Young Shauna would be much crazier than an adult. And I mean here that she would be able to tell someone literally in the face what she thinks about him without thinking about the consequences.
Shauna who loved to tease you. You are sitting in class, you are focused on rewriting the task from the board and suddenly you feel her hand resting on your thigh and start tickling you. She wouldn't give a shit if anyone would see it or not, it would be more important to see your reaction.
I think young Shauna would love to go camping with you. You two, a bonfire, a guitar and your kisses.
When it comes to school, I think Shauna wouldn't care too much about it, but she would have okay grades and she would pass everything calmly. If you had a problem with something, she would certainly help you.
Young Shauna would be very jealous and I mean here that if some guy looked at you and whistled she would start a fight with him. Shauna would consider you her own thing. She would often let you know by whispering in your ear that you are only hers.
I also think about Shaun who would love when you tell her how well she does something. Let's give an example that she has a training where she was doing very well, and then you praise her at home. Or when she fucks you and you tell her how good she makes you feel
When it comes to fucking, Shauna would be really good at it. She would know where to touch you, what to whisper in your ear, how to test you. And you would love it all. Besides, Shauna wouldn't be your first girlfriend, but she would be the best at everything 👅
fratboy shauna watching fem reader do her makeup and getting turned on before she can finish and keeps distracting her until she takes a break from getting ready and showing shauna outfitss thinking..
- 🐻 anon
Shauna’s fingers drummed impatiently against the desk. Over the last half hour, she had probably tested every possible spot in your room.
It had started innocently enough. She burst in, slamming the door so hard it made you wince. You didn’t even have time to look toward it before a warm, sweaty mass wrapped its arms around you and squeezed. You couldn’t get a single word out because heated lips were planting kisses all over your face. You stammered for her to get off, desperately trying to shove away the lump of muscle that reeked of that disgusting gym smell.
“You could’ve at least taken a shower,” you grumbled when she finally released you from her embrace.
She grinned in response. She hadn’t even changed out of her workout clothes.
Shaking her head, she mumbled something about being in a hurry to get to her baby for your date.
Now, Shauna wished she had stayed longer at the gym
She paced around the room back and forth, effectively driving you up the wall. While you carefully and slowly worked on your makeup which really wasn’t taking that long, she was just impatient, Shauna had already scrubbed herself clean, put on cologne, and changed clothes.
In fact, she was completely ready to leave.
She had abandoned her gym bag in the corner of the room, which now smelled faintly of her cologne. She pulled on her favorite shirt, making sure the first four buttons were left undone, and shoved a baseball cap onto her head.
Apparently, scrolling through social media while sitting still was too boring.
Over the last twenty minutes, she had managed to knock out a set of push ups, finishing by shoving her flexed bicep in front of your face and refusing to leave you alone until you squeezed it. She did three somersaults across your bed, flipped through your notebooks, bullied your stuffed animal, and when even that wasn’t enough, you became her next target.
God help you.
“How much longer?” she huffed.
She dragged a chair from the other side of the room and rested her head on your desk. Looking up at you with the eyes of a scolded puppy, she nudged your arm.
“Much longer,” you muttered.
Absentmindedly, you scratched her cheek while searching your makeup bag for blush with your other hand.
Not even a minute passed before Shauna started fidgeting again. She scooted even closer, the chair creaking loudly. You sighed when you felt her breath against your neck.
“How much longer?” she tried again, this time nibbling lightly at your neck. She was really testing your patience today.
“I don’t know, sweetheart...” you mumbled while tracing your lips with makeup. You checked the result in a small mirror and reached for your lipstick. When you lifted the mirror again, you saw Shauna staring at you expectantly in the reflection. “A few more minutes. Stop rushing me.”
She rolled her eyes.
If anyone from the frat house knew Shauna acted like this around you, she’d probably die of embarrassment. Out in public she always wore the same sharp, confident expression, only to turn into an unbearable little kid whenever she was with you.
That didn’t mean she stopped acting cocky around you.
“You look pretty either way,” she replied pressing her nose against your neck.
A moment later you felt a wet kiss on your skin, something that still sent a shiver through you.
“With makeup or without.”
She lowered her voice, and her hand slid onto your thigh. Knowing exactly where that was headed, you cleared your throat and stood up.
Shauna groaned dramatically, throwing her head back.
“You can help me pick an outfit.”
Shauna glanced up at you and adjusted herself in the chair, sending you a grin.
“You could always go naked.”
You decided to ignore that.
“Can you wear that dress? The one you wore to Lottie’s birthday?!” Shauna shouted after you when you headed to the bathroom carrying an armful of clothes.
“It barely covers anything,” you laughed back.
The only response you got was a low murmur about how that was exactly the point.
There was one fundamental problem with Shauna: as far as she was concerned, you looked beautiful in absolutely everything.
You showed her three different options, and for every single one she made you spin around, grinned at you, and declared it hot.
“You’re not helping,” you groaned. You were about to turn around and try another outfit, but Shauna rose from her chair and quickly grabbed you by the hips. You squeaked in surprise, completely caught off guard. You didn’t even bother resisting when your girlfriend tossed you onto the bed.
“Just finish already,” she muttered, covering your neck and throat with kisses from top to bottom. “I’m bored, and you look so good in everything that my pants are starting to feel tight. It’s really hard, you should feel…”
“You’re disgusting,” you snorted, though you wrapped your arms around her. “Could you compliment me nicely for once?”
“That was nice. You can wear that dress.”
Her kisses became more insistent.
“Im gonna finger you later in it anyway”
You already knew Shauna wasn’t going to stop until you gave in.
More alpha!nat please!!! Like her taking care of her pregnant omega and their pups, keeping her pregnant allll the time after their first litter because she realized reader’s a whore for being bred. Ugh I just need to have her puppies.
heaven’s in your eyes — alpha!natalie scatorccio x reader headcanons
authors note: alpha nat! alpha nat! alpha nat!!!! brain go brr thinking about alpha nat 😵💫 here is the post that started it all :P
warnings: NSFW, a/b/o dynamics, omega!fem!reader, gp!alpha!nat, breeding, pregnancy and children/pups
song playing: national anthem by lana del rey
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat, who immediately senses when you become pregnant
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── her nose twitches at your scent. its the same scent she loves, but its so much more powerful, with a hint of something else
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── and her brain knows what it is. her posture straightens and a sense of pride consumes her when her mind confirms your pregnancy. your first litter, and it will be her pups you give birth to
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat who is so much more protective now that you are pregnant
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── your daily household chores are immediately cut in half, even if you were perfectly fine. she is not risking ANY injury or strain to your body
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── even more so as your pregnancy progresses, and your bump gets bigger and bigger as the pups grow in your womb. she has you glued to your shared bed, taking care of you like you were made of glass
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat who realizes that seeing you heavily pregnant (like 3rd trimester pregnant) makes her brain all fuzzy and dick all hard
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── yes, she makes sure you are taken care of, not letting you lift a finger. but yes she is also fucking your brains out even when you’re heavily pregnant
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── you just look so beautiful this way. full with her child/children, skin radiating in that pregnancy glow, the definition of maternal, the sight does things to her
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat who freaks out when you go into labor, literally tripping over herself while making sure you safely get to where you need
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat, who gets kicked out of the room when you go into labor
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── and YOU’RE the one kicking her out. as much as you love her, nat definitely glares at the medical staff when you’re in pain, and tries to insert herself
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she means well 💔 but you have to kick her out once you start pushing because its just too much for you to deal with
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat who cries when she meets your pup/pups for the first time
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she’s so loving towards them, and you shed a tear watching her quietly whisper things to them
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat who realizes she has a lactation kink..
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── the two of you obviously spending time together. her lips sucking on your tits, worshipping your postpartum body
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── and when she tastes the small drop of milk on her tongue, her eyes light up like shes in heaven and she milks you dry
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── you have to physically push her away because if she could, she would definitely hoard your milk to herself, forgetting about the spawn you two had created
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat, who gets you pregnant once the doctor gives you the clear for sex
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── it had been weeks, and you were just so horny. so when she finally was in you, cock slamming against you hard, you just begged to be filled up again
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she cant help it 💔 she loved seeing your stomach so round and full, she just had to give you another one. plus, you begged for it :( so of course she had to pump you full of her cum every single night afterwards
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat who keeps knocking you up after each pregnancy, you might as well create your own basketball team with how many pups you’re giving her
summary: Natalie has always been confused by your infatuation with her. You're this sweet, sweater-wearing, giggling princess who's genuinely nice to everyone and gets good grades- what could she possibly have going for her that would make you act the way you do?
warnings/tags: fluff, lowkey a little angsty at times, making out, reader wants that cookie BAAAAAAD, Nat calls reader "princess" (i'm sorry y'all- i can't escape it), not proofread
wc: 7.2k
The first time you ever spoke to Natalie was back in middle school- you had just moved to Wiskayok and were a chatty 11-year-old, who paid attention and participated frequently in class, and always had an extra pencil for anyone who needed one.
Including Natalie, who randomly decided one day in sixth grade that she wanted to give being a good student a try. She already didn't have many friends at this point, and the few boys she did hang around had been bothering her lately, so she figured she'd try her luck with you.
You, of course, lent her a pencil when she asked, delivering it with a beautiful, bright-eyed smile. You even chirped a soft "here you go, Nat!" as you passed it to her, which she mulled over for the next week, ultimately deciding you seemed too nice and that the two of you probably wouldn't get along very well.
You continued to smile at her and say hi when you saw her out and about, even as years passed and you both moved up to high school. You changed for the better, and her, of course, for the worse.
Senior year rolls around, and you've surprisingly started seeking Nat out. It started as usual- smiles and waves in passing- but then it escalated to approaching her at lunch or seeking her out on the rare occasion she actually came to class just to chat.
Natalie is convinced you're trying to trick her into getting close to you, just so you can pull the rug out from underneath her and humiliate her. She knows you're friends with Beth, whose boyfriend cheated on her with Natalie over the summer, so maybe you were trying to help her get revenge of some sort. But that wasn't you... and as much as Nat likes to pretend there's something sinister hiding underneath your patchwork crewneck and ruffle socks, she knows deep down there isn't.
Natalie realizes she has a problem the first time she notices your hands- not in a weird way, of course- just… against your water bottle during lunch, sleeves pulled over your knuckles while you laugh at something one of your friends says. Your nails are painted some chipped pastel color, and there’s a tiny silver ring on your finger that catches the cafeteria lights every time you move. Natalie notices only because she’s sitting across the courtyard pretending not to stare.
“You listening?” Kevyn asks. “Hm?”
“You’re burning your fries.” Natalie looks down, and sure enough, the cigarette between her fingers has dropped ash directly onto the paper tray.
“Shit.” Kevyn snorts while she brushes it off. When she looks back up, you’re already glancing over at her with your typical, warm smile- always with the smiling... Not fake polite smiling either- actual smiling, like seeing Natalie genuinely improves your day somehow.
It makes her instantly suspicious.
You wave a little, Natalie rolls her eyes automatically, but after a second, she lifts two fingers off the table in acknowledgment.
Rookie mistake. Because your posture somehow immediately becomes even more perfect and your smile widens, becoming even brighter, bright enough that Natalie has to look away.
“Dude,” Kevyn says slowly. “Are you flirting with her?”
Natalie almost chokes on smoke, “What?”
“With princess over there.” Natalie scoffs hard enough to sound offended. “Absolutely not.”
Kevyn raises an eyebrow. “Then why do you look constipated every time she talks to you?”
She rolls her eyes, as she always does, “Because she’s weird.”
Kevyn chuckled, taking a bite of his food, “She’s literally just nice.”
“Exactly. Weird.” But even after the conversation changes, Natalie keeps catching herself noticing stupid little things about you- the way you tuck your chin when you laugh, the soft sweaters, the fact that you always carry snacks in your backpack and hand them out without making people ask. It’s irritating.
Worse, she starts noticing other people noticing you too.
Some guy from track leans down by your locker one morning, smiling too hard while you talk. You laugh at something he says, all warm and sweet, and Natalie feels something ugly tighten unexpectedly in her stomach. Not jealousy- obviously not jealousy... More like- Annoyance.
Yeah... annoyance. Because the guy’s clearly a douchebag! That has to be it...
By lunch, Natalie’s in such a bad mood that even Taissa tells her to quit glaring at people- a rare moment of solidarity between the two as they smoke against the side of the building.
“I’m not glaring.”
“You look like you want to kill someone.” Natalie flicks ash into the dirt below her. “Maybe I do.”
Taissa follows her line of sight toward your table.
“Oh my God,” she groans, causing Natalie to stiffen immediately. “What?”
“You seriously have a problem with y/n?” Natalie scoffs immediately, “Please.”
Taissa raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been staring at her for like ten minutes.”
“I’m staring because she’s impossible not to look at.” The words slip out before Natalie can stop them. Tai goes quiet for half a second, a smirk growing on her lips, “Wow.”
Natalie squeezes her eyes shut, wincing slightly as she backtracks. “Not like that, Jesus Christ...”
Taissa’s grin starts forming instantly. “Oh my God.”
“She just-” Natalie gestures vaguely toward your table, where you’re animatedly talking with your hands, sweater sleeves hanging over your knuckles. “She stands out.”
“Because she’s cute?” Natalie rolls her eyes hard. “Because she looks like she belongs in a trix yogurt commercial.”
Taissa laughs and Natalie chuckles with her, taking another drag from her cigarette, somewhat irritated with herself for even entertaining this conversation.
“She’s too nice,” she mutters, “Nobody’s actually like that.”
Tai hums knowingly, “Right.”
“And she keeps talking to me for some reason.”
“Maybe she likes you.” Natalie snorts so hard she almost coughs. “Yeah, okay.”
Across the cafeteria, you glance over at that exact moment and smile automatically when you notice her. Natalie looks away first.
“Shut up,” she says flatly before Taissa can even open her mouth.
Natalie hates being touched unexpectedly (most people do!), so when someone grabs lightly at the sleeve of her flannel in the hallway, her first instinct is irritation. Then she turns around and sees you.
“Oh,” you say softly, immediately letting go. “Sorry.”
Natalie stares at you for a second- your hair’s messy from the wind outside, and you’re holding a folded worksheet against your chest.
“You left this in class,” you explain, gesturing it forward for her to take. Of course, you followed her down the hallway for homework, because apparently that’s just who you are...
Natalie takes the paper carefully. “You could’ve just let me fail.”
“You say that every time.” you roll your eyes playfully and Nat would say that's the most attitude she's ever seen you give anyone
“Because it’s true every time.” You smile a little, shifting your weight on your feet. There’s this thing you do when you’re nervous around her-your fingers twist together unconsciously like you’re winding invisible string around them- Natalie’s noticed that recently, along with too many other things.
“You skipped lunch again,” you blurt out suddenly, causing Natalie to blink. “What?”
“You didn’t eat.” you state as if it's just a casual statement.
“That’s creepy.”
You frown ever so slightly before defending, “It’s observant.”
“You observe me?”
You realize what you said a second too late, face warming instantly. “I mean- not like... you in particular, I just- notice things?”
Natalie should make fun of you for that. Instead, she finds herself weirdly stuck on the idea that you pay attention to her at all. Not because you want gossip or because you’re scared of her- you just… notice.
Natalie sighs deeply, “You don’t have to do this, you know”
“Do what?”
“Keep trying.” Your expression softens in that awful, sincere way again.
“I’m not trying that hard.” There’s no way you understand what that does to her- how dangerous it feels when someone acts like caring about Natalie Scatorccio is effortless.
The hallway buzzes around you with lockers slamming and people yelling, but Natalie suddenly feels hyperaware of everything about you standing there. The strawberry lip gloss. The typical, oversized cardigan sleeves covering half your hands. The tiny star stickers on your notebook.
Cute.
The thought appears suddenly and cleanly in her mind. Cute, cute, cute. Natalie immediately gets defensive with herself.
You’re still talking, completely unaware of the crisis currently unfolding in her brain. “-and I saved you a cookie from study hall because you left and Jeff took, like, four before you came back-”
“You saved me a cookie?” Natalie's brows furrow, one raising slightly in genuine astonishment at your actions
“Yeah?” she stares at you like you’ve spoken another language. Nobody ever saves her things... You blink at her reaction. “Do you want it?”
“Obviously.” You laugh softly and dig through your bag before placing the cookie carefully into her hand like it’s something important. Your fingers brush hers for maybe half a second, and it shouldn’t matter... it shouldn't matter... but it matters enough that Natalie forgets how to speak for an embarrassing amount of time.
“Sorry, is it... okay?” you look between Natalie's emotionally constipated expression and the cookie. Natalie clears her throat roughly. “Fine.”
You smile again. God. That smile... Natalie watches you walk away afterward, cookie still in her hand. She lets her head fall back with a slight a groan,
“What the fuck...”
Natalie decides that she has officially had enough of you after running into you at a party. In all her time of knowing you and going out in Wiskayok, she has never seen you at any sort of function like this
You look deeply out of place- too soft for this house, and Natalie tells herself she should ignore you. Instead, twenty minutes later, she somehow ends up standing beside you in the kitchen while someone argues loudly in the next room.
“oh- hi!” you say brightly when you notice her.
Natalie snorts. “hey.”
You grin into your drink. There’s glitter on your cheekbone, Natalie notices, because apparently her brain has decided to become the world’s most irritating microscope whenever you’re nearby.
“You look pretty,” you say absentmindedly, briefly peeking over the rim of your cup. Natalie freezes, and you follow immediately after, eyes widening slightly like you didn’t mean to say it out loud. The silence that follows is catastrophic, as Natalie feels heat crawl up her neck almost instantly.
“Are you drunk?” she asks.
“A little.”
“Clearly.”
You duck your head, embarrassed. “Sorry.”
But Natalie can’t stop thinking about it as she takes a long sip from her drink to buy herself time. Pretty. Nobody calls her pretty casually- not like that. Usually it’s "hot" or "sexy" or some gross comment shouted from a car window. "Pretty" feels different... more dangerous.
“You don’t have to apologize,” she mutters finally. You glance back up at her carefully, humming and nodding before going back to staring nervously into your cup.
“You are, though.” There it is again- that awful honesty. Natalie suddenly becomes intensely aware of herself- her smudged eyeliner, the chain around her neck, the cigarette tucked behind her ear.
And worse, she becomes aware of you looking at her- not judging, not mocking, not waiting for her to fuck up so you can point it out and laugh about it- just looking, like you actually like what you see.
It makes something nervous twist low in her stomach.
Someone shouts your name from the living room, and you look away for a second. Natalie exhales slowly through her nose as the moment breaks
When you turn back, you smile at her again- smaller this time. Shy, almost. Cute. The thought hits Natalie so hard she physically looks away.
"I'll see you around, Nat- have a good night! Oh- and be safe!"
It's a torrential downpour when Natalie begins to accept the shift.
“Nat!” Natalie pauses halfway down the school parking lot, cigarette tucked between her lips as she turns toward the voice. Your car is idling a few spaces away, window rolled all the way down despite the rain blowing in through it. You lean across the passenger seat to look at her properly, eyebrows pinched together in concern. Water drips steadily from the ends of Natalie’s hair already. The walk home is gonna suck.
“Do you need a ride home?” you ask sweetly, eyes wide with concern.
Natalie blinks once. “Uhm… no, I’m good.”
You glance pointedly toward the sidewalk beyond the parking lot. “Are you walking?”
“Yeah, I always do-”
"It’s raining.” Natalie almost makes a sarcastic comment over you pointing out the obvious, but she just shrugs one shoulder like that settles it, “And?”
“And just get in.” Natalie huffs out a laugh, more defensive than amused. “Y/n, really, I’m-”
“Get. In.” You point firmly at the passenger door, and the sheer seriousness on your face catches her off guard enough that she actually stops arguing for a second. This is ridiculous. YOU are ridiculous. is what she decides.
Your windshield wipers squeak frantically back and forth while you stare at her like this is somehow an emergency. Natalie looks away first, taking a drag from her cigarette to buy herself time.
“You know I’m wet, right?” she says finally. “Like, soaked.”
“That’s kind of what rain does to people- hence why I'm telling you to get in.”
Natalie narrows her eyes slightly. “You always this bossy?”
A tiny smile pulls at your mouth. “Only with stubborn people who refuse help.”
Something uncomfortable flips over in her chest, and she immediately decides she hates that feeling. With a muttered curse under her breath, Natalie yanks open the passenger door and slides inside. The car smells faintly like vanilla and laundry detergent. Cute. Of course it does.
You reach over without thinking and tug a crumpled sweatshirt from the backseat. “Here.”
Natalie stares down at it in confusion. It’s soft-looking, pale blue, probably expensive, “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Dry off?”
“You just carry extra clothes around?” You shrug, suddenly looking a little embarrassed. “I get cold easily.”
Natalie snorts quietly despite herself. Outside, rain pounds against the windshield hard enough to blur the entire parking lot silver-gray. For a second, neither of you says anything.
"What're you doing here still anyways?"
"I have tutoring after school Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday," you look over your shoulder as you back out, maneuvering your black Corvette out of the school parking lot. Natalie can't help but admire your side profile as you focus- your glossy lips slightly parted as the tip of your tongue pokes out between your teeth.
"Nice car you got..." she shifts her gaze to the dashboard as she fidgets with one of the rings she's wearing. You give an amused hum and glance at her briefly
"Thanks, it's my dad's- I would never drive something like this if I had the option" Natalie's eyes widen, honestly shocked at your opinion
"What? I would kill to have this car!" You glance at her with equally wide eyes, taken aback, but amused nonetheless, by her enthusiasm.
"Really? You know a lot about cars?"
"I know enough to tell you that you're driving one of the nicest cars on the market right now"
"Yeah... that's true." but that apparently doesn't satisfy her, seeing as she scoffs and shifts her body to face you more.
"Then what would be your dream car, Princess?" you can't help but blush at the nickname. You chew on the inside of your cheek thoughtfully for a second, fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel.
“I think I’d rather have something older,” you admit. “Like… one of those vintage Volkswagen vans.”
Natalie stares at you, “You’re kidding.”
You laugh immediately. “What? They’re cute!”
“They go, like, thirty miles an hour.”
“They have personality.”
“This car has personality.”
“This car has a cocaine problem.” Natalie barks out an actual laugh at that- loud and surprised enough that both of you seem caught off guard by it. You grin instantly, looking entirely too pleased with yourself for causing it.
The rain continues hammering against the windshield while the heater hums softly between you. Natalie can feel warmth slowly returning to her hands, helped slightly by the stupidly soft sweatshirt currently bunched in her lap. She shouldn’t be this comfortable here.
Usually, being around people feels like work- trying to predict what version of her they want, how long until they get tired of her, how long until they leave. But with you, things just… happen. It makes her suspicious enough to keep poking at you.
“You said you were coming from tutoring?”
“Yup!”
“Huh.” Natalie glances over at you again. “I always assumed you were naturally the smartest person in the room.” She smirks slightly. “Guess even little miss perfect needs help sometimes too.”
You blink before laughing softly, something shy and kind of embarrassed, almost.
“I was actually the one tutoring someone else,” you admit. “But I’m definitely not perfect, and I do spend way more time than I probably should studying, so I promise—”
“I’m just teasing you…”
“Oh.” You glance at her quickly, cheeks pinkening a little, while Natalie immediately looks back out the window before she can think too hard about how cute that reaction was.
A few beats of silence pass, aside from the low volume of the radio and the rain against your car
"Uhm, where am I dropping you off at?"
"Oh, yeah," she gives you her address and you continue driving, vaguely familiar with the area.
I can help with a non-explicit romantic continuation.
“Oh.”
You glance at her quickly, cheeks pinkening a little, while Natalie immediately looks back out the window before she can think too hard about how cute that reaction was.
A few beats of silence pass, aside from the low volume of the radio and the rain against your car.
“Uhm, where am I dropping you off at?”
“Oh, yeah.” Natalie gives you her address, and you continue driving, vaguely familiar with the area. The farther you get from school, the quieter things become- streetlights grow sparse, houses spread farther apart. Neither of you says much as Natalie watches your hands on the steering wheel, while your eyes stay on the road. By the time the entrance to the trailer park comes into view, the rain has eased into a steady drizzle.
“There,” Natalie says, pointing ahead. You nod and slow down, then Natalie notices you're actually preparing to drive all the way inside.
“Wait.” You glance over immediately. “What?”
“Just pull over here.” Your eyebrows knit together. “Here? outside the park?”
“Yeah.” You hesitate, then guide the Corvette onto the gravel shoulder near the edge of the park. The engine stays running and for a moment neither of you moves.
“You don't want me to drive you the rest of the way? I'm sure it's like- super muddy by now...”
Natalie shrugs. “Not really.” You study her face for a second before nodding. “Okay.”
The answer comes too easily- no questions, no pushing- just okay. And Nat honestly can't tell if that makes her feel better or worse at this point
The rain taps softly against the roof, the heater hums, and neither of you makes any sort of move to end this interaction. Instead, Natalie sits there picking at one of the rings on her fingers, staring out through the rain-streaked windshield.
“You're weird, you know that?” You laugh quietly. “I've heard that before.”
“No, I mean it.” The smile on your face falters slightly. “Why do you keep doing this?”
“Doing what?” your shoulder sag slightly, and you're already taking on a kicked puppy look that has Nat wishing she had just walked home
“This.” She gestures vaguely between the two of you. “Talking to me. Looking for me at school. Giving me rides home and shit.”
Your brows furrow as you blink. Natalie notices your grip on the steering wheel to tighten ever so slightly as you tense with an anxious confusion, “Because... we're friends?”
Natalie lets out a short, humorless laugh. “You think so?”
The question hangs in the air, and Nat immediately notices something shift in your expression. Not dramatic, but just enough for her to realize it wasn't okay to tease anymore.
“Oh.”
Natalie looks away first, rolling her eyes, trying to push down her newfound guilt, “Come on, y/n.”
“No, yeah, I don't- I don't know why I said that... I guess,” You sound so... far away, like you're processing each individual word as you say it. You suddenly seem very interested in the steering wheel as you take a slow breath and quickly spare a glance in Nat's direction, forcing the tiniest smile on your face as a formality, “Forget I said that.”
“That's not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?” There's no anger in your voice whatsoever. If anything, you sound embarrassed, which somehow makes Natalie feel worse. Nat rubs at the back of her neck, still avoiding looking at you altogether
“I don't know.” You give a small nod, the kind people do when they're pretending something doesn't bother them.
“Okay.” The silence that follows is awful. Outside, rain continues drumming against the car. Inside, the warmth suddenly feels stifling.
Natalie hates this- the way you're shrinking into yourself and the fact that she caused it- But mostly she hates that she doesn't know how to explain what she actually means.
“It's just...” She exhales sharply. “I don't get it.”
You glance over. “Get what?”
“Why you're like this.”
Your eyebrows pull together, frown deepening- Natalie's chest tightens as she think she might even see a sheen of tears start to gloss over your eyes- oh god, please no.
“What do you mean?” you mumble, pitifully
She tries not to take her frustration out on you, but Natalie can't help her semi-harsh tone as she tries to get to the point, “Why are you being nice to me?”
The confusion on your face only frustrates her more, “Because I want to be?”
“No, but why?”
You stare, seeming to begin to become somewhat overwhelmed by her lack of understanding, but Natalie presses on, “Seriously, y/n, you have friends- good ones! People actually like you.”
“People like you too-” Natalie laughs bitterly at that. “Right.”
“I'm serious.”
“You shouldn't be.” Your gaze drops, just for a second, and suddenly Natalie hears how harsh she sounds, but once she starts talking, she can't seem to stop.
“Most people don't just decide they wanna hang around me for no reason.”
“Nat-”
“No, seriously.” She shakes her head. “What's the angle here?”
Your expression falls completely. “What?”
“What do you want?” It's so sharp and honestly, mean how she's talking to you- Nat knows this- but it's only irking her more that she even has to spell it out for you in the first place.
“There isn't one.” You sound so sad and sincere, and she wants to believe you so badly, but her own allegiance to isolation and self sabotage refuses to let her do so
Natalie scoffs again, elbow resting on the door frame near the handle, “Sure.”
“There isn't.” you stand a bit firmer in your words, but there's still a hint of submission in them, like you're scared to raise your voice at her.
“You expect me to believe that?” The hurt flashes across your face so quickly that Natalie almost misses it
“Okay,” You look down at your lap. “That's what you think?”
The question comes out so quiet- so disappointed- and Natalie immediately wishes she could take the whole conversation back. She honestly wishes she just walked away from you in the first place and never even accepted the ride home- that would've spared her from this entire guilt-filled interaction.
You let out a small, embarrassed laugh, “God.”
Natalie peeks over as you shake your head once, a small, forced watery smile on your face. “I'm sorry- I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable-”
she cuts you off “You weren't-”
You battle back softly in return, “It's okay.”
You turn to unlock the door, “You should probably go before the rain gets worse.”
Something unpleasant rapidly twists in Natalie's stomach... Because suddenly you're pulling away. You're not throwing sarcastic jabs at her, or spouting insults about how much she sucks, and you're definitely not backtracking and making her feel like shit for not giving you what you wanted...
You're just... retreating.
“Y/n,” Natalie stares at the dashboard- anywhere but your face.
“I didn't mean it like that.” You don't say anything, which means she has to keep talking. Great.
“I just...” She exhales. “People usually want something.” The words come out quieter this time, more honest.
“That's all.” For the first time since the conversation started, you really look at her. The defensiveness. The suspicion. The way she's practically bracing for impact.
Understanding slowly replaces the hurt on your face, as you nod once “Oh.”
Natalie swallows, “I wasn't trying to be an asshole.”
A tiny smile appears, “Could've fooled me.”
Natalie groans immediately, “Yeah, alright.”
That earns a small laugh from you as you glance back down at your hands, kneading together in your lap. The tension eases slightly into something softer, but still present and awkward. After a moment, you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.
“For the record,” you say quietly, “I don't want anything from you.”
Natalie looks over- your cheeks are flushed again, from embarrassment or the heat in the car, she can't tell.
“I just like talking to you.” There it is... that sincerity... that awful, impossible sincerity. Natalie looks away before you can see the way it affects her.
“That's still weird,” she mutters, but this time, your smile grows as you shrug shyly, “Maybe.”
And this time, when the silence settles between you, it doesn't feel quite so heavy.
Nothing is really different. Well- everything is different after you drove Natalie home that day- but it doesn't really seem like it... in a way? The subtle shifts are so small that nobody else would notice it- not even you!
You're standing by your locker before first period, digging through a folder while talking to one of your classmates, when Natalie spots you from halfway down the hall. Usually, she'd keep walking, but instead, she lifts her chin once, a silent acknowledgement.
Your reaction is automatic, face brightening immediately, posture straightening, disposition becoming warmer overall. Natalie has to fight the urge to roll her eyes, but she also finds herself having to bite back a small as well.
You wave, of course, and Natalie gives you two fingers in response before continuing down the hallway.
By lunch, she's already regretting it, because apparently now you've decided this means you're allowed to sit beside her.
"You mind?" you ask, tray balanced in your hands.
Natalie glances at the empty seat next to her, then raises a brow at you. "Seriously?"
Your wide, doe-eyed expressions fall immediately as you pout dramatically, and Natalie can't help the snort she lets out before taking a bite of her food.
"I'm not coming to bother you for no reason, I just wanted to ask you about the psych homework-" this pulls a snicker from Van, "You wanted to ask Nat about homework?"
You finally acknowledge the others sitting at the table- a handful of the varsity soccer girls, who you're all pretty familiar with.
Before you could respond, Natalie is clearing her throat and drawing your attention back to her, "What'd you need?"
You take that as permission to sit, and even after you're done "bothering" her, for some reason, Natalie doesn't tell you to leave. Neither does anyone else. Tai notices, Shauna notices, even Jackie Notices- The looks they give Natalie from across the table as you pop up and dash away a few minutes before the end of the period are insufferable.
"She's so cute- like a little bunny!" Natalie groans into her hands, "Jax you can't be serious, right now"
Little things... it's always something little with you that alters her brain chemistry.
"You're bleeding." Natalie looks up from her cigarette to see you're pointing toward her knuckles, where, sure enough, there's a fresh scrape, she doesn't even remember getting.
"It's fine."
"It doesn't look fine."
"It's a scratch." You stare at her with an unimpressed brow raised, then, without saying a word, you reach into your backpack and pull out a handful of bandaids. Of course, you carry bandaids on you. Natalie can't help the chuckle that escapes her.
"What?"
"You carry those around?" You look genuinely confused. "Doesn't everybody?"
"No."
"Oh."
The two of you stand there awkwardly for a second, then you hold one out. Natalie could refuse- you're expecting her to- she should refuse, at least by her own standards. Instead, she sighs dramatically and sticks out her hand.
Your face lights up, but you try to hide it, settling for a more satisfied glimmer rather than an excited beam- It's ridiculous how pleased you look.
"You're acting like I just solved world peace."
"You accepted help. That's practically the same thing to me"
Natalie huffed out a laugh, rolling her eyes affectionately (though she'd be caught dead before admitting such) "Don't get used to it."
"Oh, I already am." You teased back, slightly surprising Nat with a small development in confidence. She leaves the Band-Aid on for the rest of the day.
You talk while she smokes outside before school. You walk together between classes if you're heading in the same direction. Sometimes you show up at her lunch table, sometimes Natalie finds herself looking for you first.
It's subtle. Microscopic. But it's there.
Friday afternoon, she's leaning against a wall outside the gym when you appear beside her. "Hi."
"Hi." You smile, and Natalie waits for the rest of your approach.
"...That's it?" she asks. "What?"
"You came all the way over here just to say hi?"
Your smile grows. "Maybe."
Natalie shakes her head. "Weirdo."
"Asshole." She tilts her chin down at this to hide her amused grin, finding you even cuter when you bite back,
"You like it."
"I do." The answer comes too fast, too honest- your face immediately begins to burn, and Nat feels something warm settle low in her chest. Before either of you can say anything else, the bell rings, and students immediately start flooding into the hallway around you.
"See you later, Nat." You take a step backward.
"Yeah." You start walking away, then turn to look angelically over your shoulder and toss her a wave, before Natalie watches you disappear into the crowd. And for once, she allows the smile to stay on her face as she continues her day.
The following week, Natalie is sitting on the hood of Kevyn's car after school when she spots you crossing the parking lot. You're busy trying to balance three textbooks, your backpack, and a paper coffee cup- It's a disaster waiting to happen.
Natalie watches it unfold for approximately five seconds before one of the books slips- you catch it. Then the coffee starts tipping- you save that too. Then another book starts sliding...
"Jesus Christ," Natalie mutters.
"What?" Kevyn asks.
"Nothing." Across the lot, you're still fighting for your life against gravity. Natalie can't help it.
"Hey, Princess!" Your head immediately snaps up. The smile that appears when you spot her is embarrassingly immediate, face shifting from wide-eyed panic to comfort, familiarity.
"Hi, Nat!"
One of the books slips again. Natalie groans. "How are you this bad at carrying things?"
You look down at the pile in your arms, then back at her with a tired smile and tilt of your head. "I'm managing."
The coffee wobbles dangerously. Natalie raises an eyebrow. You glance at it. "...Mostly."
She snorts, the sound surprising both of you, causing your smile to grow. Which is obviously annoying, because now Natalie can practically see you realizing in real time that she's teasing you instead of brushing you off. You hurry over anyway.
"Hi," you say again, stopping in front of her.
she raises her brows, amused, yet trying not to seem as such "Hi."
"How was your day?" Natalie eyes the stack in your arms. "Better than yours, it looks like..."
You laugh. "God, you're mean."
"You're carrying six hundred pounds of paper!"
You roll your eyes dramatically, "It's three textbooks."
"Same thing." You shift your weight and nearly lose one again, but Natalie reaches out automatically to steady it. The movement surprises her as much as it surprises you, and for a second, both of you freeze. Then Natalie immediately pulls her hand back,
"There." You blink and hover, "Thanks."
"Don't mention it." A grin tugs at your mouth. Too knowing. Natalie points at it immediately.
"Whatever you're thinking, stop."
"I'm not thinking anything."
"Liar." You laugh again. Fuck. She likes that laugh way too much.
"Okay," you admit. "Maybe I'm thinking something."
"Terrifying."
"I just think it's nice when you're sweet to me, that's all." you shrug with a bit of a playful grin, to which Natalie barks out a laugh
"Watch it." You beam- like actually beam the most glittering smile she's ever seen. Like she'd handed you a winning lottery ticket instead of a half-assed joke. The reaction is so ridiculous that Natalie finds herself smiling despite every effort not to.
Natalie doesn't mean to end up alone with you- at least that's what she tells herself. Practice let out about 20 minutes early, and she'd only stayed behind because she couldn't find her lighter. That's it, really nothing to do with the fact that she knew your tutoring sessions ended around the same time. Nothing to do with the fact that she'd started unconsciously memorizing your schedule- definitely not.
She's sitting on the bleachers behind the school when she hears footsteps approaching.
"You know smoking's bad for you, right?" Natalie doesn't even bother looking up.
"Wow. Really?" You laugh, the sound so familiar enough now that it immediately gives away who you are.
"I figured somebody should tell you."
"You're about six years late." You climb the bleachers and sit down beside her- not too close, but not far away at all either. For a while, neither of you says anything. The sun is setting behind the football field, casting everything in gold and orange.
You pull your cardigan sleeves over your hands, and of course, Natalie notices. "Cold?"
You shrug, "A little."
She snorts, "Then why are you sitting outside?"
"Wanted to."
"That's stupid."
"You're outside too."
"Yeah, but I'm stupid." That earns a laugh, leaving Natalie smiling despite herself.
"You know," you say after a moment, a teasing lilt already taking over your tone, "you've been nicer lately."
Natalie groans immediately, "Oh my God."
"What??"
"Don't say things like that." You grin and stare back into the distance of the field, "It's true."
"I literally insult you every day."
"Affectionately." Natalie turns her full body to stare at you.
"Affectionately?"
You nod, "Affectionately."
"You're delusional."
"Maybe." Your smile softens slightly, "Or maybe I'm right."
For some reason, that makes Natalie nervous, all because you really hit the nail right on the head. A few weeks ago, she would've brushed you off and walked away, probably given you some sarcastic answer and left it at that.
Now she catches herself looking for you in hallways, saving you a seat in classes she used to skip, making jokes just to hear you laugh. It's really become a problem. And judging by the look on your face, you know it too. The realization settles between you quietly, and either of you looks away.
"You're staring," Natalie mutters.
Your smile quirks up a bit, "You started it."
"No, I didn't." Natalie is hyper aware of how the sunset catches in your eyes and bathes you in a warm glow. You're fully grinning now, "You absolutely did."
Natalie suddenly becomes very aware of how close you're sitting. Close enough that she can smell your lavender shampoo. Close enough to count your freckles and moles if she really wanted to. Close enough that looking away feels harder than it should. Your gaze flickers briefly downward, then immediately back up. The movement is tiny, but it's noted, and something in Natalie's chest immediately goes haywire.
"Hey, princess?." Your body tenses ever so slightly to be noticeable, cheeks flushing.
"Yeah, Nat?"
"You're looking at me like that again."
Your gaze flickers down again shyly as you laugh softly, then glance back up with a glimmer, "How am I looking at you?"
Natalie opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Because honestly?She doesn't have an answer. You're just looking at her- like you always do. Like she's somebody worth looking at...
The thought hits harder than it should, and for a few seconds, neither of you says anything. The world feels strangely quiet, aside from the distant traffic and the sound of your breathing.
"Hey," you say softly, gathering Nat's attention. Your expression has shifted from blithe, confident teasing back to that semi-anxious, unsure energy you used to carry around her, like you're waiting for some sort of permission.
"Hey." Your eyes flick to her mouth again. This time, neither of you pretends not to notice. The distance between you suddenly feels very small, very easy to cross. Natalie doesn't overthink it- if she does, she'll talk herself out of it- so instead she leans forward, just enough to brush her lips against yours
Your gaze flickers down again shyly as you laugh softly, then glance back up with a glimmer. "How am I looking at you?"
Natalie opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.
Because honestly?
She doesn't have an answer.
You're just looking at her—like you always do. Like she's somebody worth looking at.
The thought hits harder than it should, and for a few seconds, neither of you says anything. The world feels strangely quiet, aside from the distant traffic and the sound of your breathing.
"Hey," you say softly, gathering Nat's attention.
Your expression has shifted from blithe, confident teasing back to that semi-anxious, unsure energy you used to carry around her, like you're waiting for some sort of permission.
"Hey." Your eyes flick to her mouth again. This time, neither of you pretends not to notice. The distance between you suddenly feels very small, very easy to cross. Natalie doesn't overthink it- if she does, she'll talk herself out of it- so instead she leans forward, just enough to brush her lips against yours
You're frozen, totally stiff, and Natalie almost backs down, then you begin to kiss her back, so softly and carefully, like you're scared the moment will break and fade away if you push for too much.
Natalie's hand finds the hem of your top as they land on your waist. She uses her other hand to push you back slightly, has you lie down on the chilled metal bleachers. She hovers over you, caressing the skin underneath the hem of your shirt, as your hands come up to rest on her cheeks.
She bites your bottom lip, pulling a shocked but pleased hum from you, allowing her tongue further access into your mouth. The second kiss lasts longer. Not rushed in any way. Just warm and sensual- the kind of warmth that makes her chest feel strangely light.
When you finally pull back, it's only far enough to look at her with an impossible smile and your typical doe eyes, that now have a new sparkle to them. And then, to Natalie's horror, your eyes start watering.
"Oh my God."
You immediately cover your face, "No!"
She lets out an amused giggle against her will, "Are you crying?"
"No!!"
"You are absolutely crying." You sit up in an instant, one leg slightly draped over hers.
"I am not crying!" You're laughing now, which only makes your argument significantly less convincing.
Natalie stares at you in disbelief, "Princess."
"Oh, shut up." A laugh escapes her before she can stop it, as she continues to caress your waist. The sound seems to make you grin even harder, which then causes Natalie to only want to kiss you again, and even harder
"You kissed me," you say, like you've just discovered a miracle.
Natalie groans, an affectionate, exhausted grin on her face. "There it is."
"What??" you swing yourself to be full, mirroring her seated position, facing the mostly set sun.
"You're being weird-"
You cut her off with an incredulous scoff, balking at her momentarily, "I'm allowed to be weird over this!"
She hums and gives you a look that says, "are you sure about that?" enjoying your dropped jaw and overall offended expression. You bump your shoulder against hers, and she bumps back, leaving you both giggling against each other.
The sunset has nearly disappeared now, leaving the football field washed in soft evening light. For a while, you both just sit there, close enough that your shoulders touch, neither one in any hurry to leave.
After a minute, Natalie feels your head carefully settle against her shoulder. Tentatively, like you're giving her the chance to complain. She rolls her eyes, and even though you can't see it, she's almost sure you feel it somehow. She reaches her hand to pull your head down fully against her shoulder, while shifting slightly so you're more comfortable.
You immediately go still. Natalie pretends not to notice.
The last of the sunlight has faded behind the trees, leaving everything washed in soft blues and golds. Somewhere in the distance, a car door slams, crickets have started up already, and for once, neither of you feels any urgency to fill the silence.
Your shoulder presses lightly against hers, embracing the warmth and newfound comfort. Natalie lets herself enjoy it for a minute before glancing down, seeing absurdly content you look, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. You catch it immediately- of course you do. Your own smile grows in response, and suddenly Natalie understands exactly why people spoil you.
She shakes her head and nudges yours lightly with her own, the motion earning a quiet laugh from you, then another, and soon you're both smiling for no real reason at all.
As the evening grows darker, your hand eventually finds its way between the two of you, resting against the bleacher without much thought. Natalie's gaze drops to it, and she hesitates for all of three seconds, then hooks her pinky around yours. Your breath catches, smile turning impossibly soft as you somehow manage to melt further into her side.
You drive her home that night and make out a little more in your backseat before you remind her that you do in fact, have a curfew. You call each other over the phone multiple times a week now, after not-so-casually hinting at wanting Natalie's number. And now Nat hopes and prays she never runs into you when she's out at a party, just so she can call you after and make sure you're tucked in bed safely (and so she can come visit you after).
Natalie is still trying to get used to someone having a crush on her, and it is actually working out well, but you make it pretty easy to give into.
What kind of top/dom Emily would be in different points of the show (pt 1)
!This is all just my personal opinions and not necessarily taking canon into account obv!
Season 2/early season 3
As I said, she looks like a softie but 1. if she has her eyes on you she IS gonna get you home, full stop and 2. she starts to realize just how much she likes to see a woman at her mercy. There's something about being the one to reduce someone to a certain state that strokes her ego like never before and it gives her such a high that at first she doesn't even realize her demeaning remarks and reactions, but once she registers not only her behavior but also the reaction it gets from the other person she can't get enough of it. She's such a fucking mean dom like I know she'd make me cry and laugh at me because of it ugh.
Later season 3/season 4
COCKYYY omg she's so fucking cocky!! Like in a frat boy, borderline offensive way and the fact that she has a constant line of girls waiting and begging for a chance only makes her ego grow. She definitely likes to take control but more so because she likes knowing that these women are so into her and worship the ground she walks on that they're willing to let her do anything she wants to them.
Now if she seriously falls for a woman, though, she becomes the dumbest, most pathetic service top ever and her only mission becomes to satisfy any wish of her woman.
Season 5
Daddy?? Ahem sorry. After the pussydrunk phase she comes back to her senses and tames her ego a bit. She's definitely very dominant but in a more "subtle" way. She doesn't need to be all cocky and over the top to have a woman submit to her, one look is more than enough to get what she wants. The fact that she's a little different doesn't mean that she's gonna be softer, though, in fact she's probably shifted a little bit more to the hard dom side. She's not snarky or mean, though, and she probably starts giving praises more than she's ever done. She's a little surprised at how many more women she can have by not trying to pursue them in a more pushy way like before (season 3/4) but of course is not mad about it.
Season 6
Ok now that's daddy ugh!!!!! Sorry sorry. At this point she doesn't even try to find women, they just come to her like to a magnet, could it be the lack of interest she shows like she has previously noticed? Probably, and the "gloomy", mysterious look she has about her definitely helps attract attention. She's the biggest hard dom and has found a sweet spot of a subtly degrading language mixed with just the right amount of praise that melts on the spot the women she chooses. Oh and yes she's officially over the "taking home as many women as she can" mentality and would rather see someone she really likes for a while, even if not for a relationship and just for sex.
Let me know your thoughts and opinions I'm super curious!!!!!!
i have a italian g!p natalie req for you which is a bit weird but i just think its funny :))
reader, who’s insanely wet, straddling nat, who’s already hard. nat looks confident enough to assure reader that she’s ready to take her, and as soon as nat slips inside in an unexpected rush because of the amount of slick, nat shuts her eyes inadvertently and chokes out a “vaffancu-“ (an abbreviation of “vaffanculo” which means “fuck off”) and nat gets soo embarrassed from it bc it was out of place! but both her and reader laugh it off and then proceed to do the do…. and it gets worse to the point that natalie switches the language completely
idk i’ve had this thought for a while😭😭
» nat scatorccio x fem!reader.
— warnings: italian nat back at it again. nsfw content. mdni. gp!nat. probably inaccurate italian dirty talk. unprotected p in v sex.
you’re so utterly soaked from nat’s earlier ministrations (spreading you open on your back to eat your out for so long you’ve lost count over how many orgasms she’s coaxed out of you in the process), that your wetness is practically dripping all over her lap by the time you move to straddle it, your cunt already clenching around nothing at the sight of her erection, twitching against her abdomen. there’s precum dribbling down the side of her shaft when nat wraps her fingers around its base to line herself up, gaze lifting to meet yours breathlessly. your folds part with an obscene squelch as her blunt head drags through them, eventually bumping against your clit and making you gasp in surprise. everything there is so slick with it, nat curses under her breath as her cock slips off sideways, clumsily slapping against your inner thigh instead.
“here,” you pant, reaching down as well, only to try & guide her in the right direction, except with how wet you are, how unsteady with anticipation, that’s all it takes: rather than just pressing nat’s tip against your entrance, it ends up smoothly slipping inside. nat hisses, equally as surprised by the sudden warmth of your cunt that now envelopes her. “vaffancu-“ she gasps.
“fuck, nat!” you choke out in return, your fingers curling over her shoulder as your mouth falls open in pleasure. given that only about half her shaft has slipped in, it’s not quite the stretch you need yet, but with how unexpectedly the sensation washes over you, you can’t keep your head from falling to the crook of her neck, too distracted to notice her italian until you hear her chuckling nervously: “shit,” nat rasps, cupping your cheeks so you’re face to face again, your lips mere inches apart from her smiling mouth. she tilts your head, eyes tracking the movement, and murmurs: “you feel so good.”
“yeah?” you cock your head in her hand, holding eye contact as you slowly begin to lower your weight. you can watch nat’s eyes grow heavy in real time, her jaw going slack with every inch of her dick you manage to take.
“o-oh-“ she groans, hands falling to your hips to guide you further down, until all of her throbbing length is buried to the hilt. you can feel it twitching, the muscles in her thighs tense now that you’re letting your full weight rest on top of them. “dio, shit, yeah-” smiling down at that, you clench your walls around her cock, pleased to feel another small spurt of precum shooting from nat’s slit in response, dripping out around her and into the sheets. “fuck, non smettere…” and whatever that means, her fingers curl around your hips to encourage you to rise up to your knees, then drop back onto her cock, which has nat hissing through her teeth over the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“fuck, yeah, like that.” seemingly unaware that she’s switched to italian, nat nods her head when you roll your hips into her, eyes at first only fixed on where your folds have parted around her shaft, before she eventually starts kissing up your sternum, mumbling a mix of languages as she goes: “sei bellissima,” she rasps, then, “so so beautiful,” as her lips wrap around your nipple and suck, all while you still move in her lap. “vieni qui.” nat’s palms run up your back, flat, pulling you closer in, even as you ride her faster, harder, and the headboard of your bed slams into the wall while your spine arches under her hands.
“touch me,” you plead, your clit aching with the lack of stimulation it’s currently receiving. “touch me, nat, please, you-“
nat obeys and drops one of her hands from your shoulder blades, but also lets your erect nipple slip from her lips and, instead, begins covering the side of your neck in kisses, her next moan muffled as she lets two of her fingers fall between your thighs. “holy shit,” she pants, locating your swollen clit with ease to rub it it clockwise circles. “non sai cosa mi fai…”
your head spins at the sound of nat’s voice, and your clit pulses under the pad of her fingers, the walls of your cunt still squeezing her cock, and, despite the constant switching between languages, she’s surprisingly coherent still. as if on cue, she leans back again, gaze cast downward to watch how her fingers glide over your clit. “così…” nat mumbles, more to herself. “sì.”
| synopsis – when you get desperate, shauna doesn't have time for your needs, deal with it yourself.
| content warnings – nsfw, mdni, use of "brat" "bunny", boot riding, foul language, sorta rough sex, praise/ degradation, dry humping, mention of impact play, finger sucking
smut below the cut!
shauna's cruel, that's a given. but oh, does she melt you. like dry ice on skin, it burns so cold, you love it. she may be distant, rigid, and angry. so what? who doesn't love a girl who might treat you like vermin, just to kiss you so hard you need more?
that push and pull is enough to keep you around, more than enough, really. surprisingly, after a few weeks of her reluctant behavior, shauna doesn't brush you off anymore, allows you to linger and sit by her side, following like a puppy to a wolf. doesn't mean she's paying you the most attention.
but you're satisfied as long as she's around.
shauna would be sitting around her little butchery, tweaking the hilt of her knife for the third time today. boredom is too bothersome, but she'd rather not do errands. you, ever the loyal girl, are running them instead. laundry and mending, easy enough, but better with company. hers, preferably.
you already knew where to find her, she isn't too hard to track down when she doesn't care about being found. plopping down just a foot or so from her, keeping a comfortable distance, you quietly work alongside her, mending a few tattered shirts the group would rather not lose.
she doesn't glance over, and that's more than fine. but goddamn, is it hard not to get distracted with her so close by and unable to do much other than stare.
your gaze rolls over her, her hands holding her knife with a certain rigidity, her elbows resting on her knees, legs spread while she works aimlessly. there's something so alluring by her effortless confidence, the kind that preys on others, cold and cruel, that makes you want to latch on. to make that kind of ego happy, not even, just to please.
"shauna," you murmur, tilting your head at her to hopefully butter her up, lowering the shirt in your hands to your lap. she hardly shoots you a glare, but you know she heard. "y’know... it's just us, maybe we can have some fun?"
you barely catch the way her hands falter, stilled at how bold it is to ask something like that out of the blue. then, her gaze meets your, a smile growing on her lips, out of a weird amusement, or her way of toying with you, you can't describe. "that's it, that's why you're over here?" she scoffs, "you're not blind, you can see i'm busy."
rolling your eyes, you set your things to the side. "shauna, cmon, it'll be quick." scooting closer, you put a hand on her shoulder, nudging her gently. "don't push it, brat," she glares at you, a frown on her lips. "please? there's no one around and i miss you, we won't get caught, nothing."
shauna tilts her head at you, a twitch in her lip that could be a scowl or grin. "yeah, you need it that bad, can't even wait for me to deal with you myself?" her eyes narrow when you don't back down from it, letting out a puff through her nose. "fine,”she growls, "on the floor."
though it may be confusing, you do as she says. at least she's giving you something. your things are tossed to the side. sitting on your knees right in front of her, hands resting on your knees. you watch her eye you up and down, pleased that she can get you like this, the stroke it gives her ego.
she flicks her knife into one hand, the other pinching your chin. "you know what to do, bunny."
that name, ugh, that name. bunny isn't as sweet it may sound, just that she thinks you want her more than a bunny in heat. your gaze falls from hers, met with the sight of her foot kicked up by her heel, inched closer to you on the ground. "wha-“ "don't complain, don't be dumb. ride my fucking shoe, or nothing, bunny."
oh, okay damn. looking down at her boot pointed up to you, you slowly inch forward. the toe of her boot meets the seam of your shorts, gently nudged between your lips after a bit of readjusting.
shauna lets go of your chin as you cant forward, tangling her fingers in your hair. "there ya go, you look cute when you're told what to do." your press down onto her toe, your eyes fluttering shut as her boot runs over your clit, a hushed sting over the skin through a few layers of clothing. her grip in your hair tightens, pulling your face up to look up, "fine, don't look at me," she shoves your head down, watching you gasp.
it's so much better than you thought it'd be, even if you're straining to get a better feel of her, "wait- but i," you whimper, cut off by her pushing her foot up. "what was that? yes that pretty voice, bunny."
your forehead presses to her knee, panting softly. your thighs ache from being spread so tight, the stretch being a bit too much to not feel painfully good. "please, shauna- feels s' good, t-tell me i'm good."
shauna shakes her head, still trying to tighten the hilt cover of her knife, the most effort she's putting in being keeping her foot propped up. "you gotta ask a lot nicer than that."
labored little puffs escape your mouth, gripping her calves like a lifeline, anything to keep yourself up, even as she gives you so little to work with. "shauna..." you plead, your voice only a ragged whisper, "i-i did everything you asked, i'm being good, yeah?"
she cocks her head at you, barely glancing up from her occupied hands. the look in her eyes urges you to think again in a way that makes you almost look stupid, a silent 'oh yeah?' to your supposed attitude. "that right?"
"m-mhm, i..." you whine, only to shut up when you realize that this is part of her game: making you admit you're a brat in her eyes without saying anything out loud.
"that's it," she'd purr, the condescending lilt in her tone sending a shiver down your belly, aching in your cunt, "that isn't so hard, now is it, bunny?" she's testing you, wanting to see if you'll listen without having to be told to, if you're really hers.
instead any kind of verbal response, you just let out a squeak and nod, panting softly. the strain in the cord of your thighs from keeping yourself spread open for her and the pathetic way you get off on her-literally- folds into a sensation too much to handle.
shauna watches you, catching each little gasp that escapes that pretty mouth, how your hips jolt forward every few seconds, or how tightly strung up you are. "aw," she coos, too lofty to let you rest, "are you seriously gonna cum? you're telling me you can't even hold out. it's my fucking shoe. god, you're pretty pathetic for such a brat."
a whine escapes you, your lips grazing her shin, hunched over as you ride her a little gentler, trying to draw it out just like she told you to. "please..." you barely whisper.
the toe of her boot digs into your clothed clit, the smooth material slick with a thin sheen that's seeped from your panties. "well that's too damn bad, not yet, brat. you hold it in till i say so," shauna growls, grabbing your face, cheeks squished in her hand so hard you feel it in your teeth.
you nod, a shaking pout forced onto your lips, doing the best you can to give her a show without spilling over on accident.
sometimes her consequences are physical, but during the other, worser times, it's total deprivation. neither are wanted.
shauna watched you like a hawk, scrutinizing every little twitch of the crease in your brow or how you're so close, your breath has started climbing. "aww," she soothes, conceited, tapping your cheek and sliding her thumb past your lips, invading and pressing on your tongue, "you're lucky you're good at this. fine, cum all you want-"
that's all you need before nearly choking on her thumb as you cum, shutting even shauna up. your back stiffens, your eyes squeeze tight as the pit of heat fizzles out in your stomach, in turn soaking through your panties and shorts.
you sit in front of her, rubbed raw and your shoulders slumped from the exhaustion. "thanks for distracting me," shauna huffs, flicking your spit off of her hand and peeling her foot back from your crotch, almost admiring how worked up her presence gets you. she knows you're worth the trouble.
⤷ finally wrote part 2 to my Shauna boxer fic ໒꒰ྀི๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑꒱ྀིა Whoops it took me ages sorry !! Pt 1
⤷ cw : badly written smut .ᐟ .ᐟ Oral (r!receiving) .ᐟ .ᐟ Pet names (angel doll baby) .ᐟ .ᐟ Fingering (r!receiving) .ᐟ .ᐟ minors do not interact .ᐟ .ᐟ
You and Shauna text back and forth for the next two weeks, it’s just small little messages asking each other about your day or what you were doing. She’d mentioned that she had another big match coming up very soon, and you wished her the best with training and all. Shauna didn’t know if you were coming or not, and she didn’t want to invite you, a sweet angel like you doesn’t belong in such a grimy place.
The day of her match comes around, and you’ve just arrived at the arena where the match will be held, getting a ticket and finding a spot to sit. You send Shauna a little “good luck 💕” and turn off your phone.
Finally it’s time for the match to begin, and Shauna’s song starts playing. The announcer introduces her, and the crowd goes absolutely insane, you included. She walks up to the ring, her hair pulled back in a braid, wearing red boxer shorts and a white tank, her muscles on full display. Fuck, she looks so hot. Her opponent walks into the ring, and the fight begins.
Shauna is focused and strategic with her punches, the other woman is more about throwing punches at her. She looks so incredibly hot when she’s focused, her eyes locked in on her target and their next move.
Shauna’s opponent tries to hit her sides, but she’s quicker and moves out of the way and hits her with a punch to the side, knocking her down. It goes on for a while, and before you know it, Shauna is announced the winner. You stand along with the crowd cheering and jumping so loudly.
She finally notices you and shoots you a wink, and with that she’s gone. You make your way into the crowd and find her in the locker room.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to be here, doll. I could’ve gotten you a better seat.” She’s walking over to you, backing you into the lockers. You grin at her and wrap your arms around her neck.
"Well, I came, and congratulations on your win, shipman." If it were any other person dragging you to a boxing match, you would’ve said no and left it at that, but you wanted to come for Shauna. So you set aside what you thought and showed up for her.
“Thank you, angel, but seriously if you feel uncomfortable coming and watching y-“ You shut her up with a kiss. Her lips were chapped but still felt nice, in contrast to your soft lips. She’s deepening the kiss, pushing you into the lockers. She pulls back, forehead resting on yours. “Fuck, Angel, you’re perfect.”
Her lips find your neck where she’s licking and sucking at the spot, you cover your moans with your hand. You are still in public, and anyone could walk in, but you can’t bring yourself to care at all. “Please, Shauna, I need it."
She drops down to her knees and pulls your dress up, revealing your lace pink panties you wore just for her. “All for me, baby?” She pulls them down, and you step out of them. Bunching them up, she puts them in her pocket.
She takes your clit into her mouth, sucking on the sensitive bundle, and your hand comes down to grip her hair, pulling her in closer. “F-fuck, Shauna," she hums, and the vibrations cause you to moan out again. She's licking up and down your aching cunt, her lips circling your wet hole.
“Shauna, fuck, fuck." She pulls back, looking at your face, twisted up in pleasure. “Look at you, baby, all that for me? "Fuck, Angel," she dives right back in, licking and sucking at your sensitive little bundle of nerves. She shoves two fingers into your pussy, trying to find that spot that’ll push you over the edge. Your grip on her hair tightens, and she hits a spot in you that has you damn near yelling.
“Shauna m’so close please don’t stop!” The movement of her fingers and the pressure on your clit from her tongue cause you to cum all over her face, she lets you ride it out. After a couple of minutes she comes back up, kissing you, moaning at the taste of you on her tongue.
“Be my girlfriend, please?” She’s looking into your eyes with nothing but love and adoration. Giggling at her confession, you give her your answer.
“Only if you take me out and buy me a new pair of panties.” She kisses you once more, feeling like she won all over again.
18+: smut; natasha has a penis, stepcest, handjob, blowjob, unprotected p in v sex, allusions to pervy behaviour
a/n: title from the song ‘burning desire’ by lana del rey - this is loosely based on a couple of requests!! - wc: 1.4k
With your attention on the television screen across from you, you didn’t notice Natasha’s fidgeting in her seat. Whilst you sat innocently beside her, your stepsister pondered the thoughts of you she often does - ones she shouldn’t have but cannot help.
How could she when you were so alluring?
The blanket draped over your lap did little to warm the upper half of your body and, to the redhead's pleasure, the form-fitting shirt that hugged your chest gave her ample view of pebbled nipples against the cold.
She glanced in your direction and noticed the delicious sight, licking her lips at just the imaginings of your taste; you could be so delicious on her tongue, a forbidden thing she aches to taste. She thinks of it often, prying you open to reveal each inch of ripened flesh, devouring each drop and morsel as though it were her last.
There’d been times she had come close to taking a ravenous bite, finding you just a breath away - so close she could take you in only a second. She’d admire any piece of skin you unknowingly revealed with an ache in her stomach and an inconvenient throbbing in her underwear.
On more than one occasion she’s almost given in to the desire; eyeing your sleeping form with your lips parted with even breaths, painfully tempted to peel away the layers keeping her from you until her tongue could trace each part of you it salivates at the thought of.
There’s only so much she can take though and, if the sounds she hears from her neighbouring bedroom are anything to go by, she knows you’re not as pristine as the facade you paint yourself with.
And it was just her luck to be sat right next to you when a less than savoury scene played out on the screen, vocal and explicit scenes and sounds making you shrink into your seat.
Just the way you shied away made her smirk, feeling her shorts tighten with the hardening dick that pushed against them. She could duck away into the bathroom and relieve herself to pictures of you on her phone or she could take what should be hers.
“What are y-“
Your words began at the hand that grabbed yours, sliding its way down your arm until her fingers locked with yours. You felt your skin litter with goosebumps at her touch just as it always does in fleeting moments. You let her guide your hand until it was encased in the heat of the blanket and pressed against her crotch, pushed so firmly against her that you could feel the distinct length that dared to twitch against your palm.
“Nat,” you breathed. Your skin was hot, and the back of your neck burned. You hate how much you want this - how long you’ve wanted it.
“You do something to me,” she rasped, squeezing at the hand she held so tightly. “You’re driving me insane honey, and god, I need you so bad.”
Her hips bucked upwards and the way you palmed at her made her even harder.
“You want this as bad as I do - I know you do,” she murmured, holding your gaze despite the way you wished you could look away.
You thought words would fail you and responded with actions instead, dipping your hand past the waistband of her shorts with rushed desperation until you could finally feel the hot and throbbing cock against your palm.
Pulling it from its restraints you could see it outside of your late-night musings, you could feel it; you groaned at the glorious sight. Precum leaked from the tip and you swiped your thumb across it, beginning slow pumps of your fist along her with your eyes trained on the view.
Your attention was drawn elsewhere, however, when a firm grip brought your face to hers and lips claimed your own with a heated fervour. You felt the vibration of her grunt into your mouth whilst your hand continued their movements between you; your belly swirled with your own arousal and your cunt throbbed with each time her nails dug into the side of your neck, clinging to you desperately with her approaching release.
When she pushed you away her cheeks were pink, lips swollen and pupils blown with lust. You’d never imagined the perfection of her ravenous hunger, the glint in her eye that was so controlling. It was rough, the way she grabbed at your hair to push you downwards, and you eagerly complied with her wordless request, lips wrapping around her cock just as she wanted.
The warmth of your mouth made her hips jerk wildly, hitting against the back of your throat in a thrust that made you gag.
“Fuck baby, so good.” she groaned out. “So, so good.”
Her head leaned back and her nails were no doubt leaving their imprint on your scalp whilst they instructed the bobbing of your head. Your hips tried to grind themselves against anything they could, begging to feed the need for friction against your pulsing sex; the small moan you failed to quell made her hiss through her teeth.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re just as good as I imagined,” she sighed out above you. “Perfect little mouth. You gonna swallow me all down, hm?”
Your tongue slid against her, feeling each ridge and vein. The pain of her clenched fist pulling at your hair flowed through you as pleasure and the mumble of your name as she came into your mouth was music to your ears.
Hot spurts of cum shot into your throat, filling your mouth with her seed until there was nothing left to gulp down. You pulled away with heaving breaths and a drop of white at the corner of your lips that she couldn’t help but lustfully admire - the tongue that licked it away just urged on her desire to have you in every way possible.
“Lie down,” she spoke, clambering onto you as soon as you did as she commanded, pulling the clothes from your body as quickly as she could and eyeing each centimetre of supple skin.
She made a note to admire you sufficiently later but right now she needed to feel you around her, to taste your lips again with the remnants of her flavour on your tongue.
Her cock sank into you easily, pushing into your soaked cunt; the heat of you surrounded her and she could hardly contain her excitement. No matter how much she wished to savour the moment, she couldn’t help but begin a rough pace, fucking into you with primal abandon.
“So fuckin’ soaked,” she groaned against you, sinking her teeth into your jaw and biting down. She didn’t care where her teeth landed, where her sloppy kisses lay, her head was fuzzy and spinning in a fogged daze you'd enticed.
“God, Nat,” you moaned, stretched around the thickness of her shaft, aimlessly grabbing at her back with streaks of pink left behind. Her skin was hot beneath her shirt, growing sticky with sweat and her pace wasn’t letting up.
You clenched around her. She could feel it. She couldn’t get enough.
You practically cried out at the thumb that rubbed at your swollen clit, back arching at the pleasure.
“C’mon, baby,” she uttered against you, her breath was hot and laboured on your cheek. “C’mon, baby, cum for me - I wanna see you cum.”
Every move she made was sloppy, lacking the intent and precision she wanted to provide you with but you make her crazy just as she said. You’re some kind of drug that makes her mind act up in ways she never thought possible.
With the way she pumped her cock deep into your pussy and the way she circled your clit it took little to pull you over the edge. You came around her with a loud moan of ecstasy, clawing at her back with panting breaths. Your body shook with waves of pleasure as she pulled out and left you empty but you watched with your chest rising and falling as she stroked at her erect cock.
Natasha peered down at you as she came again, painting your torso with drops of her cum until she was milked of all she could give.
“Meet me in the shower?” she whispered against your lips. “I wanna taste this perfect pussy.”
Idk if you’ve written anything like this so my apologies if you have but imagine pussy drunk lottie who is so fixated on your pussy you need to tell her to slow down and even sometimes physically pull her away from you when she’s eating you out because she gets so caught up she’ll forget to breathe (maybe even gp lottie who gets so caught up she always ends up coming inside or coming untouched while playing with your pussy)
» lottie matthews x fem!reader.
— warnings: s3 lottie doing s3 lottie things. nsfw content. mdni. semi public-/outdoor sex. oral sex (r!receiving). anyone else love these scenarios, but specifically when it’s s3 lottie doing it in the name of ‘it’…? just me?? ok!! 😁
lottie who takes you away from the village and out into the woods, like she does with akilah & travis, except with you, she does it to eat you out for hours on end. once you feel her approach while you’re busy with one of your chores around the clearing, you already know it’s better to excuse yourself and selfishly let someone else take over, so that the laundry (for example ) will still get done. just not by you, because you’ve got much more important matters to attend to.
lottie who gets so pussy drunk every single time!! it’s not even that she plans on keeping you out there for long, or consciously chooses to fuck you through so many orgasms in a row that you lose all coherence and the sun starts setting behind the mountains in the distance, it’s just that once she’s got you on your back, laid out on a patch of moss beneath the nice shade of a tree, she can no longer help herself.
also lottie who’s just such a messy eater, generally speaking. you don’t know if she knows what she’s doing half the time, spreading your legs & pushing them towards your chest by the back of your knees to then bury her face between them, licking and sucking and lapping up every last drop of your arousal to save it from soaking into the ground, but it’s so good. by the time she’s done with you, her fingers have gone pruney whether she actually used them inside or not, and her face is stained from her chin all the way up to her fucking forehead, the scent of your pussy still clinging to her when you two get back to the village, even after she’s tried scrubbing it off in the lake (not that lottie minds: most of the other girls already know what you get up to out there, and besides, even if they didn’t, she’d like everyone to know just how hard you work to please it).
anyway, messy or not, lottie who’s fucking good with her mouth. you have no idea if she’s ever had much experience before the crash (those weren’t the type of questions that you thought to ask after the plane went down) or if it is just her urge to please the wilderness whenever she gets down on her knees for you, but either way, it works, and lottie can easily coax orgasm after orgasm out of you: her tongue seems to be everywhere all at once, lapping up your wetness straight from your hole, flicking against your clit, circling it and closing her lips around it to suck, then dipping lower all over again, eating you out so messily her tongue will sometimes slip a little too low.
there’s a thick patch of moss upon which lottie has laid you down this time, near the lake, and you’re clutching at it for dear life with your legs spread open and lottie between them. her fingers, delicate as they are, dig deep into the flesh of your thighs, her grip nearly as tight as yours on the mossy ground, like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she doesn’t hold onto you while she eats you out like a woman starved.
over the obscene slurps of where she’s working her tongue through your folds in broad strokes and the noises you’re making, there are her own moans, too, reverberating through your cunt as lottie moves her head side to side.
once again, you have no idea how she’s doing this, how she’s that good, because fuck, there’s no way what she’s claiming about this being for ‘it’ is actually true, is there? there’s no way ‘it’ knows how to give head like that!! somehow, though, lottie’s an absolute natural, and you don’t even care if they can hear your moans all the way back in the village. even though she made sure to lead you far away from the huts, you’re still coherent enough to be aware of how your cries echo through the surrounding forest.
with a groan, you lift your head to meet lottie’s gaze, barely visible with the lower half of her face buried between your thighs and her hair falling into her eyes, obscuring the view. the eye contact barely lasts more than a second before your head drops back against the ground again, anyway, your back arching as she sticks her tongue out and pushes it deeper inside, the walls of your cunt clamping around the wet warmth. “l-lottie!” you gasp, earning a muffled hum and a gentle pinch to your thigh in return as she pulls back to circle the tip of her tongue around your swollen, spit-slick clit. it pulses and throbs beneath lottie’s ministrations, another rush of slick spilling out of you and soaking into the moss under your ass. she gives you a few more of those licks, then she flattens her tongue against you again, dragging it over the full length of your cunt and drinking down your arousal with such abandon that it trails down her chin and her throat, until all you can do is cry out her name over and over, fingers twisting into the moss.
the climax sneaks up on you. it’s by far not the first one lottie has coaxed out of you, and you have a feeling that it won’t be the last, either, but one second you’re panting on the forest floor, and the next all your muscles go rigid, your back arching clean off the ground as you desperately grind yourself against her mouth to ride it out. your body spasms through the pleasure, thighs trembling around her head, yet lottie shows no signs of stopping, her tongue working you through the aftershocks until there’s no longer any way to tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins, or whether the pleasure is ever going to end at all.
hihi !! I’m a pretty new follower, but could I be 🫎 anon please? I would DIE for a quick blurb for gp!lottie x fem reader? With r!receiving praise too maybe if ur comfy writing that? 🤤🤤🤤 I just KNOW she’s a desperate ass sub-top 🤤🤤🤤 tysm again!!
10-4, no switching sides — lottie matthews x reader
authors note: ofc you can be 🫎anon!! short blurb for da freaks obsessed with sub tops (its me, im freaks.)
summary: lottie and you finally find a position that makes you take all of her
word count: 458 words
song playing: LOYALTY. by kendrick lamar and rihanna
YOUR MIND SPINS AS THE LOUD SOUND OF SKIN SLAPPING AGAINST SKIN ECHOES AROUND THE BEDROOM. your knees ache on the mattress, hips twitching as they desperately try to stay up, face smushed into the pillow under you.
“oh fuck—“ you hear lottie moan loudly behind you, her hands holding your waist so hard it’s bound to leave marks, “you feel so good love.”
lotties almost animalistic in the way she fucks you. the way she drills her big dick so hard and deep inside you, like she’s trying to mold your body to fit her perfectly. which in a sense she is, given she can barely fit half of her length in you before your cunt clenches tight enough that she can’t push further.
that was until today. when you brought up trying this new position, lottie was a bit suspicious but nodded along.
but this new position was so fucking good. your body was able to take more of her, to the point where she was hitting the entrance to your cervix.
your hole already aches, filled with yours and lotties cum. you’ve finished so many times, you can’t even recall the exact number. or even an estimate. and despite the sweat and fatigue consuming you two, lottie wont stop anytime soon.
your moans are hoarse and muffled, drool freely escaping your lips. your eyes felt heavy, but with every thrust that made lotties tip rub against your cervix, your eyes would jerk back wide.
you feel one of lotties arms move up to your neck, putting you in a slight headlock. just enough pressure to lift your upper body so her mouth was near your ear.
“am i doing good love?” she whisper asks in your ear, breath heavy as she places a small kiss on the back of your neck. “is my dick making you feel good?”
you moan again, nodding dumbly. you stutter out your answer, the words coming out quietly and slowly as they are interrupted with your moans and whines, “so good!”
lottie lets out a breathy chuckle, and kisses the back of your neck as her thrusts grow harsher. she pushes your head gently back down to be buried in the pillow, just to go back to gripping your waist tightly.
you shiver as you feel lotties cock twitch inside of you before cumming, the thick liquid already creating a ring around her cock and dripping down your hole from how filled you are.
but lottie doesn’t stop. she continues snapping her hips against yours, ready for another round.
and as you lay there, dumb on her cock, you’re grateful you have no plans for tomorrow, knowing you'll need the full day to recover from the brutal fucking happening tonight.
