"...okay, love you, bye," nancy muttered, not waiting for a response before she abruptly hung up the phone with a trembling hand.

the moment the receiver hit the hook, she let out a sharp cry of pleasure. "...fuck, i can't... i can’t fucking stand this..."

she yanked your hair harshly, pulling your face harder against her soaked sex as she chased her rapidly approaching climax. "you fucking...make me feel so...oh god...so fucking crazy..."

your eyes rolled back as her thighs squeezed your head, your head trapped. you moaned against her as you felt her tug your hair again, her body tensing up.

"m’ gonna cum- fuck!" nancy’s words morphed into a scream of ecstasy as she finally let go, her juices flowing into your mouth and dribbling down your chin.

as she came down from her high, she slowly unclenched her thighs around your head. “i fucking hate you.”

billie had been hiding a big secret for a while now. like, the huge crush she had been harboring on you for a while now. or the collection of photos she had been piling up on her computer.

they weren’t objectively bad. she hadn’t taken pictures without your consent or anything. she wasn’t that perverted.

there were pictures of the two of you together, pictures you asked billie to take, candid shots of you, and pictures you would post on your instagram.

she had made sure she had that folder on her computer locked and hidden. if you had found out about that she would literally never recover.

after all, you two had gotten pretty close over the six months you two had been rooming together. billie wasn’t taking a chance of ruining that.

usually on friday’s you would go and watch your douchebag boyfriend practice. billie headed to the football field and up the bleachers only to not find you. weird.

she unlocked her phone and texted you. chewing on the inside of her cheek.

| hey. wya?

delivered.

five minutes later and she was still delivered.

she popped her airpods in and pushed herself up from the bleachers, the stadium lights buzzing behind her. with a sigh, she headed out and cut across the walkway toward south residence, your shared dorm tucked on the quieter side of campus.

billie pushed through the front doors of south residence, barely noticing the RA desk as she tugged her hood up and let the music drown out literally everything.

her airpods were blasting, like dangerously loud. but she didn’t care, the hallways were kinda empty anyway, just that ugly fluorescent lighting and the hum of vending machines.

she swiped her keycard and stepped into the shared dorm, the door clicking shut behind her. she dropped onto the couch, letting her backpack fall somewhere near her feet, her music practically vibrating in her ears.

that’s when she heard it. something cutting through the song, just barely, like the real world was forcing its way back in.

she popped out an airpod and slightly turned down the volume to listen more intently. a thud. and then again. another thud.

“you okay?” she called out and waited. no response. she rolled her eyes and got up from the couch.

“i swear if it’s just her working out again…” she mutters under her breath, walking to your room.

your door was slightly cracked open, dim light flooding into the hallway. nothing could’ve prepared her for what she saw.

you were bent over, naked from the waist down. behind you, your scumbag boyfriend, roughly thrusting into you. grunting with each powerful pump of his hips.

her stomach twisted with a weird combination of jealousy and arousal. against her own wishes, her cock twitched and started to stiffen in her sweats.

heart pounding, she inched the door open a fraction more with trembling fingers, watching as you writhed under your boyfriend's selfish touch.

your eyes flew open, sensing a pair of eyes on you. your heart skipped as you saw billie looking at you.

billie’s breath caught in her throat as your eyes locked. a sheen of sweat glistened on your heaving chest as your boyfriend's hips slammed into your ass, the obscene slap of skin on skin echoing in the room.

you bit your lip, stifling a wanton moan, your cunt throbbing around the cock intruding in you. not from your boyfriend's touch, but the new pair of eyes on you.

she couldn’t help herself, her hand slid into her sweats, palming her erection. billie wrapped her slender fingers around her aching cock. it throbbed against her palm, already leaking precum.

your stomach flipped and your nails dug into the sheets in front of you. you didn’t know what to feel. you should’ve been horrified.

slowly, keeping the you pinned with her gaze, billie started to jerk herself off. she set a deliberate pace, stroking in time with your asshole's boyfriend's animalistic rutting.

“fuck… just like that.” you moaned, your lips parting as you watched your roommate touch herself.

your boyfriend smirked cockily, thinking he was doing something right. completely oblivious to the other pair of eyes that had joined you. the throaty moan that tore from your throat wasn’t from your boyfriend’s touch. billie knew it was for her.

“yeah? you like that?” your boyfriend grunted behind you and you just moaned in response, arching back to meet his thrusts.

billie’s cock pulsed in her grip, absolutely rock hard and leaking profusely. her eyes never left your face, hungrily devouring every flicker of emotion crossing it.

she tuned out his annoying grunts and groans, focusing on your perfect face. she would do anything to be in his place.

“faster…please,” you whined, directed towards billie. not your boyfriend. your boyfriend snapped his hips harder, a hard slap landing on your ass. you yelped.

she pumped her cock faster, panting softly through her nose, she watched your face contort in ecstasy, biting back moans that wanted to escape from her lips.

suddenly, billie felt her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. she slammed her mouth shut, biting down hard on her knuckle to muffle her scream.

hot cum erupted from billie’s dick, spurting over her pumping fist as her body shuddered through the intense climax. tears sprang to her eyes from stifling her pleasure.

at the same instant, you felt your body tense, fireworks of pleasure flying through your body. you let out a choked-out moan, slumping forward on the bed.

your boyfriend grunted and groaned, stiffening and throbbing and pumping you full of his own release.

it was clear to billie that your peak had nothing to do with him; it was the sight of her coming undone that had sent you tumbling over the edge.

“jesus babe. you’ve never come that hard before.” your boyfriend panted behind you, leaning down to place a kiss on the back of your neck.

you let out a weak shuddery breath, coming down from your orgasm. the poor guy had no clue.

the days that followed that evening went by normally. you acted like nothing had happened. it was driving billie insane.

the next week passed in a blur of classes and campus activities. billie found herself increasingly distracted and on edge, her mind constantly drifting back to you getting railed.

the memory of your face, frozen in ecstasy and secretly for her, was seared into her brain.

billie couldn't focus on lectures, her notes, or literally anything. there was a new tension simmering between the two of you, an unspoken weight that hadn't been there before.

you had left billie alone to grab back textbooks your friend had borrowed from you a few weeks ago.

billie was too absorbed in her own tortured thoughts to pay much attention as you said goodbye.

she slumped over the desk, flipping through the pages of a calculus textbook that now held about as much interest for her as a lump of cardboard would have. numbers blurred before her eyes as she sighed and leaned back in the chair.

that's when she noticed your open laptop, sitting idly on the desk mere inches from her reach. her eyes flicked up to the monitor, and in that moment, idle curiosity got the better of her.

billie reached out and clicked the mousepad, it was unlocked. she looked to the door and then back at the laptop. guilt filled her.

the guilt quickly turned into disgust as she looked at your wallpaper. you and your boyfriend. she rolled her eyes and browsed through your laptop.

she was lazily scrolling through your files, nothing important. just schoolwork.

she was about to turn off your laptop when she saw a folder labeled ‘<3’. which was odd, because most of your folders had a class name on them.

her heart stopped as she opened the folder, revealing multiple nude photos and videos of you.

one in particular that caught billie’s eye was a 5-second video of you panning the camera down to your tits in the bathtub. laughing slightly as you squeezed your soapy tits.

“jesus christ.” billie breathed out.

the 5-second clip ended, and before billie could stop herself, she had already clicked the replay button.

the video started over, and she watched hungrily as your soapy tits bounced and jiggled with each squeeze, rivulets of water and bubbles cascading down your smooth skin.

lost in a trance, billie didn't realize she had wrapped a trembling hand around her aching cock. her fingers tightened around her stiff shaft as she watched the video play out again, and again.

billie whimpered and mewled, utterly consumed by desperate lust. her dick throbbed and jerked in her tight grip as she fisted it at a frenzied pace, the sticky sound of her pawing at the obscenely hard shaft filling the empty room.

she gasped and panted your name, her cheeks flushed a blotchy red.

you got back from your friend's dorm and quietly walked in, placing your books on the couch. the dorm was quiet, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. since billie was studying for her calculus exam.

your eyes widened as you took in the sight of your roommate jerking herself off… to your own video. you should’ve been upset. but it turned you on.

you quietly made your way behind her, leaning over her. your hand found its way to her shoulder.

billie yelped in shock and fright as she felt a hand land on her shoulder. she tried to stop her orgasm but it was too late.

her cock twitched and jerked wildly in her grip, a burst of cum shooting out and splattering her thigh.

she looked up at you with wild, terrified eyes, mouth agape in a silent scream.

"you forgot to mention this was in the syllabus for the course," you teased, nodding towards the computer screen displaying 5 seconds of your soap-slick tits looping over and over.

billie could only whimper in response, humiliated but still achingly aroused by the interruption. you licked your lips, taking in billie’s pathetic state.

"sneaking through my stuff, huh? you just couldn't help yourself, could you?" your fingers crept down billie’s chest, tracing the curve of her collarbone as you spoke.

billie could only whimper and nod, she was torn between embarrassment and arousal.

“look at you, so desperate.” your other hand slid down to cup your roommate's leaking cock.

billie gasped and shuddered as she felt those unfamiliar, yet oh-so welcome fingers wrap around her sensitive flesh, stroking her still-throbbing shaft.

"and now your dirty little secret is all over my hand," you cooed softly.

billie could only whimper and nod, as you pumped her cock slowly. tormenting her.

"tell me," you whispered in her ear, twisting your wrist and squeezing roughly on the upstroke.

"did it feel good to snoop through my private shit?" your thumb swept over the leaking tip, smearing the fresh beads of precum that bubbled up.

“m’ sorry. i didn’t mean to—" billie whined and you shook your head.

“yeah… so you just magically found my nudes?” you retorted back, stroking her faster.

billie felt another orgasm rushing through her, far too sensitive from the previous stimulation.

"yes, fuck.. i can't — m’gonna-” billie managed to get out between moans.

“yes, you can. come on. cum for me.”

that’s all it took. she jerked her hips up and fucked herself into your hand. spurts of cum painting your hand white.

“please… want you on top of me,” billie begged as she came down from her high.

“yeah? you just can’t get enough can you?” you laughed, spinning her chair around to straddle her lap. your skirt rising up to reveal the wet patch on your panties.

you rubbed your clothed cunt against her sensitive cock, smearing her release all over your panties.

“please. fuck me.” she panted, not caring if she sounded pathetic. she was too far gone.

you tilted your head, looking down at her. “you sure you can handle it?”

you slid your skirt and panties to the side, shivering as your cunt nudged against the tip of her dick.

“yes. i can take it.” billie responded, her hands resting on your hips, her eyes practically watering in frustration.

with that you sank down onto billie’s length, gasping as she stretched you out. taking her to the hilt. “fuck…”

billie whimpered again as you began to rock your hips, your hands going to her shoulders for support.

don’t cum. don’t cum. don’t cum. billie repeated to herself. finally having you after she had fantasized about you for months was overwhelming.

she babbled as you started to ride her, gripping your hips tightly, almost as if she was scared that if she let go she’d wake up and this would all be a wet dream.

the lewd slap of flesh on flesh filled the room. billie could only clench her eyes shut and pant desperately as shockwaves of pleasure radiated through her body with each bounce of your hips.

"thank you… thank you… oh my god.” billie whimpered deliriously.

you smiled down at her, leaning in to kiss her. billie’s toes curled as she tasted your strawberry chapstick. “no need to thank me. just relax.”

you tugged at the hem of your shirt, throwing the piece of fabric to the floor. revealing your tits.

billie’s glassy eyes widened as she took in the sight of your boobs bouncing wildly with each powerful thrust your hips.

tears pricked at her eyes, biting back a sob. “oh my god.”

“you can touch em.” you breathed out, biting down on your lip as you took her to the hilt and lifted yourself up again.

she wasted no time, taking one of your nipples into her mouth. it was your turn to whine now, gasping as she hungrily took your tit into her mouth.

“oh… feels s’ good.” you moaned, fisting a hand into her hair to pull her face deeper into your chest. billie could die right there.

she eagerly switched between both of your boobs, sucking and squeezing the peaks.

“don’t stop. i’m so close.” you pant, tugging at billie’s hair. your bounces began to get sloppy and your pussy throbbed around her cock.

you let out a cry as you came. your juices gushing around her cock. the sensation pushed billie over the edge and she sobbed.

she thrusted up into you, holding you still as she came inside you. fresh tears fell down her cheeks. you collapsed against her chest as you both panted like you had run a marathon.

you pulled your head back from her chest, glancing at her tear-stained face. “it’s okay. why are you crying?”

“felt so good.” billie admits weakly.

you shook your head and wiped her tears with the pad of your thumb. “you’re cute.”

nancy was a bit addicted to the new toy she had bought. she’d practically fucked you with it in every single room in your house, besides the bathroom.

you were so exhausted. but nancy loved to see the pink strap on sink in and out of your pussy. it got her off even more than she expected.

you made noises she had never heard before and she needed to hear more. and the shower walls were perfect just for that.

“nance…” you whined as she slid the silicone against your entrance.

“i know… i promise this is the last one. you can give me one more. i know you can sweetheart.” she hummed, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

your breath hitched as she bent you over and pressed you against the glass door.

nancy smiled, relishing the way the pink strap-on kissed your slick folds, teasing your entrance.

she nuzzled your neck, hot breath tickling your skin, as she pressed you firmly against the cool glass of the shower door. the contrast of the chill against your heated flesh made you gasp.

"i can feel how tired you are, but baby, you're doing so well. just a little longer, for me? i promise this will be the best one yet."

to emphasize her point, nancy punctuated it with a firm thrust of her hips, letting the thick head of the strap-on kiss your clit, circling it teasingly. she watched your reflection in the glass, fascinated by the way your body trembled against the cold surface at her touch.

"look at you, all spread out for me, baby. you’re perfect," she praised, voice dripping with admiration.

nancy gripped your hips tightly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she positioned herself behind you. your chest heaved with each labored breath, nipples straining against the cool glass.

"so fucking gorgeous," nancy murmured, more to herself than to you. she shuffled her knees, aligning the tip of the strap-on with your dripping entrance. the silicone head slid teased your slit, catching on your opening, not yet penetrating.

a firm thrust is what you got, as she pushed the strap-on in, stretching you open around the girthy toy with a lewd squelch. pleasure exploded behind your eyelids as your wet cunt clamped down around the invading silicone, a strangled moan punched from your lungs. nancy groaned, fingers digging crescent shapes into the flesh of your hips.

"fuck… so tight… barely even fits," nancy grunted, pulling back slowly until just the tip remained inside you.

she paused for only a second, letting you feel the emptiness, before slamming forward again, burying the strap-on to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

the glass door shook with each powerful thrust, condensation dripping down as nancy fucked into you with wild abandon.

"fuck, baby, you feel incredible," nancy grunted, as if she could actually feel you gripping the toy.

she leaned forward, draping herself over your back, the strap-on never faltering in its relentless thrusts. her hands slid up your sides, cupping and kneading the soft swells of your breasts, fingers sinking into your skin.

she latched onto your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin, marking you as her own. nancy’s breath came in hot, ragged pants against your ear as she rutted into you, the force of her thrusts rocking your entire body.

tears of pleasure streamed down your face as the relentless pounding of the strap-on against your g-spot sent shockwaves through your body.

incoherent moans and babbling pleas spilled from your lips, the filthy words echoing off the shower walls.

"oh god, nancy! yes, yes, oh fuck!" you cried out, voice raw and desperate.

nancy groaned raggedly as the base of the strap-on ground deliciously against her throbbing clit, the textured material rubbing tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

each thrust, each snap of her hips sent bursts of electric pleasure shooting up nancy's spine. her eyes fluttered shut, head thrown back in ecstasy as she chased her impending climax.

"oh shit, baby, feels so fucking good," nancy whined, voice straining.

nancy's hand slid from your breast to wrap around your throat, fingers curling possessively around your neck. she could feel your pulse jumping wildly beneath your skin, matching the erratic pounding of her own racing heartbeat.

with a fierce tug, nancy pulled you back flush against her chest, hips grinding the strap-on as deep as possible into your fluttering, soaked pussy.

"that’s it baby, scream for me," nancy barely managed to get out. her thumb pressed firmly into the hollow of your throat as her other hand reached down, fingers finding your swollen clit.

“come on… cum for me. please, cum for me.” nancy moaned, needing to see you cum before she let herself fall over the edge.

as nancy felt your body tense, back arching almost painfully and toes curling against the cold tile, she knew you were close. her hand tightened around your throat, just enough to temporarily stop oxygen from going to your brain.

the combination of the hot water falling on your body, the lack of oxygen, and the stimulation you were receiving was too much.

and then, with a scream of her name, you came undone. seeing white. your screams made nancy’s hip jerk forward, letting out a strangled moan. “mmff… shit!”

she rode out her orgasm, fucking into you like a wild animal. she buried her head into the crook of your neck, releasing her grip on your neck to slide her hands down to your hips.