frat boy! lottie matthews x fem! reader
synopsis : lottie's more than happy to always help you even if she's busy playing.
word count : 1,378 words.
— tags & warnings : nsfw, adult content – minors do not interact. p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, gp! lottie matthews, thigh humping, grinding, porn w plot, use of pet names, college au, legal age, shy! reader.
Lottie's been going at playing the game on her console for hours now.
You were beside her, head laying on her shoulder as your eyes gazed over the television, watching her play as you shifted every now and then, trying to find a comfortable position. You both collectively decided to spend a day at her room in the fraternity house she was a member at, yet you didn't really expect you'd spend your day like this.
Your head was mushed against her shoulders, eyes now focused at the way the veins popped in her hand as she pressed at the controller fastly, biting her lip in concentration that had you fixing your position once again.
It didn't exactly help that you were frustrated inside, just watching her groan in annoyance every now and then when her character died, or the sound of her clicking her tongue when she was irritated that had you swallowing the lump on your throat, biting your lip as you played with the hem of the dress you wore.
"Lottie," you murmured, biting your lip once you heard her hum in response, eyes staying at the television. "..Are you going to finish that soon?"
"Hm, yeah." she rasped, raising a brow slightly as she now looked at you. "Why, baby? Are you bored?"
You flushed at that, shaking your head as you smiled sheepishly, "No," you said, "... Maybe a little?" you eventually said, which earned a laugh from her.
"I'm sorry, pretty," she murmured, "I'll just finish this once and we'll go spend time, yeah?" she asked, tucking a piece of hair behind you as you nodded.
"M'kay." you murmured, just wrapping an arm around her stomach as you laid your head against her stomach.
It was too embarassing for her to know you were all... fuzzy, to say the least. You weren't particularly the type to be vocal about those things, after all. You were also worried she'd find it weird - or maybe tell you she wasn't in the mood, which was practically one of your nightmares.
A kiss was often pressed against your forehead every now and then, a way for Lottie to say sorry even when she was very invested her game that had you melting against her even more, heat pooling across your stomach as you squeezed your thighs together, just burying your face in her neck as you tried to not be needy.
"Lott," you murmured, "... Are you done..?" you asked quietly, your brain already starting to feel fuzzy as you both were leaning against the headboard of her bed, sheets pooling underneath the both of you.
"Not yet, love." she murmured as she groaned in annoyance as the character across the screen dropped dead again, her eyes focusing on you now. "Is there something wrong? You're being all fidgety and stuff." she said, which your cheeks flushed to.
"No," you murmured, "It's fine.. maybe I'm just.. sleepy." you said, trying to downplay the heat pooling between your thighs as you smiled at her, hoping she'll take the excuse.
"It's fine to rest, baby." she mumbled, caressing your hair as her eyes were now focused on the screen once again, the clicking sounds of the console now only heard in the room as she played.
You were now slightly draped against her, with her clothed thigh unfortunately in between your legs as your head continued to rest against her shoulder, and you can feel how your core was aching just from the brief friction she was giving, heat pooling across your stomach.
You were adjusting the way you sat again, the denim of her pants giving friction to your core as you bit your lip, a poor excuse of trying to grind on your girlfriend.
It felt pathetic, honestly. Lottie was just gaming yet here you were, trying to grind on her just because you had been feeling so needy ever since the day has begun.
You can only try to buck your hips, the movement there but not quite obvious as you continued, your eyes staying at your girlfriend the entire time because of the fear of getting caught.
Once you had found the rhythm you were looking for, you started to discreetly buck your hips in her clothed thigh, the friction buzzing between your legs as you were starting to feel wet, eyes still focused on Lottie.
You continued to grind down on her thigh for at least five minutes, before you felt her thigh also moving as if encouraging your movements as you were now moving your hips even more, a little whimper escaping through your lips as it was next to her ear.
"Lottie," you whined, now shamelessly grinding against her as she only hummed, as if teasing you. "No teasing," you murmured, panting against her neck as you looked at her.
"Is that why you've been so hellbent on having me not play?" she murmured, voice raspy as she chuckled. "Yeah? Keep grinding."
You continued grinding into the denim pants she wore, your shorts that were already stained with your arousal as you can feel the damp spot forming on her thigh - your cheeks flushing even more as you continued to move your hips.
As Lottie's character died on screen, she immediately started to unbuckle her belt, shimmying down her pants just for her cock to spring out, already half-hard and pre-cum covering on her tip.
You whined, happy to sink down on her length as she helped you remove your shorts and soiled panties, now just on your dress as you sank down with ease, humming in contentment as your gummy walls sucked her in deeply.
"Fuck," she mumbled, "Don't move, baby. Just enjoy how good it feels for now." she ordered, nodding your head to the command as you clenched down, the feeling of her cock stuffing you full was just making your head fuzzy.
You laid her head against her shoulders, dizzy with the intrusion of her cock against your aching cunt, with her still continuing to play with her game console.
But in reality, Lottie was losing focus. Her movements were slightly off with the way her character moved on the screen, her cock aching to move inside you. She adjusted the way you sat on her lap, her hips thrusting lazily in and out of you as you moved your hips to meet her movement.
"Lottie," you whined, fingers reaching out to rub your clit underneath your dress, whimpering of just how good it felt.
You were suddenly laid on your stomach on Lottie's bed, the game on her screen totally forgotten as your face was pressed on the warmth of her pillows, her pulling out as you whimpered at the loss of contact.
"M'sorry," she murmured, reaching out to pepper kisses on your forehead as she gathered the ends of your dress to brunch it up against your stomach, before lining her cock in your entrance, slowly pushing in that had you both moaning.
Her hands roamed over the curves still covered by your dress, stopping to grip on your hips as she slowly started to piston her hips, her length sinking every inch as your walls fluttered around it, welcoming the stretch.
The game flashing on the screen was long abandoned, the only sounds echoing on her bedroom were the skin slapping against each other that you were so sure you can hear once you pass by Lottie's bedroom, with you trying to muffle your moans and whimpers by burying your face at the warmth of her sheets.
"M'close," you whined, your hips also moving to meet your girlfriend's movements, as Lottie only thrusted her hips faster, her cock reaching that particular spot inside you that had you rolling your eyes back of your head.
"Come on, come for me," Lottie murmured, reaching up to rub the bundle of nerves in your clit, your orgasm hitting you like a train as you let out a loud cry, slumping down the bed as Lottie's pace fastened, before she pulled out last second — jerking off as she groaned, head tilted back as she splurted out her release on the arch of your back.
She slumped down on the bed next to you, kissing your forehead as she held you close.
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