lottie matthews x reader: i want you to notice when i’m not around (1k followers special)
tags: noncon/dubious consent, lottie has a dick, pervy/pathetic lottie, top lottie, jerking off into panties, anal play, somnophilia, blowjob, humping, penis in vagina sex, reader has a pussy, MANY talks of breeding, lots and lots of cursing, LOTTIE’S A MEGA HORNDOG IN THIS MY FUCKING GOD
quick authors note: this is my gift to you all for supporting me from the polls 🫶🫶🫶i hope everyone who was hyped for this fic enjoys this horny bunch of words ive created. but i know a lot of us love horny lottie so i wanted to truly spoil you all with multiple horny lottie scenes for this special fic that reached 7000 WORDS. MWAH MWAH
Lottie can’t determine if her college experience has been a drag. She wasn’t exactly irrelevant at Wisayok High School, but she was also far from immensely popular. She could never compare to the status that Jackie held, but she’s no social reject by default like Misty Quigley. Lottie is just herself, and that’s somehow harder than being assigned a social category.
On one hand, the decrease of cliquey behavior in college is supposed to invite students to make friends more easily and feel more welcome. However, Lottie does not know where she belongs. "Belonging" was such a vague word. How would someone even define “belonging”? How can someone identify if they belong somewhere or not? What if they’re overly pessimistic, or if their optimism is blinding them to the truth? Lottie can dig into these questions later. For now, she remains content by observing you from afar.
Lottie doesn’t know why she finds you fascinating. She can’t decide why her brain decided to fixate on you of all people. Yet, a day without looking at you was a day not worth living for her.
Lottie was bummed that she didn’t share most of her classes with you. To be more specific, she did not share a single class with you. That really demotivated her from attending classes, even though she promised she would give herself a reason to attend college besides her roommate, whom she barely speaks to. But Lottie could tell her education wasn’t her top priority now. Screw college. She bets you could teach her way more than any professor ever could.
You arrive back at your dorm from a night out. Lottie immediately directs her eyes to you and gives a shy wave. If she were courageous, she would pounce on you and beg you to let her have a chance. But subtlety is the name of the game, and Lottie’s sure you’ll never return her feelings if she doesn’t take the slow-burn route. The slow burn route may seem excruciatingly painful at the beginning. However, it’ll hurt less than being rejected outright from the start. You’d think it would be the opposite way around, but Lottie’s plan only makes sense to herself.
“Hey,” Lottie says shyly. “Um, how was… How was the night out?”
“It was fine,” you respond nonchalantly. “Went to go eat at a diner with a couple of buddies. We always seem to have the best time when we’re eating something. I think the food makes us more relaxed or helps us unwind.”
“We all have those things that help us unwind,” Lottie reflects. “Some of us have people that help us unwind rather than objects. Everyone…has their own way to unwind, healthy or not.”
You don’t speak for a second. You didn’t expect Lottie’s reply to get so philosophical. It didn’t creep you out; it just stunned you.
“I…wow. I mean, I haven’t really put much thought into—“
“My bad,” Lottie apologizes, looking at the ground sheepishly. “I—I didn’t mean to try to get deep. I-I just wanted to…contribute to the c-conversation. Y-Yeah…”
“Don’t worry, Lot. Your contribution is appreciated.”
“O-Okay, cool. I’m sorry if I weirded you out, Y/N. I promise it wasn’t—“
“It’s fine, Lot,” you interrupt, turning on your side in your dorm bed. “I just need a little nap right now. The bus dropped me off kind of far, and the walk home was the least fun part of the gathering. Need to rest and have my strength for tomorrow.”
Lottie already witnesses you shutting your eyes, so she doesn’t try to push the conversation further. She just watches, a grin on her lips as you slowly fall into serenity.
It never took you long to fall asleep. Less than an hour or even 30 minutes later, you were out like a light. How did Lottie know? She always observed you until your body became unconscious. Lottie tested whether you were faking or not fully in an unconscious state by poking you or talking loudly to herself. Once she was certain you wouldn’t wake up for a while, she could get more comfortable.
Fuck, she hated herself for this. Why couldn’t she be normal about her crush? Why couldn’t her crush be innocent, like a schoolyard one where flowers are picked from the recess field and handed to the lucky kid? Why didn’t Lottie have a better grip on her lust? Was she at fault, or was she blaming her lust, or did she truly have an inability to control her feelings once she assumed she had privacy?
This obsession doesn’t come with an absence of guilt. Lottie loathed herself so much for her lechery that she wished she could be faithful to a religious text and gouge her eyes out. If her eyes caused her to sin, the moral thing to do would be to remove them. But of course Lottie didn’t possess the courage to commit to a horrific act, not more horrific than emptying her balls into someone’s underwear, though.
Lottie slowly opens the drawer by your bed, hoping she doesn’t create too much noise. She fishes out a pair of underwear that’s neatly folded in there and brings them to her nostrils. She sniffs, inhaling hard while she cups her bulge.
“Fuuuuck,” Lottie whines. “I wish you could see how much I want you. Fuck, if you would notice, I’d be—ungh—fucking that pussy every night, keeping my cock nice and warm inside it. Fuck, what are you doing to me?”
She slides her blue shorts down and kicks them off her ankles. Even when her boxers aren’t off, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to guess that Lottie’s aroused. Her thick cock is throbbing through her clothing, aching to be freed and inside of a snug pussy or slippery asshole. Lottie might be able to get off just from palming her cock through her undergarments. Hell, she may regret the orgasm less if she can’t see her cock directly.
Who is she fooling? Even if her cock's swinging out in plain view, she'll prioritize her libido over respecting boundaries. If she spends her time respecting boundaries and constantly pondering over what you're comfortable with, she'll never get close to you.
Lottie wanders over to your sleeping body and hovers over you.
“Y- You’ll forgive me, right? I’m not doing it to be bad. Just wanna cum inside, just wanna cum till your tummy’s all inflated.”
Lottie’s losing all sense of control, going on some crazy monologue as she fucks your undergarments.
“You know, sometimes I watch you while you’re in the shower. Okay, almost all the time. Fuck, but your gorgeous ass and that pretty stomach...how do you expect me not to look? How do you expect me not to jerk off? If I REALLY didn’t care about getting caught, I’d cum all over your naked body. I’d spurt my cum all over you until your body was painted with my white cream, fuuuuck!”
Normally, Lottie’s stamina was acceptable. If she was stroking her cock to some random models in a magazine or a porn video, she could probably last for thirty minutes. When it came to you? The urge to cum took over any composure. She can’t remember the last time she lasted more than ten minutes while jerking off to thoughts of you.
“I don’t even have to insert it inside,” Lottie gasps. “If I can rub my tip against your clit, just making it touch…fuck, that would be enough. I’d cum all over that pretty pussy. Jesus Christ, look what you’re doing to me. You’re fucking ruining me.”
Lottie stifles a squeaky moan when she hears you toss and turn. She stops stroking herself temporarily, assessing whether she can go back to jerking or if she should hurry to put her clothes on.
“Don’t wake up yet,” Lottie begs. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Just stay asleep so I don’t have to fight you off. Just keep dreaming, baby. Keep dreaming while I—ugh—cum in these pretty panties.”
Lottie’s high-pitched whines fill the dorm room, and her hand trembles as she thrusts her hips shakily. A long rope of cum shoots into your undergarments, filling them with sticky release. Lottie pants, grunting and whimpering as spurt after spurt coats those panties. She grips them tightly, bucking into your underwear until it’s been ruined with her gooey fluid.
“Yes, fuck,” Lottie gasps. That’s so good. That’s so fucking good. I wish it was inside your pussy. I wish I could cum inside of your pussy. I don’t want to resort to your fucking clothes. It needs to be your cunt next time. It has to be.”
Lottie brings your underwear to her face again and huffs. Her musky scent mixed in with your average aroma almost makes her hard again. Knowing that this piece of clothing has touched your pussy drives her into a frenzy. Lottie could exchange her organs for a week where she could live as one of your clothes, having nonstop contact with your skin almost every hour of the day.
But Lottie’s not a proud pervert. There isn’t a nut without remorse. She sinks to her knees and begins to sob. She hates that she’s so fucking horny. Lottie’s lost all her hobbies besides masturbating and playing with her cock to her imagination. She’s gooned out and slipping behind in her class assignments. Her professors probably detest her for turning in work late. Too bad there’s no other classmate she has that she desires a connection with.
Lottie’s professor gestures to the board. “So, we have symbolic interactionism and functionalism. We went over these terms yesterday, but can anyone define what either of these means?”
In the entire lecture hall, only four students raise their hands. One of them is already a consistent participant that the professor refuses to call on.
“Akilah,” the professor says. “I understand you’re very eager, but let’s give someone else a chance. Let’s see… Who haven’t I heard from in a while?”
Lottie’s sitting in the back row, half asleep. Even though she’s sitting so far away, the professor still directs his eyes to Lottie’s face. He notices that Lottie hasn’t participated since the second day of class and cold calls her.
“Lottie,” he says, clearing his throat. “Can you define either of these terms for us? It can be functionalism or symbolic interactionism, or both if you’d be so kind.”
“As per usual,” the professor grumbles. “I hope you know that participation is a big part of your grade in this class. So, do expect this to factor into your overall GPA.”
“Who fucking cares?” Lottie mutters.
She understands she’s not a superb student. But what good came from calling her out in the middle of class, aside from an ego boost for the professor? He might as well have blurted out to the class that Lottie’s grade is a D+.
When class ends, Lottie rushes into the bathroom and shuts a stall door behind her. She pulls her pink skirt down and shoves her hand into her light purple underwear. Lottie runs her fingers along the veins of her cock, teasing the foreskin and closing her eyes in ecstasy.
“Fuck, fuck,” Lottie moans, pumping fast. “Oh my god, fuck. Fuck, I wanna cum so bad. I wanna cum for you so bad, baby.”
Lottie listens for footsteps entering the girls' bathroom. However, she can’t hear anything but the sound of her own voice. So, she continues jerking off desperately, thrusting her cock in her palm and already missing the smell of your dirty panties.
“Gonna nut again,” Lottie announces. “Oh my god, it’s barely been two minutes and I’m gonna fucking cum again. Fuck, I love cumming for you. I love stroking my big cock for you, Y/N. I want to cum all over that face of yours. I want to hold your head in place while you swallow my jizz, ugh!”
Lottie lifts her legs up and tugs her underwear down too. She spits on one of her fingers and circles it around her ass. She keeps stroking her cock, but she prepares to penetrate her tight asshole using her digit. Lottie pushes at her entrance, waiting to see if she can stuff her whole finger in. To her surprise, despite her little experience with anal, Lottie’s able to pound herself with more than just the nail.
“Holy shit,” Lottie pants, slipping her finger inside. “Fuck, wow, this is even better than jerking off normally. Agh, f-feels so good, oh my god.”
Lottie’s got to experiment with anal more often. She usually finds it too submissive, and if Lottie’s going to engage in intercourse with you, she refuses to be anywhere but on top, even if she’s pathetic about it. Still, it doesn’t hurt to have a toe-curling moment playing with her puckering hole in private. Not completely in private, since she’s stuck in the school bathrooms. But it’s better to fool around in one of the stalls as opposed to by the open sinks.
One way or another, Lottie’s going to get you in her bed. She’ll convince you that no other guy or girl could satisfy you like Lottie can. She’ll keep your every potential suitor at a distance. Lottie will scare off all possible love interests until nobody else dares to approach you. If she had to assume the role of the creepy roommate, she’d play the part. If she can’t take you while you’re awake, she’ll be a goddamn coward and breed you full while you’re sleeping. Any method she had to resort to will do. Her desperation is chipping away at more of her rational thinking by the moment.
“I—I’m so fucking gross,” Lottie whines. “God, getting off to you when you don’t want it makes my cock so hard. Fuck, I can’t help it. Peeping when you can’t notice makes me want to cum all over. Using you is so sexy. The thought of it—fuck—even if it’s so wrong.”
It’s just the thoughts now, right? Surely thought crime can’t exist. Lottie’s not jerking herself directly into your underwear. It’s still kind of degenerate of her to masturbate in a semi-public area. But she can’t wait until she goes back to the dorm room. She needs to splatter cum all over now. Her self-awareness doesn’t excuse her actions. Her self-awareness of her depravity doesn’t suddenly make her a saint.
What’s the point of repeating how abominable she is if she can’t control her cock? It doesn’t fix her behavior. It doesn’t change the fact that she spilled her load in someone’s panties without permission. And it doesn’t mean Lottie’s going to stop her perverted antics. If anything, they’ll evolve.
“If I can’t get you while you’re awake,” Lottie mumbles. “It’ll be when you’re sleeping. Whenever I can. I can’t wait any longer, fuuuck!”
Lottie fingers her asshole faster, curling her fingers and quickly finding her g-spot. She arches her body off of the toilet seat, her legs vibrating.
“I want you to see how hard you make me cum. I want you to see how much of a mess I become for you.”
Lottie forces a second finger into her asshole, pumping and stretching herself out. Being stuffed full leaves her cock drooling, hanging, and ready to erupt. Her vision’s eager to fade to black, and the pacing of her finger’s thrusts grows more inconsistent as her pleasure skyrockets.
“Please, baby, please. Let me show you how good I can make you feel. Please, let me be your fucking pervert. YOUR dirty pervert that fills you with loads and creampies, please fuck!”
Then, Lottie’s inhibitions run loose. She paints the walls of the bathroom stall with her white essence. She moans wildly, ignoring the possibility of someone entering the bathroom. Her gasps are strong and full of passion. Every rope of Lottie’s cum splatters and coats the walls, giving them a new color that matches eggshells. She cups her balls, squeezing them and coaxing out every drop of cum she can get.
“Ungh, fuck, fucking hell,” Lottie whines, heaving as her cock convulses. “Fuck, oh my god, shit. I—I made a fucking mess. Oh my god, the stalls…shit.”
Lottie roughly pulls her finger out of her used asshole. She’s shocked for all of five seconds. But a pervert’s boner never sleeps. If anything, this event has inspired Lottie to take a more courageous next step in her plan. As if fucking your panties weren’t enough, Lottie needed actual contact with you. She needed to be on top of you, straddling you and slapping her dick against your face or pushing every inch into your uninviting cunt. Lord, there were plans to be made. Though, Lottie had to wipe her gooey residue off the stall first.
Lottie grabs a handful of toilet paper and starts cleaning the walls. She hasn’t even tucked her dick back into her pants, and she can already tell one orgasm won’t calm the beast. Her cock’s not fully soft, and any daydreams regarding you aren’t prepared to exit her mind. She’s in no state to give up. The post-nut clarity isn’t supplying her with enough guilt. Lottie’s fallen too deep into the pit of hunger, and no one is coming with a ladder to help her climb out of it. There is no temptation that’s ever been harder for her to fight than her naive dormmate.
The next time slumber locates you, Lottie springs into action. She doesn’t wait a week later. She doesn’t bother waiting until her plan is proper and foolproof. Lottie doesn’t halt her mischievous conduct and ponder if fulfilling her hankering was worth ruining a relationship. She reaches peak selfishness, one that would rival a tyrant’s.
Lottie crawls on top of your unconscious body. She nudges her swollen tip against your shut lips. Lottie pushes forward, trying to force her cock inside. She’s unsure whether she should begin slow and then adjust depending on how your body reacts, or if she should face-fuck you brutally so that she can cum rapidly before you have a chance to completely wake up.
Lottie whimpers. She doesn’t want to think right now. She’s supposed to be doing the opposite of thinking. Her cock’s supposed to meet your tongue, and the rest figures itself out. Why does she have to plan out so much sex you’re not even consenting to?
Lottie forces the head into your warm mouth, and she immediately feels like creaming. She predicted this, but the sensation was ten times hotter than any underwear you’ve worn. Lottie shouldn’t have waited so long. If she was going to act like a sicko, she should go all the way. Fuck, it’s her fault. You’re the victim. She’s sorry you’re a temptation that’s impossible to resist. Is Lottie going to stop using your mouth like a free fleshlight? Hell no.
“Just open that mouth for me,” Lottie softly commands, despite knowing you can’t hear her. “Just let me in. I-It’ll be over sooner if you just let me fuck that pretty throat.”
Lottie sinks her flesh deeper into your mouth. Her length doesn’t quite hit the back of your throat just yet. However, she’s got at least half of her inches stuffed inside of your poor mouth. You were gonna think you acquired strep throat when you woke up with all that soreness.
“Fucking perfect,” Lottie groans, securing her hands around your neck. “Agh, take it. Take my fucking sweaty cock. See how much it drips for you, baby? It’s all yours.”
Lottie leans in to press a kiss to your nose.
“Are you feeling full in your dreams right now, angel? Do you feel like it’s harder to breathe than usual? Poor thing, probably assuming it’s just part of some nightmare. Fuck, I’m sorry that the nightmare’s right in front of you.”
Lottie’s debated buying sex dolls before. Pornographic magazines and advertisements from an X-rated store were an option. Covertly buying an erotic DVD or purchasing arousing reading material couldn’t be as mortifying as her previous actions.
Lottie grinds against your face like a horny pet humping its abstracted owner. Her fingers trail up to your scalp and almost dig. There are little red marks left on your neck from how firmly Lottie’s nails pressed.
“God yes,” Lottie mewled, dying to hear you splutter around her cock. “I don’t care if you gag. It’s okay, you can gag for me. That just makes my cock more slick. F-Fuck, you know how to make me cum when you’re barely doing anything, ungh!”
Lottie’s balls slap against your chin. Her cock sits fully inside of your mouth, and her tip pokes the back of your throat. Soon, your mouth will be overflowing with more than just hot, erect flesh. Lottie can’t last, but she’s no two-pump champ. She orgasms too fast, but her cock doesn’t go instantly soft after one measly climax.
With you, she’ll end up in the Guinness Book of World Records. They’ll create a new category for Lottie titled, ‘Most Orgasms Had In One Day.’ And when Lottie becomes famous for her sex pest behavior and she’s surrounded by crowds of people who are curious about her insatiable concupiscence, she’ll credit you as her inspiration.
Suddenly, when Lottie’s on the edge of another explosive climax, your eyes and hers pop open in unison.
Lottie’s hips cease their wiggling. After retrieving her long cock from your moist mouth, she stares at you with her big deer eyes. Ironically, this moment perfectly encapsulates what a deer caught in headlights would look like.
The sinner’s been caught by the unaware saint. The saint has too many options to pick from. You could scream as loud as you can, alerting someone from another dorm room or an RA. You could push Lottie off of the bed and sprint for a place that contains a lot of people. You could also interrogate Lottie and ask if she’s responsible for the white streaks in one of your undergarments. (She is, and you should mentally prepare for a stressful laundry day upcoming.)
Out of all the possible multiple-choice answers, you pick none of the above. You simply stare back at Lottie like she’s not the grossest individual on the planet. For a split second, Lottie’s relieved that you don’t seem to abhor her existence yet. You didn’t even beg Lottie to crawl away from you and go to sleep. Lottie’s struggling to determine if you’re too stunned to utter a word or if you secretly craved this predation. The delusional part of Lottie’s brain wants to lean towards the latter.
“L-Lottie,” you attempt to assemble a sentence. “W-Wha…what the…”
“Shhhh,” Lottie whispers, massaging your lips with her finger. “Please, just be quiet. I-It’s fine. This is all fine.”
How have you not thrown Lottie onto the floor by now?
“Please don’t scream,” Lottie pleads. “I-I don’t know what I’ll do if you scream. Don’t tell anyone. You can’t tell anyone. I-It’ll be just as embarrassing for the both of us. Please don’t tell.”
“W-Who…what… Who’s going to…?”
“You sound disoriented,” Lottie says, cradling you close. “Just look at me and breathe. Just go back to sleep. It’s fine. Go back to sleep. Keep dreaming.”
“L-Lot, why—“
“Are you scared of me?” Lottie asks, gazing into your groggy eyes. “I’m not like your other hookups, am I? But are your other hookups as obsessed as I am? Do they care about treating this body like I do?”
Hookups? The last time you had sex was some nerdy dude eating your cunt out in junior year of highschool. And that’s an experience you’d love to forget. The guy’s tongue felt like sandpaper, and his glasses kept falling off every time he’d turn his head. When you asked him to take his glasses off, which is a logical approach to take, he got offended and accused you of finding him grotesque because of his glasses. He did not use the word ‘ugly.’ He did in fact use the word ‘grotesque.’
“L-Lottie… are you serious? I-Is this a joke? First of all, I-I…”
Lottie shakes you hard.
“Were you waiting for me to introduce myself first? Were you never gonna give me a chance? Should I have been more patient? Do you like ignoring me? Why don’t you care?”
It’s too late at night to be bombarded with questions. The next day isn’t the weekend, and if you’re late to your morning class, the blame goes on Lottie. So has everything else.
After blinks of disbelief, you finally realize that Lottie’s throbbing shaft is pressed against your waist. You cry out a curse word and jump back, your head colliding with the headboard. Lottie grabs you by the wrists and pulls you back around her, trapping you in an intimidating embrace.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Lottie murmurs. “You weren’t supposed to know. But fuck, maybe if you paid attention to me, I wouldn’t have to do this.”
“Lottie, get off. Get off. W-We can talk; just get off. What are you even rambling about? Are you…are you sick?”
“I’m not sick in the fucking head!” Lottie tears your nightshirt. “Did you even realize what I was doing to you? Do you realize what my COCK was doing to you? Do you even care!? A-Are you gonna say something?”
Lottie snatches your torn shirt collar.
“Say something,” she whines. “Fuck, notice me. Pay attention to me. Keep looking at me. I-I can’t have you leaving.”
Your mild reactions are worsening Lottie’s fear of rejection. She’d actually prefer if you kicked her in the gut or punched her square in the face. If you’re hostile and violent with Lottie, at least you’re acknowledging her. You realize how fucked up her actions are, but then Lottie doesn’t feel invisible. Right now, it feels like you’re staring into space, looking straight past Lottie like she’s not in the same room as you.
Is this your coping mechanism? Do you believe the longer you pretend like Lottie’s not next to you, the faster she’ll give up on abysmally seducing you?
“You’re fucking weird,” you blurt out. “You’re so fucking weird. Fuck this. Fuck all of this. I-I need to go. Let me get up.”
“No.” Lottie slams you into her bed, her arms snaking around your underwear. “Y-You’re not even sleeping with pants on. Just for me, huh? Fuck, I’d normally see if I could cum inside of them and add them to a collection in the future. But now, I can just rip them off and fuck you!”
“Lottie, woah! S-Slow down. Holy shit, slow down! What the fuck!? Give me a second to breathe. I…fuck, this is a lot!”
“I’m tired of waiting,” Lottie hisses. “Having you as my roommate is a constant tease. Every fucking night, I’m forced to just not act on my urges. Cause that makes me a creep, right? Finding you attractive makes me a creep? I’m not allowed to find a sexy person attractive anymore!?”
“I-I never said any of that! L-Lot, stop putting words in my mouth. But fuck, you have to get off of me! You have to get off! This isn’t right! I barely know you! How do you want me to respond to this?”
“You barely know me because you’ve never given me the chance! You probably never noticed when I wasn’t in the room. You’re always hanging out late with your friends. It’s not fair. I didn’t even have a chance to get close to you before other people did! It’s cruel. It’s torture watching you get drunk and hang out with other people while I sit in this cold-ass room, alone and waiting for you.”
You’re not sure which part of Lottie’s demented rant you should deconstruct first.
“D-Drunk? I don’t drink, Lottie. Lottie, I have friends. I-I’m allowed to hang out with friends. If you wanted to get to know me better, why did you never ask? You wanted to get to know me better, so THIS is the first thing you do?”
Lottie rubs her veiny dick along your clothed pussy, yanking a reluctant moan out of you. Recognizing that Lottie doesn’t possess concrete answers, you try to squirm out from underneath her tall body. But her impressive reflexes catch on, and she has you pinned before you can repeat her name. She tenderly knees you in the crotch, massaging your protected cunt with her patch of skin.
“It’s asking for me,” Lottie declares. “It wants me. Your pussy needs me. You’re making my leg hot just from putting my knee there. Do you feel that?”
“F-Feel what?” You inquire blankly.
“That pressure,” Lottie rasps. “I know you feel it. Don’t lie. Don’t make me look like a creep. It’s everything I need. YOU’RE everything I need. So, d-don’t leave. Don’t tell anyone. Just be quiet and make this easy on me. Please, baby.”
When your struggle continues, Lottie threatens to destroy your underwear by harshly pulling the edges.
“L-Lottie, Lottie, stop. That’s my favorite pair, come on. Come on, please. Don’t do this. There’s no need, please.”
“Do you think I wanna hurt you?” Desperation is baked into Lottie’s response. “Do you think I just want to toss you around and hit you and beat you until you need crutches? Do you think that’s what I want?”
When you don’t reply, Lottie humps your weakening body again.
“Answer, fuck. Don’t play this game where you ignore me and pretend I don’t exist again. I’m tired of this game. You don’t have to be scared. I’m not d-doing this to be a jerk. I just need you, okay!? I really fucking need you.”
Your body’s being crushed by the tall brunette, and you understand that sending yourself to rest and attempting to sleep through Lottie’s perverted fantasy will help the time fly. But you didn’t ask for your body to be toyed with.
This shouldn’t be your first time. Your first time shouldn’t belong to a roommate who can’t keep her hands to herself. Your first time should have been with someone you developed a bond with over the course of half a year, an ideal person you could only select from an unrealistic rom-com. You deserved an individual who reaffirmed your hope in humanity, not someone who drains you of that hope and passion for romance.
Lottie’s sorry she’s not a romantic. But if she relied on being a romantic and delivering you boxes of flowers, her cock would be lonely and not functioning.
“Please relax. Please, just relax and stay still. Don’t make this hard for me. If you relax, maybe it’ll feel good for you too. Please, I need you so bad. My cock won’t fucking rest until it’s had a fill of your pussy. God, please, Y/N.”
Distracted by more of Lottie’s chatter, you fail to notice your underwear being tugged to your feet. Lottie’s strength doesn’t allow your body much movement or much opportunity to cross your legs.
Lottie devours your pussy with her shining eyes alone, as if she’s a teenage boy that never left puberty. Her triumphant gleam delivers shivers to your body. Lottie became so pornsick that she erased the likelihood of ever viewing a naked person up close. Lottie had already accepted that she’d live a life of involuntary celibacy, that she’d never investigate how slippery your cunt was or the way your tightness clutched her cock. Lottie’s fantasies didn’t have to remain fantasies anymore.
She could fuck too! And, best of all, she didn’t have to settle for a girl she had a minor attraction to. She didn’t have to pretend she was fucking you while rutting her dick into someone else. Lottie didn’t have to pretend that her feelings for you were average. Lottie wasn’t living in a world of pretend anymore. Her reality matched her sinful daydreams that kept her occupied in every college course, the ones that made professors suspect she was wasting money.
The main difference is you’re not quite as happy to be Lottie’s test subject. Though, you being an eager test subject in her experiment, featuring her kinks, wasn’t a requirement for Lottie to indulge in iniquity.
“That glistening pussy,” Lottie hums delightfully. “Are you ready to feel me inside you, baby? Am I your first? Am I the first person that’s ever came inside this sensitive cunt?”
“N-No, Lot… yes, yes, you are! I-I’m saying no as in—“
“Don’t fight me,” Lottie soothes, aiming for your entrance with her excited tip. “Fuck, don’t fight me. Let me enjoy this moment. Please don’t ruin this for me. I swear you’ll understand. You’ll understand how good sex can be once I fuck you. Fuck, give me a chance.”
Lottie swats your hand away from your mouth.
“D-Don’t bite your fingernails,” she says, offering a shallow thrust forward. “If I were hurting you, I’d tell you to fuck off and threaten to kill you and just be so, so bad. B-But, I don’t wanna. I’m not scary. I just want to make love to you. I just need to be inside you. Please, let me. Please.”
Is Lottie calling herself a gentle sadist? Is gentle sadism preferable? Lottie at least was formerly honest about being no better than the dirty old man on a street corner. She understood that she wasn’t owed absolution or respect. Only angels who cherish their partners like gold should be rewarded with sex. They earn sex through love and trust. They don’t force their way into intercourse. If their partner says no, they worship that answer and hold it above their head until the next answer is a definite yes. They don’t question and badger when their partner’s yes is iffy or if their no is unyielding. When Lottie looks above and asks for judgment, that’s when she’ll get her kick in the ribs.
Hey, she’ll crucify herself later. She’ll bury herself in a cave of blankets and release those self-pitying tears. It’s the apologetic pervert handbook.
“There it is,” Lottie repeats, inserting her entire cock inside. “There, fuck. Right there, baby. Fuck, fuck. I’m so fucking deep inside you. Holy shit!”
She doesn’t dive in inch by inch. Taking sweet time is not for amateurs, and Lottie’s as inept as it gets. Lottie starts pounding fiercely the moment she feels your pussy twitch, and a sharp cry leaves your mouth. Your discomfort is permission. The sensation of having you filled so thoroughly, no matter how painful it is on your end, is an incentive for Lottie to fuck you like an animal. Not a feral lion claiming its territory with aplomb, but a decaying mutt who’s been denied since she was born.
Lottie’s cock has your pussy gaping, stretching like it’s never stretched before. You’re more stuffed than your tummy after a hefty Thanksgiving dinner.
“Baby, baby! Fuck, stay just like that. Fuck, oh my god. You’re making me so fucking happy. Jesus Christ, this has to be the best day of my life. Oh my god, please. Keep clenching around me, my love!”
You bit down on your fist to censor your gasps, even while your streaming tears make it obvious you won’t adjust. Maybe you’d adjust if Lottie had patience. But all her patience flew out the window when her eyes landed on that dripping cunt between your legs.
“Let it out,” Lottie encourages, burying her head into your neck and suffocating you with rushed kisses. “You can scream for me. It’s okay. Fuck, scream for my cock, baby. Let it all go. If you have to scream, you can. I know my cock fucks you the best, angel. There’s no need to hide it from me, okay?”
You shake your head, but ‘no’ isn’t a sufficient answer anymore. Whether your response is a vocal yes/no or expressed through gesture and facial signals, Lottie’s cock won’t stop. She strives to be the lion that asserts ownership over your womb and fucks you with confidence that a supermodel can’t match. However, she’s only a dog in despair, a mutt that loses its breath if faced with an ounce of rejection towards its latest infatuation.
“You can take it,” Lottie promises. “Agh, god yes! Fuck, you can take it. Take all of me. Please, keep taking it. Fuck, your pussy swallows my cock so good.”
Lottie arches her eyebrow, gaining suspicion while still working her hips.
“Did you hook up with one of your friends? H-Hah, did you let someone else impregnate that cute cunt!? Agh, ungh, does it not b-belong to me anymore? Please, please don’t tell me you already gave it up! Please no!”
“I didn’t,” you bawl. “Lottie, I swear I didn’t! Please, slow down! Fuck, you’re too deep. Lottie, you’re churning me from the inside, shit!”
Lottie increases her pace, and her worries say goodbye temporarily.
“You’re fine, you’re fine. Fuck, you’re so good for me. Fuck, you knew I was coming, right? You knew your pussy was going to get filled soon, huh? That’s why you waited, yes! Yes, you fucking waited for me cause you needed my cock just as desperately as I need you!”
Lottie nuzzles against your collarbone.
“Tell me you love me, baby. Tell me how much you love me. Tell me how good I make you feel, okay? I’m not gonna stop, so just tell me how good I treat you.”
“L-Lottie, no. Lot, please stop. Fucks sake, just pull out. Please pull out before you cum. I-I can’t, I can’t deal with this. I literally have class tomorrow, Lot. Please…”
“Just say it,” Lottie speaks gently. “Just say it, okay? Say it for me. Say you love me. Say it, please. Just for me, baby. Nobody else is going to know. Just say it so you can make me happy.”
Screw making Lottie happy. You want to get an 8-hour rest tomorrow. How the hell are you supposed to arrive at class early when you’re processing your back getting blown out?
Fuck your classes. You better say farewell to college if Lottie puts a baby inside you. But she’s not THAT inconsiderate, right? Her thinking isn’t THAT far removed from your actions, right?
“Love you,” you mutter, hoping it’ll deter Lottie from popping her seed inside of your womb.
“Love you too,” Lottie babbles. “I love you more. I love fucking your pussy! I want to sneak into your bed and breed you every night! I want you to wake up in the morning with creampies. I—ungh—wanna watch them run down your leg while you try to walk to class. D-Do you wanna be stuffed for me, baby? Do you want to always have a reminder of my cock inside you? It can be the real thing or my cum!”
Anything to force Lottie to stop, anything to leave her satisfied and end your suffering without further delay.
“Y-Yeah, you want to help me be a daddy, baby? Do you want me to pump you full so I can be a daddy? You’ll let me become a daddy, right? I’m doing it cause I love you, cause I want this perfect pussy to milk my cock and get all that cum out.”
Lottie spreads open-mouthed smooches all over your tingly skin, sealing your fate as her official cumdump, her brand-new bed for planting her seed.
“Sweet one,” Lottie pants, her sweat gluing her bangs to her forehead. “I’m gonna cum so hard. Holy fuck, I didn’t think I could cum this hard. I adore your tightness. I love the way your body bounces and throbs while I fuck you.”
“L-Lottie,” you sob. “C-Can’t take this anymore. P-Please, I won’t be able to handle it if you cum inside. P-Please, I don’t want a baby. Please!”
Lottie ignores your wailing. “Fuck, want to experience this forever. I want to wake you up with sex. I want you to wake up with cock in your mouth. I want to wake you up with sticky, hot fluids leaking out of your cunt. I want to surprise you with cum all the time! N-Not a single one of your panties won’t be covered in my semen! Christ, I’m gonna let go for you, baby!”
“L-Lottie, no baby. Please, d-don’t give me a baby. Y-You can cum. I-I won’t hold it against you if you cum! Please, just not inside! I can’t have a baby. Not right now.”
“It’ll be fine,” Lottie reassures. “Let me help you raise it, okay? I’ll be such a good daddy, I promise. Love you, okay? Just let me cum. I need a safe, warm place to cum inside. Please, baby. It’ll be alright. N-Nothing bad will happen.”
“Lottie, we’re in college! We can’t! Lottie, you know we’re not responsible enough for that, please! H-Have some fucking sense! Lot!”
Lottie won’t have your coherent argument ruin her fun. She’s trying to get laid with the roommate of her dreams. Less thinking, more thrusting. She’ll handle her newfound obligation after the breeding cycle is complete.
“I’m almost done, sweetheart.” Lottie notices you hesitantly relaxing. “Gonna cum soon, okay? Then you’re gonna make me a daddy, and we’ll keep my cock crammed inside. I-I can’t lose my seed, I’m sorry. But I really need my seed in you. Need to get you pregnant, need to see my baby swell!”
Despite her familial aspirations, Lottie’s unfit to be a dad. She doesn’t desire a stable family structure. Putting a life form in you is just another example of ownership, exerting control over the rabbit who cannot easily fight back. Lottie won’t literally slay the rabbit. She won’t parade its organs around like a part of her costume. What she will show off is your round belly, proof that she’s lit your innocence on fire.
“Perfect for me, baby. So fucking perfect. Let me knock you up. Just let me fill you with cum until you’re overflowing. I’ve got you, oh my god! I’ve fucking got you, yes!”
She aims to be a lion in greater than just heart. But she’d get laughed out of the pride once they uncovered that her ruling strategies are nonexistent. Lottie holds no power over anyone else at the college. She’s just clumsy filth that stumbled across unwary prey. To any authentic leader dissecting Lottie’s habits, they’d dismiss her as raunchy trash. Even an extremely hormonal teenager would recoil at her sight.
Eventually, Lottie unloads every drop of gooey cum she’s been saving up. She sprays fresh ropes of jizz into your formerly untouched womb, staining it with white. Since Lottie didn’t gouge out her eyes to avoid lust, an innocent soul bites the dust. You’re corrupted, tethered to Lottie, and joining her in her valley of sin. You hold the product of your unholy coupling from being pumped full of your degenerate’s seed.
Lottie? She couldn’t care less about the consequences. She collapses on your chest, her eyes glazed over and her cock pulsing, squirting out the last few ropes of cum.
This time, she isn’t sobbing or voicing her regret. Lottie offers no apology, insincere or genuine. She doesn’t lie on top of you in a pool of misery, like she’s the one who deserves to be comforted. She’s attached to her deviancy. Lottie’s a massive pervert, but she won’t contemplate changing anymore. Lottie’s found security in her perversion, and she can admit she’s undeniably happy, lacking any doubts about her euphoria. And Lottie will relive this memory for days at the expense of your worn-out body.
Congratulations, you’ve obtained a new position as Lottie’s head fucktoy that you didn’t request. Your training starts tomorrow. That was only the warm-up.
“You should get some sleep, baby,” Lottie giggles deliriously. “You’ll need the energy because my cock’s hardening again.”
TROPE. , university! au , students to lovers , popular x nerd , nonidol! au
GENRE. , slow burn , fluff , suspense , smut
WARNINGS. , teasing jokes , infuriating slow burn , accidental touches , nerd!seungmin & popular!reader , eventual kiss , other skz members mentioned , heavy makeout scenes , oral both f & m!recieving , sex , missionary , first time for seungmin , not very freaky
WORDCOUNT. , approximately 2.5k - 4k words for each chapter—10k estimated
SYNOPSIS. , joining westgate university as the girl everyone notices—effortlessly charming, endlessly popular, and seemingly untouchable; throws quiet, studious seungmin into chaos. he’s always admired you from afar, captivated by your smile, your laugh, the way you light up every hallway, but he’s never dared to imagine you noticing him. after all, what could a nerd like him have to offer the most admired girl in school? but fate has other plans. encounters in class, accidental touches in the library, and group projects make you guys closer. he stumbles over his words, blushes at the smallest gestures, and struggles to hide his feelings. your teasing nature, playful smiles, and gentle attentiveness leave him surprised. seungmin's heart never stops racing, and he's imagining a life where maybe, just maybe, he belongs in your world. as the school year progresses, the tension builds. lingering glances across the cafeteria, whispered jokes in crowded hallways, subtle protective gestures when others try to get too close—they’re small, but they’re impossible to ignore. and you begin to notice him too: the quiet boy who remembers your favorite snacks, who helps without expecting thanks, who looks at you like you hung the moon.
behind the glasses of kim seungmin is a slow-burn, university romance. it’s a story of first love, subtle confessions, and the exhilaration of finally realizing that the person who’s been watching you all along might be the one you’ve been waiting for.
RIRI'S NOTES. , i'm overjoyed to be releasing this series! this is my 1k special, so thank you for 1,000 followers. it absolutely means the world to me that so many of you guys support me in my writing journey. i do apologize for only making each chapter short, but this is my first time doing anything like this so i wanted to keep it short. i hope that you still find happiness & entertainment in this series. also stay tuned for more! though, i might need some smau ideas.. i've been meaning to start on those but nothing has came to mind.
preview below the cut ⤵
seungmin knew he had no chance with you. he was the guy that blended in to the library shelves, and you were the girl that was always smiling, making new friends, having your face on every school flyer, even being Miss Westgate for the last two years.
what would he ever have with you? you were simply a hallway crush, aka someone who he’d never talk to. it was inevitable not to look at you. your beautiful smile, your flowing hair & perfectly sculpted face.
you were out of a movie scene.
one of those movies; the classic 3 bullies, the nerd (him), and the popular girl—except you're not mean as they make them. infact, he found this out himself when he was staring at you on a random tuesday. "hey there, you daydreaming?" your voice—god- that sweet, syrupy voice of yours that made his palms sweat oceans. "oh- i- um, sorry.! just daydreaming...yeah."
he wanted to punch himself. possibly one of the only chances had talking to you; maybe even only a chance of you even interacting with him, he fucked it up.
stuttering like an idiot, pft- get a life seungmin.
seungmin was still self-degrading while you were standing right infront of him; poor boy didn't even realize. well wasn't until you spoke up again, "still here y'know—also your self-evaluation isn't that quiet." his head shot up & you were sure is neck could break at the speed he did it too. fumbling to push up his glasses before mumbling, "um- sorry! i d-do that alot—just gets the best of me..heh."
now he wanted you to punch him. everytime he spoke, seungmin never stuttered—so why now infront of the girl of his dreams? seungmin wanted to disappear off the face of the fucking earth. he almost could wish that the dusty school tiles could open up & swallow him whole. "lemme help you with those...um—sorry what's your name?" your hands gently found their way to his face, propping the flimsy, weak frames back onto the prominent bridge of his nose.
my name? she wants my name?!
"yeah- of course—i mean, uh- seungmin. kim seungmin." you smiled & tested the name on your tongue. "seungmin.. i like that name."
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Hey everyone! Sorry for the brief silence—I wasn’t ghosting, just deep in the writing hole. I’ve been completely locked into Chapter 1, and honestly? It’s all I’ve been doing lately.
I finally reached a point where I can rest my brain a bit, so I wanted to drop some sneak peeks on what I've been working on.
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1. WRITING STYLE & STRUCTURE
• Writing structure change. Where I described the Prologue to be all clipped panic and adrenaline, this chapter breathes a little more. The paragraphs are fuller, heavier with detail, as I really start building the world and letting the MC look around.
Those short, staccato lines still hit—especially during action—but the early parts of Chapter 1 are more grounded.
Think of it as a calm before the storm vibe (even though plenty of slice-of-life moments will keep returning throughout the story).
2. PERSONALITY SYSTEM & CUSTOMIZATION
• Finalized the MC’s personality trait pairings (you’ll see them in the main story). Character customization has been completely hidden for now, because I want it to be something you experience organically during your first readthrough. But it’s there—and thorough.
• Intimidation Meter. I have finished fully integrating the Intimidation Meter into the story—and choices during character customization (height, body type, tattoos, scars, and more) will affect it directly:
• Some will boost it by a lot.
• Some only a little.
• Some don’t affect it at all.
• And some will actually lower your intimidation presence.
Choose carefully—characters in the story will absolutely react to how imposing (or unassuming) you look in some scenes.
3. PET SYSTEM & NEW POSSIBILITIES
• Pet mechanic implemented. I have finally implemented for you guys to have a roommate of your choice. Everything ran smoothly—and honestly, it wasn’t that hard to code, so... birds might be on the table after Chapter 1 is fully wrapped 👀
• Apartment theme. You’ll decide the theme of your apartment very early on (you can’t change it's living condition, though—sorry.)
4. OUTFITS & WEAPON LOADOUT
Yes, your MC has a wardrobe now. You’ll choose how they dress for regular life and for missions.
And on top of that? You also get to select your main gun, sidearm, and combat knife from a curated list.
All three are required.
These loadouts don’t change your stats but will affect flavor text during future action scenes—what you draw, how you fight, what kind of wounds you leave behind etc. etc.
5. RO INTRODUCTIONS
You’ll meet all six romance options in Chapter 1. Each one gets a proper introduction—nothing rushed, nothing subtle. I want you to feel their presence and get a real sense of who they are before you decide whether you want to flirt, ignore, befriend, or antagonize them.
6. WORD COUNT & RELEASE PLANS
Prologue is sitting at 50k words (with code).
Chapter 1 is currently at 40k words and climbing.
Total demo word count so far: 90k. (Wish that was my bank account balance, tbh.)
Target word count for release: 150k.
Estimated release window: End of August. I want it out before school kicks my ass again.
7. PROLOGUE SKIP OPTION
There will be a skip feature for the Prologue. If you’re not in the mood for a long, emotionally devastating escape sequence about pain, desperation, and raw willpower of the MC—no problem.
You can jump right to Chapter 1. I’ll just ask one quick question to track what scars (if any) your MC has so the game (myself) can reference them properly.
8. WHAT’S NEXT?
Now that I’ve hit this checkpoint, I’ll be going back to answering asks and continuing working on the main story at the same time again.
Next week will just be a progress update so look out for more info.
And damn. It really feels good to finally write scenes where all the characters are interacting in canon, not just in standalone asks 👏😭
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THANK YOU GUYS FOR 1K FOLLOWERS BY THE WAY—AHHH!! 😱😱
Seriously, I’m beyond grateful for all the support, the asks, the chaos, the hype—you’ve all made this journey so damn fun already. Thank you for being here 🖤🩸
To celebrate 1k followers (still unreal), the motel is open for business. send in your order by choosing a pastry, a filling, and a topping. You can add a drink if you want to!! i’ll make you a moodboard and write a tiny blurb, fresh out of the oven .ᐟ.ᐟ
Pastries ⋮ pick a character
croissant ⟢ Bruce Wayne
brioche bun ⟢ Dick Grayson
pound cake ⟢ Jason Todd
glazed doughnut ⟢ Hal Jordan
honey bun ⟢ Clark Kent
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muffin ⟢ John Price
angel cake ⟢ Simon Riley
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pie ⟢ Jack Abbot
cupcake ⟢ Michael Robinavitch
Filling ⋮ pick a reader aesthetic
dark chocolate ganache (DC exclusive) ⟢ Vigilante!reader
vanilla cream ⟢ Secretary!reader
strawberry jam ⟢ Bambi!reader
cream cheese frosting ⟢ Bunny!reader
funfetti buttercream ⟢ Bimbo!reader
blueberry and cream cheese frosting (The Pitt exclusive) ⟢ Nurse/Doctor!reader
candied cherries ⟢ Forbidden (specify in the request)
coffee glaze ⟢ Workplace romance
pearl sugar ⟢ Wedding
gold sprinkles ⟢ Proposal
whipped cream ⟢ Honeymoon
applesauce ⟢ Parenthood
custard ⟢ Sick day
candied apple ⟢ Christmas / winter holidays
Drink (optional) ⋮ add smut and pick a kink (if what you want isn't on the list just ask me!)
black coffee ⟢ Daddy kink
double espresso ⟢ Power play
dark roast coffee ⟢ Hard dom
cappuccino ⟢ Soft dom
vanilla late ⟢ Praise kink
americano ⟢ Degradation
iced espresso ⟢ Choking
black tea ⟢ Bondage
spiced hot chocolate ⟢ Waxplay
green tea ⟢ Overstimulation
cortado ⟢ Edging
milk tea ⟢ Cnc
warm milk ⟢ Somno
iced matcha ⟢ Impact play
honey milk ⟢ Breeding
flat white ⟢ size difference
Okayy!! Thank you all so much for supporting me, especially to those of you who take the time to comment on my fics or text me about them!! I'm sososo happy I found this space, so proud of my improvement and my work and...YEAHHH!!
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