summary: KINKTOBER DAY 4, lottie fucks you while you sleep.
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Lottie stirred awake, unable to sleep due to the friction from your ass moving right against her bulge. Lottie knew it was a bad idea to share a bed, she knew from the second she watched you change nothing but a shirt and underwear. She knew when she laid in bed with you and all she could focus on was the curves of your body and trying desperately to stop the growing hard-on that was barely concealed by her boxers.
Lottie tried to move away, but your bed was way too small, all she could do was lay and hope that you didn’t move your hips any more. This, however, was not the case. In your sleep, you moved your hips back, grinding right against Lottie.
A soft whine escaped your lips as Lottie’s bulge pressed right against the wet spot on your underwear, “(Y/n)?” Lottie asked, checking to see if you’re awake. Lottie moved about an inch back, all that the small bed allowed her to do. She looked at her boxers, the gray pair was now stained from the growing wet spot on your underwear.
‘If I get off once then I can go back to sleep,’ Lottie thought, her mind too clouded with lust to consider any other solution. Her hand grazed over her throbbing cock, removing it from her boxers and beginning to pump it in her hand. Then, you moved back, her tip was pressed right against the wet spot on your underwear.
It felt too good for Lottie to try and turn and face the other way and you were soaked anyways, ‘it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, I need this,’ Lottie thought, placing her hand on your hip and beginning to grind her cock against the soaked patch of your underwear. She slowly brought your hips closer to her, trying not to wake you as she continued to grind against you.
Soft whimpers left both yours and Lottie’s lips, but what had caught Lottie’s attention was the moan of her name that you let out. Suddenly, Lottie’s hips were moving faster than she had meant to – she was unable to control herself. Even in your sleep, you were responding to Lottie’s movements, pressing your core against her cock. Lottie could hardly contain her own moans, she was more focused on trying not to cum from grinding against your underwear.
“L-Lottie?” You sleepily called out, sounding far more awake this time.
Lottie’s movements stopped, her hand dropping from your hip as she froze, “(Y-Y/n)?” You turned to face her, half-asleep and not quite sure if this was a dream or not. Lottie’s hands moved to her cock, trying to cover herself.
You looked down, noticing the very visible hard-on that Lottie could barely conceal with her hands, ‘this must be a dream,’ you thought, ‘there’s no way Lottie Matthews got hard because of me.’
Without another word, you slipped off your panties, discarding them off the side of the bed, “I want more.” I mumbled. Lottie’s cock throbbed at your words and her hands moved back to your hip, her other on her cock as she pushed her cock through your wet folds, lubing it up. Your eyes closed, still drifting in and out of sleep and debating on whether or not this was a dream.
“Y-You’re so wet.” Lottie whispered, scared that if she was too loud you would fully wake up and realize what a perv Lottie Matthews really was.
Lottie’s cock rested at your entrance, she was shaking from how badly she wanted this. You were soaked, leaking onto her tip and causing Lottie to push her tip inside of you. Lottie moaned, trying not to cum just from that small action alone, “So fucking tight.” Lottie moaned, “So fucking wet.” Lottie took a deep breath to calm down, wanting to be able to properly fuck you before cumming.
Lottie slowly pushed another inch into you. She pulled back before thrusting, making you take another inch of her with every thrust. It didn’t take long before her cock was buried in you and Lottie was biting her lip, trying not to scream your name from how you clamped down around her cock with every buck of her hips.
Lottie had really tried not to cum too soon, but the second she heard your sleepy voice moan out her name once again; Lottie’s cock slammed into you, filling you up as she came. Lottie bit down on the blanket, trying desperately to stop the stream of moans falling from her lips as she pumped her load inside you.
Your eyes shot open as you felt Lottie fill you up, the action making you clamp down around her cock once more as you came, your own orgasm fully waking you up.
Lottie was a blabbering, fucked out mess, continuously repeating apologies as she continued to pump into you, even after cumming, “S-Sorry, you just felt s-sooo good, (Y/n)” Lottie's hips rocked, clearly not done fucking you now that you were fully awake.
THE PARTY IS POUNDING with music, in a typical messy and overwhelming way that high school parties usually are.
the bass of the music is loud enough to the point where you feel the vibrations under your feet, and you spot mari and taissa shouting along with the song near the living room, people packed in almost every area of lottie’s gigantic house, and the air is filled with the scent of cheap beer and soda’s that are probably coating the very space you’re standing on.
this whole thing was a celebration. the night before nationals, where everyone got the chance to relax before the pressure of the game hits.
but you’ve spent most of your night keeping an eye on natalie.
you find her leaning against the kitchen counter again, strands of her blonde hair falling into her eyes while she laughs at some joke van makes. —READ MORE!
her eyeliner is a little more than smudged now, and there’s that soft, but also extremely buzzed look in her eyes that you clock immediately.
she’s drunk, you realize.
you push your way through the crowd until you finally reach her side and snatch the red plastic cup from her hand before she can take another gulp.
“natalie.”
she blinks at you, staring at the cup in your hand and then at you, with a look on her face that tells you she knows she’s been busted.
but the longer she stares at you, the more the expression on her face fades into something warm and love-stuck.
“…hey, baby.”
your stomach does that annoying little flutter.
“how much of this did you drink?” you ask, observing the contents of the mixed variations of alcohol in the cup, scrunching your nose in discontent.
natalie shrugs mindlessly, leaning obnoxiously into your warmth as if your shoulder is the most comfortable spot in the house.
“i uh.. dunno.”
“that’s not an answer, natalie.” you say sternly, giving her a pointed look.
she closes her eyes, as if she’s thinking about, before snapping her eyes open with a grin.
“…a lot.”
“gosh, nat—you could barely stand by yourself.”
“i’m not—”
she attempts straightening up and immediately tips over to one side, unbalanced. you rush to catch her before she can wake up with a black eye, your arm wrapping around her waist.
natalie lets out a quiet giggle and just melts against you, content to be in your arms.
“okay,” you sigh. “that’s it, home time.”
natalie turns her head back to look at you, intently gazing at your face closely as her expression turns soft and smiley.
“you’re so fucking pretty,” she says out of nowhere.
you hold back a smile.
“nat.”
“what?”
“you’re so drunk.”
“i’m in love with you,” she corrects in a serious tone, and you feel blood rushing to your cheeks.
“come on.”
you guide her through the crowd before finally making it to the door, natalie clinging to you as if you’re her life line, basically attaching herself to your hip. her hand slides into yours so she doesn’t lose you in the crowd.
outside, the chilly air hits your faces to your relief, the humid air was suffocating in there, and the overbearing atmosphere of the party instantly fades away.
natalie inhales the fresh air slowly, and she once again leans against you, stumbling over her steps, until suddenly, she stops walking.
you turn to face her.
“nat?”
she’s staring at the ground, her fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. “can i stay with you tonight?” the question comes out small and quiet, and you feel your heart ache in your chest instantly.
you know exactly why she’s asking.
going back to her house means facing the empty rooms and memories she would rather not confront.
and right now she looks like she may cry if you say no.
her voice gets quieter as she avoids your gaze.
“i just… i really don’t wanna go there tonight.”
your hand cups her face, brushing a piece of hair away from her eyes as you pull her closer.
“hey,” you whisper softly, and natalie’s bottom lip trembles as she closes her eyes.
“don’t cry, baby.”
“i’m not crying.”
“you’re about to, aren’t you?”
she lets out an embarrassed, defeated laugh.
your thumbs brush under her eyes as you lean in, leaving a soft kiss onto her nose.
“of course you can stay with me, you can always stay with me.” you say reassuringly.
a look of relief falls over her face, and before you can say anything else, natalie wraps her arms around your neck and hugs you with a strength you didn’t even know she had in her.
“thank you,” she whispers, and then she presses a kiss to your cheek, followed by another, and another.
“nat,” you laugh softly, tilting your head back.
“i love you,” she mumbles lazily against your skin.
“i love you too.”
she pulls back just long enough to kiss you properly this time, slow, soft, but also a little messy because she’s so completely drunk and smiling too much into the kiss.
“okay,” you say, gently leading her down the street with your hand in hers. “let’s get you in bed.”
nat shoots you a suggestive look, raising her brows as you giggle and shove her softly.
“not in that way, god.”
by the time you reach your house, natalie has one arm wrapped around your waist, refusing to let go.
“you’re so warm,” she whispers loudly.
“that’s because it’s fucking freezing.”
“i like it.”
you unlock your door quietly and lead her inside.
natalie immediately presses her finger to her lips with an over exaggerated, “shhh,” that’s probably louder than anything she’s said all night.
“you’re the one being loud.”
she giggles softly as you guide her down the hallway, passing the rooms your parent’s are sleeping in.
every time a floorboard creaks, something is so funny about it to natalie that it makes her burst into quiet laughter against your shoulder until you finally make it to your bedroom door.
the second she sees your bed, natalie finally loosens her grip on you and flops face-first into your soft blankets.
“oh my god,” she groans into your pillow. “this is actually the best bed ever.”
you let out a snort, closing the door behind you.
“you say that every time.”
“well yeah—because it’s true.”
you sit beside her and gently push her onto her back.
natalie immediately reaches for you again, her hands sliding up the warmth of your arms as if she’s making sure you’re still there.
“come here,” she mumbles lazily.
“i’m right here.”
she tugs lightly on your sleeve until you lean closer, and she kisses you, so soft and warm and lovingly.
when you pull back, she just smiles sleepily and leans forward to kiss you again.
“you’re so clingy tonight,” you tease with a grin.
natalie shakes her head.
“i’m in love tonight.”
“only tonight?” you ask jokingly.
“always, i’m always so fucking in love with you, it’s like—it’s all i can think about sometimes.”
you smile, your heart beating against your chest. you and natalie have been dating for so long at this point, but she still never fails to make you feel like a second grader with her first crush.
“hold still, okay?”
you grab a cloth from your vanity and start wiping the smudged eyeliner from her eyes.
natalie watches you the entire time with that dazed, out of the world expression.
“you’re taking care of me,” she whispers in realization.
“of course, someone has to.”
“i really fucking love you.”
you pause, really looking at natalie.
natalie brings her hand up to your face and cups your cheek with a gentleness.
“i mean it,” she says, looking to your eyes.
your chest feels warm.
“i know you do.”
she pulls you down into another kiss, lips finding yours once again.
when you finally help her sit up enough to pull her jacket off, she keeps stealing little kisses every time you get close enough.
your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth, literally anywhere she can. “nat,” you laugh softly.
“what?”
“what’s up with you?”
“you’re beautiful.”
you shake your head, still laughing as you help her change into one of your oversized band shirts.
natalie sighs contently once she’s under your blankets, immediately grabbing your arm and pulling you down beside her.
the second your back hits the bed, she throws her body on top of yours. her leg drapes over you and her arms wrap around your stomach, her face pressed against your neck.
“you’re comfy,” she yawns.
your fingers gently thread through her hair.
natalie brings her head up just enough to kiss your jaw.
then your cheek.
then the corner of your lips again.
“you’re still managing to kiss me,” you whisper.
“i love kissing you.”
her voice is growing quieter now.
she presses one last soft kiss to your lips before settling her head on your chest, her arms tightening around your waist like she never wants to let go.
“i’m really glad you’re mine,” she whispers into the dark.
your heart clenches.
“i’m really fucking glad you’re mine too.”
natalie sighs, her breathing already starting to slow.
but even as she drifts into her slumber, she keeps one hand clenched tightly in the fabric of your shirt just in case you try to move away, but god knows you wouldn’t leave natalie in this moment even if your life depended on it.
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warnings .ᐟ kissing. blood kink (not really). fingering. face fucking. lmk if i missed any :)
summary .ᐟ based off of s3 ep 7 of yellowjackets!
authors note .ᐟ this is incredibly self indulgent bc she looked so good hacking that man’s head in 💔
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your blood ran cold as you watched his body fall, the hole in the back of his head gushing as he gargled, the last sounds emanating from the back of his throat as he bled out.
the hair on the back of your neck stood up, eyes ghosting over with tears as you looked from the body up to the person that had done it; your girlfriend, stood there with streaks of blood on her face, pulling the axe from his skull.
“oh my god,” you whispered out, hands coming up to cover your mouth as you stared out in horror, your eyes continuously flitting from lottie to the now deceased researcher, all hopes and dreams of finally being able to go home, disappearing from your grasp.
while some of the other girls panicked alongside of you, others collecting themselves together to go on and chase after the remaining two strangers that had run off, you stood there, frozen in place as you watched lottie kneel down, nimble fingers etching to the edges of the wound, mixing between the blood and brain matter.
“lottie what did you do?” you gasped out, lips parted and hands trembling in horror as you watched on.
she looked up, some of the blood now smeared along her lips, eyes wide with something you haven’t seen in her for quite some time now, “they don’t belong.” she exclaimed, hoping you’d understand.
you always understood her, so why not now?
you shook your head in disbelief, melissa’s screams falling on deaf ears as you tried to grasp the situation on hand, your eyes never leaving the deceased.
lottie noticed, her face falling as she watched you, her bloodied hand reaching out for yours, the same hand you’d been holding moments before they showed up.
your gaze hadn’t faltered, your body frozen in place, “it doesn’t want them here,” she furiously explains, her eyes tearing up as she looked at you; why couldn’t you just get it, she had to do it.
before you could dwell on it longer, gen shook you back to the present, urging you to help her and mari with melissa, dragging you over to the fallen blonde.
your feet trudged against the forest floor, dragging in the dirt as your body moved but your mind continued to dwell on what you’d just witnessed, head turned to continue staring over your shoulder, glassy eyes trained on lottie’s retreating figure.
“you’ll see. you’ll see. i promise, you’ll see,” she whispered out to you, the smile that had previously been on her face falling as she watched you go, turning back to the body in front of her.
as you sat with gen and melissa, weighing out all your options on how to get the arrow through without hurting her, you couldn’t help but glance at lottie every now and again, the blood now smeared all across her face and lips, fingertips drenched in it too.
the sun rose shortly, the morning air crisp, yet the events of the previous night played on a loop in your head, lottie’s blood smeared face a constant reminder.
melissa’s hand clutched your arm, pulling you back to the present, wincing as you tried pulling the arrow through, stopping once melissa screamed, “it must be barbed, the more we pull the more it hurts,” you huffed, chewing the inside of your cheek as you looked at gen.
“can i help?” lottie’s voice sounded out, her eyes immediately on you as you looked up, that soft, almost innocent look in her eyes almost making you want to forget the past few hours that had happened, hug her, kiss her and tell her you’re sorry for ever doubting her.
“haven’t you done enough?” gen’s harsh words broke you from your trance, allowing mari to take over as you stood up.
“those strangers, they were gonna ruin everything,” she exclaimed, her brown almost black eyes finding yours, searching for some sort of understanding.
you wanted to understand, you really did, but that nagging feeling creeping up at the back of your throat, telling you that your chances of finally getting home were ruined stopped you, only looking at lottie with furrowed brows and an unsure stare.
“tell me you believe me, tell me you get why i had to do it,” she says to you and you only, dammed what the others thought, as long you understood her, as long as you supported her.
you chewed the skin of your bottom lip, softly grasping her arm as you led her towards the back of your shared hut, finally letting out the sigh you’d been keeping in.
“lot, i want to, i—i really do just—“ you paused, running a hand through your hair, eyes flitting back up to the red coating her chin, dark in contrast to her skin, the beaming rays of sun sauntering through the tree tops enhancing the colour.
“what if—what if they were our way home, what if— they could’ve been our way home lottie! and you just—“ you paused, swallowing your words, eyes stinging with tears.
the last thing you wanted was to make her feel bad, those big black eyes of hers tugging on your heart strings, almost begging you to forgive her and try and her see her reasoning behind it.
she stepped forward, her hands reaching for yours, the sticky blood on her hands coating yours as she held them, bringing you forward to her chest.
“i know i know, but it’s not our time yet, you have to believe me angel—it, it doesn’t want them here, they shouldn’t be here—they would’ve ruined everything,” she whispers, her voice soft as she spoke down to you, pleading with you to understand.
you only stood there, her eyes searching yours, searching for some kind of sign that you understood her reasons, that you weren’t scared of her.
“hey,” she says after a beat of silence, her one hand dropping yours in favour of grasping your chin, crimson red smearing across your jawline.
“talk to me, what are you thinking?” she asks, beady eyes trailing over your figure, her thumb gently trailing over your bottom lip.
right at that moment, that split second, with the sun peeking through the canopy of tree’s above you, shining behind her, accentuating her being, her skin almost glowing, you realised nothing she did would ever make you hate her.
how could you hate her with how soft she was handling you right now? how beautiful she looked, even with her face stained red; how on earth were you supposed to hate the one girl who had always loved you?
how were you meant to stay angry at her with the way she was looking at you, her eyes alone begging you to forgive her, to understand her, to talk to her.
“baby—“ she nervously spoke up again, only for you to cut her off by surging forward, your lips colliding with hers in chaste kiss, her lips moving against yours almost immediately.
your hands moved into her hair, her back colliding with the wooden structure of your shared hut, stray twigs scratching the skin of her back, but lottie couldn’t seem to care, not with the way your hands worshipped her body as though she were some god, your tongue nudging her lips apart to taste her, the metallic smell and twang of the blood coating her skin completely lost on you with how fervently you kissed her.
she pulled away momentarily, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, the faintest smile ghosting her lips.
“you’re right, they—they would’ve ruined everything,” you gasped out, pupils dilated, lips swollen and kiss bitten, the faint taste of blood on your tongue only spurring your need for her on. even if you didn’t believe it yourself, you’d do and say whatever you needed to, all so you could see that smile you loved so dearly.
“i trust you,” you whispered, reaching for her hand, your eyes falling to her fingers intertwining with yours.
“i knew you’d understand,” she hummed, her smile growing as she stepped closer to you, pulling your hand to her chest, slowly but surely dragging your intertwined fingers down and down, only dropping your hand once it reached the hem of her dress.
the side of your lips quirked up in a knowing smirk, your eyes cascading down to where your hand rested, bunching up her dress till your hand met the waistband of her underwear.
this time lottie lunged forward, forcing her tongue into your mouth, breathing you in as your hand snaked beneath the material of her underwear, crimson fingertips ghosting over her sensitive clit.
she gasped against your lips, pulling away to lean her forehead against yours, “don’t tease,” she whispered, moving her kisses to your jawline, dragging her teeth across your flesh.
this only spurred you on, eagerly rubbing at her aching bud, moving a finger down to ghost over her wetness, moaning out at the feel of her arousal coating your fingertips, her thighs almost clamping shut around your hand.
“fuck lottie,” you gasped out, shoving your index finger followed by your middle into her heat, her lips stilling against your skin at the intrusion, knees buckling as you immediately got to work, rough palm deliciously rubbing against her clit as your fucked her cunt with your fingers.
you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to taste her, hazardously dropping to your knees, keeping her bunched up dress to her abdomen, slowly slipping your fingers from her warmth, ghosting them over your lips before licking them clean, moaning at the taste of her on your tongue.
with an urgency you pulled her underwear to the side, immediately moving in to lap up her wetness, moving your unoccupied hand to lift her leg over your shoulder, getting all the more closer to your meal.
you breathed her essence in, getting lost in her sopping pussy as you heard her moan, head spinning as you ate her out like your life depended on it.
“taste so good,” you murmured, your tongue occasionally dipping between her folds, fucking her pathetic hole, tasting her sweetness before moving back to suck at her clit.
her moans only spurred you on, the shake of her thighs and the rapid rise and fall of her chest the usual indication of her oncoming orgasm.
“mhm feels so—so good,” she hummed, her hand snaking into your hair, gripping at the root to push your further into her, your tongue slipping back between her folds, fucking her cunt as your nose deliciously nudged her clit, her hips moving on their own accord, humping your face, using you to get off; just how you liked it.
“shit shit shit,” she whispered, her brows furrowed as you moved to suck harshly on her bud, clamping your lips shut over it, the graze of your teeth against her sensitive pearl the push she needed to get over the edge, gushing onto your tongue as you moved to lap up her orgasm.
lips and chin glistened as you pulled away, pupils blown as you looked up at her, her hand moving from your hair to your cheek, smearing her spend all along your mouth, beckoning you to stand.
you rose to your feet, hazy eyes looking up at her, the smile on her face only making you want to get down on your knees and worship her more.
she pulled you toward her, turning you both around as she shoved you against the hut, her hand resting on the base of your throat, lightly squeezing. tilting your chin up, she pressed her lips to yours, tasting herself on your tongue as she invaded your mouth with her own, panting into your lips as she came down from her own high.
“told you you’d see,” she hums against your lips, words muffled as she smiles into the kiss.
you were hers and nothing she or anyone did would change that.
lottie matthews x reader: dearest professor, have i told you how much i missed you?🔞
tags: nsfw, power dynamic, professor lottie x student reader with a pussy, lottie has a dick, piv sex, breeding, dirty talk, age gap
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There was rarely a day where you didn’t surprise your professor with a present. It was your personal form of praise for her being so productive.
Lottie rode the balance between a teacher that’s too lenient and a teacher that’s too unforgiving. She didn’t abstain from offering homework, but she didn’t make her assignments headache inducing. As long as you studied the material a decent amount and mostly came prepared to class, there’s a guarantee you’d pass with an A. Lottie wasn’t one of those professors that set you up to fail. She wanted to see you succeed. She wanted academic excellence out of you.
Obviously, there’s only so much a professor can do to intervene if you’re falling behind. This is college, not high school. You guys weren’t babies that needed your hands held anymore. Your future was dependent on your own effort, not on how much your teacher pampered you.
Though, you know that due to your constant pleasantness and willingness to participate in class and complete assignments on time, you were no doubt Lottie’s favorite student. She tried to conceal that fact from the others. But considering your nearly perfect streak, it was hard not to express constant admiration for you.
“Oh, doll,” Lottie sighs, smiling as you hand her a new case to keep her pens and markers in. “Oh, you shouldn’t have. Really, you’re just too kind.”
“No need to thank me,” you giggle with a grin. “I’m always happy to help.”
“You little teacher’s pet,” Lottie teases, stroking your cheek.
Your heart skips a beat as Lottie refers to you with that nickname. Christ, you needed to get laid, and fast.
The class proceeds as usual. You're an active participant during the lesson. You raise your hand often and don't hold back from asking Dr. Matthews questions. However, you also ensure your questions are important to the lesson, and you don't bombard her with stupidity in the form of inquiries.
During the class discussion, you make sure to outshine everyone else. You make your opinions known and voice your disagreements with other students fairly and professionally. You were always a wonder to have in Dr. Matthews' class. She was always excited to see what you had to say.
By the time class ends, your smile hasn't been wiped off of your face. Everyone is packing their bags and hurrying out the door so they can leave. You follow their actions, prepared to head home from your final class of the day. However, Lottie stops you in your tracks.
"Y/N," Lottie calls your name. "Can you stay after class with me?"
Two people become nosy and stop packing momentarily.
"The rest of you may leave," Lottie urges gently, a polite way of telling the others to get the fuck out of her classroom.
Once everyone else has shuffled out, Lottie invites you to sit by her desk. You pull up a chair and blush as her veiny hand plays with your outer thigh.
"Is something wrong, Dr. Matthews?" You ask nervously. "Have I been falling behind in class?"
Lottie chuckles. "Analyze your performance ever since this semester began and tell me if you think you haven't been caught up."
You ponder for a second, then you realize the answer was glaringly obvious. "S-Sorry, Dr. Matthews. You're right."
"Don't apologize to me, darling," Lottie says smoothly. "I just don't believe in selling yourself short. You don't believe I'm letting you stay here to talk about bad grades, do you?"
"I have to be honest when I say that was my first thought, Dr. Matthews. That's why I was confused."
"Well, I hope I've cleared up that confusion then," Lottie whispers, bringing her face closer to yours. "Wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea, would we?"
"Dr. Matthews," you stutter, your heart fluttering in your chest. You fidget with your fingers, unsure of what response you should anticipate from your professor. You couldn't deny that you felt a semi-deep connection with her. However, you two never met for one-on-one tutoring like this. Did Lottie hold these tutoring or conference sessions often, or did she make an exception for you?
"Your class is not the only one I teach," Lottie states, never removing eye contact from you. "I have a variety of students. Some have better work ethics than others. Some are more shy and less eager to participate in class. Some are better essay writers than others. Some are even more argumentative with their peers compared to others."
Lottie pats you on the back with her free hand, quite literally.
"But, out of all the students I currently teach, there's none that can compare to you. Believe me, I tried. I tried finding a student that could match your wits and helpful attitude in the classroom. Some have attempted to come close. But you truly stand on your own."
"D-Dr. Matthews," you respond. "I…to be honest…I…the words. I can't find the words for what I wanna say. All I can say is thank you…but I know that's not enough."
"Y/N," Lottie shushes, now squeezing down on your thigh. "Don't put pressure on yourself to come up with an elaborate speech. I can see the gratitude in your eyes. I also see a lot of shock, though. Were you really that clueless about being my favorite student?"
You had a hunch. However, the confirmation itself blew you away.
"I-I'm honored, professor. I'm honored. That's so kind of you. Kind doesn't even begin to describe it. I-I…listen, I—"
"I'm honored to have you as a student," Lottie compliments with a wink. "I'm the one who should feel honored, if anything. None of the students in my other classes achieve the same level of excellence that you have."
Lottie rises from her desk and circles your seated body.
"How does it feel, Y/N? How does it feel knowing that you are my star student?"
Fantastic, admirable even.
"Dr. Matthews, it f-feels… It's so… there's no words for it. I don't know how to feel."
"You're hiding something," Lottie speculates, smirk not fading. "I don't fully buy your shock. I think there's another part of your feelings you're not telling me about, like you were expecting this."
"Dr. Matthews, I'm not sure what you're referring to."
Lottie narrows her eyes and playfully wags her finger at you.
"Do you trust me, Y/N?"
"O-Of course!" You declare. "I probably trust you more than any professor I currently have or know."
"Mm," Lottie hums. "Yet, you're afraid to open up to me. Do you fear my reaction? Do you fear a possible rejection, even with someone you connected with on a level stronger than student and professor?"
You itch the side of your head. "Dr. Matthews, y-you're being really vague. Not to be rude, b-but your words are confusing me."
"Darling," Lottie exhales. "We can both sit here and pretend I'm talking nonsense. We can continue this game, letting this meeting go on longer than necessary. Or, you can be honest about your feelings, and maybe it'll pay off."
Your posture changes, your shoulders slouching as you shrink into your skin. You want to locate the nearest hole or tunnel and never crawl out of it. Your eye contact has worsened, and you're expecting a humiliating comment from your teacher in about five seconds.
"This doesn't sound like a student who trusts me," Lottie says, not trying to intimidate you, but successfully doing so anyway.
There's no way this conversation can go well. But, you're getting worse at hiding your motives for working to ensure you remain Lottie's good noodle.
"You look so scared," Lottie assumes. "Fear is natural. But you'll never know what chances you missed out on if you didn't take that leap. I know professors tend to give lessons on becoming book smart to their students. So, I'm going to teach you how to be a little street smart, starting with taking risks."
Said risk could fuck up Lottie's entire career. Said risk could lead to your expulsion. Said risk could be discovered if students investigated the crystal-clear bias Lottie exhibited.
Some things aren't meant to be practiced outside of fantasy. That's the beauty of imagination, dreaming up scenarios to your liking without consequences. There's a freedom that the real world doesn't provide.
Lottie grabs both of your cheeks with her hands and cups them. She squishes them together, like you're the cutest fish she's seen in an aquarium.
"I won't reward you for your shyness," Lottie claims. "But we both know what I will reward you for."
"A-And what is that, Dr. M-Matthews?"
"Come on, doll. You know you don't need me to spell it out. I can tell what's running through that beautiful mind."
She's tempting, you must admit. The worst Lottie could say is no. Actually, you understand that there may be more severe consequences to telling a professor you're madly in love with them. However, Lottie doesn't seem like the type to kiss and tell. She definitely wouldn't alert the deans if you made your secret public to her. Plus, was there a chance Lottie reciprocated those feelings? You miss 100 percent of the shots you refuse to take.
"Dr. Matthews, can I…"
"Can you what, darling? Be specific with your professor. Tell me exactly what you need."
You sincerely hope Lottie doesn't loathe you after this.
"Professor, my feelings for you aren't normal," you confess, that boulder still not fully lifted off your shoulders yet.
"There's no such thing as abnormal feelings," Lottie reassures. "There's just feelings. They are neither good nor bad. They are always neutral. It's the context of those feelings that matters."
"I see your point, Dr. Matthews. But I cannot defend these feelings. There's nothing natural about them, especially considering the dynamic we have in the classroom."
"Impossible. I'd prefer you voice them to me, however 'unnatural' you believe your feelings and emotions are."
Fuck, this anticipation is going to consume you whole. Lottie had a solid argument. Enough of the waiting games. Get on with the speech already.
"I-I have a crush on you," you immediately blurt out. "Professor, I have a crush on you! It's not an ordinary or platonic one. It's real. F-Fuck, it's so real. I-I've had—"
"I knew it," Lottie cuts off your next sentence, her beam triumphant. "I knew my suspicions were correct."
Now more questions rushed through your mind. How long has she known? Were you that atrocious at hiding your attraction? Did she plan to report you for the horrendous crime of having a crush on a faculty member?
"W-Wait, but how did you…"
"Doll," Lottie chuckles again. "I could smell your crush from a mile away. I call you a teacher's pet in jest, but I know you've been making vast attempts to appease me at every second. My approval is what you crave, right?"
You're so terrified of saying something ridiculous and getting booted out of Lottie's class. You hide your face in embarrassment as Lottie fixates her gaze on you. Her gaze is intense, but not baleful. She doesn't want to hurt you. She just wants to coax every ounce of truth out of your mind.
"I-I'm sorry, Dr. Matthews. I hope t-this doesn't ruin our relationship, but if it does, I c-completely understand. This is s-so inappropriate and not acceptable, and you have e-every right to be pissed at me."
Lottie consoles you with another caress to the cheek. "Settle down, my dear. It's okay. You're alright. I have no anger towards you. Why would I encourage you to reveal something so private, only to belittle you?"
“I-I appreciate your kind reaction, professor. But I—I’m terrified of what this will mean for our relationship. L-Like, it’s never gonna be the same again. You’re n-never gonna look at me the same way.”
“That might not be an issue,” Lottie muses. “Were you planning to keep this secret under wraps forever? Did you understand that not telling me wouldn’t change anything? Were you banking on the idea that I wouldn’t feel the same way?”
“I—I mean,” you pause. “T-There’s no way you do. T-This is highly inappropriate. I can beg you not to g-go to the dean. But if you do…I can’t fault you for that.”
“Once again,” Lottie emphasizes. “If I wanted this information hidden from me, I wouldn’t have given you a little push to say it. I would be contradicting myself.”
“S-So you’re not upset at me?” You ponder. “You don’t hate me? You don’t think I’m a bad student now? You don’t think I’m the Antichrist?”
“You’re cute when you’re dramatic,” Lottie snorts. “No, I don’t believe any of these exaggerated things. I admire your bravery. Your honesty is what I’m paying attention to most at the moment. It took major guts for you to say this to my face.”
She peels your hands away from your face.
“Hey, look at me. It’s okay. I’m right here. You’re not alone in this. Don’t be nervous. I’m not going anywhere.”
You nod, shoving your hands in your pockets with a quivering lip.
“There you go, just relax. I don’t want you to feel afraid to speak with me about personal matters. Relax yourself. Take a deep breath.”
You inhale, attempting to control your breathing before exhaling. However, the ‘breath in and out’ method parroted by useless high school counselors doesn’t exterminate your nerves.
“Do you know why I was dying to know this fact?” Lottie studies your jittery facial expressions and body language.
You shake your head.
“Those nosy little glances,” Lottie says. “Oh, you would always look away right when I caught you. But, when I pretended they weren’t there, you took your time with ogling me, undressing me with your eyes perhaps. Your glances always lingered, from my face all the way down to my legs. Lord, if I were grading you based on how well you concealed your blatant crush, it’d be the one time I would give you an F.”
You open your mouth to interrupt, but Lottie drags a finger down your lips and continues.
“I always wondered when you were going to announce your crush. I waited for a while, but it never progressed. You probably assumed there were only downsides to confessing, so you kept it bottled up and strictly to daydreams and what-ifs.”
“What could have been,” you add on. “What could have been possible if we weren’t student and professor? It seemed so evil that the world gave two people who bonded so well a relationship that would be unethical to pursue romantically.”
“Or sexually,” Lottie purrs. “Don’t blush. I know all those fantasies couldn’t have only been innocent.”
You gulp particularly hard, scraping your nails against the chair. Lottie hovers over you, her eyes promising the afternoon of a lifetime. Yet, you still haven’t fully processed how Lottie hasn’t thrown you out of the class and reported you to a dean yet. You should be facing expulsion. You should be getting referrals. You were at least expecting a drastic drop to your grade. Why was this going kind of smoothly? The lack of apprehension from Lottie made you tense. She was way too calm for a confession from a student.
“I won’t persuade you to reveal any specifics of those fantasies, my dear. However, I want you to know that my encouragement has purpose. Do you remember my speech at the beginning, that I wouldn’t reward you for your shyness but I could reward you for something else?”
“Y-Yes, professor. The last part felt vague, though. Not to question your judgment or anything! I’m just saying some clarification wouldn’t hurt.”
“You want some clarification?” Lottie’s voice drops to a husky tone. “You know, this closure you’re looking for is part of the whole ‘wanting approval from your professor’ thing. You are a teacher’s pet at heart, without trying.”
“I-I-I… I think—“
“Don’t get defensive,” Lottie tuts. “When professors compliment you, you accept that praise. You don’t fight it or go against it. You say thank you like a good student, especially if you wanna remain my teacher’s best.”
Lottie steps an inch closer and boldly grabs at your ass.
“And teacher’s pets are the ones who get rewarded. Not slackers who don’t do shit but then email me the day before I put grades in to beg me to let them make up homework. Not average students who participate and do their work but don’t make a name for themselves and mostly remain under the radar. No, it’s my students who cherish me the most that get their fantasies fulfilled.”
“Good,” Lottie hums approvingly. “A teacher’s pet is a suck-up. That means they do whatever I request. And they don’t object to anything. So, if professor tells you to take those compliments, you will do so.”
“I-I understand,” you reply.
“Very good.” Lottie closes more of the space between you and her. Her breath practically ghosts over the nape of your neck, allowing every hair to stand tall. “Now, before I go on to begin rewarding you for this courage you’ve displayed, I need you to follow another order of mine. Can you do that for me, baby?”
Baby? Oh god, your knees were like jello. “Y-Yeah, w-whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want,” Lottie rasps. “Whatever I want from my sexy little teacher’s pet.”
Fuck, your heart pounded in your chest more than an expert drummer pounded on his percussion instruments. Lottie had the voice of a siren, luring you in deeper into the ocean. Except the ocean in this scenario was extreme public displays of affection. Oh, what a polite way to put it. As if Lottie was only going to cuddle you and turn on her favorite sitcom and call it a day. Because Lottie would totally waste your time if she only wanted you guys to be handholding buddies. No, you were being dragged into a relationship that crosses multiple societal boundaries. Yet, the thrill of that made you somewhat inquisitive and not completely opposed to Lottie’s bait.
“Stand up and lean against the desk for me,” Lottie commands, her tone brooking no argument.
You immediately obey the command as if you were a regular student being given a task or an assignment. Perhaps the brainstorming stage to writing a final essay worth no grade less than an A plus.
However, the result is not up to par. Lottie creates a spinning gesture with her finger, signaling for you to turn around. Instead of your back being against the desk, your ass is now sticking out, and your back is to Lottie.
“That’s it,” Lottie articulates, beginning to unbuckle the belt to her dress pants. “Keep that position for me. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
“D-Dr. Matthews—“
“Shhhh, you’re fine. You’re fine. You’re exactly where you want to be. This is exactly what you need.”
She tosses the belt aside, and it lands perfectly on one of the student’s desks. Lottie pulls her pants down until they drop to the floor with a plop. Her boxers are free, and she presses her crotch up against your butt from behind.
“P-Professor,” you whimper, instantly feeling her bulge rubbing your ass.
“Are you a virgin?” Lottie asks out of the blue.
“W-What? Wait, what?”
“Simple question, darling. Or, maybe you’d like me to give you the vulgar version.”
She plants an array of kisses on your neck, nipping at your skin after every 4th one.
“Have you ever had a cock filling you up? Have you ever had a cock pumping inside of you? Hm? Have you even seen a cock up close?”
“N-No, it’s new to me.” Your voice quavers. “F-Fuck, sorry. I promise I—I’m not that nervous.”
“It’s okay if you are,” Lottie whispers, peeling her boxers off and revealing a third leg of a cock. She smacks the monster in her pants against your thigh, smearing a bead of precum on your skin. “Feel that, baby? Feel what you do to me?”
You haven’t checked behind you, but you can guess that Lottie’s massive. You’re not sure how she’ll manage to fit inside you, and you’ll bet at least 5 grand that your pussy will be too tight to accommodate her fully.
“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this?” Lottie husks. “How long I've been waiting for you to admit that you liked me? How long I’ve been browsing for an excuse to hook up with you? Do you know there’s a night where I couldn’t fall asleep without pumping my cock in my hand until ropes of jizz spurted out, thinking of all the ways I could fuck you?”
“Professor,” you loudly gasp at the lewd declaration. “P-Professor, please. I-I don’t want you to stop talking, sorry. I’m just… I’m a bundle of nerves.”
“I can tell, baby. Just relax. It’s okay to get excited. I’ll treat you well. I won’t make you regret your confession. Just take it easy and let an older woman do the work, yeah?”
Lottie tears open the back of your pants, eliciting a whine from you. Your white underwear is now exposed, and Lottie palms at your ass. She could cum just from staring at your goods. She’s so glad she finally obtained the opportunity to analyze your exquisite body up close, an opportunity she previously didn’t know would be possible.
“Fuck, baby. Oh my god. Fuck, I could just grind against you and cum like that. I can’t imagine how amazing it must feel to be inside you.”
Lottie wraps her hands around your waist. One of her hands slithers down and meets your crotch. One flick of her finger, and she recovers drops of wetness from the source.
“Baby, you’re fucking achinggg. Shit, I bet rubbing my cock along your slit would make you drenched. Fuck, it’s so hard not to cum just from watching your little shaky movements. I know that pussy’s gonna feel so good.”
“Professor, o-oh my god.” You draw in a sharp breath. “Fuck, I really don’t know if I can handle this. I don’t know if I can take it. This is so intense. This is so much for a first time.”
“I know, baby. I know. But good teacher’s pets can handle it. They can handle a fat cock in their tight hole. They always take their professor’s cock when they’re asked to.”
“I—I want to be good for you,” you whimper. “I wanna be really good for you.”
“I know you do, sweetheart.” Lottie harshly yanks your underwear to the ground, putting your slick cunt on display. “Fucking hell, you’re so fucking sexy. Look at that perfect cunt. This is about to be the most satisfying pussy I’ve ever fucked.”
Truthfully, Lottie wouldn’t mind destroying you. She’s bound to fuck your brains out, to reshape your pussy so it fits only Lottie’s cock alone.
“Breathe, darling. Just prepare yourself to take me. I know your pussy won’t be completely loose the first time around. Just bear with me. It’s gonna be a lot, but you’ll be okay.”
“I trust you,” you respond. “I—I trust you, professor.”
“So good for me. This is gonna be a good fuck. I can already tell. Shit, it’ll be hard not to cream inside you the second I slide in.”
Lottie does a shallow thrust forward. Her tip brushes in between your folds. Your breath hitches as you feel the swollen head poking at your damp pussy.
“Easy, easy,” Lottie encourages.
She’s barely in, and you’re already reduced to a squirming mess. Holy fuck, this minute was going to feel like an entire hour. Not in a tedious way, though. More like a suspenseful one.
Then, you experience a sudden penetration and release a high-pitched gasp. Lottie pants, adjusting to the way your warm pussy grips her cock. She’s hardly able to fit more inches inside, and she’s aware she’s at the disadvantage of cumming early if she can fill that cunt with all nine of her inches.
“Jesus Christ,” Lottie grunts. “Oh fuck, fuck. Your pussy’s so fucking good. Holy shit, you’ve got such a good pussy. You’re so hot, baby. Can you feel how hot you are?”
You can’t create a response on the spot. The concept of focus is out of your reach.
“Don’t tell me I’ve already broken my favorite student,” Lottie teases, not pounding you with significant force so soon. “It’d be a shame to find a new teacher’s pet. I’m not sure any student is willing to be as much of a slut as you.”
You anticipate that the railing of a lifetime is coming. But Lottie’s slightly afraid your pussy will crumble if her thrusts are only fast and deep.
“Slut,” you repeat, Lottie’s hips slamming a tad quicker. “S-Slut for you, just for you. O-Oh shit, you’re so fucking big. Damn it, p-professor. You’re huge.”
“Oh, you flatter me,” Lottie jokes, spanking you with her palm. “Hold yourself up, dearest. That way, I can put all my attention on making those pretty legs shake.”
It’s a concert of pure filth in that classroom. The mix of moans from both parties, skin meeting and plapping together, and the desk wobbling as you hold onto it like you’re on a ledge and it’s the only thing preventing you from collapsing and becoming the next cadaver in the graveyard. If any administrator accidentally wandered into the room and saw the scene in front of them, Lottie’s whole academic career would be toast. She may never find a job again, not even one outside of education. But the consequences are an afterthought.
Lottie would have you plugged for days if she could. If she were only a devious professor that thrived off of mortification, she’d force you to shove a buzzing vibrator up your cunt and wear it each day you had her class. However, as adorable as Lottie found your embarrassment, her sexual plans aren’t fun to execute if you’re not equally entertained. You are a willing performer in this depraved show, though. Lottie’s the only audience you desire.
“Take it,” Lottie groans. “Oh, fuck. Take it; take it for me. Take that big cock, baby. Fuck, I’ll fuck you so good that you’ll pass out. Nothing else is worth cumming in more than that juicy cunt. Ungh, fuck.”
Your fear is hastily replaced by yearning. You don’t fret if the other students will catch onto the affair. You and Lottie will be careful. You’ll both devise a plan that won’t arouse suspicion from faculty or classmates. It’ll work out. Dr. Matthews is smart. You can trust her.
“Professor!” You writhe as Lottie angles her hips. “Fuck, yes. You’re so deep inside me. Shit, I-I can feel you against my stomach. Holy crap, fuck. I-I—hah!”
Apparently, Lottie possessed intelligence in the bedroom too. Her type of smarts was not only limited to books and research.
“I love watching my favorite student get used like a whore,” Lottie growls. “Fuck, this is a true teacher’s pet, not just someone who offers to carry my purse or hand out papers. A real teacher’s pet lets their professor use them like a fleshlight. Isn’t that right?”
“Y-Yes!” You cry out loudly. “Y-Yes, I’m your best whore. I deserve to get fucked for being a good student. I-I need it so bad!”
Lottie’s balls twitch. The one thing you’re not doing a superb job of is deterring her from nutting too quick. Then again, you won’t complain if you feel creamy white ropes shoot inside of your slippery pussy.
“Whose cunt is this? Who owns this cunt? Who does this cunt belong to?”
“Y-You, professor,” you answer like a star student. “F-Fuck, it’s all yours. Free to do whatever you want with it.”
“Fuck, I’m so fucking close,” Lottie announces. “Shit, I wanna cum so hard inside of that perfect pussy. Do you want your professor to breed you, baby? Hm? Do you want your professor to knock you up with her seed?”
Oh goodness, now the threat of pregnancy? Whatever, Lottie’s the one person you’d be eager to serve as an incubator for. You want her seed swimming inside of you. You want your womb fertilized by your own professor’s cum. It’s so harrowingly dirty, but so fucking right.
You’re in proximity of your own orgasm too. Your pussy flutters and spasms around your professor’s cock. Your pussy’s begging for a form of release.
“Are you close too, baby? Do you want to cum on your professor’s cock? Do you want to cum while I pump you full of hot seed? Yeah, do you want to milk your professor’s shaft like a good slut?”
“Y-Yes!” You plead in desperation. “Please cum in me, professor. Please, cum in me. Fuck, please fill me up. I’ll be so good. Just please fill me till it’s leaking out.”
“Such a naughty student,” Lottie murmurs. “Such a dirty fucking whore for me, begging your professor to give you a baby. You’re so fucking nasty. Shit, I love it. I really do.”
After a minute, Lottie lets out a loud guttural noise. She punctuates her roars with intense thrusts, spurting all of her salty cream inside of your sensitive cunt. While she’s filling you until you struggle to walk, you squirt around Lottie’s cock. Streams of clear liquid gush from your pussy, spraying Lottie’s shaft with your arousal.
“T-Thank you,” you wail, still letting the aftershocks electrocute you. “F-Fuck, so much. So fucking much. W-We’re making a fucking mess.”
“Best…type of mess…to make.” Lottie’s panting nonstop like a dog on a hot summer day. She doesn’t pull out of you once her seed’s planted inside. She doesn’t wish to immediately lose the feeling of a snug, wet blanket trapping her cock. If she didn’t have to pull out eventually, Lottie never would.
There’s a large moment of silence. Both of you settle into your new reality, your new relationship away from the typical college norms. It’s a sort of post-nut clarity that overwhelms Lottie with more emotions than just arousal.
Lottie pulls you to her chest, hugging you like you’re a small teddy bear. You whine happily at the contact, noticing drops of Lottie’s cum running down your leg.
“You ripped my pants,” you remind your professor with a laugh. Now how are you going to get home?
“Don’t worry, we’ll work something out,” Lottie promises. “Let’s just stay here together for now. We both could use some cooling off. Then, when we’re ready, we’ll discuss some…extra credit you can accomplish.”
༘⋆ obsessed!Nat who loves to sit next to you during classes everytime she has the opportunity and that ugly rat- i mean boyfriend of yours isnt near bothering and taking all of your attention, because these little moments are one her biggest opportunities to talk to you, gossip about anything and try to see if there's at least a small chance that you like girls???
༘⋆ obsessed!Nat whose favorite time of the week is when the team have soccer match because that means she can shower u with lots of compliments without sounding weird (so in love with you) cuz for her you're one of the best players in the team, and also take it as an opportunity to ask you for advices and why not? train together everyday after classes so nat can improve her game (pass more time with you) <33
༘⋆ obsessed!Nat who sometimes finds her obsession with you weird because how comes the most “i dont give a fuck abt anything” girl is now giving too much fuck about someone and is now tracking down that ugly boyfriend of yours to see if hes cheating or something so she can tell you and enjoy how you break w him on front of everyone, cuz that means she will a chance with you.
༘⋆ anddd obsessed!Nat who got bored of tracking him down because she now discovered a whole new level of nerd thanks to your ”boyfriend” she almost finished her packs of cigs and he was still stuck at the library reading and reading some boring shit and not talking to anyone, not even some girl that help her caught him red handed or something, but the real question is how can *you* the coolest girl ever, be with such a loser?? how did you never got bored of just hearing him yap about some nothingburger comic?? maybe that's why she never saw you kissing or closer with him, and thanks to that Nat now knows that you need some real fun and she’ll make sure she is the one making you have it, because Nat needs to steal you from that man who’s making u lose your time and be with someone who really loves you and that's her!!!!
༘⋆ so its all set up, during that party some random is gonna throw in a few days Nat's gonna confess her feelings, and she's confident, not because shes kinda obsessed with you and tired of waiting (she is) but also bc it never went unnoticed to her how sometimes you looked at her while she was writing something during class, it always made her sweat and fuck up whatever she was writing, but she never moved because you looking at her made her feel that god heard her non existent prayers and made her feel like she might have a chance? whatever mixed signals you were giving her had nat jumping full of joy mentally
༘⋆ and when the day comes, everyone’s wasted and as soon she spot you with Tai and Van, Nat takes her last shot of whatever deadly combination of drinks kevyn made for her bc for sure she will need some alcoholic encourage to express her love and how she capable of kissing the floor you walk.
༘⋆ she just takes you to a more "safe of men and that ugly rat you have as a bf" space and lets everything out in a kinda “im sorry doll dont hate me but you look way too gay to be with a man, especially that ONE” way while looking at your bf who is talking with jeff and his group (how did he managed to not get bullied by them? she doesnt know and doesnt care lowk)
༘⋆ Nat’s heart did a 180 backflip inside her chest when she saw your beautiful smile just got wider after her confession and a “oh my.. nat are you serious” from you made her sweat like she has been in a marathon, were you expecting this orr…
“yeah why would i lie” she let a nervous giggle and with that something she never expected happened
༘⋆ you just threw yourself into her arms?? and started kissing her??? It was a short, nervous but sweet kiss, both of you nervous as hell but Nat is now confused because why are you cheating on your rat in front of everyone??
༘⋆ but anygays would he mind if she kinda wanna kiss his girlfriend? again after she made the first move?
“NONONO HES NOT MY BOYFRIEND DUMBASS” you let that out almost yelling, do you really look that straight??
༘⋆ u couldnt even hide your excitement because you’ve been waiting for her to make the first move, since you were such a pussy to do that, especially in the toxic world you're all living but now who give a single fuck, the beautiful girl you have been crushing for ages, the one who isnt afraid of showing who she is, dont give a fuck about anything (she now do and thanks to you) is now confessing how much she loves you, and ofc you wont miss the opportunity to kiss her again and again and again, after all everyone is wasted right now.
༘⋆ Nat couldnt believe when you told her that he’s just your childhood friend who got recently transferred and thats why you were close, helping him adapt to the highschool and everything, nat now knows she kinda fucked up by calling him names, tracking him down and deliberately hating him but thats on another topic.
༘⋆ but what she REALLY can't believe is when you confessed that you liked her as well!!!
“I dont know if it's maybe the moonlight who have horny powers, this moment or whatever but… wanna go to my house?” Nat just kissed you as an answer, she’s not gonna waste the opportunity to have you all for herself this night and is gonna make sure you wake up in her arms everyday by now<3
pairing(s): post-crash!natalie scatorccio x fem!reader
summary: after you return home from the wilderness you don’t talk to your girlfriend natalie so she breaks into your house.
warning(s): unedited work, angsty angst, not too much plot just an idea i hadddd.
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natalie wasn’t sure the exact moment you slipped through her fingers. she was sure it could’ve been the ride home, you barely looked at her. your hands were shaking and she saw how scared you were to go back. you didn’t even sit beside her though. you sat in a far corner alone.
she assumed what was going on in your mind was the same the same thing that went through hers. all the empty seats of your missing teammates and coaches. the memories of everything you had done to survive.
how were you going to adjust to life again?
she didn’t have time to talk to you before you went home. she’d call your house and your parents would say you weren’t home but she knew you were.
it was a late tuesday after noon but she longed for your warm touch so
she had climbed through your window “nat, what are you doing here?” you had gasped when she climbed through knocking some of your stuff over. “breaking and entering seems to be the only way to reach you.” she joked.
you didn’t even crack a smile.
your arms wrapped around yourself as you stood almost as far away as you could. it had been so long since she had seen you on so clean. you almost looked just like you used to, you were just missing the light behind your eyes.
“you’ve been avoiding me.” natalie speaks softly, she feels stupid not knowing what to do with her hands as she shifts over and over in nervousness. you don’t respond for a few beats just stared at her boots for a few moments.
“you shouldn’t be here.” you avoided her words finally meeting her eyes. there’s something she can’t read in them. “my parents will freak if they see you here.” she doesn’t understand what she had dome and why you wouldn’t talk to her.
“can you tell me what i did?” her voice is desperate, it’s almost embarrassing. she needed you, honestly she did. she needed you more than anything. you were her humanity, you were what kept her alive in those woods.
nights were spent cuddled up, warm lips pressing against each other in soft kisses and whispers and promises of love. now you could barely even look at her.
“my parents.” you cleared your throat, she watched you pick at your bottom lip. a nervous tick you had. “they kind of just wanna forget about the whole thing.” you whispered and her eyebrows not quite understanding where this was going. “and i want to.”
she doesn’t understand.
“what is that supposed to mean?” she laughed in nervousness, her palms are sweaty as she takes a step towards you.
you take a step back.
“i think we should break up.”
a piece of her shatters as her eyes filled with tears “what?” her shoulders rise and fall with every breath. there’s a million thoughts going through her head that it’s hard to grasp on one. “i’m sorry nat.”
you seem sorry and you really were.
“what changed?” the question catches you off guard “i mean i get us home like i promised you and you just wanna break up.” she shakes her head, her voice raising slightly. she’s upset more than upset.
she’s hurt.
after everything you promised each other.
you’re just giving it up.
“m-my parents-“ “bullshit!” she scoffed at your response “you’ve never cared about what they thought.” she was right, she knew from the way you looked at her with your glossy eyes. the same one you had looked at her with when you told her you loved her for the first time.
your shoulders slumped and you sat at the edge of your bed, you looked up at her “i can’t be with you.” she shook her head in disbelief “i just can’t.”
she didn’t understand.
she couldn’t understand.
“no.” she walked closer to you, the moonlight reflected on your skin. she just needed to hold you for a moment, remind you of all the love she had from you “natalie.” you stuck out your hand stopping her from walking closer.”i can’t”
warm tears shed from your eyes, your bottom lip quivers as you stare up at her. “i love you nat-“
“then why are you leaving?”
“because you’re a reminder.” your response was fast and it felt like a stab to the heart. “i can’t look at you without remembering.” you sighed hiding your face in your hands “i don’t wanna remember nat but every time i see you all i do is remember. i remember everything, i can’t stop thinking about the things we did. i just wanna forget.”
“you wanna forget how much i loved you?” your eyes shot up to her at her words. she had never admitted how much she loved you and in this moment she regretted not telling you before. it was you and it had always been you.
it would always be you.
you stand up and she thinks you’re going to hug her “natalie, we ate a fucking kid.” there’s a pause “we fucking ate jackie.” you shake your head looking at her “do you know what it’s like looking at her parents knowing that i ate their daughter?” you sniffled wiping your tears “natty baby.” you cried, it was a silly nickname that she had grown fond of “we tortured coach ben and mari! fuck! mari’s dead. i watched her die!”
“i know, i know.” she cups your face in her hands “i know it’s hard and i wanna forget too but you were the best thing to come out of those woods.” she wiped your tears from your face “i love you i promise i do.” you stared at her, a frown etched on your pretty face.
“i want you to leave.”
natalie felt her heart shatter, her hands dropped from your face and she doesn’t understand. “i-…..i don’t understand, i can’t…. i can’t just forget us. i’m nothing without you.” she cried
“natalie please leave.” you sobbed so hard you began to hiccup “ “i don’t have a purpose, you’re my purpose.” she admitted “is that what you wanna hear? because it’s true, it’s always been true! i am nothing without you.” right there, she dropped down onto her knees in front of you.
it hit you for a moment.
she was bowing down to you. the same way the girls had done to her when they had crowned her queen. she was devoting herself to you.
but before you could speak your bedroom door swung open “what the hell is going on?!” your light flicked on your father busting in with a bat in hand. his eyes flickered between you and the girl who was kneeling on the floor before you and then the items that had fallen and then the open window.
“what the hell are you doing in my house?” your father’s face contorted to anger and as he moved to walk towards her, nat was quick as she moved to her feet going quickly to climb out your open window. “hey!” your father yelled but you stepped in his way “let her go.”
he looks between you and natalie again as she climbed out your window. he sighed shaking his head “you stay away from that girl, y/n.” he told you moving to your window this time to lock it. “if i see her around here again i’m calling the cops.
you stared at the floor, you were so tired and drained that you just wanted to collapse. you were deciding if you did the right thing.
“do you understand?” he asked pointing at you.
“yeah…. i do.”
a/n: was a little iffy on how to end the fic but i think it’s good here. thank you for reading and feel free to request.
thinking about season three shauna with a crybaby reader…..
warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing
a/n: first drabble on this account!! i haven’t written in literally months so sorry if this is rusty also the ending is a little rushed 😭😭 but my requests are open, so pls pls send them in!!
shauna couldn’t stand you. she couldn’t stand your perpetually wobbly lip or your constantly teary eyes. she couldn’t stand the little almost silent whines you let out when you were upset or overwhelmed. she couldn’t stand the way that you still resorted to tears after everything, everything that they had been through out here, what you had been through. but here you were, still blubbering over every inconvenience. but most of all she couldn’t stand the fact that every time she saw a tear drip down your cheek, her heart clenched in a way that made her chest ache. fuck
it didn’t help that your hut, that you shared with gen and robin, was almost right next to hers. that after especially ‘hard’ days, ones where the team had been arguing or one of the animals had to be slaughtered for meat, she could hear your sniffles and hiccups through the thin stick walls. gen and robin tried to help of course, tried to be supportive, but nothing could ever really console you. you would only stop long enough for gen and robin to presumably go to sleep before shauna would hear those familiar little weeps start up again.
when shauna was finally put in charge, she used this new found power as an opportunity to shut you up herself. she was tired of hearing your fucking whining at night, of seeing you wiping at your eyes. at least that’s what she told herself. it had nothing to do with the pang in her lower stomach everytime she hears your breath hitch, or sees your eyes glaze over with tears. nothing to do with the way her hand with drift down between her thighs some nights, thinking of you looking at her with that same look. nope. nothing at all.
it only took one day of her being in charge before she heard the sound of voices in the hut next to hers, followed by a hiccup of yours. she could tell right away that you were crying, and she knew it likely had to do with coach ben’s death. you were in the collective that believed that he would lead the team home in some way, that he was the bridge. so natalie’s actions had just wrecked you.
shauna’s face morphed into a small smirk at the sound and she is immediately making her way out of her own hut and into yours. you were sitting on your makeshift bed with robin on one side of you, rubbing your back comfortingly while gen paced around, actively talking about something. the presence of your new leader at the entrance of your hut drew all of the attention in the room, even your sniffles silencing as you looked up to meet the eyes of the girl.
“get up” shauna grumbled, eyes glued on you. her hand flicked out, making a ‘come here’ motion with two of her fingers. it was almost condescending the way she called, as if she knew that there was no way you could refuse. which really, could you?
you were confused by the sudden command, who wouldn’t be. but it was shauna, everyone knew better to refuse her wishes. especially now that lottie had put her in power. your legs were wobbly as you stood up and hesitantly took a few steps forward. before you could question her, shauna’s calloused hand was wrapping around your wrist and giving a tug, turning on her heel.
she gave you no time to protest, to think even, before she was dragging you the few feet into her own hut. “shauna wh-“ you go to ask but before you can a hand is pressing over your mouth, pushing you against the hut wall with a soft thump. “shut the fuck up” shauna huffs, but the way her thumb rubs under your eye is nothing but gentle. a complete contrast to her harsh words. “i hear your every night, you know?” she continues, taking a step closer until her chest was pressing against yours, crowding you against the wall. but it wasn’t suffocating, instead it was almost comforting, grounding. “do you know how aggravating it is to listen to your sniffles every night while i’m trying to fucking sleep”
you go to say something but all that comes out is muffled vibrations against her hand. “shush” shauna grunts, but her hand drops from your mouth opting to instead rest it on your hip. the warmth of her palm against your stomach, exposed from the way your tank top had ridden up, causes a heat to spread in your abdomen. your thighs clench involuntarily, the action not going unnoticed by shauna. but surprisingly she chooses not to comment on it, the only acknowledgement being the way the corner of her mouth quirks up. “what are you always crying for anyways?” her voice was a hum as her eyes flick over your face “you have nothing to cry about. i know you don’t.” she knows because she made sure of it, always keeping a watchful eye on the interactions you were having, especially these past few weeks. she made sure you had everything you needed, in her own way.
“there’s always something to cry about” your answer came out mumbled and breathy as your eyes flick down to where her hand was on you. maybe you didn’t really have an answer, maybe you were just emotional, sensitive, or maybe there was something more. you knew shauna wasn’t looking for a real answer, not right now at least. and your suspicion was proved correct by the way her hand trails down a little farther until it was right against the waistband of your worn pajama pants.
“mmm you need someone to make you feel better, huh?” the brunette asks, her voice taking on a cooing tone that makes your face burn and your core clench. fuck. you couldn’t believe you were getting this worked up over shauna shipman. “maybe that way we could both get some fucking sleep.” her hand pushes past your waistband and she is pushing two fingers against your clit before you had a chance to respond. your words were swallowed by a gasp as your eyes fluttered shut automatically, hips bucking to try and meet the new sensation
“oh” shauna chuckles, her eyebrow raising a bit at your eagerness. “yeah you needed this, huh?” her fingers give an experimental circle over your clit which draws a quiet moan from your lips. this wasn’t particularly surprising to either of you to be honest, there was always tension there. shauna new position had just given her the confidence she needed to make her move.
shauna’s fingers start to move at a steady pace now as her other hand finds her chin, titling your head forward from where you had allowed it to lull against the hut wall. the touch causes your eyes to snap open to meet hers, and in her brown irises you can see how feral this is making her. how much she had been longing for this.
with your eyes still locked on hers, shauna’s index finger slips from your clit to your entrance, pushing in halfway. the stretch causes your mouth to fall open and your eyes to burn with the familiar sting of tears. it was like you could see a switch flip in shauna’s brain when she sees that glassy look start to build. in an instant she was plunging her finger fully in, giving you only a few moments to adjust before pulling it out and pushing in right back in. she starts at a relentless pace, and even though it was only one finger it still set every single one of your nerves on fire. “you gonna cry?” she mocks, leaning her head in until her nose was resting on the tip of your ear, her mouth brushing the lobe as she whispers out a “nothing new.”
another finger was added, her thumb still moving relentlessly on your clit. you hadn’t been touched like this in god knows how long, especially with this intensity. it didn’t take long before you could feel a coil forming in your stomach. shauna could tell you were getting close from the way you were clenching down on her fingers, like you never wanted her to slip out. “this is all it takes, really?” shauna can’t pass up the opportunity to mock how fast you were on the edge, but her pace doesn’t let up.
she pulls back so she could look at you, eyes locked on yours as she surveys the wetness pooling in them, right on the edge of rolling down. her thumb presses down hard on your clit and that coil in your stomach bursts with a choked moan. the tears finally slipping down your cheeks as you cum. yeah shauna could definitely get used to those tears.
