#ronance x reader

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.”

robin wouldn't call herself a pervert, per say. she was just caring for your safety!

she was, in her defence, very innocently entering your house to hang out when she heard...cries? and the sound of you pleading? obviously, being the good friend she is, robin crept across the floorboards to see what was going on, the sounds getting louder and louder as she approached until she reached their source — your bedroom. which brings us to now.

"fuck, nance, i'm gonna..." robin hears you whine, followed by that deep, intoxicating laugh nancy only does when she gets like this, a state that robin whishes she'd reveal more often. or more specifically, with her. and yet, she also needs to be the reason you're completely coming apart. how can she be jealous of both of you at once? it's then that robin realises you're not the one in danger, but rather she is, because she craves to watch what's happening on the other side of the door more than anything.

"yeah? are you gonna be a good girl for me?" nancy asks, causing robin's imagination to go wild. is she using her fingers? her tongue? or — and fuck, robin's so screwed — her strap? the one she only knows about because she went snooping through nancy's stuff while the latter was in the bathroom one time? it wasn't in a weird way or anything! she was just curious!

surely, one peak can't hurt? it's not like she hasn't seen you naked before — one time at school when you were changing in the locker rooms — and you're best friends, so if you do get mad, you're bound to forgive her quickly, right?

her hand is slowly pressing down on the handle before she can even properly make up her mind, inching the door ever so slightly open till she can just about make up your tangled forms on the bed.

you're splayed out like nancy's personal buffet, legs draped over her bare, freckled back while she works her mouth on you, drawing out the sweetest whimpers robin has ever heard. she swears, even through the small gap, she can see your hands tied up to the bedpost. the pressure between her thighs suddenly becomes all too much, her fingers slip into her waistband.

"that's it, just like that," nancy encourages, and for a split second robin thinks she's talking to her. it doesn't matter that she isn't, the words still affect her the same. "you're almost there."

just from her own fingers and the sound of nancy's voice combined with your incoherent pleads, robin is almost there herself. her hand moves faster, the other one still gripped on the door handle like a vice. her forehead presses hard into the unforgiving wood, but if anything, the pain just urges her onwards.

"come for me, you can do it," nancy instructs, so she does. with a gasp, her legs are buckling, collapsing into the doorframe. she lies there for a moment, attempting to regain her breath back from the earth shattering orgasm that stole it from her. it's probably the most blissful moment of her life, until her senses return and she hears the sound of soft giggles — unmistakably yours.

nancy removes her head from between your legs, her lips still glistening. she "it seems like we have a guest."

well shit

robin scrambles to her feet, the implications of what she's done only just hitting her. why did she think the two of you would be okay with it? "fuck, i can explain!"

"go on then," nancy says coolly, or in other words, completely unreadably. your flustered face, on the other hand, shows exactly what you're thinking. you're amused by this, and maybe, though this could just be wishful thinking on robin's part, aroused?

"i heard begging and i thought something bad was happening! so i crept up, ready to save your lives, when i realised oh shit, i've got it all wrong. but it was too late, i couldn't stop myself. i know it sounds terrible, and i'm so fucking sorry! i'll do anything to make it up to you two, i promise!"

"anything?" nancy's eyebrow raises. if you could form the words to speak, you warn robin that she doesn't know what she's in for, but your girlfriend's tongue seems to have rendered you unable to do so. plus, you really want to see what she'll do.

"anything," robin confirms. she'll do all your dishes for a week, a month even! she can cook (or like, try to) anything you two please! if she had her license she'd become your personal chauffeur. anything to get back into your good graces, except nancy isn't thinking along those lines at all.

"sit, in that chair right there, and watch," she points to a chair in the corner of the room, robin immediately following her instructions and sitting down, still unsure at what she's getting at. nancy looks at you for your consent, and when you nod, she continues, "now, i'm going to fuck y/n right in front of you, but you're not allowed to touch yourself."

It’s pretty, you have to admit. From your limited knowledge of dicks, you guessed it had to be at least six inches in length, a four inch girth at the least. As you admired the toy, you noticed the small vein on the underside, knowing that would feel good up against your smooth, velvet walls.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not gonna rush you or anything. Robbie can confirm it feels real good though. Can’t you, Robbie?”

You are laying on top of Robin’s chest, her left arm wrapped around your front as her right hand gently rubs up and down your thigh. Every single word she utters tickling against your neck, each sentence of hers being soothed by the harsh sucking of her teeth against your soft skin. “Oh yeah. It feels so good, baby. Especially when she speeds up. She just knows how to hit all the right spots.”

“And honey,” Nancy directs towards you, your lidded eyes lifting to make eye contact with your girlfriend, “If anything hurts at any time, do not be afraid to let me know, ‘kay? Want this to feel so incredibly good for you.”

“Okay…” you breathlessly let out, Robin’s hand getting dangerously close to your mound.

“Robbie, keep her open for me, ‘kay?” Nancy directs the other girl, “Rub her pretty little clit for me. Make sure she’s nice and wet. Don’t want to break her after all.”

Robin’s movements on your bud are just right. Her actions are lazy, yet firm, putting down just enough pressure for the pleasure to softly sit in the pit of your stomach. Just like you, she is too mesmerised by the sight of Nancy’s long legs stepping into the harness, so delicately and simply tightening the harness around her legs and front.

“Check her for me, Robbie. How wet is she?”

Robin knew exactly what Nancy wished of her, her hand dipping lower as she pushes two fingers into your heat, a choked moan releasing from your mouth. She pushes her fingers to the hilt, curling them slightly before pulling them back out.

As Nancy finishes tightening up the harness, she leans forward to inspect Robin’s fingers. Eyes flicking between the both of you laying down in front of her, she takes them into her mouth, sucking them clean and moaning at the flavour.

“Mmm, I think she’s ready. Such a needy girl, getting wet just at the sight of me and Robin’s poor, little actions.”

Nancy takes her palm and wipes it up your mound, using your slick as lube as she rubs the juices all over her dick.

“Perfect, perfect. Just the right amount. You’re so good for me, baby. So good for us,” she praises, “You ready to take mommy’s dick? I’ll start off slow, I promise.”

You nod ferociously, the movement of Robin’s hand back on your clit so agonisingly slow that you needed that extra dose of pleasure.

And just as you pleaded, Nancy slowly sinks the strap into your pussy, your walls hugging it tightly as she pushes to the hilt.

“Mmm, so fucking good for me, honey. Look at that, Robbie. Look how good our girl took it.”

Nancy slowly pulls out, before pushing all the way back in, creating a steady pace for you to enjoy.

Robin’s breath is still fanning on your neck, her voice low and sultry as she begins to whisper the dirtiest phrases into your ear.

“Taking her dick so well, baby. So perfect for your mommy. Poor pussy cannot let go of her.”

You can’t utter a word back, all that’s escaping your mouth being a guttural “Uh” every time Nancy hit the back of your pussy.

“Think she’s too cockdrunk for us, baby,” Nancy speeds up her pace, her hands coming to massage your perky breasts, “Poor thing can’t even get out a sentence, can you, honey?”

You swallow thickly as Nancy takes your nipple into her mouth, Robin’s fingertips pressing a little deeper on your clit, “F-Feels so good.”

“I know it does, pretty girl,” Nancy replies, bucking her hips in a particular harsh thrust, Robin letting out a gasp herself.

Her thrusts become more rapid, Robin letting out soft moans as she whispers out, “Balls are hitting my clit, babe. Shit!”

“Oh, are they?” she chuckles smugly, “Both my girls getting pleasured at once? What a sight to see.”

The room is filled with grunts, gasps, and moans, the bed creaking loudly with the sheer strength and weight of the three of you, the smell of sweat and sex lingering in the atmosphere.

“N-Nance, baby. Getting close,” you mumble out, Robin’s moaning directly into your ear, her hand struggling to keep a solid pace on your clit, her high slowly building up also.

In a harsh movement, Nancy grabs Robin’s hand from your clit, the other from your waist and pins them either side of her head, hovering over the both of you, hips bucking more frantically, trying to get you both to cum at the same time.

“Pleasure yourself, baby. Get yourself there. Get yourself to cum on mommy’s dick.”

You obey her orders immediately, right hand sneaking down to your clit, rubbing fast circles as your other gripped Nancy’s waist tightly, leaving marks in your movement.

Robin is the first to let go, a sharp whine being let out in your ear as her body shakes beneath you, Nancy grunting, turning into a whine as she bucks wildly into you, pushing you towards the edge.

“Come on, baby. I got you. Cum for mommy. Cum for me.”

And with that demand, you let go, Nancy pounding you through your high, juices coating the pink dildo as she also lets out a squeal, turned loud moan.

Coming down from your highs, Nancy puts her full body weight on top of you, Robin letting herself be crushed by the two of you, settling into a post-orgasm bliss.

“So… how did you find the strap?” Nancy asks you between pants.

You let out a soft giggle in response, “Put that in the regular use box. Gonna need that a lot more often.”

The three of you giggle together as you finally say in a sultry voice, “Although, maybe next time I could try it on.”

And both Nancy and Robin were definitely down for that.

october 31, 1996 marked the seventh and final day of the recent murdering spree in woodsboro, california.

you were just an ordinary highschool student. well were, because that was how every horror story started. a senior, an academic weapon, and solitary—not out of alienation but out of the want for peace and quiet.

that was why when two masked figures broke into your house you had no one to call except the police. there was no boyfriend climbing through your window and not walking through the front door because your dad hated him, and there were no girl friends giggling in your bed, painting their nails with you, and gossiping.

no one to help.

luckily for you, it wasn't your life they wanted.

"get the fuck away from me!" you shouted, voice wavering slightly as you held one of your father's empty wine bottles and backed up until you bumped into the dresser in the living room. you'd cut yourself with it grabbing it, and you'd sworn the moment you had the killers in front of you had adopted a sort of... primal hunger or need for you.

"awww, don't be that way. look. I know this is... scary, but I'm not gonna hurt you. we're, not gonna hurt you." the left killer said. they were women you realized, and it confused you just long enough to be distracting and allow the one on the right to grab the bottle from you.

"yeah, that typically does throw people off. the whole female thing," she said, performing a flourish with the bottle before placing it on the kitchen island, "but anyway, we do have business with you—"

"very, very, important business with you," the other husked, the smile on her face audible in her voice.

fuck. two against one, and you'd just stupidly lost the only weapon nearby. maybe you could try and play the acceptance card? you'd play any card to get away from them.

and so you did.

"what kind of business?" you smiled sweetly, stood tall, and loosened your body. they detensed. you smiled wider.

good. it was working.

"well we've been watching you for a very," a step, "very," another, "long time." even through the mask you swore your eyes met hers.

"yeah? and why is that?" you asked cautiously.

instead of using her words, she pulled her mask off, revealing herself to be none other than nancy wheeler and kissing you. it was firm, but soft enough you could pull away. if you'd have wanted to.

the truth was, you'd had a crush on nancy wheeler and robin buckley since freshman year. nancy was far too popular for you to be comfortable just walking up to, and robin was always there on second then disappearing the next, and with the year being 1996 you knew nothing was going to happen. clearly, and thankfully, you were wrong.

"you weren't supposed to take that off, nancy," the killer who was still masked sighed. as if the universe had heard your wishes and personally took on the weight of making them come true, she too took the white ghastly expression off to reveal robin buckley in the flesh.

what was going on?

robin ruffled her hair a little bit, and you and nancy pulled away from each other to catch your breath.

you looked between them both, then looked at the floor, and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"wow," you laughed in disbelief, "I thought you both were gonna kill me and, and you just kissed me."

it was silent for a moment.

"we said we weren't gonna hurt you," robin rolled her eyes despite the smile crawling onto her lips.

"exactly. just do a little bit of this." suddenly the pads of nancy's fingers were beneath your shirt and grazing your stomach. you shivered a little at how cold they were, but she only chuckled and pressed a kiss to your neck.

you weren't sure how because of the lust and adrenaline filled daze you'd been put in, but you'd ended up in your bedroom completely naked. robin kneeled at the foot of the bed with her hands prying your thighs open, and nancy was seated on your face.

"now, you want this right?" nancy asked firmly.

you nodded your head frantically.

"and you know what we're about to do?"

you nodded again, more eager.

"and you're feeling okay?"

god, why were they taking so long when all you wanted them to do was just fuck you?

"oh, we're eager, are we?"

you blinked. "did I say that out loud?"

as opposed to responding and chastising you with cruel words, they mutually decided that the best punishment for your impatience would be railing you so hard you saw stars.

as soon as robin licked up your cunt and nancy humped your face, you were crying out into the wet, creamy cunt of the girl above you.

"gosh, you're a natural." nancy moaned. meanwhile, robin grunted and groaned as she lapped up drop after drop of your slick, nosing up your pussy and brushing your clit every now and then.

every time she made a noise the vibration went straight to your core, and every time nancy ground down into you you swore she was the best thing you'd ever tasted.

despite how hard you'd been trying to, you didn't last forever and with a few suckles to your clit and "good girl"s from nancy you were practically screaming as you thrashed while your orgasm rammed into you.

like a chain reaction, nancy came too, her juices coating your entire face while robin kept licking and sucking and god she was so good.

"robin," you whined as she continued her assault on your clit even after the waves of pleasure from your orgasm subsided.

"fuck, gimme one more baby. I just wanna hear you scream one more time for me," she cooed. she was absolutely entranced by the way your sensitive bundle of nerves twitched every time she touched it, and how your pussy was leaking all over the sheets.