I have no motivation but i have an idea, so i gotta suck it up but yuh i guess. ð¤¯ð¨ð«
(Not proofread you dirty little mf, also for you pussies out there i'm gonna have a warning everytime a somewhat 'spicy' scene starts and and a warning end everytime it's done. ð)
You remembered how innocent she used to be, how adorable and sweet- Well, she still is, but you get the point.
(This a huge flashback, skip if you want)
"Hey, come onnn! Pleaseeee?" You begged at the shorter brunette, she rolled her eyes playfully and gave in.
"Fineee!" She sat on the grassy ground alongside you, playing with her hair.
"So, what did you wanna do?" She asked, her curiousity peaked.
"Well.." You lunged at her, picking her up.
"Ah-" She quickly relaxed in your arms, but then you put her on your shoulders, making her scream again.
"Calm down! You're gonna be fine!" You hoped.
"If i die i will come back from the dead and haunt you till you commit suici-"
Okay, she might've not been the most innocent..
Your parents then carefully took lottie off of your shoulders, putting her down.
"Hey, Charlotte. Would you like to dine with us for today?" They asked softly, in a gentle tone.
She obviously agreed. Jumping up and down in excitement.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!" She squealed.
(Flashback ended)
You had a crush on her, but did you think she would like you back? Abso-frickity yucking not!
(Timeskip 30 minutes, at her house)
You walked in with Lottie, the two of you giggling, remembering the amount of sleepovers you two had.
It still hurt though. It hurt bad. Knowing the person you liked probably didn't like you, and them thinking of you as a friend. Or even worse, as a sister.
You and Lottie decided to rest in her bedroom for the full sleepover nostalgia.
Changing into some comfy clothes, a sports bra and sweats, you quickly went back to her room.
When she saw you walk in, her gaze immediately, almost awkwardly left you. She then let out an uncomfortable cough, a fake one. Signaling you sit on the couch, while she chose a movie and you obliged, sitting on thr couch while you waited.
(Lottie's P.O.V;)
*obvious gay panik*
Fuck, fuck off. Why does she still look so sexy in fucking sweats?! Ugh.
How the fuck am i supposed to act normal while seeing the hottest woman in the milkyway in my house, in my room, in a sports bra?!
That means she's comfortable, that's good.
Oh my fucking god. Speaking of gods, i must have been blessed to rest on her shoulders.
I thought it was just a childhood crush i'd get over, but noo. God said 'fuck off'. Hah, we're on the topic of gods again.
Stop stalling! Get the fucking movie and sit on the couch with her like a normal, fucking, human, homosapien, whatever!
I quickly chose a movie, (whatever you want bae), and walked into the living room.
(Back to your pov)
You (un)patiently waited until Lottie walked into the living room with a movie in hand.
You scooted back a bit, making space for her and she sat down, pulling a blanket over you two as you rested.
Soon enough, the movie started and it was an emotional rollercoaster. (Idfk what movie you chose, but i was imagining horror.)
You laughed, cried, and got startled quite a few times. Lottie chuckling everytime you reacted. Your over the top, dramatical reactiond sent her, she loved them.
You don't know what did it for you, but right then and there you felt a surge of what, Adrenaline. The good kind that can result in bad things.
But nevertheless, you didn't control yourself, you didn't want to. So instead of being rational and careful, you dove straight into the pool of sharks.
You stopped the movie, pulled her in and kissed her.
She didn't move. Shocked, frozen even. But it didn't take long for her to start kissing back.
Whatever started as a slow, passionate kiss, quickly developed into much more.
(The 'spicy' starts here)
Her hands quickly made their way to your hips, pulling you closer than you thought was possible.
While your hands were tangled in her brown, wavy locks.
You felt your heart speed up, skip a beat everytime she panted out sweet whispers in your mouth.
Just then, she slowly raised herself, still not pulling away from the kiss, and backed you up into the edge of the couch.
Letting your head lay at the armrest, she quickly lowered herself on top of you, her kisses slowly trailing from your lips to your jaw, leaving soft and sensual kisses.
Then, her mouth moved from your jawline to your neck. Not kissing it anymore, but rather sucking and biting it.
Her hands almost hurriedly reached the straps of your bra, quickly slipping them off, not bothering to unclasp them.
You felt yourself groan as she threw your sports bra somewhere around the living room.
You'd never seen her so livid, so feral, but you liked it.
Your soft and quiet groan quickly turned into whimpers as you felt her fingers twisting and pinching at your (cringe word, sry).
She smiled smugly, then once again trailing down from your neck all the way down to your breasts. She kissed down the valley between your boobs, excrutiatingly slow for your needy ass.
Her mouth then rested on your (same as the above, too cringe of a word, not your poosay, whore), her tongue stimulating it in a circular motion.
You moaned loudly, earning a proud groan from her.
She then turned her attention to your other needy (not saying it), doing the same, except this time you moaned louder. Guess she found your sensitive one.
She down at you, smirking. God she looked so hot.
"Pleâplease, lot.." You whispered through moans.
"Please what, hun?" She replied tauntingly, even though she damn well knew that if you begged even more she'd give and also give you the time of your life.
"Lottie, you.. y-you know wha-t.." Your breath hitched just thinking about it.
"No i don't, hun. Mind sharing?" She teased.
"Lottiee.. ugh, just fucking fuck the living fuck out of my fucking fucked up fucking self.."
"That sums it up, you could've just said that, dear?" She laughed.
Her hands moved down to your stomach, her touch teasing your abdomen.
They quickly started to remove your sweatpants, her hands fidgeting with the knotted tie of your trousers when-
('Spicy' scene ended)
A knock was heard on the door, and Lottie jumped up, panting.
You quickly rushed and found your top, putting it back on.
She ran over to the door.
Oh, it was just the pizza guy.
Fuck.
Lottie paid and closed the door, walking back to you. Laughing awkwardky, though she's 100% angry.
"We'll finish later." She muttered to nobody in particular.
A/N; My first kinda 'spicy' thing, ik it's bad but stfu. ððð©