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.
warnings: mentions of jackie, reader's mentally ill, established relationship, typical shauna behavior.
the death of your (now ex) girlfriend had changed both you and shauna. you'd never expect jackie's passing to bring you and her best friend closer. thank god she's not around to see it, because jackie got jealous.
you'd been having problems with slight hallucinations. they'd slowed since winter, meshing less of jackie to more born from paranoia of the woods around you. you're sure you'd have died drifting through the wilderness at dusk if it weren't for shauna.
"hey," you jumped at the feeling of warm, big hands on your shoulders, snapping out of your thoughts and back to your surroundings. you turn to meet shauna, looking down at you with concern only reserved for you nowadays. "let's go back."
your shared hut was a place of solitude in the camp that had spiraled out of control, as shauna was never calm out there, and you often were overwhelmed by the others stares and murmurs.
"tell me what you saw this time." the brunette's hands threaded in your tangled hair, braiding it for you before you settled for bed. "was it her again?" shauna had gained more complicated resentment towards the dead girl, one for her getting to date you during her time alive, and two for the way she haunted you everyday.
"a little. but she went away." you answered honestly and quietly, picking at your thumb until it bled. "i just got distracted."
"you need to stop doing that." she finishes your hair and sits in front of you, looking into your eyes with the intensity that they hold now. "it worries me when i wake up and you're gone."
"i know." you nod, not pushing further on your reasons that don't exist.
"what do you think her problem is now?" you overheard misty whisper to mari, watching you listlessly hang a nightgown on the clothesline. "is it shauna or jackie?"
the murmurs continued between the two until it got to be too much for you. you folded the last piece of clothing with a sigh, abandoning it on the rock that was your makeshift table and walking from the two.
you knew shauna was near the lake, she'd been put on water duty today (much to her annoyance), and you needed rescue from the others.
shauna came into view when you reached the lake, her muscles shifting under her shirt as she lifted a metal bucket. she seemed to have heard your footsteps, because her head snapped around, ready to yell. she loosened up once she realized who it was.
her eyebrows pinched in a way that might look threatening to others, but to you, you could tell she was trying to read your emotions before you could speak.
"what's wrong?" the words came quick, and the bucket dropped fast from her hands onto the ground. she made it to you in long strides, hands settling on your waist as soon as she was in reach.
"nothing, i just needed a break." the lie fell flat on shauna's ears, and she could tell you were lying when the hand that wasn't on her arm went up to fiddle with the gold heart pendant on your chest. it was a nervous habit of yours, ever since jackie gave it to you to "keep you safe" on the first night after the crash.
"did someone say something?" your silence was response enough. she didn't push more, you would talk when you wanted. pressing you got nowhere, she'd learned that the hard way when a week after jackie died, you refused to talk to her for four days when she asked how you were feeling.
"it's fine. i just needed to see you." you said vulnerably, and her face softened as much as shauna shipman's face could after all she's been through.
"i'm here," she pulled you for a hug, one hand cradling the back of your head and one on your lower back. "they won't bother you anymore."
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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
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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.”
༘⋆ 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.
