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[cherryapplejuice]

I haven’t been in my ‘gwera’ (gwen era) for months and months and kind of forgot this whole account and fandom existed (I’m sorry). but just logged back on to see this and oh my lord. my therapist will be hearing about this video

don’t ask how many times i’ve watched this

[cherryapplejuice]

don’t ask how many times i’ve watched this

[cherryapplejuice]

coming out of my long and lonely hiding to say this is just INSANELY good

Hiiii I don’t know if your requests are open so your welcome to ignore this…but could you do Larissa Weems finding out her shy girlfriend has a praise kink?

Twenty-Five Shades of Red

Larissa Weems x female Reader

(ao3 link in title)

A/N: I am so so so sorry this took me so long to write <.< but I do hope you will still see it and enjoy reading it.

WC: 2998

Content/Warnings: praise kink, smut, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms

You glared daggers at principal Weems, otherwise known as your very lovely girlfriend. 

“But your Botany professor has a little more to say about that,” her voice boomed over the quad. 

What felt like thousands of eyes, but were really just about 213 pairs, turned to look at you. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you made your way over to the microphone. Larissa stepped away to make some space for you, but remained close enough to give you a sense of safety. A gesture so considerate that you would have loved to jump her then and there, if she wasn’t the only reason you were standing up here anyway. 

“Uhm, hi,” you started nervously. A few chuckles made the round and you chanced a quick glance and Larissa who couldn’t hide her own grin. Oh, you would just have to find a way to make her pay for this later. 

With a wavering smile, you looked back out at the crowd. In small groups they were already intimidating, but you managed your classes well enough. This, however, was your own personal hell. 

“First of all, I would like to thank Principal Weems, not only for her excellent leadership – ” It didn’t surprise you at all that Wednesday Addams was the first to start clapping. You had first-hand experience of how close her and Larissa were, even if neither would openly admit to it. 

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

By the time you made it through your little speech, you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry from relief. But what you did know was that your lunch had been very close to making a reappearance at more than once. 

People had always made fun of how shy you were and you weren’t sure if their teasing was supposed to make you feel included to try and ease you out of it, but it always accomplished the exact opposite. If you were being completely honest, you sometimes didn’t know how you even managed to finish your education and get a job – a job in education, nevertheless. 

Stepping down from the podium, you watched as the students dispersed when Larissa dismissed them. Your gaze swept over groups of fours and fives, and even one group of werewolves as large as 20. But it stuck with the few who sat alone, and you knew there were many more teenagers who had already rushed back to the relative safety of their rooms. They, you thought to yourself, they are the reason I ended up here. 

You jumped when a hand landed on the small of your back. The dark chuckle that followed had you relax again immediately. With anyone but Larissa you would have blushed a fifty shades of red just then, but she was the only person who had been able to get you to be okay with opening up. The only person who managed to ease the shame of being known.

“You did so good up there,” she whispered into your ear.

It was so unexpected, there was truly no way to hide the hitch in your breath. Perhaps, Larissa Weems did still manage to make you blush at least twenty-five shades of red. 

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

The second Larissa came through the door of your shared quarters you were on her, crashing your lips against hers and doing your absolute best to try and make her forget her own name. You were rewarded when she moaned into your mouth, tongue pushing forward to meet yours. You could tell that she’d already had her evening glass of wine by the sweet traces of grape that coated her tongue. 

“Mhm, and what did I do to deserve this type of greeting, darling?” Larissa purred against your lips when you broke away for some much needed air. You didn’t answer, pressing your lips to hers again instead. She let you, leaning into the kiss for a while, before grabbing you by the waist and gently pushing you away.

There was a look of slyness on Larissa’s face that was only partially hidden by her desire and genuine appreciation of your greeting. You swallowed, and you could feel heat beginning to rush through your body. You knew that look and what it meant for your evening activities. Slightly nervous butterflies flapped in your stomach, but they did nothing to quell your excitement, only aiding in intensifying it. 

“As much as I appreciate your little welcome, I think,” Larissa said as her arms moved lower until she grabbed your butt and tugged, “you deserve a little reward yourself.” You yelped as she lifted you, still amazed at how effortlessly she was able to carry you. Your legs quickly wound themselves around her waist, and Larissa made sure you were secure before she started moving towards the bedroom. 

You didn’t know why you deserved a reward, but as Larissa carried you past the bedroom mirror, you saw that the mention alone had been enough to turn your face a lovely shade of pink. 

“You did such a good job with your speech today, my darling. Just as I knew you would.”

You mewled, as Larissa breathed the words against your cheek, her breath caressing the sensitive skin of your neck just so. A little embarrassed, you immediately snapped your mouth shut, but Larissa chuckled as she deposited you on your shared bed. She reached out her hand, tugging on your bottom lip until you opened your mouth for her again. 

“Mhm, that’s it. I want to hear all of your little noises. You know there is no need to be ashamed of them.” 

The way Larissa held eye contact with you had always been too intense for you. But you’d learned early on that she enjoyed watching you squirm under her gaze, and so you tried your best to keep looking at her, knowing that every little movement her impossibly blue stare drew from you was adding greatly to her pleasure. 

Larissa’s fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, trailing up and down your sides and sending shivers down your entire body. Even after so many months of her touches, they still felt as magical as they did the first time. If anything, the growing feelings you had for her only turned her touch more electric.

“Lift your arms for me, darling.” 

Your arms felt heavy and your movement was sluggish. The mix of arousal and excitement (and not knowing exactly what new discovery Larissa had made and wanted to try with you) made it hard to act quick and nimble. Not that it mattered much, as Larissa seemed to very much enjoy the effect she had on you. Her eyes shimmered with unexpressed glee, and the thought that you were the one to have pleased her so stoked the fire between your legs. Subconsciously, you tried to press your thighs together to relieve some of the ache, but Larissa was having none of it. As soon as your shirt was off, she opened your legs and stepped right between them, lips attaching themselves to your neck, licking and kissing a path down towards your bra straps, pulling each off as she softly kissed the indents they left on your skin.

After she finally rid you off your bra, you leaned back on one hand, the other coming up to wiggle its way into Larissa’s intricate updo. Her hair styles always looked so elegant on her, but your favourite part about them was getting to take out the pins for her in the evening. Larissa hummed as your nails scraped her scalp and you sucked in a sharp breath as you felt the vibrations of it against your nipple. Gently, she bit down on it, licking over it in apology directly afterwards and moving to your other breast to repeat the same dance. 

You moaned softly, whining just a little when Larissa let off and leaned back again. The mischievous glamour was back in her eyes and you couldn’t hold back on your curiosity any longer. Continuing to massage Larissa’s scalp, you asked her: “What is your plan for tonight?”

Larissa’s eyes sparkled brighter, a grin forming on those ruby red lips. How did she still look so perfect with her lipstick smeared down her chin and up to her nose?

“Let’s just say I have a theory that needs further testing. Now be a good girl for me and lie back.”

You wanted to ask her what theory she could possibly have developed, but the words “good girl” altered your brain chemistry in a way where all you could do was follow her request.  

The moment your back hit the sheets, Larissa’s fingers started working open the buttons on your pants. The sound of the zipper was obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room and you could feel your breathing accelerate further as the pure feeling of anticipation shot sparks of arousal down your whole body. You were so lost in your own feelings, you almost missed the moment Larissa pulled your jeans down your legs and tossed them aside. 

You did hear her guttural moan when she saw your panties, however. 

“Has my pretty girl been wearing these all day? Or did you put them on freshly for me, hmm?”

You didn’t love wearing lingerie. It looked pretty, but was entirely unsuited to be worn for extended periods of time. And you knew that Larissa knew that. Once again, you felt the warmth of embarrassment colour your cheeks, and you bit your lip, lifting your head to look back at Larissa and taking in her smug smile. She played with the waistband of your lacy panties, tracing every curve of the intricate pattern, then running her fingers past your cunt, down your thighs. You couldn’t stop a quiet whimper from escaping your lips. 

Larissa chuckled, knowing exactly how much her teasing affected you. “I asked you a question, my love.” 

You groaned internally, head flopping back into the pillows as you tried to evade her gaze. She was really doing her best to put you on the spot today. You took a few shuddering breaths before pressing out a “yes”.

“Yes, what, my darling girl?” Larissa asked again, leaning down to ghost her tongue over the insides of your thighs, tracing the paths her fingers had travelled before. 

Your hips bucked upwards in a failed attempt to get her mouth closer to your already soaking wet cunt, but the only thing it brought you was Larissa’s fingers digging into your hips, pushing them firmly back against the mattress. 

“Yes, I put them on for you,” you whimpered, one arm coming up to cover your face, trying to stave off that feeling of shame that had your pussy clench around nothing. 

“Good girl.”

Larissa’s drawl had you bucking your hips again, back bending as your arm dropped to your mouth to cover your sinful moans.

Finally, you could feel those long warm fingers slip beneath the waistband, pulling your panties down and leaving you completely exposed in front of a still fully clothed Larissa. There was something so shameful and dirty about it that made your folds glisten even more as you felt your hole clench harder. 

“My darling little girl is so wet for me,” Larissa said as she slid closer, a single finger swiping through your folds, “I wish you could see yourself now. See how absolutely beautiful you look spread out for me like this.”

You moaned, eyes falling shut, as she flicked her finger over your clit, swirling it around the sensitive bud a few times before pulling off again. A high-pitched desperate sound left your throat that only added to your feeling of embarrassment. You watched, panting, as Larissa brought her finger to her lips, licking it once and then popping it in her mouth to suck the rest of your juices off it with a low moan. 

“And you taste so delicious, my sweet one.”

All the while, her eyes never left yours. You could literally feel yourself dripping and you begged for Larissa to touch you. 

“As my girl wishes. This is your reward for doing so well with your speech today, after all,” your girlfriend said before moving ever closer and licking a strip up your folds. 

You screamed without abandon at finally feeling her velvet tongue against you. She sucked on your clit, hummed around it, and your hips bucked again. Larissa tightened her grip to keep them on the mattress. You knew there would be bruises on your hip bones tomorrow and you whimpered again, one hand coming up to play with your nipples. You loved when Larissa marked you as hers.

"Oh, please. I need…" you moaned, as the coil behind your navel tightened further. You wanted her fingers, you needed her to fuck you.

You whined as Larissa stopped in her ministrations, likely contemplating if she should tease you more, or give you what you wanted.

Without any further comments, she hooked one of your legs over her shoulder. Two fingers found your entrance easily, teasing you, dipping only their tips inside before pulling out again. 

Your whole face scrunched up in pleasure and you whimpered. "Please."

Larissa's face lit up and she pushed her fingers all the way into your warm cunt, palm pressing against your throbbing clit. 

"And you beg so prettily."

You clenched around her fingers, groaning so loud you thought the whole castle must know exactly what Larissa was doing to you. She looked so beautiful as she knelt between your legs, hand buried inside of you and that dazzling smile with her pearly white teeth once again sinking to your mound. You hissed as she buried her nose in your curls, nipping slightly at the skin above your clit and then moving lower to suck on your bundle of nerves in the same rhythm as her fingers pistoned into you. . 

It didn’t take long at all, and you didn’t know if it was the ruthless pounding of her fingers, the tongue on your clit, or the words of praise that sent you over the edge. Perhaps, it was simply the ethereal beauty of one Larissa Weems. Most likely, it was a mixture of all the above. Either way, you screamed out your release, not having enough brain power left to feel self-conscious about it. Larissa kept going, moving her fingers slower now, but still hitting your sweet spot on every pass. 

“That’s it, my good girl. You did so well for me. Ride it out, love.”

Your walls clenched around her fingers again at every word of praise that rolled off of your girlfriend's sweet tongue and you felt another coil of arousal tighten in your stomach. 

“Please, Lar- please,” you gasped, body writhing and hands frantically searching for something else to grab onto. 

Larissa’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, you want to cum again?” She returned her mouth to your cunt, licking your hole around her fingers and then coming up to resume sucking on your still sensitive clit. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Wanting to give me more of your delicious cum. I can’t wait to lick it all off my fingers.”

“Ugn–ple–ahhh,” you moaned without abandon, hips thrashing underneath Larissa, trying to press your clit more firmly against her long tongue. Your cunt was so sore from your previous orgasm but at the same time you longed for more, and Larissa was more than ready to give it to you. 

“That’s it, my sweet girl,” Larissa murmured against your clit, flicking her tongue to emphasise every word. 

Your arousal was so strong you could barely keep your eyes open, only seeing a blurry version of your girlfriend before you. But it didn’t matter because you could certainly feel her. Your whole body convulsed with every thrust of her fingers against that spongy spot inside you and you cried out every time felt the vibration of her voice on your clit. Your fingers hurt from how hard they were gripping the sheets. You were close. So close.

“Yes, baby girl, that’s it. Come for me, like the perfect girl you are.”

It was too much. Your hands unclenched around the sheets, grabbing a handful of Larissa’s blonde locks instead and pressing her closer against your cunt as you screamed, walls clenching around her fingers. Larissa obediently let you press her face against your beautiful pussy. Her tongue flattened, and her fingers still pumping, she let you ride out your second high. 

And once you came back down from it, breath and vision returning to you fully, you saw that Larissa was looking at you as if you hung the stars. 

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Larissa laid down on her back, pulling you closer until your head rested on her chest. She pressed a few light kisses to your hair, pushing the few strands that had fallen into your face behind your ear again. You sighed contentedly, pressing yourself even closer to her.

“And has my smart girl figured out what it was I wanted to try?”

The words that had been so arousing during sex, still had your stomach doing somersaults now. You could feel the heat rushing into your cheeks and you heard the way Larissa drew in a breath to keep herself from chuckling. Slightly mortified, you buried your face in her chest. Your whole body moved with her as she couldn’t repress her laughter anymore. 

“I think it’s quite sweet. And I really am proud of you, love.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest that rivalled the burning in your cheeks and you groaned against her collarbones. “Please, enough of that.”

Once again, Larissa’s chest moved rhythmically with her chuckles. You knew it would be easy to let it lull you into a peaceful slumber. 

“Alright,” Larissa smiled, “for now.”

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[cherryapplejuice]

hi, I haven’t posted on here for ages anyway, but basically i don’t think I will ever be using this account again for many reasons, but I still can’t get over the love I received on the few pieces of writing I posted in a random short period of time. everyone has been really sweet so I’m grateful. but yeah, things aren’t great and this account kind of feels like a bad memory so goodbye and thank you <3

[cherryapplejuice]

i love lesbians. i love dykes. i love nonbinary lesbians. i love trans lesbians. i love butches. i love femmes. i love all lesbians <3

[cherryapplejuice]

i also just think that them :’)

[cherryapplejuice]

Alrighty then i have another request for larissa, she and the reader are just fuck buddies or something of the sort, they are having sex one night and larissa says “u’re such a fucking whore” or something degrading and r just says “i love you” back and then you continue how you think it would unfold hehe

Have a good one!

𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: i feel like this isn't my best work but here it is. anyway it contains smut, degrading, mommy kink if u squint a little, spitting kink...and of course, some fluff.

warning/s: NSFW.

It was Outreach Day. The day. It was what everyone in the whole Nevermore Academy was waiting for; students and faculties alike. It was the buzzing topic for days. And you knew Larissa—Principal Weems, was equally as enthusiastic about it, too. 

As for the students, participation was obligatory, unless they had a valid reason not to partake in any activities, and to those whose reasons were granted reasonable by the headmistress herself, got to stay behind which now led to your task for the day, and that was to supervise these students, make sure they weren’t faking any sudden illness or inflicting trouble to others.

Larissa wasn’t expecting you to volunteer but you did. Understanding, the woman merely sighed in defeat, nodding her head as she did so before moving on. 

After the meeting, she came by your desk to express her disappointment and confess that she had planned a quick excursion to the weathervane with you, but she had no intention of changing your mind. Your heart leaped with joy at that. Like a date, you wondered if that was what she meant. But then as if she had heard your thoughts she quickly added, “Friendly,” somewhere in the middle of her sentence, making you feel foolish for still holding out hope that the situation with the principal of Nevermore would change.

You gave her a sad, little smile and suggested she could bring Miss Thornhill if she so wished for friendly company, but she declined and told you she only wanted you. It confused you.

It wasn’t the first time she exhibited these confusing signs. Little miss strictly-no-endearment had been generous with pet names lately, calling you dear, honey, sugar, sweetheart, all the sweet things she could think of with a smile on her lips. You were sure she had noticed the way your breath would stop, and your cheeks go pink whenever she would carelessly call you things, but everytime it happened, she wouldn’t dare say a word and just go on. 

It all stemmed back to the first night when she didn’t try to come up with an excuse to dodge your request for her to stay the night and sleep in your bed with you breaching one of the rules—her rules. Even yet, you were still unsure about your relationship with her and you clung to the faint hope that if you prayed fervently enough, she may suddenly change her mind about everything. 

You made the decision to take a walk around the school in the afternoon, immediately following your meal, to see how everyone was doing.

After ensuring that everyone was acting fairly behaved with no underlying malice, you turn toward the path of your office to finish some paperwork. You were, however, abruptly stopped in your tracks by the audible tittle-tattle of pupils. The noise grew louder by the second until the very hall you were standing in was flooded by the Nevermore students. 

In the corner of your eyes you saw her, striding toward the direction of her office, until she was gone from your line of sight and her office door slammed close, echoing and spooking everyone in the hallway including you. 

Something was wrong. Larissa Weems was evidently fuming. Who the fuck dare screwed the Outreach Day? 

Funny enough, Wednesday Addams went in after Larissa, sporting a scowl and a cold glare. So, Wednesday was the culprit. You could only shake your head in disbelief at how the young pupil was able to religiously piss the woman off everyday. 

You resumed walking, passing her office on your way. You tried to at least think much less of it—much less of her as you work, try to be as productive as you intended, but your brain refused to think and focus on anything else that didn’t revolve around her, it only wanted her.

With a sigh, you stopped grading the papers and just sat there, letting your mind float around her. It was a little later in the afternoon when you decided to succumb to these thoughts.

You smoothened the creases of your pants, adjusted your blouse and fixed your overall appearance. You grabbed a random folder from your desk, just something to hold onto, and marched to the Principal’s office.

You came to halt directly in front of her door, at which point you held your fist in midair while still debating whether it would be better to leave her alone to handle it or to go throw yourself in her way and be the destruction she so sorely needed at the time.

Sheriff Galpin and the Principal had just completed discussing the situation inside the office. He rose from his seat, tipped his head and made to leave. He opened the door to find you right there, clutching the folder close to your chest. Too late to turn back now.

His presence didn’t matter, you stepped aside, he didn’t say anything and walked away, his boots thudding the floor. 

You found her blue eyes staring at you, “May I come in, Principal?” The formalities were for anyone who might be listening closely. She summoned you in and you closed the door. 

You allowed your shoulders to fall and your posture to relax in the seclusion of her office. You knew well how every interaction with the Sheriff left her blood boiling, quickly you asked her if she was okay with genuine concern lacing your voice.

It was a mistake, you thought, as soon as the biting response reached your ears, “Do I look okay?” you hated how it made you flinch.

“No...”

She saw it, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just… I’m exhausted.”

“And furious…” It earned you a glare but it took only a second before her gaze softened. 

You crossed the room, dropping the folder on her desk, which the woman didn’t bother to ask what it was about already knowing it was a random prop you grabbed from your desk in case you needed an alibi for being in her office. 

“I had high hopes for this year’s outreach day.” she said, her voice no longer angry, but your heart clenched at how disheartened she sounded.

“I know.” you answered from behind her, placing your hands over her upper arms and soothingly running them up and down, “I know, baby.”

Then you started removing her coat jacket, her breath picking up. “Breathe, darling. Slower, please.” you cooed, placing a soft peck on her nape. 

Larissa felt how hot and moist your lips were.

From that point on, you were assessing everything as you went and attempting to elicit a response from her—anything that would suggest whether you should keep going or stop.

“Mhmm, that’s it. Good girl.” you rewarded her with another kiss just right behind her left ear.

“Can I pull the pins out?” you asked, and she nodded. 

“Let’s make you feel good, yes?” You massaged her scalp, and then her shoulders before you inquired about the zipper of her dress.

When she allowed you again, you pressed another fond, sweet kiss behind the right ear. “Thank you.” you murmured, it earned a sensual sound from her.

“Just relax.” Once the sleeves went down her arms and exposed a pale expanse of her skin artfully speckled with freckles, your lips began to press softly over her nape, down her spine and then you pause just to drink in the sight of her back.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear right now but you have such a sexy back, you know.” A bona fide chuckle escaped her lips, “So toned and lean. You said you don’t work out.” 

“I really don’t.”

“Turn around for me.” She stepped out of her dress, only in her underwear, and spun around. The clouds of storm in her eyes were no longer present. She looked so much calmer now.  

“So gorgeous.” You breathed, and kissed both of her eyelids. Kissed her cheeks. Kissed the blades of her shoulders. 

Larissa cupped your cheeks, “Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” You chuckled, recalling the times she did in the hallway in the early morning,  in her office when she asked for you before she left, the time where she brushed past you to greet another Professor and still managed to whisper, “You look so pretty, my dear.”

“You did. A lot of times in fact.” 

A smile grew on her lips, “That’s better.” 

“So how do you propose we end this night?” She said, eyeing your chest, and playing with the top button of your blouse, easily undoing one. 

“With a bottle of red for your temper, and some good fucking to relieve your stress. How’s that sound?”  

“Like a miracle. Now, let me help undress you.” 

Larissa took pleasure in admiring how your clothes fit you, how the material feels under her palms before she gets rid of each item. She took her time undoing every button, unclacing every lace, slowly pulling the zipper down. She loved taking her time unravelling you like a gift on a Christmas morning. 

“No. You stay there and watch.” you pushed her to one of the armchairs in front of her desk, telling her to sit, but instead, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you to her private quarters, surprising you.

You giggled after her, blushing at how eager she seemed for you, then she hushed you with her mouth, pressed you on the door when it finally closed and whispered, “Fuck the wine, let’s get straight to fucking.” you agreed while laughing as her lips ghosted your neck, you put both hands on her shoulder, pushing her a bit, “If you want to fuck me, take me to your bed at least.” 

You didn’t have to tell her twice. In one swift move, you were thrown on the bed, her hands quickly relieving your body from the clothes you wore. One by one she undid the buttons, so gentle and careful, and folded them neatly till you were left in your tiny, laced underwear that left nothing to the woman’s imagination. 

You admire the patience she harboured despite how lustful her eyes seemed to appear, how she bit and licked her lips as she unclasped your bra, and the straps fell from your arms, until you were bare from everything.

Your heart thundered in your chest once she touched you with the gentle familiarity of her hands as if you were too fragile if handled any differently. She took in the softness of your skin, smoothing her thumbs across and pressing her fingertips a little too firmly without bringing you any sort of discomfort. Her eyes were dark, yes–lustful and eager, but she was touching you with a particular fondness that differed from when she touched you many times before—that you were certain of. 

Her eyes briefly met yours, but you weren't sure why, and then her lips moved slightly open as if she were getting ready to say something. However, the words in her throat turned into a deep sigh, and her face softened. You wanted to know what was going on in her head.

Before you could ask, though, her lips slammed into yours. Suddenly, you were consumed by the ferocity of the kiss and utterly melted into her, everything in your head finally dissipating into nothingness. You could only think of taking it all. Take everything she was giving you.

–

“Yeah? You like that? Of course you do, look at you, so eager for me.” She said as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your legs were spread and she was inside your cunt, pounding you rough with her fingers. 

“You like that I fuck you so much don’t you? So much that you couldn’t breathe and all you could do is moan like the fucking slut you are.” You made a shaky, barely discernible sound as you tried to respond but it came out as a moan instead. Take it you, slut. What do you want, baby? Mommy’s fingers? Yeah? All of them? Spread them wider so mommy could fuck you more. All of these were making you wetter and needier.

“Fuck.” Came out of you and your back arched, “God, you’re such a fucking whore. So fucking pathetic.” you felt her add another digit, stretching your cunt like she promised you she would and it felt so great, you cried to her as you buried your face on her neck.

“Please, please, please. Let me come, please.” you begged.

But she merely laughed and withdrew from your grasp, steadying herself above you, and wrapped her hand around your throat as you squirmed beneath her. 

“Open your mouth, slut.” she spit in your mouth, “Good girl. Now, swallow.” and you dutifully swallowed it down without breaking eye contact with the blonde.

It all felt too good to be just another one of those nights, one of your little sex escapades in the Principal’s bedroom. Honestly, it all felt nothing of that sort anymore. So maybe, just maybe if you close your eyes and say the words that rested on the tip of your tongue for too long it could change everything.

Were you this desperate that you were willing to take the risk of potential rejection? Yes. Because you could no longer look her in the eyes and act like you weren’t so in love with her, like all of this was nothing to you.

So you closed your eyes, and breathed the words to her lips as you captured them “I love you.” 

Silence followed. You swallowed hard. It felt harder to breathe

She didn’t say it back. She never opened her mouth to say anything or attempted to pull away. You didn’t know if that was a good sign. She kept kissing you and you kept reciprocating, accepting her tongue and sucking her lips. It went on until you were too tired on her bed and sleep was the next best thing. You didn’t bother repeating your words, didn’t bother asking if she heard you or not, you just slept there curled up on the other side of her bed.

Larissa watched the rise and fall motion as you slept, her fingers aching to touch a part of you. You were so close yet so unreachable, the space in between felt like a punishment but who was punishing her but herself.

Unable to keep herself apart from you any longer, she adjusted herself closer, hesitated when you stirred, and then moved closer still until her front was flushed against your backside and her nose was buried in your hair, smelling your scent. 

“Words are not enough for some things I feel about you.” She whispered while stroking your back in shapeless lines and kissing the back of your head from time to time. If she couldn’t kiss your lips, she would gladly settle on any part of you and kiss it no less. 

“But I love you, too, you know?” her voice wavered, and you resisted the impulse to turn around and cradle her face and tell her that you could wait however long it would take because you understood if she wasn't ready yet but you weren’t meant to hear this you suppose. 

When you felt her hand encircling your waist and her breath brushing against the back of your neck, you wanted nothing more than to turn around. 

She was not naive as you thought, she had already noted the significant shift in your breathing that suggested you were in fact awake now and added, "I’m sorry I couldn’t say it back right away." 

Squeezing her hand was the least thing you could do to tell her you understood her.

Lariss didn’t know what else to do except to call your name, her voice was low, the softest it had been all day. You turn around, meeting the pools of blue eyes looking at you with so much warmth, her smile so lovingly enticing. 

“I love you.” She confessed once more in a shuddering, small voice, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She still looked so beautiful. 

You kissed the tears away before they could fall, kissed her cheeks, too, as they looked too inviting not to, then placed kisses down her neck, all intimate and pure before you put one final kiss on her lips. 

The affection you offered made her heart swell in her chest. Each kiss felt like an offering, like the flowers you put in her hair during that one afternoon when you came back from the woods with wild flowers in hand and told her she would look so beautiful with those in her hair.

You smiled at her, lips pressed and stretched so smoothly that she couldn’t resist not kissing you. A chuckle left your lips when she pressed hers, and pinched at your waist. “I shouldn’t be swayed by charms but how could I deny myself such pleasure of kissing you?” She said after the kiss, eyes lingering on your lips,

Just then you realized how much you were so truly, madly in love with her. Your heart had always felt so full around her like they would explode any time and then just stop because beating too fast was so exhausting and there wasn’t enough room for this overwhelming sensation. 

That night, you didn’t know how you ended up sleeping, all you could remember was her warmth, her softness, her voice and her lips pressed so perfectly on your own, while she kept repeating, I love you. 

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Bon Appétit (ch. 2) Nsfw

Word Count; A little over 5k (for the first chapter)

Notes; Inspired, somehow, by the song Bon Appétit by Katy Perry. Also cross posted on ao3. I apologize for the length of this! I didn't mean for it to come out this long, but here we are! I do hope you enjoy though! Also actually nsfw this time!

Tw; cunnilingus, cursing, general nsfw stuff

“Good girl.” You breathed in her ear, just before standing up straight and placing all of your attention to her hair. You heard Larisa swallow thickly, but you dared not gaze back at her just yet. No, you were going to set the mood as you pampered your wife to the best of your ability. 

You let your fingers gently massage at the base of her head for a moment, your thumbs gently pressing into where you always found her to be the most tense. A light groan flowed from Larissa’s mouth as her head fell forward lightly. A sweet smile graced your lips as you soaked in the way you could feel your wife almost immediately relax. Good, this was what you were going for. 

“Don’t stop, darling, that feels amazing.” Larissa murmured, a peaceful look falling onto her face as you peered at her through the mirror. 

For a moment, you leaned forward and kissed the spot your thumbs were massaging, which promptly made a gasp tumble from Larissa’s mouth. That sweet smile on your face? Gone in an instant as soon as you heard that gasp. In its place was a grin so devious, even Lucifer themselves would shiver. 

You leaned in again to place your lips on her neck, slowly and sensually kissing the same spot as before. You repeated the process a few more times, feeling goosebumps rise on Larissa’s skin and her body tremble. One last, lustful, sweeping kiss to the side of her neck and you straightened back up, feigning a look of innocence. 

Larissa stared at you amorously through the mirror, her icy blue eyes slightly blown from your kisses just seconds prior. You winked at her as you kneaded at her neck with love, kissing the top of her head with a coquettish smile. 

After a moment though, you returned your attention to her hair and gently began to pluck out the plethora of pins holding her angel-like hair in place. 

If there was one thing you loved to see on Larissa, it was her hair cascading down her neck and shoulders. She looked like a golden, omnipotent god just waiting to be worshiped. Especially in the morning, before getting ready for the day as she sipped lovingly on her first cup of coffee. The beginning of the day's sun shining through to cascade on her like a marvelously sculpted piece of marble. She was breathtakingly gorgeous and no one would ever tell you otherwise. 

You didn’t realize it, but as you thought of her this way, your hands still absentmindedly taking care of the pins still left in her hair, your breath had begun to come out more rapidly. And as Larissa tilted her head to stare at you, a small grin creased the right side of her mouth in amusement. With it, however, came a bit of a blush on her lovely pale cheeks. She had never found herself to be particularly beautiful, but the way you showered her with adoration always lifted her spirits high and gave her confidence in her beauty. It also had a tendency to make the apex of her thighs ache and throb. 

After a moment, you steadied yourself and chuckled lightly at the way you had lost yourself for a moment. Your wife had such a way about her that a reaction like that was inevitable. 

Soon, the last pin holding up the final curled piece of hair was finally taken away, and her golden locks rested beautifully upon her shoulders. You placed the last pin on the vanity with the rest of them before turning back to Larissa and her breathtaking beauty. 

Your hands had a mind of their own as they reached for her hair, fingers threading softly through her luscious locks. The tips of your fingers kneaded at her scalp, fingernails lightly scratching in tandem with your ministrations. Larissa let out a deep, guttural groan that sent shockwaves straight to your core. God, the noises your wife could make had no qualms in bringing you to your knees whenever made. 

The buckling of your knees at the sound was evident and Larissa grinned seductively, knowing full well exactly what was happening. And as you continued with giving her the best head massage of her life, her own core gently throbbing already, Larissa let loose another filthy groan that nearly had you falling to the floor for her.

However, the plan was for you to melt her into a gooey mess, not the other way around. So, you doubled down on your resolve and swallowed hard, taking one hand to brush her hair away from her neck. As soon as the flesh was exposed, you laid several soft kisses along the column of her neck, teeth nipping playfully at her skin. Larissa let out a long, shaken breath and you could feel the goosebumps rise on her flesh with your lips.

“You know, I’ve been watching you all day.” You began, just before you latched your teeth to the space connecting her neck and shoulder. 

Your eyes connected with hers in the mirror and you stared directly into them as you marked her skin with the most lovely bruise. 

Larissa’s breath hitched as she sucked in a shuddering breath. “O-oh have you now?” She questioned, eyes wanting to shut at the onslaught of your mouth on her. She kept them open, however. Always finding it erotic to watch as you marked her, claiming her just as you had done throughout your relationship. It never got old. 

“Mhmm. I’ve been watching you and how absolutely delicious you’ve looked. It’s made me want to eat…” You lightly bit at her shoulder to accentuate the word. “You…” Another nip. “Up.” 

You placed an open mouth kiss on her neck this time at the last word, a mischievous smile dancing playfully on the edges of your lips. You breathed her in at the same time, sucking in a deep breath of her most wonderful scent. Roses, bergamot and patchouli, a distinct and lovely smell that belonged only to your wife. 

“You smell good enough to devour.” You whispered, continuing your kisses up towards her ear before biting lovingly at the lobe. 

She shivered in response, that spot between her legs throbbing in tandem with her rapidly beating heart. For a moment, she almost spread her legs immediately, the need for you to be between them almost too much for her to bear. She kept them closed though, knowing that you would part them as soon as your mouth was hungry enough to ravage her. 

While Larissa seemed occupied with controlling the waves of arousal rolling from her body, your eyes ate up the sight of her from the top of her head to the very tip of her toes. You bit your bottom lip as you consumed the sight of her, noting how her chest had already begun to blush into a deep shade of red. How her eyes were slightly glazed over with lust, pupils beginning to blow wider and wider, nearly consuming the luscious blue of them. The way her body responded to your attention, yearning for any touch or gaze you might set upon it.

There was nothing in this world that would ever satisfy you in the way that your wife did. Not a single sun of the morning could light up your world the way her smile did. No blue sky would ever compare to her eyes and the way they stared at you with love and adoration, the kind that made your knees weak and your heart feel as if it were fit to burst. 

Not a single piece of the finest silk could ever touch your skin as softly or as gently as when Larissa placed her hands upon your hood before leaning in for a kiss. No taste of the richest foods would ever compare to how she tasted against your tongue when you explored every part of her you could reach. No, not a solitary thing would ever be comparable to the woman sitting before you, flushed with longing and need for you.

These thoughts alone, as you gawked so hungrily down at her, were exactly the ones you’d had a millions times before and would have again. These thoughts would always push you forward to worshiping her like the absolute Devine, celestial deity you knew she was and always would be. 

Unable to hold yourself back any longer, your left hand grabbed at her slim wrist as the other landed possessively on her lower back. As you gently guided her up from her seat at the vanity, the rest of her routine having been forgotten by now, you leaned in to hotly whisper in her ear, “I need to taste you, Larissa. I’ve been dreaming of it all day.”

Larissa choked out a strangled moan and closed her eyes as she let you guide her upwards to a standing position. And thank goodness you were holding onto her securely because if you had not been, she would have easily fallen to the floor as your words hit her ear and struck lightning to her clit. 

“God, yes!” The words slipped from her mouth unbidden, unable to hold back anything any longer. The way you touched her as you led her towards the bed, the way your eyes clearly displayed the neediness of your confession had Larissa already wet with need. Soaked, in fact. 

You guided her to your shared bed and sat her down on the edge of it with barely contained poise, your body trembling with a hunger for her that only making sweet, intimate love with her would even remotely satisfy. 

She stared up at you through her lashes, cerulean eyes intensely watching you as you placed your hands just underneath her jaw where her neck connected. You leaned forward, keeping eye contact with her until your lips crashed into hers. This was when her legs finally parted for you of their own accord, giving your body the room to stand between her legs. You fit there so perfectly, melding into her as your shared kiss created a heated dance that lit high rising fires inside both of your bellies. 

Larissa’s hands began to wonder as the kiss became more ferocious and needy, her long fingers smoothing up the sides of your thighs and gently rounding over your hips. In a matter of seconds, however, your wife rounded back to your ample behind and placed both hands there to squeeze. You felt a delightful quiver run through your body as she began to massage her hands over your ass, a moan flowing from your mouth and into hers.

She swallowed that moan and created one of her own, pressing her body further into yours as she stretched her neck to continue the onslaught of kisses you were giving each other. Your own hands began to wonder as well, traveling down her neck and over her shoulders. You enjoyed the way her soft skin felt under your fingertips, never tiring of the little sighs and hums she gave as you touched her.

As one hand wandered to her back, splaying across the top of it in possession, your other hand snaked its way back up her neck and underneath her hair. You disconnected the kiss in favor of breathing for a moment as you tangled your fingers in the hair nearest her scalp, pulling your face back from hers to inspect the heavenly look on Larissa’s face. Her lips were swollen, eyes half lidded and mouth parted as she panted, chest rising and falling quickly as her lungs filled with air. 

You couldn’t help yourself as you smiled at the sight of her, the smile switching to one of a puckish nature as your fingers grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head back to expose her beautiful neck. Larissa gasped, eyes widening for a moment as she whimpered and her hands found tighter purchase on your ass. 

With fervor, you attacked her neck with a plethora of kisses, each increasing in their intensity. When you found her pulse point, you closed your teeth around it and sucked arduously, tongue lathing over it after a moment to soothe the burn she surely felt. Larissa enjoyed it though, the evidence clear from the way the moan of your name seemed to come straight from her core. 

Pulling back, you inspected the hickey you left on her skin, admiring the way the bruise complimented the lightness of her skin. A lovely reminder that she was yours, to be touched by no one but you. You gave a gentle kiss to it before running your hands down her arms and removing your hands from your backside. Larissa pouted, nearly on the verge of making grabby hands as you took a step back from her.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have me back in your arms momentarily. But first, I feel an incredible urgency to undress you.” You threw a wink her way before gently cupping her cheek and brushing it with the pad of your thumb.

Wasting no more time, your urgency to have your wife laid naked before you, you dropped to your knees and stared up at Larissa lovingly, but with a glint of wickedness lingering in your eyes. She stared down at you with her mouth slightly open, sucking in deep breaths as she watched you lean your head downward and connect your lips to her left ankle. She clenched her jaw in deep concentration as you made your way up her calf, slowly creeping towards the bend of her knee. 

It took her a moment to process, her brain already in overload as she felt herself becoming more and more wet by the second, but your hands had gently run under her dress to grab hold of the top of her sheer stockings. Your fingers danced teasingly on her thighs for a moment before swiftly removing the stocking from her leg entirely, and all without ripping them. It disappeared behind you as you threw it, making a mental note to tidy it up later.

You repeated the process on Larissa’s other leg, your eyes gazing up at her every now and then to find a deep blush having gone straight to her ears. You grinned, absolutely loving the way she always blushed when aroused. 

Having gotten rid of the stockings from her legs, you rose to your feet to loom over Larissa, only to bend down slightly and place your lips against her burning ear. “Stand up, my love. I want to unzip your dress.” You husked, your tongue snaking out to lick along the shell of her ear.

Larissa moaned, already nodding her head before you were even through with the sentence. She stood up quickly, hand reaching out to hold onto your shoulder so she could steady herself. 

A chuckle escaped your lips as one arm came around to hold tight to her waist. “Such a good girl, obeying so quickly.” You praised her, words tinged with eroticism. Larissa mewled at that, the grip on your shoulder becoming tighter because of your words. 

As you watched her face, conveying a steamy look down at you as she bit her lip, your hand came up to grasp the zipper on the back of her dress. The way you grinned, she thought you were going to tease her and unzip her dress slowly. However, your other arm left her waist and gripped on tightly to the collar of her dress. In one fell swoop, you unzipped the dress and dragged the top of it free from her chest and arms. Larissa was taken aback, but greatly aroused at your display of wanton need to see her naked.

She was going to wiggle out of the dress for you, but you tutted at her before she could even begin to gyrate her hips. You shook your finger at her and dropped to your knees before her for the second time this evening. 

“Allow me.” Was all you gave her as you trapped the end of her dress between your fingers and palm, pulling down with as much force as you had done with the top.

The dress fell to the floor and pooled at her feet. Larissa stepped out of it, but before she could make any move, you were back on your feet and shoving her down onto the bed. As she landed, you crawled on top of her and settled at her hips, leaning forward to place your hands down on both sides of her face. The look of lust you found there made butterflies burst inside your stomach and your clit throb hard.

“Fuck, you are so delicious, Rissa.” You breathed out before attacking her lips hungrily with yours. 

She answered back with a moan and her hands coming to grip at your hips, kisses matching the intensity of yours. “Please!” Larissa begged, fingers holding onto you so hard that you were sure there would be marks there later.

“Please what, love?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow expectantly at her. 

Larissa rolled her hips into yours, moaning and squirming beneath you. Her heart was pounding in her chest like a bull in a china shop. The heat and throbbing between her legs had increased tenfold within the last few minutes, making her a needy, horny mess beneath you. 

“I need you. I need you so bad.” She tried to lean up to kiss you again, but you stopped her with a hand to her chest. “Darling!” She cried out, bewildered as to why you would stop her from kissing you. 

A dark chuckle rumbled up from your throat as the hand that was on her chest moved to cup her breast, which was still covered by her bra. Your wife moaned and shuddered as you massaged her breast, eyes closing for the moment to revel in the feeling. You ground your hips down onto hers for a moment, to give yourself a slight bit of relief. At the same time, you were letting her feel how wet you were for her as well. Larissa growled at the feel of your heat against her, making her buck underneath you once more. She whined pathetically when your hand left its spot, but she quickly stopped when you spoke.

“Arch for me, mon Coeur.” You purred, watching her lovely chest rise towards you as she did what you commanded. You reached around behind her and unclasped the bra, gently removing it from her person before slinging it behind you as you had done her stockings. 

“Mmm, perfect.” You commented as your eyes zeroed in on her breasts. Larissa arched closer towards you, putting on a display for you to admire. You knew what she wanted and you wasted no time in giving in to both of your desires.

With a passion Larissa had always adored in you, your lips latched onto one of her nipples, tongue licking vehemently at it as you sucked on it gently. Larissa’s hand came up to latch onto the back of your head, pressing your face further into her chest as you maintained your ministrations. Your wife’s other hand found purchase on your ass, placing an iron grip on it as she lost herself in the feelings you were providing. 

Not wanting her other breast to be forgotten, you traveled to it by making a trail of wet kisses towards it. Your tongue ran over the nipple longingly before you began to suck on it, bringing about a string of praises and curses from Larissa’s painted lips.

A wet pop sounded around the room as you finally let go of her nipple, making your wife shiver in response. She was writhing even more beneath you now, her hands crawling all over you, trying to pull you as close as possible. 

The way she was trying to touch you immediately made you feel completely overdressed. Her lust blown pupils gazing at you that she had the same exact thought in mind. Without much more thought to it, you quickly discarded your shirt and it landed somewhere next to the two of you. Larissa licked her lips hungrily as she stared at your chest, already bare for her, nipples extruding obscenely due to your arousal.

She reached up to palm both breasts, squeezing and pushing them together as she watched with rapt attention. You arched into her hands as yours latched onto her wrists, hips gyrating hotly against Larissa’s stomach.

You continued on in this way for a few moments, but eventually, as you stared down at the hottest wife a woman could ever have, you knew you couldn’t bear to not have her in your mouth any longer. You quickly removed her hands from your chest, a whimpering protest coming from Larissa at the action. You swallowed her whimpering with a feverish kiss, biting at her lip and pulling it before licking at her teeth with your tongue.

The goddess woman below you kissed back with passion and love, her fingernails scratching down your back as you devoured each other for a moment. You hissed, enjoying the sting and the pleasure of the action, which only spurred you further into action. 

“I believe I’ll be having dessert before dinner tonight, darling.” You teased, speaking against her lips before you started your ascent down her body. 

As you slithered your way down her body slowly, you left behind a plethora of wet kisses and bruises, marking her body up to admire later on. Larissa scooted herself up the bed to give your more room, laying herself back down onto her elbows to watch you observantly. As your face crept closer and closer to where she was most heated, her breathing came in short bursts, labored by the feeling of needing your mouth between her legs. She rolled her hips upwards towards your mouth as it passed by the large wet spot on her panties. You chuckled before placing a quick kiss to that wet spot, making her breath hitch hard.

Quick and nimble fingers hooked to the top of Larissa’s panties and pulled them down her long, luxurious legs. As the panties disappeared, you made eye contact with your wife and kept them glued to hers as you blew gentle air over her slit. 

You closed your eyes, however, when you took in a deep breath of her musky scent. “God, you smell so incredibly…” You opened your eyes again, eyes sparkling as a smirk stretched your lips. “Appetizing.” At that word, your tongue came out to lick through her slit, savoring the tang of her as it hit your taste buds.

Larissa let out a choked moan, legs automatically widening even further for you as she felt your tongue against her folds. You groaned, having dreamt of this moment all day long. There was nothing better than the taste of Larissa on your tongue. It was like ambrosia to you, making you feel as if you were some sort of god. But truly, it was Larissa who was the god, the one who tasted so divine, so utterly delicious. If she would let you, you’d spend each waking moment between her legs, feasting upon the nectar she so willingly gave. 

Your actions suddenly not your own, you buried your face in your wife’s cunt, an animalistic growl ripping its way up your throat as you latched onto her clit.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck!” Larissa moaned loudly, one hand coming to grip onto your hair tightly, pushing her face further into her simultaneously. Her hips rolled uncontrollably, your mouth moving with her in tandem. 

The string of curses coming from her mouth only fed the intensity you felt for eating her out, your mouth sucking ardently on her clit, your hands gripping almost painfully to her thighs as they laid on your shoulders. Larissa wasn’t one to curse much, but when you got her in the bedroom, it was all over. The way they sounded coming from the lilt of her accent and coupled with the moans behind them, the apex of your thighs were to be dry no more. Not that they were much dry before then. No, Larissa had you slick and ready in a mere minute the moment she walked in the door.

“More, darling! Please!” She begged, one hand gripping at the sheets while the other felt as if it was about to rip the hair from your scalp she was holding on so hard. Even if she did, it would be well worth it to pleasure her in all the ways she loved.

Wasting zero time for her pleas, you continued to lap at her clit as your middle finger came to tease at her entrance. Larissa’s hips bucked at the contact, a long and needy whine spilling from her lips in need of more. You obliged, gently sliding your finger inside of her, feeling her pulse around it momentarily. A guttural keen came from above you as Larissa writhed and treasured the feel of you inside her. However, she still needed more from you and was more than happy to beg for it as long as you liked. 

“Y/n! I need more of you inside me! I’m burning with need for you, darling.” Her words hit your ears and you moaned against her clit, sending vibrations through it that made her sling her head backwards as she repeated your name in reverence.

With how wet Larissa was, sliding another finger inside of her was easy. A third finger followed the second, your mouth still singing glories to her taste. You could feel her wetness dripping down your chin and you relished in the fact that you were the one to put her in this state. Both of her hands were on your head now as you pumped your fingers in and out of her at a bruising pace. Her hips bucked up and down, hands keeping your head in place as she fucked herself on your face and fingers. 

You unlatched your mouth from her bundle of nerves for a moment to look up at her, the sob coming from her mouth at the loss of contact almost breaking your heart. Your fingers were still inside her thought, curling to find that spongy spot inside of her that made her head swim deliriously. 

“Can you take one more for me, baby?” You asked, not wanting to push her too far. Truthfully, you felt the need to climb entirely inside her, to meld yourselves together in ecstasy in any way possible, but of course that was impossible. And perhaps a little strange. You abandon the train of thought though as you wait for an answer.

Larissa nodded her head quickly, barely able to get a real word out, much less a sentence. “P-please! PLEASE!” She squalled, nearly losing her mind with how much she wanted you. 

Not one to waste an opportunity, you nodded and watched her face as you gently slid a fourth finger inside of her. The way she clenched tightly around them, a strangled moan and hotly uttered curses spilling forth from the both of you, nearly made your own orgasm occur right then and there.

“You feel so good around my fingers, Larissa.” You said before pushing your face back into her folds, tongue licking and mouth sucking enthusiastically. She only moaned louder in response, that coil inside her core winding tighter and tighter.

“I-I’m going to -OH!- come, darling!” Larissa stuttered as you pumped her full with your fingers, relishing in the way she felt and tasted. She was the finest of desserts, the nectar of the gods and all sweet things on Earth in one body. It was a wonder you ever moved away from the apex of her thighs at all.

You doubled your efforts, fucking her with such abandon that the headboard of your bed began to shake. You could hear Larissa losing herself above you and you had to look up and watch her as you ate and fucked her to the best of your ability.

Within a matter of seconds of you fucking her harder, Larissa’s thighs clamped tightly around your head. It was the telltale sign of her impending orgasm, her entire body quivering as her back arched and her legs kept you in a vise grip. You had no qualms with this, no complaints. No, you continued as you were, fingers pounding her into oblivion as your mouth feasted upon the wash of arousal that flowed from her entrance and into your mouth.

If anyone had been anywhere near the two of you at this time, they would think you were murdering Larissa from the way she sounded. The orgasm washed over her entire body and into her extremities, making them feel tingly all the way throughout.

You wanted to continue to devour your wife, but in time everything became too sensitive and she released her thighs from around your head to push at you lightly. You huffed as you finally removed your mouth from her, wanting to live there forever. But you knew that she would be overstimulated now, if the way her entrance clenched around your fingers were any indication at all. 

With a kiss to the inside of her thigh, you smile lovingly up at her and lay your head against her. “I’m going to pull out now, love.” You warned her gently, waiting for a response before doing so.

Larissa nodded, trying to control her breathing. She brushed her fingers through your hair as an indication to go ahead, her throat still a bit sore from the screaming she had just done moments prior.

With an ease only perfected from years of love making, you pulled your fingers out from her slowly. She hissed for a moment above you, sensitive from being stretched out a bit. You looked up at her with concern, but she only smiled and nodded her head once again, letting you know she was just fine.

You crawled your way up the bed to plop down beside her, giving any skin you could reach a light kiss in several places. She sighed happily, wrapping her arms around you as you lay your head on her shoulder. You kissed her neck before leaning on your arm to look down at her post orgasm face, memorizing it just as you had been doing for so many years before.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so gorgeous.” You breathed, running your fingers along her jawline and making her shiver.

“Mmm, I love you too.” Larissa responded, finally opening her eyes to gaze into yours. She smiled a full, teeth showing grin as she snuggled into you further. “I suppose you gave a new meaning to Bon Appétit tonight.”

A full, chest heaving laugh rose up to rock your whole body at her words. She laughed with you, enjoying the sound of you filling her ears. There was nothing she wanted more than what she had in her arms and in her bed right now.

As your laugh died down, you looked at Larissa with all the love in your heart and bent your head down to kiss her with that same love. “Well, when you give me such a grand course to feast on, how could I resist?”

Larissa blushed deeply, but surged forward to give you a deeper kiss before placing her forehead against yours. There were no words left in her, just that feeling that lived deep in her chest. The feeling of being whole and being accepted as she was. And, of all things, being devoured by the waves of true love.

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Bug might've untied her tie so Mousey could tie it again.....maybe.

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She’s got elegance she’s got grace she’s got great posture for a woman who sits at a desk all day ect. ect.

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[looks for you in everything] [finds you there]

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I amn...jsust a littl creetchur...I canot change thsi..... /ref

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Burlesque Alcina :) @katdemedi's fic slays!

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A Larissa Weems x F!Reader oneshot (for now) - Normie Reader experiences a very sudden heat for whatever reason and oh good lord Larissa is just so hot how can anyone expect you to work under these conditions… (NSFW: Vulgar, Breeding Kink, Shapeshifting Advantages, All that Jazz) (Larissa is just mentioned/imagined in this.) Am I sorry? Meh.

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There was just something in her that lit something in you.

A fire the likes of which you’d never encountered before. As though a flame was constantly flicked on beneath your heart, causing it to race, causing it to pound, causing it to bring the blood from your limbs up to your cheeks; painting you in a deep blush. Making you dizzy. Making you ache. Making you feel a type of delicious never-ending burn that seemed to spark the very moment you saw her.

Her.

Oh, her.

The same woman that made you realize that you wanted to become heavily acquainted with Lust and all of the friendly benefits it could offer. The very catalyst to your panic and your flush and the shake in your hands as you pressed yourself up against the wall of your shower and imagined it was her doing it instead. Oh how her hands would feel… how her touch would mold… how her teeth would graze and nibble and bite and gnash in ways that sent you spiraling. The muscles in her biceps flexing as she interlocked your hands and forced your arms up over your head, holding you to the chilled tile, making you shiver even if the water was hot.

It felt like the word ‘Please’ was on the very tip of your tongue whenever you passed her in the hall. ‘Please,’ you wanted to murmur to her one day, ‘Please, put me out of my misery and ruin me before I explode.’ Because that’s what it felt like, didn’t it? The strange pull in your bones, crawling up through your veins, invading your mind, it felt like you were being stretched taut and that no amount of self-assured pleasure could help release your tormented body. Explosion, at that point then, was imminent. And dangerous. You could barely concentrate on classes; you could barely pay attention to another person; you could barely think about anything other than her fingers… and her tongue… and those deep bottomless sapphire eyes - staring straight into your soul as you fell apart beneath her.

Some part of you told you that you were going through heat. That the very desperate natural human basic need for pleasure was just that - something a person experienced from time to time. Something that werewolves and cats and animals felt whenever that season came around. But you were a ‘normie’. You’d never felt that before… until Larissa Weems, of course. Until you sat down in a staff meeting one day and peered down at her painted nails and long tapered fingers and delicate hands, woven with blue veins and a wicked strength you’d never seen, and wondered what her index and middle finger would taste like when resting on your tongue. The thought still brought redness to your cheeks and drool to the inside of your mouth. It was just so terribly depraved. So desperate. So needy in a way that you wanted her to say- to tell you- to whisper in your ear while you whimpered into the warm skin of her shoulder.

‘Look at you… such a silly little thing… trembling all for me…’

All for you. All for her. All for Larissa, at all times, no matter what.

You knew that people were starting to worry about you and your actions - especially Larissa herself. She was your boss after all, she was supposed to pick up on any behavioral changes, and you had definitely changed. Without even knowing, you became far more introverted and spent more time alone than you ever had before. Though then again, most of that time was dedicated to taking care of the relentless throb between your thighs. Honestly, sometimes it got so strong that it interrupted your entire day and you had to find some way to ease the strange pangs before they got out of hand.

And you’d been doing a good job. Really, you had. You’d been taking the necessary moments to rid yourself of the feeling for at least a few hours before it came back - and that was enough. It was enough.

Until it wasn’t.

Until it began to hurt.

Until you realized that yes, indeed, you were somehow going through heat - and there was no one there to help you with it.

–

‘Good morning Larissa,

I just wanted to email you with a quick update and say that I, unfortunately, have fallen quite ill. I don’t think I’m equipped enough to handle my classes, and I’m very sorry for the inconvenience. Knowing this would get worse, I already printed out lesson plans and activities for my students. They’re all on my desk in my classroom.

Thank you - hopefully I get over this soon.

Y/N’

A quick email. That was good. You didn’t specify timing but that was fine. Your ‘heat’, for lack of a better word, had already been happening for about three weeks. If you were correct in your research, it wouldn’t be too much longer - perhaps a week or so more. Though in the long run, it would be a bigger pain in the ass than you expected. Already, your room smelled of sex and was so stuffy that you had to keep a window open constantly. And to get rid of the scent, you resorted to wall plug-ins and incense; they were the best you could think of on the fly. The rest of the issue - such as the air being far too hot - could only be remedied with a lack of clothing and many cold showers.

You supposed that was the best blessing during your time of strife- having an ensuite all to yourself. Staff were given the option to live on campus or live near Jericho, but you decided that ease of access was more important than living utterly alone. And, another plus that allowed you to let out a sigh of relief from time to time, was the fact that the teacher’s wing was very far from the students’. So any of the werewolves that wandered the halls wouldn’t smell you - as long as you stayed in your room. Thus, the email. And the isolation. And the constant worry that often came as an after-thought during your moments of… reprieve.

Even then, you truly felt you were going mad.

Tears often leaked from the corners of your eyes at night when you twisted around in bed, trying (and failing) to keep your hands from wandering about your body. You’d never experienced the phrase ‘instinctive’ to such an extent until that span of time where your searching fingers tip-tapped their way down the soft skin of your rounded tummy and found themselves drawing circles around your clit without thinking. Because it was all done without thinking. Even thinking was done without thinking.

Most of the time, your head was filled with thoughts of your boss. It was always Larissa. It was always Larissa and it was always her tall figure dwarfing your own, pushing you into a state of submission that you wanted to fall into anyway. She wouldn’t even have to try very hard - she wouldn’t even have to bend you over her lap and spank you red unless you came without her permission and she wouldn’t even- she-

‘Y/N,

I’m very sorry to hear you’ve fallen ill; please don’t worry about your classes as I can provide a substitute immediately. That being said, take as much time as you need to recover. I’ll stop by later today to chat briefly about the form you can fill out for an extended absence. Thank you for letting me know and I sincerely hope you feel better soon.

Larissa W.’

The ping of the email distracted you for a moment.

Good- that was good- your classes would be covered and you were ‘off the hook’. Great. Take as much time as you need mhm mhm… blah blah blah… stop by later today… mh-

Wait.

Wait, what?

You blinked, stared down at the lit up screen of your phone, and then blinked again.

She was… stopping… by? Later? On that day? When the clench in your abdomen was so strong that you were descending into sniffling sobs every two seconds? On that day, when you had just reached the point in which your fingers- the four you managed to fit and utilize- no longer got rid of the ache? On that day, when you were cursing yourself for never buying a fucking sex toy just for the Hell of it?

In your defense, you didn’t think you were ever going to descend into a spontaneous excruciating heat at any point in your life- but it didn’t really matter anyway.

Because whether you liked it or not, Larissa Weems, your boss, the headmistress of the Nevermore Academy for Outcasts, the main event of your wet dreams and sexual fantasies was going to stop by your room for a ‘brief chat’... and you hadn’t been clothed for three days. And your legs were trembling all the time. And the insides of your soft thighs were coated in slick constantly. And your skin was always overheated and sensitive and your voice was hoarse due to the amount of muffled screaming you pressed into the fabric of your pillow and your bed was very much unmade and your room smelled like a 24 hour sex dungeon and the blush on your cheeks had only increased tenfold by the time you sat up in your unmade bed, winced, and let out a whine.

Oh why had the Gods cursed you so?

Why had they placed a hex on your little human body and filled it with a libido that could only match the ferocity of dragons? Why did they force a potion of lust down your throat and place you in front of Larissa Weems and make you look at her with eyes of dark desire? Why did they place the image of her sloping hips and long legs and thick thighs in your mind and poison you with dreams that followed you into the waking world?

Why did you want her so badly?

Why did you yearn for her touch and why did you want her smell enveloping your body and why- oh god why- did you want to kiss her so often? Why did you want her to take care of you? Why did you want her of all people! to take you to bed and make you see stars? Why did you want red lipstick covering your skin and why did you want your face between her thighs and why did you want to feel her come apart beneath you? Why did she drive you wild? Why did she force you into a state of fluster that you could only pull yourself out of when you were alone?

Why did she plague you?

“I can’t do this…,” you suddenly confessed to no one in particular as you let out a sigh.

The fire had dulled to a simmer long enough for you to stand and slowly make your way to the bathroom.

Pain experienced during heat, you came to find, was far different than any other pain. It was like you felt empty - utterly disgustingly empty - and your body hated that. It rebelled. It made your abdomen, your fucking womb, feel hot. And after the heat, it began to ache. Like you were sitting on the edge of an orgasm and you needed that extra push- that extra kiss- that extra lick of praise- to send you tipping off the edge into an ocean of bliss…. But you couldn’t have it. The push, the kiss, the praise wasn’t there. Nor was the thrust of strong hips, or the scratch of fingernails, or the hissed growl of dominance in your ear. None of it. And your body knew that, so it made you clench and unclench constantly; and it punished you for your negligence and made your clit extra sensitive and your nipples hard and eager to be teased and your skin- oh your poor skin- was practically begging for someone to touch it. To mark it. To hold it and squeeze it and bite it and make it theirs.

Make it hers.

Goodness, you were pathetic. The fog that fell over your mind whenever you thought of Larissa was so hypnotizing that once your thoughts got going, they couldn’t stop.

‘Think of her,’ the strange lustful monster within you hissed, ‘Think of her and all of the sinful things she could do to you. Think of her hands pulling your hair, think of her warm thighs straddling your waist, think of her tongue running itself along your neck… and down your chest… and lower and lower… lower… pooling with drool and letting it drip-drop onto your cunt… licking at your clit…’

A whimper slipped past your lips as soon as you stepped into the water of your shower.

The heat was both soothing and torturous, doing you no favors as it instantly glazed the top of your mind; normally you’d prefer to make it cold to put a damper on your libido, but the need to get off yet again overpowered any lingerings of common sense.

But really, if you were being honest with yourself, there was no common sense during ‘heat’. At all. You figured that out rather quickly when, on the fourth day of wanting to be fucked mercilessly, you began entertaining thoughts of breeding. Of course you didn’t want a child. But the thought… the thought… of such warmth in you… filling what was always so painfully empty… of someone- of her- holding you down and breeding you full, growling that you were to be hers forever, was something that had you cumming in under five minutes. You simply couldn’t help it. And ever since that thought, it was as though you crossed into the dark side. All kinds of kinks and experiments filtered into your horny little brain, and all you could do to keep yourself from going crazy was to keep orgasming until your fingers could barely move.

It was the worst experience of your life…

…when you weren’t sitting on the built-in shower stool and thrusting three fingers into yourself, imagining Larissa watching you from beyond the glass. It was terrible except for when you pictured her telling you to go faster, to slow down, to take your fingers out completely and spread your folds wide so she could coo over how cute you looked when your cunt ached for her touch. It was maddening while you weren’t fantasizing about her stepping into the shower with you- all 6 feet, 3 inches of her- and threading her perfect hand in your hair and pressing you to her venus mound and making you kiss it until you came around your own fingers. Then making you stick your tongue out and look up at her as she slowly rolled her hips, coating you in a taste you knew you’d never ever get tired of.

Maybe even… oh god… maybe even shifting that part of herself and surprising you by sliding the head of her cock into your mouth and making you worship her until you forgot your own name. Running your eager tongue along the hot veins… peering up through your eyelashes as she slowly- slowly- craned her head back and let out a deep bone-shaking groan… Unable to help herself as she pushed you down just a bit more, slowly making that ‘pretty mouth of yours’ (as she called it) take as much of her as it could.

“There… yes, right there darling…” You could practically hear her words, as if she were with you, while your eyes rolled back and your other hand came up to rub furiously as your clit.

Unfortunately, even as you sat there and felt the prickling wave of heat wash over your body, clenching tightly around your own fingers while you orgasmed, you knew that it wouldn’t be enough. You knew that the water running down your face was mixed with frustrated tears. You knew that no climax you reached all by yourself would ever be able to properly satiate your body and every thing it was feeling. After all, a ‘normie’ was not supposed to experience ‘heat’ - and your mind was already so close to breaking all by itself.

It was just a shame that Larissa wasn’t there to snap it in half for you.

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This was just a quick exercise - I want to better my smut writing abilities. New updates soon and all that. Any thoughts on a Part 2? - Ripley x

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[cherryapplejuice]

нєαт

✩*⢄⢁✧ --------- ✧⡈⡠*✩

✩*⢄⢁✧ --------- ✧⡈⡠*✩

A Larissa Weems x F!Reader oneshot (for now) - Normie Reader experiences a very sudden heat for whatever reason and oh good lord Larissa is just so hot how can anyone expect you to work under these conditions… (NSFW: Vulgar, Breeding Kink, Shapeshifting Advantages, All that Jazz) (Larissa is just mentioned/imagined in this.) Am I sorry? Meh.

✩*⢄⢁✧ --------- ✧⡈⡠*✩

There was just something in her that lit something in you.

A fire the likes of which you’d never encountered before. As though a flame was constantly flicked on beneath your heart, causing it to race, causing it to pound, causing it to bring the blood from your limbs up to your cheeks; painting you in a deep blush. Making you dizzy. Making you ache. Making you feel a type of delicious never-ending burn that seemed to spark the very moment you saw her.

Her.

Oh, her.

The same woman that made you realize that you wanted to become heavily acquainted with Lust and all of the friendly benefits it could offer. The very catalyst to your panic and your flush and the shake in your hands as you pressed yourself up against the wall of your shower and imagined it was her doing it instead. Oh how her hands would feel… how her touch would mold… how her teeth would graze and nibble and bite and gnash in ways that sent you spiraling. The muscles in her biceps flexing as she interlocked your hands and forced your arms up over your head, holding you to the chilled tile, making you shiver even if the water was hot.

It felt like the word ‘Please’ was on the very tip of your tongue whenever you passed her in the hall. ‘Please,’ you wanted to murmur to her one day, ‘Please, put me out of my misery and ruin me before I explode.’ Because that’s what it felt like, didn’t it? The strange pull in your bones, crawling up through your veins, invading your mind, it felt like you were being stretched taut and that no amount of self-assured pleasure could help release your tormented body. Explosion, at that point then, was imminent. And dangerous. You could barely concentrate on classes; you could barely pay attention to another person; you could barely think about anything other than her fingers… and her tongue… and those deep bottomless sapphire eyes - staring straight into your soul as you fell apart beneath her.

Some part of you told you that you were going through heat. That the very desperate natural human basic need for pleasure was just that - something a person experienced from time to time. Something that werewolves and cats and animals felt whenever that season came around. But you were a ‘normie’. You’d never felt that before… until Larissa Weems, of course. Until you sat down in a staff meeting one day and peered down at her painted nails and long tapered fingers and delicate hands, woven with blue veins and a wicked strength you’d never seen, and wondered what her index and middle finger would taste like when resting on your tongue. The thought still brought redness to your cheeks and drool to the inside of your mouth. It was just so terribly depraved. So desperate. So needy in a way that you wanted her to say- to tell you- to whisper in your ear while you whimpered into the warm skin of her shoulder.

‘Look at you… such a silly little thing… trembling all for me…’

All for you. All for her. All for Larissa, at all times, no matter what.

You knew that people were starting to worry about you and your actions - especially Larissa herself. She was your boss after all, she was supposed to pick up on any behavioral changes, and you had definitely changed. Without even knowing, you became far more introverted and spent more time alone than you ever had before. Though then again, most of that time was dedicated to taking care of the relentless throb between your thighs. Honestly, sometimes it got so strong that it interrupted your entire day and you had to find some way to ease the strange pangs before they got out of hand.

And you’d been doing a good job. Really, you had. You’d been taking the necessary moments to rid yourself of the feeling for at least a few hours before it came back - and that was enough. It was enough.

Until it wasn’t.

Until it began to hurt.

Until you realized that yes, indeed, you were somehow going through heat - and there was no one there to help you with it.

–

‘Good morning Larissa,

I just wanted to email you with a quick update and say that I, unfortunately, have fallen quite ill. I don’t think I’m equipped enough to handle my classes, and I’m very sorry for the inconvenience. Knowing this would get worse, I already printed out lesson plans and activities for my students. They’re all on my desk in my classroom.

Thank you - hopefully I get over this soon.

Y/N’

A quick email. That was good. You didn’t specify timing but that was fine. Your ‘heat’, for lack of a better word, had already been happening for about three weeks. If you were correct in your research, it wouldn’t be too much longer - perhaps a week or so more. Though in the long run, it would be a bigger pain in the ass than you expected. Already, your room smelled of sex and was so stuffy that you had to keep a window open constantly. And to get rid of the scent, you resorted to wall plug-ins and incense; they were the best you could think of on the fly. The rest of the issue - such as the air being far too hot - could only be remedied with a lack of clothing and many cold showers.

You supposed that was the best blessing during your time of strife- having an ensuite all to yourself. Staff were given the option to live on campus or live near Jericho, but you decided that ease of access was more important than living utterly alone. And, another plus that allowed you to let out a sigh of relief from time to time, was the fact that the teacher’s wing was very far from the students’. So any of the werewolves that wandered the halls wouldn’t smell you - as long as you stayed in your room. Thus, the email. And the isolation. And the constant worry that often came as an after-thought during your moments of… reprieve.

Even then, you truly felt you were going mad.

Tears often leaked from the corners of your eyes at night when you twisted around in bed, trying (and failing) to keep your hands from wandering about your body. You’d never experienced the phrase ‘instinctive’ to such an extent until that span of time where your searching fingers tip-tapped their way down the soft skin of your rounded tummy and found themselves drawing circles around your clit without thinking. Because it was all done without thinking. Even thinking was done without thinking.

Most of the time, your head was filled with thoughts of your boss. It was always Larissa. It was always Larissa and it was always her tall figure dwarfing your own, pushing you into a state of submission that you wanted to fall into anyway. She wouldn’t even have to try very hard - she wouldn’t even have to bend you over her lap and spank you red unless you came without her permission and she wouldn’t even- she-

‘Y/N,

I’m very sorry to hear you’ve fallen ill; please don’t worry about your classes as I can provide a substitute immediately. That being said, take as much time as you need to recover. I’ll stop by later today to chat briefly about the form you can fill out for an extended absence. Thank you for letting me know and I sincerely hope you feel better soon.

Larissa W.’

The ping of the email distracted you for a moment.

Good- that was good- your classes would be covered and you were ‘off the hook’. Great. Take as much time as you need mhm mhm… blah blah blah… stop by later today… mh-

Wait.

Wait, what?

You blinked, stared down at the lit up screen of your phone, and then blinked again.

She was… stopping… by? Later? On that day? When the clench in your abdomen was so strong that you were descending into sniffling sobs every two seconds? On that day, when you had just reached the point in which your fingers- the four you managed to fit and utilize- no longer got rid of the ache? On that day, when you were cursing yourself for never buying a fucking sex toy just for the Hell of it?

In your defense, you didn’t think you were ever going to descend into a spontaneous excruciating heat at any point in your life- but it didn’t really matter anyway.

Because whether you liked it or not, Larissa Weems, your boss, the headmistress of the Nevermore Academy for Outcasts, the main event of your wet dreams and sexual fantasies was going to stop by your room for a ‘brief chat’... and you hadn’t been clothed for three days. And your legs were trembling all the time. And the insides of your soft thighs were coated in slick constantly. And your skin was always overheated and sensitive and your voice was hoarse due to the amount of muffled screaming you pressed into the fabric of your pillow and your bed was very much unmade and your room smelled like a 24 hour sex dungeon and the blush on your cheeks had only increased tenfold by the time you sat up in your unmade bed, winced, and let out a whine.

Oh why had the Gods cursed you so?

Why had they placed a hex on your little human body and filled it with a libido that could only match the ferocity of dragons? Why did they force a potion of lust down your throat and place you in front of Larissa Weems and make you look at her with eyes of dark desire? Why did they place the image of her sloping hips and long legs and thick thighs in your mind and poison you with dreams that followed you into the waking world?

Why did you want her so badly?

Why did you yearn for her touch and why did you want her smell enveloping your body and why- oh god why- did you want to kiss her so often? Why did you want her to take care of you? Why did you want her of all people! to take you to bed and make you see stars? Why did you want red lipstick covering your skin and why did you want your face between her thighs and why did you want to feel her come apart beneath you? Why did she drive you wild? Why did she force you into a state of fluster that you could only pull yourself out of when you were alone?

Why did she plague you?

“I can’t do this…,” you suddenly confessed to no one in particular as you let out a sigh.

The fire had dulled to a simmer long enough for you to stand and slowly make your way to the bathroom.

Pain experienced during heat, you came to find, was far different than any other pain. It was like you felt empty - utterly disgustingly empty - and your body hated that. It rebelled. It made your abdomen, your fucking womb, feel hot. And after the heat, it began to ache. Like you were sitting on the edge of an orgasm and you needed that extra push- that extra kiss- that extra lick of praise- to send you tipping off the edge into an ocean of bliss…. But you couldn’t have it. The push, the kiss, the praise wasn’t there. Nor was the thrust of strong hips, or the scratch of fingernails, or the hissed growl of dominance in your ear. None of it. And your body knew that, so it made you clench and unclench constantly; and it punished you for your negligence and made your clit extra sensitive and your nipples hard and eager to be teased and your skin- oh your poor skin- was practically begging for someone to touch it. To mark it. To hold it and squeeze it and bite it and make it theirs.

Make it hers.

Goodness, you were pathetic. The fog that fell over your mind whenever you thought of Larissa was so hypnotizing that once your thoughts got going, they couldn’t stop.

‘Think of her,’ the strange lustful monster within you hissed, ‘Think of her and all of the sinful things she could do to you. Think of her hands pulling your hair, think of her warm thighs straddling your waist, think of her tongue running itself along your neck… and down your chest… and lower and lower… lower… pooling with drool and letting it drip-drop onto your cunt… licking at your clit…’

A whimper slipped past your lips as soon as you stepped into the water of your shower.

The heat was both soothing and torturous, doing you no favors as it instantly glazed the top of your mind; normally you’d prefer to make it cold to put a damper on your libido, but the need to get off yet again overpowered any lingerings of common sense.

But really, if you were being honest with yourself, there was no common sense during ‘heat’. At all. You figured that out rather quickly when, on the fourth day of wanting to be fucked mercilessly, you began entertaining thoughts of breeding. Of course you didn’t want a child. But the thought… the thought… of such warmth in you… filling what was always so painfully empty… of someone- of her- holding you down and breeding you full, growling that you were to be hers forever, was something that had you cumming in under five minutes. You simply couldn’t help it. And ever since that thought, it was as though you crossed into the dark side. All kinds of kinks and experiments filtered into your horny little brain, and all you could do to keep yourself from going crazy was to keep orgasming until your fingers could barely move.

It was the worst experience of your life…

…when you weren’t sitting on the built-in shower stool and thrusting three fingers into yourself, imagining Larissa watching you from beyond the glass. It was terrible except for when you pictured her telling you to go faster, to slow down, to take your fingers out completely and spread your folds wide so she could coo over how cute you looked when your cunt ached for her touch. It was maddening while you weren’t fantasizing about her stepping into the shower with you- all 6 feet, 3 inches of her- and threading her perfect hand in your hair and pressing you to her venus mound and making you kiss it until you came around your own fingers. Then making you stick your tongue out and look up at her as she slowly rolled her hips, coating you in a taste you knew you’d never ever get tired of.

Maybe even… oh god… maybe even shifting that part of herself and surprising you by sliding the head of her cock into your mouth and making you worship her until you forgot your own name. Running your eager tongue along the hot veins… peering up through your eyelashes as she slowly- slowly- craned her head back and let out a deep bone-shaking groan… Unable to help herself as she pushed you down just a bit more, slowly making that ‘pretty mouth of yours’ (as she called it) take as much of her as it could.

“There… yes, right there darling…” You could practically hear her words, as if she were with you, while your eyes rolled back and your other hand came up to rub furiously as your clit.

Unfortunately, even as you sat there and felt the prickling wave of heat wash over your body, clenching tightly around your own fingers while you orgasmed, you knew that it wouldn’t be enough. You knew that the water running down your face was mixed with frustrated tears. You knew that no climax you reached all by yourself would ever be able to properly satiate your body and every thing it was feeling. After all, a ‘normie’ was not supposed to experience ‘heat’ - and your mind was already so close to breaking all by itself.

It was just a shame that Larissa wasn’t there to snap it in half for you.

✩*⢄⢁✧ --------- ✧⡈⡠*✩

This was just a quick exercise - I want to better my smut writing abilities. New updates soon and all that. Any thoughts on a Part 2? - Ripley x

✩*⢄⢁✧ --------- ✧⡈⡠*✩

[cherryapplejuice]

нєαт

✩*⢄⢁✧ --------- ✧⡈⡠*✩

✩*⢄⢁✧ --------- ✧⡈⡠*✩

A Larissa Weems x F!Reader oneshot (for now) - Normie Reader experiences a very sudden heat for whatever reason and oh good lord Larissa is just so hot how can anyone expect you to work under these conditions… (NSFW: Vulgar, Breeding Kink, Shapeshifting Advantages, All that Jazz) (Larissa is just mentioned/imagined in this.) Am I sorry? Meh.

✩*⢄⢁✧ --------- ✧⡈⡠*✩

There was just something in her that lit something in you.

A fire the likes of which you’d never encountered before. As though a flame was constantly flicked on beneath your heart, causing it to race, causing it to pound, causing it to bring the blood from your limbs up to your cheeks; painting you in a deep blush. Making you dizzy. Making you ache. Making you feel a type of delicious never-ending burn that seemed to spark the very moment you saw her.

Her.

Oh, her.

The same woman that made you realize that you wanted to become heavily acquainted with Lust and all of the friendly benefits it could offer. The very catalyst to your panic and your flush and the shake in your hands as you pressed yourself up against the wall of your shower and imagined it was her doing it instead. Oh how her hands would feel… how her touch would mold… how her teeth would graze and nibble and bite and gnash in ways that sent you spiraling. The muscles in her biceps flexing as she interlocked your hands and forced your arms up over your head, holding you to the chilled tile, making you shiver even if the water was hot.

It felt like the word ‘Please’ was on the very tip of your tongue whenever you passed her in the hall. ‘Please,’ you wanted to murmur to her one day, ‘Please, put me out of my misery and ruin me before I explode.’ Because that’s what it felt like, didn’t it? The strange pull in your bones, crawling up through your veins, invading your mind, it felt like you were being stretched taut and that no amount of self-assured pleasure could help release your tormented body. Explosion, at that point then, was imminent. And dangerous. You could barely concentrate on classes; you could barely pay attention to another person; you could barely think about anything other than her fingers… and her tongue… and those deep bottomless sapphire eyes - staring straight into your soul as you fell apart beneath her.

Some part of you told you that you were going through heat. That the very desperate natural human basic need for pleasure was just that - something a person experienced from time to time. Something that werewolves and cats and animals felt whenever that season came around. But you were a ‘normie’. You’d never felt that before… until Larissa Weems, of course. Until you sat down in a staff meeting one day and peered down at her painted nails and long tapered fingers and delicate hands, woven with blue veins and a wicked strength you’d never seen, and wondered what her index and middle finger would taste like when resting on your tongue. The thought still brought redness to your cheeks and drool to the inside of your mouth. It was just so terribly depraved. So desperate. So needy in a way that you wanted her to say- to tell you- to whisper in your ear while you whimpered into the warm skin of her shoulder.

‘Look at you… such a silly little thing… trembling all for me…’

All for you. All for her. All for Larissa, at all times, no matter what.

You knew that people were starting to worry about you and your actions - especially Larissa herself. She was your boss after all, she was supposed to pick up on any behavioral changes, and you had definitely changed. Without even knowing, you became far more introverted and spent more time alone than you ever had before. Though then again, most of that time was dedicated to taking care of the relentless throb between your thighs. Honestly, sometimes it got so strong that it interrupted your entire day and you had to find some way to ease the strange pangs before they got out of hand.

And you’d been doing a good job. Really, you had. You’d been taking the necessary moments to rid yourself of the feeling for at least a few hours before it came back - and that was enough. It was enough.

Until it wasn’t.

Until it began to hurt.

Until you realized that yes, indeed, you were somehow going through heat - and there was no one there to help you with it.

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‘Good morning Larissa,

I just wanted to email you with a quick update and say that I, unfortunately, have fallen quite ill. I don’t think I’m equipped enough to handle my classes, and I’m very sorry for the inconvenience. Knowing this would get worse, I already printed out lesson plans and activities for my students. They’re all on my desk in my classroom.

Thank you - hopefully I get over this soon.

Y/N’

A quick email. That was good. You didn’t specify timing but that was fine. Your ‘heat’, for lack of a better word, had already been happening for about three weeks. If you were correct in your research, it wouldn’t be too much longer - perhaps a week or so more. Though in the long run, it would be a bigger pain in the ass than you expected. Already, your room smelled of sex and was so stuffy that you had to keep a window open constantly. And to get rid of the scent, you resorted to wall plug-ins and incense; they were the best you could think of on the fly. The rest of the issue - such as the air being far too hot - could only be remedied with a lack of clothing and many cold showers.

You supposed that was the best blessing during your time of strife- having an ensuite all to yourself. Staff were given the option to live on campus or live near Jericho, but you decided that ease of access was more important than living utterly alone. And, another plus that allowed you to let out a sigh of relief from time to time, was the fact that the teacher’s wing was very far from the students’. So any of the werewolves that wandered the halls wouldn’t smell you - as long as you stayed in your room. Thus, the email. And the isolation. And the constant worry that often came as an after-thought during your moments of… reprieve.

Even then, you truly felt you were going mad.

Tears often leaked from the corners of your eyes at night when you twisted around in bed, trying (and failing) to keep your hands from wandering about your body. You’d never experienced the phrase ‘instinctive’ to such an extent until that span of time where your searching fingers tip-tapped their way down the soft skin of your rounded tummy and found themselves drawing circles around your clit without thinking. Because it was all done without thinking. Even thinking was done without thinking.

Most of the time, your head was filled with thoughts of your boss. It was always Larissa. It was always Larissa and it was always her tall figure dwarfing your own, pushing you into a state of submission that you wanted to fall into anyway. She wouldn’t even have to try very hard - she wouldn’t even have to bend you over her lap and spank you red unless you came without her permission and she wouldn’t even- she-

‘Y/N,

I’m very sorry to hear you’ve fallen ill; please don’t worry about your classes as I can provide a substitute immediately. That being said, take as much time as you need to recover. I’ll stop by later today to chat briefly about the form you can fill out for an extended absence. Thank you for letting me know and I sincerely hope you feel better soon.

Larissa W.’

The ping of the email distracted you for a moment.

Good- that was good- your classes would be covered and you were ‘off the hook’. Great. Take as much time as you need mhm mhm… blah blah blah… stop by later today… mh-

Wait.

Wait, what?

You blinked, stared down at the lit up screen of your phone, and then blinked again.

She was… stopping… by? Later? On that day? When the clench in your abdomen was so strong that you were descending into sniffling sobs every two seconds? On that day, when you had just reached the point in which your fingers- the four you managed to fit and utilize- no longer got rid of the ache? On that day, when you were cursing yourself for never buying a fucking sex toy just for the Hell of it?

In your defense, you didn’t think you were ever going to descend into a spontaneous excruciating heat at any point in your life- but it didn’t really matter anyway.

Because whether you liked it or not, Larissa Weems, your boss, the headmistress of the Nevermore Academy for Outcasts, the main event of your wet dreams and sexual fantasies was going to stop by your room for a ‘brief chat’... and you hadn’t been clothed for three days. And your legs were trembling all the time. And the insides of your soft thighs were coated in slick constantly. And your skin was always overheated and sensitive and your voice was hoarse due to the amount of muffled screaming you pressed into the fabric of your pillow and your bed was very much unmade and your room smelled like a 24 hour sex dungeon and the blush on your cheeks had only increased tenfold by the time you sat up in your unmade bed, winced, and let out a whine.

Oh why had the Gods cursed you so?

Why had they placed a hex on your little human body and filled it with a libido that could only match the ferocity of dragons? Why did they force a potion of lust down your throat and place you in front of Larissa Weems and make you look at her with eyes of dark desire? Why did they place the image of her sloping hips and long legs and thick thighs in your mind and poison you with dreams that followed you into the waking world?

Why did you want her so badly?

Why did you yearn for her touch and why did you want her smell enveloping your body and why- oh god why- did you want to kiss her so often? Why did you want her to take care of you? Why did you want her of all people! to take you to bed and make you see stars? Why did you want red lipstick covering your skin and why did you want your face between her thighs and why did you want to feel her come apart beneath you? Why did she drive you wild? Why did she force you into a state of fluster that you could only pull yourself out of when you were alone?

Why did she plague you?

“I can’t do this…,” you suddenly confessed to no one in particular as you let out a sigh.

The fire had dulled to a simmer long enough for you to stand and slowly make your way to the bathroom.

Pain experienced during heat, you came to find, was far different than any other pain. It was like you felt empty - utterly disgustingly empty - and your body hated that. It rebelled. It made your abdomen, your fucking womb, feel hot. And after the heat, it began to ache. Like you were sitting on the edge of an orgasm and you needed that extra push- that extra kiss- that extra lick of praise- to send you tipping off the edge into an ocean of bliss…. But you couldn’t have it. The push, the kiss, the praise wasn’t there. Nor was the thrust of strong hips, or the scratch of fingernails, or the hissed growl of dominance in your ear. None of it. And your body knew that, so it made you clench and unclench constantly; and it punished you for your negligence and made your clit extra sensitive and your nipples hard and eager to be teased and your skin- oh your poor skin- was practically begging for someone to touch it. To mark it. To hold it and squeeze it and bite it and make it theirs.

Make it hers.

Goodness, you were pathetic. The fog that fell over your mind whenever you thought of Larissa was so hypnotizing that once your thoughts got going, they couldn’t stop.

‘Think of her,’ the strange lustful monster within you hissed, ‘Think of her and all of the sinful things she could do to you. Think of her hands pulling your hair, think of her warm thighs straddling your waist, think of her tongue running itself along your neck… and down your chest… and lower and lower… lower… pooling with drool and letting it drip-drop onto your cunt… licking at your clit…’

A whimper slipped past your lips as soon as you stepped into the water of your shower.

The heat was both soothing and torturous, doing you no favors as it instantly glazed the top of your mind; normally you’d prefer to make it cold to put a damper on your libido, but the need to get off yet again overpowered any lingerings of common sense.

But really, if you were being honest with yourself, there was no common sense during ‘heat’. At all. You figured that out rather quickly when, on the fourth day of wanting to be fucked mercilessly, you began entertaining thoughts of breeding. Of course you didn’t want a child. But the thought… the thought… of such warmth in you… filling what was always so painfully empty… of someone- of her- holding you down and breeding you full, growling that you were to be hers forever, was something that had you cumming in under five minutes. You simply couldn’t help it. And ever since that thought, it was as though you crossed into the dark side. All kinds of kinks and experiments filtered into your horny little brain, and all you could do to keep yourself from going crazy was to keep orgasming until your fingers could barely move.

It was the worst experience of your life…

…when you weren’t sitting on the built-in shower stool and thrusting three fingers into yourself, imagining Larissa watching you from beyond the glass. It was terrible except for when you pictured her telling you to go faster, to slow down, to take your fingers out completely and spread your folds wide so she could coo over how cute you looked when your cunt ached for her touch. It was maddening while you weren’t fantasizing about her stepping into the shower with you- all 6 feet, 3 inches of her- and threading her perfect hand in your hair and pressing you to her venus mound and making you kiss it until you came around your own fingers. Then making you stick your tongue out and look up at her as she slowly rolled her hips, coating you in a taste you knew you’d never ever get tired of.

Maybe even… oh god… maybe even shifting that part of herself and surprising you by sliding the head of her cock into your mouth and making you worship her until you forgot your own name. Running your eager tongue along the hot veins… peering up through your eyelashes as she slowly- slowly- craned her head back and let out a deep bone-shaking groan… Unable to help herself as she pushed you down just a bit more, slowly making that ‘pretty mouth of yours’ (as she called it) take as much of her as it could.

“There… yes, right there darling…” You could practically hear her words, as if she were with you, while your eyes rolled back and your other hand came up to rub furiously as your clit.

Unfortunately, even as you sat there and felt the prickling wave of heat wash over your body, clenching tightly around your own fingers while you orgasmed, you knew that it wouldn’t be enough. You knew that the water running down your face was mixed with frustrated tears. You knew that no climax you reached all by yourself would ever be able to properly satiate your body and every thing it was feeling. After all, a ‘normie’ was not supposed to experience ‘heat’ - and your mind was already so close to breaking all by itself.

It was just a shame that Larissa wasn’t there to snap it in half for you.

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This was just a quick exercise - I want to better my smut writing abilities. New updates soon and all that. Any thoughts on a Part 2? - Ripley x

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It keeps coming out grainy and I don’t wanna do it again, so here it is 🤣