LOTTIE MATTHEWS.ᐟ
➤ lottie matthews x fem!reader
requested
.ᐣ after being rescued, you notice the toll the traumatic plane crash took on your poor girlfriend.
⤷ cw: top!postcrash!lottie matthews, sub!reader, bitting, blood, fingering, vaginal tear, thigh humping, squirting, implied tribbing
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for nineteen months, you didn't know if your girlfriend was death or alive.
no one knew anything, though it was almost as if they didn't care—you were sure they didn't thanks to how short the investigation was. after the first year, the yellowjackets were proclaimed death.
yet they came back, she came back.
seeing lottie for the first time after all that time felt like a blessing—like whatever god up in the sky pitied you and gave you what you'd been praying for during all those sleepless nights. she was different, though, and you couldn't blame her. she was quiet, flinched whenever your hand came near her sun-kissed skin, got lost in her thoughts the millisecond the room went silent.
her parents took notice of this behavior and figured the best thing would be sending her off to a mental institution in switzerland, an idea you immediately said no to—did you had any said in that decision? no, but that didn't matter to you—.
but, little by little, she changed.
she didn't seem on edge anymore, she didn't stay quiet in hopes of hearing something in the air anymore, she gained back her interest in you. slowly, she started being more open, offering you soft words and shaky smiles which you gratefully accepted. her kisses on your cheek started lingering, her hands on your body more willing—just like before—.
lottie had her up and downs yet this contentment lasted longer than usual, and you couldn't be happier. she always needed to be by your side, needed to be touching you in any way or she'd shut down; and who were you to deprive her from her needs?
late at night, you allowed her wandering touches, allowed her sharp teeth to dig into your sensitive skin. though this wasn't the needy lottie you were used to, her need was different.
when the two of you were ready to be sexually intimate again, that change in her was way more prominent.
with her hand wrapped around your throat, she had your mind turning to mush. you didn't mind it—not at all—but it was... weird, considering everything she went through. you expected her to be softer, more fragile, ready to see her crumble down; yet she proved you wrong.
her leg was roughly slotted in between your thighs, providing you some pressure on your aching core. her hand on your neck was cutting your air supply in the most delicious way while she kissed you sloppily. suddenly, she bit down on your lip—hard, hard enough to have you bleeding.
your faint wince of pain and the way you pulled away from the kiss didn't bother her at all, she simply held you in place and licked your blood away from your tender lips like a thirsty vampire. "l-lott..." her murmured name left your lips, your voice breathy thanks to how undeniably turned on you were.
"i know, i know..." she simply said, a calmed smile forming on her lips while her free hand slowly placed itself on your chest. "i missed you.." she then added, keeping her eyes closed while she felt your fastening heartbeat against her palm.
her hand on your neck released its grip and moved down your body, her long fingers tracing over you as if trying to remember how you felt. her hand came to a rest on your waist, her head leaned forward so she could nibble on your neck.
well, nibble wasn't exactly the word to describe what she did.
she was rough with the way she bit down on the column of your throat—her smile morphing to a smirk as you gripped the strands of her hair. "missed you too... but don't you wanna slow down?" you quickly asked her, wrapping your arms around her neck and slowly rubbing your sweaty palms up and down her back.
until she made you scream, she wasn't satisfied.
"it's okay..." she reassured you, a warm feeling spreading through her body as her lips got slightly tainted with the crimson-red fluid dribbling down your neck.
before you could even notice, her rough hands were sliding your sleeping-shorts and panties down your legs, and her calloused fingers slid between your slick folds in no time.
you'd be lying if you said you didn't want things to go slower. the trauma your girlfriend went through was something that wasn't going to leave her any time soon—maybe it never will—, and being with someone after only seeing a group of specific people for so long must be odd for her.
you got snapped from your thoughts and dragged back into reality as you felt two of her long fingers slipping inside of you, a whine of slight discomfort erupting from your chest as your gummy walls tried to accommodate.
"l-lottie..." her name left your lips once again, your nails digging onto her back through the thin shirt she was wearing.
usually, you were the one begging lottie to fuck you since the poor girl was always so nervous to accidentally hurt you, but that wasn't the case. she started plunging her fingers into your drooling cunt while humping your thigh, her other hand grabbing your jaw roughly and tilting your head up so she could have better access to the skin on your neck.
low whines and growl-like noises were constantly coming from her, showing an animalistic side of her you never knew existed.
"cum for me... i know you can do it..." god, her raspy voice was like a melody coming from heaven. whenever she instructed you something—something that happened quite often these days—, her voice shifted to a gruffer tone.
despite the slight burn on your insides, you were so damn attracted to her. you felt that tight coil in your stomach threatening to snap, high-pitched uh, uh, uh's slipping past your lips as she fingered you.
everything was too fast—too messy. the air in your room stank of sex and sweat, your mind was blank yet filled with nothing but your girlfriend; her touch, her scent, her.
abruptly, the brown-eyed girl let out a moan and she—once again—bit down, now on the area of your shoulder, as she felt her orgasm crash over her. the sweet juices of her release squirted out of her as she continued humping your thigh, her puffy clit receiving the right amount of stimulation despite being trapped behind the confines of her clothes.
and oh god, was the sight of her squirting hot.
the feeling of the warm liquid seeping through her underwear and shorts and soaking your skin, the faint hiss emitting from her pussy—it was all too much for you.
with a loud, shaky yell of her name, you came all over her fingers. you were shamelessly fucking yourself with her digits, riding out the pleasure she provided you while clawing at her back. despite how good you felt, that burning sensation never left—and it actually worsened once your climax subsided.
"fuck l-lott.... please pull out..." you begged her weakly some moments later, pushing her hand away and whining when her fingers actually slipped out. the sight of her fingers covered in a light, thin layer of blood wasn't surprising, yet knowing that she hurt you churned your stomach.
the other girl wasn't bothered by this, she simply brought her fingers up to her lips and sucked the blood from her digits.
"you're sweeter than i remembered..." she commented, completely ignoring the rough manner she treated your poor cunt.
with a smooth movement, she got rid of her clothes and shifted on top of you, situating her wet pussy on top of yours before lowering herself.
it was going to be one long night.