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[bagdaddyb]

VIRGIN BOTTOM LARISSA WEEMS PUHLEASE

Her First Time

Pairing: top fem!Reader x bottom!Larissa

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI NSFW! Soft smut. Virgin Larissa.

AN: Feeling really soft rn

Larissa couldn't deny her anxiety as her feet carried her towards your apartment. She'd contemplated turning around multiple times even now she thought of unbelievable excuses to return to the santuary of her private quaters at the school but as she stepped up to your front door you didn't give her a chance waiting outside for your beautiful queen.

"Good evening lovely lady."

You said with a warm smile. Soft eyes taking in her gorgeous appearance.

"Good evening (Y/N)."

A light blush covered Larissa's cheeks at the thought of the events yet to come taking in your apartment as she entered candle light the only illumination in the space.

"Let me take your coat."

You eased the fabric off her shoulders slowly before hanging it up in your closet.

"Glass of wine?"

You asked smoothly hand coming around to hold her waist guiding her through your space. Though shorter than her you never let the height difference scare you away. If you were being honest you had a thing for taller woman.

"That would be lovely."

Your touch was causing tingles in Larissa's side. A heat starting to rise in her body.

"How was your week?"

Larissa let go of a sigh relaxing in the comfort of being able to talk about her day. You listened intently  pouring her a few glasses allowing her to relax into the situation. You know how scary loosing your virginity can be and you want this to be perfect. As she goes on you move closer to her, subtly running your finger tips over her thighs and arms.

"Are you ready sweet thing?"

You ask softly leaning into her neck and placing light kisses. Red tinted the older womans cheeks, she could only nod in response. Standing from the couch you reach your hand into her leading her down the hall to your bedroom. Once you cross the threshold you pull her shirt leading her lips to yours. You start off soft pushing her back until her legs hit the bed and she sits down. Once you have a better angle you begin to devour her enjoying the way she begins to whimper into your mouth. You slowly unbutton her shirt exposing her snow white skin. Slowly you break the heated kiss, moving your lips down her skin to her neck then shoulders then chest. You appreciate her beauty.

"You have all the control here pretty girl. If at anytime you need me to stop you just say the word and I will. Tonights all about you, I'm gonna treat you like the queen you are."

Larissa's breaths come in short pants. Her attention is completely on you, focusing on the feeling your lips give her as they travel further down her body. You place light kisses on every piece of exposed skin you can before reaching your hands behind her back to let her bra loose. You bite your lip in excitement as you expose her full chest. Latching onto one nipple you suck with vigor enjoying the way Larissa's lips part in pleasure. Moving to the next you enjoy the way both her nipples stand at the attention before laying her back on the bed. You unbutton her skirt hooking your fingers in the waist line of the fabric before looking up at her.

"You ready pretty girl?"

She nods eagerly but that isn't enough for you.

"No I want to hear that sweet voice of yours."

"Yes."

Larissa lets go, the sound is close to a moan but you don't comment on it returning your attention to her skirt you pull the fabric off of her body teasingly slow. Throwing the skirt to the side you can't help the way you hungrily lick your lips at the sight of the woman before you. She was a goddess in human form, by far the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You still find her stories of past lovers near unbelievable how could no one of seen this ethereal being as gorgeous you didn't know but you weren't complaining. Now she was all yours to corrupt, to introduce to passions she'd yet experienced.

"Gods your so beautiful."

Your lips return to Larissa's skin just as the red in her cheeks begins to burn brighter. She wasn't used to receiving compliments even after all this time in her relationship with you it still felt unnatural to be put on this pedestal. Yet you never took it off showering her in comments that often left her speechless. Larissa's stomach clenches as your lips begin to travel down her stomach. The undeniable feeling of arousal pooling between her legs. As you neared her apex your arms rubbed down her thigh before hooking under her knees and lifting her legs to her chest. Your eyes dialate at the sight. The ways you could fuck this woman into the mattress below you flooding your mind but that was for another night. Tonight was meant to be soft. You kiss and suck on the back of Larissa's thighs, leaving light marks that would fade by morning. The action brings active moans out of Larissa. Bringing your hand to her visibly wet underwear you lightly rub at her before using your thumb to press down her her clit through the fabric. Larissa's moans grow louder as her hips begin to squirm.

"Can't wait to tasts you."

You whisper against her skin fingers hooking under the fabric of her underwear before pulling them down. You aren't as slow with this fabric eagerly pulling them off her body before pushing her legs up once more exposing Larissa to you completely. Larissa's blush takes over her whole body and she looks away. A newfound deeling of embarrassment at having been seen for the first time flooding her body.

"Look at me pretty girl."

You say as you stand at the end of the bed pulling your shirt above your head before removing your own bra. Larissa bites her lip as you expose your skin further turned on by your little show. You removing your pants leaving nothing but your underwear on your body. Pulling Larissa to the edge of the bed by her legs you lean over her. Guiding long legs to wrap around your hips as you meet her lips in a loving kiss. Larissa moans loundly when your chest presses against hers and suddenly the need to be impossibly close to you is all she can think about. Her arms wrap around your form pulling you as close as you can be you begin to heatedly make out again your hands running all over her body before gripping her ass. Before long Larissa finds her hips moving in search of friction. Anything to help ease this ache from between her legs and you break the kiss.

"Time for my meal sweetheart."

Your trail of kisses down her body is much quicker this time, now with a goal in mind. Larissa's stomach tightens and her hips rise as you get closer. She was unbelievably turned on. More than she'd ever been the few times she played with herself. Rocking back on your heels you wrap your strong arms around her milky thighs before glancing up.

"Eyes on me."

While a command your voice remained as soft as you'd been all night. Once blue eyes connect with yours you lean in slurping up her juices before latching onto her clit. You don't take this slow your own hunger put weighing ration but Larissa doesn't seem to mind. Loud pornographic moans begin to leave her lips. The feelings you were providing affecting her just as much as the predatory gaze in her eyes. You ate her with vigor, as if you'd never eaten anything else in your life. Her noise level only grew as her stomach began to clench tighter.

"(Y/N)."

She moaned and the noise sent a shiver through your own body.

"(Y/N) (Y/N)!"

She near screamed as the tightness became to much and she went over the edge. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had in her life. Ten times more intense than anything she'd ever given herself. Her legs shook as you slurpped up her orgasm before climbing her body and locking her lips with yours. She could taste herself. Something she'd never thought she'd want to do but now as your lips merge with hers she feels an even more intense wave of arousal coat her body. Your hands rub up and down her body lightly squeezing at her delicate flesh before one hand makes the steady trek down her abdomen. You rub her clit quickly causing her body to rut against yours before running your fingers through her slick.

"God you're so beautiful."

You whisper against her lips as you kiss her.

"And all mine."

"(Y/N)."

Larissa whimpers back unable to do much else it seems.

"This might hurt a little baby."

You whisper to her as your fingers play at her entrance. You ease one finger in eyes watching closely to gauge Larissa's reaction. You take in the way she bites her lip and grips your arm. Pumping a few times before adding a second finger you take in Larissa small gasp of pain meeting her mouth in another passionate kiss. Soon pain gives way to pleasure and Larissa finds herself once again gasping from pleasure into your mouth.

"Thats it pretty girl, do I make you feel good."

"Yes."

Larissa whispers back against your lips arms wrapping around your body tighter.

"Come on baby, you feel so good. You hear how wet you are?"

It's only then that Larissa ques into the loud sloshing sound coming from between her legs and somehow it makes her even wetter.

"Yeah just like that, so wet for me. Taking me so well. Cum for me sweetheart, show me how good I make you feel."

As if you flip a switch in Larissa's body she finds her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her body spasms as her orgasm completely takes over. Her breath is stolen from her lungs for the duration of her release and you continue to fuck her through it until she finally comes down from her high. Your arm wraps around her center holding her body close while meeting her lips in a few soft loving kisses. Ending with a soft hum you smile at the beautiful woman in front of you.

"So how was that for your first time?"

Larissa smiles at you sleepily. Hand coming to rub your cheek.

"Perfect."

[edensgardenn]

pinned ^^♡

I’m here to be unhinged about beautiful women. I will dabble in dead dove and other sensitive topics. ;they will have a warning!;

My req’s are open, but i’m also dealing with schooling so it’ll be a bit!

I’ll do any genere, and I mostly write for bottom!reader, and I only write for fem!reader, sorry :(.

character list ¡

criminal minds: (Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia.)

sfgae: (Lady Lesso, Dovey.)

Grey’s Ant uni: (Meredith Grey, Jo Wilson, Amelia Shepherd, Derek Shepherd, Lexi Grey, Addison Montgomery. Maya Bishop, Andy Herrera.)

Wednesday: (MARILYN THORNHILL. Larissa Weems.)

abbot elementary: (Melissa Schemmenti.)

Marvel: (WANDA Maximoff 😋, Natasha Romanoff, Rio Vidal (on hold.)

Misc: (Rebecca Welton, any Cate Blanchett character, and I’ll take req’s of most fem characters!)

[hislittleraincloud]

girl your ship is fucked up and wrong no matter what spin u put on it lmao

When you can come back and tell me how much more wrong it is than Wednesday or Your Student-aged Mary Sues x Weems (ETA: or Gatesmonster*, which has a decent fanbase too), then we'll talk.

MehmehmehmehBUT but nothing. The double standard you people have regarding Weems vs. Sheriff Galpin is fatass. I happen to not mind Weemsday, and obviously this fandom is saturated with Christie fetishists who put Tormund to shame. Anons like this:

The author who was targeted with that request chickened the fuck out and didn't make them their fic (proudly declaring that she made the Mary Sue a "Student Aid"/"all legal!" instead), so even there we have authors who are too chickenshit to write what people want, instead dictating what people should want. The moralistic bullshit in Wednesday fan fiction is insane.

I don't know how many people want Wenovan, but it does have fans that I engage with, so rn I've got to get back to crafting it...again, get back to me when you can argue your point without casting the telescope back onto the entire fandom.

P.S. No one gets to call me "girl" except for my gay friends, since they respect my status as a 🏳️‍⚧️ man.

*Like it's ttly okay to read/write about an older woman actually grooming and medically forcing a teenage boy to turn into a subservient monster, but to write about a teenage girl who goes after an old man because she's attracted to him, suddenly I'm the pervert 💀

[lelif]

on self-sabotage

the bomb, florence + the machine// appointments, julien baker// abject permanence, larissa pham// never wanted to dance, mindless self indulgence// king, florence + the machine// quote: lauren e. bowman// in the woods, tana french// does the universe fight for souls to be together?, jamie varon// olivia laing on loneliness, marrying the poet ian patterson and the challenge of intimacy// left alone, fiona apple// @mjalti //renegade, taylor swift// a burning hill, mitski// ICU, phoebe bridgers// legit tattoo gun, the front bottoms// just, radiohead

[weemssapphic]

I've looked around enough to know that you're the one I want to go through time with

Larissa Weems x f!reader

It's been years - decades, even - since Larissa Weems broke up with you. Running into the shapeshifting principal at the Weathervane all these years later, she's just as striking as you remember.

This is sort of a part two to my fic do you get deja vu when she's with you? but it can definitely be read as a standalone (which is why I ultimately decided to post it this way).

Words: ~2.7k | ao3 link in title Hurt/comfort with a little angst but a happy ending

For all of the times you ran into Larissa in the year or two after your break-up, you somehow managed to completely lose sight of her in the years to come. Years have passed without so much as a whisper of the woman you once loved - the woman you’d have once given up everything for turned to nothing more than a distant memory.

Moving helped, of course - no longer feeding your daily caffeine habit at the Weathervane, giving up your Jericho library card, taking up a new job out of town, spending your summers traveling and trading your usual haunts for theaters in New York, cafés in Paris, parks in London - never stopping, always looking ahead. Towards a better life, you told yourself, towards something new and exciting. Towards a future worth living for.

You didn’t realize that you were actually running away. Away from heartache, away from her.

A failed relationship and a wave of nostalgia has brought you back to Jericho. It's fall, and there’s a pleasant chill in the air, and you’re craving a latte - for old time’s sake. You haven’t been back here in years, and you’re almost shocked at how time seems to have stood still for the sleepy little town. The interior of the Weathervane has been renovated, but just barely, looking so similar still to how it looked the last time you were here that it sends an uncomfortable chill down your spine. You ignore the overwhelming wave of deja vu threatening to pull you under and step up to the counter, ordering a latte from the teenage boy at the till.

“For here or to go?”

You shouldn’t stay. You shouldn’t indulge your nostalgia. You shouldn’t risk running into anyone you used to know. 

“For here.” 

If you hadn’t been so lost in your thoughts, you might’ve noticed her sooner. 

As it stands, you’re watching the kid steam some milk, watching him pour it into a glass - the espresso at the bottom of the glass mixes with the milk, creating rich brown swirls that wind their way up the walls of the glass. You thank him and take your coffee, heading back to the corner booth you used to sit in - old habits die hard. You’re so preoccupied looking around the little café, taking in the change in upholstery that had apparently taken place at some point during your absence, that you don’t notice that someone is already sitting in the booth until you’re right in front of it, until it’s too late to turn around.

Thin, white eyebrows raise in shock, blue eyes go wide before she’s able to school her features into a look that you’ve seen on her face before, usually when dealing with difficult parents - a polite but vaguely disinterested smile, seemingly relaxed yet with an undercurrent of irritation, evident in the way the muscle between her brows twitches. It’s truly been ages - how long, 10 years? No, definitely more like 15 - but the years have been kind to Larissa. Of course they would be, you think, unable to help the twinge of bitterness pricking at your tongue at the realization. You wonder, vainly, if Larissa will think that the years have been kind to you, too. You hate yourself for caring in the first place.

She’s clearly aged though, you note, the wrinkles at the outer corners of her eyes more pronounced, fine lines etched into her skin - skin that’s a bit looser around her neck, her jaw. Her nostrils flare slightly, and you can tell she’s uncomfortable beneath your scrutinizing gaze. You’re sure she’s growing self-conscious - it brings you a fleeting sense of satisfaction before the guilt sets in, a heaviness deep within your bones. It shocks you to realize that you’re nearly, though not quite, the same age that Larissa was when you first met her, and that she, in turn, must now be nearly old enough to retire. 

Retire. Is Larissa capable of such a thing? Surely she’s still at Nevermore. Surely she must be married by now - surely she must have children of her own, like she once admitted to you she’d dreamed of having. She’s alone, you note, but you quickly remind yourself that that doesn’t have to mean anything. 

“Larissa.” You hate how smoothly her name rolls off your tongue, like the melody of a beloved nursery rhyme, not sung since childhood yet stubbornly ingrained in the recesses of your memory. “I almost didn’t recognize you.” It's a flimsy lie - Larissa knows it, and you know it, but neither of you addresses it. 

“How fortunate I am that you did,” she replies with a bit of a sardonic bite behind her words, no doubt a reaction to your own distant tone. To both your shock and hers, it makes you grin. 

“You haven’t changed a bit,” you retort, your smile wide, and Larissa's mouth twists at the corners as she lets out a haughty chuckle - she can’t tell if you mean it as an insult or not and, honestly, you’re not too sure yourself. 

You’re expecting her to wrinkle her nose in disdain and tell you she must get going, or perhaps even have the audacity to tell you to leave. Instead, she utters the words “care to sit with me?” with a look of surprise in her own eyes, as if she hadn’t meant to ask you to sit with her at all.

She has, though, and she doubles down on her offer when you hesitate by arching an eyebrow and gesturing to the seat across from her. 

“Why not?” You shrug and sit opposite her, annoyed by the way your hand trembles as you place your glass on the table, by the clumsy way your knee bumps against the edge of the booth and sends a shooting pain through your leg, making you grimace. Larissa pretends not to notice.

Her own hands rest on the table, her fingertips grazing the porcelain of a large, white coffee cup. The backs of her hands show her age more than her face does, and a lump rises in your throat - you look away, focusing instead on the faint print of deep red lipstick on the edge of the cup, watching as those hands raise the cup into the air, towards pursed, painted lips, with fine lines stretching out into pale, incandescent skin. 

Everything about Larissa reminds you of how much time has passed since you last saw her, and you quickly look out the window to your left instead, taking a strange solace in the fact that the view is exactly the same as the last time you’d sat here.

“You don’t live here any longer, do you?” Larissa asks, her voice a deep, soothing rumble, her accent smooth and pleasant as ever, and you chuckle in response, focusing your gaze back on her face.

“Astute observation.”

“I haven't seen you here in a very long time.” Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but she sounds a little bitter, as if displeased that you had the audacity to try and move on.

“Well, I haven't been here in a very long time…” You sigh, taking a sip of your latte - it burns your tongue. “You’re right, I moved.”

Larissa nods, sapphire eyes mapping out your features, no doubt assessing the visible passage of time against your own skin. Her expression remains neutral - it borders on disinterest, though the twitch of her lips betrays her. At one time, long, long ago, she might’ve asked you why you’d moved. Where you’d moved to. What brings you back. Something, anything, that shows an interest in you, in your life. Today, she doesn’t. And you don’t even think it’s because she doesn’t care, but because you both know it doesn’t matter. You both know that you left Jericho because of her, and no amount of small talk is going to erase the past. It doesn’t matter if she cares now or not - not anymore.

“You still at Nevermore?”

Larissa smiles - it almost upsets you. You wish that she’d smiled at you when she first saw you, as she once did - instead it takes a mention of her career to get her lips to curl up into that familiar grin you once coveted.

“Yes,” she replies, both pride and fondness evident in her tone.

“I don’t suppose you’ll retire soon…”

Larissa’s mood seems to sour a bit. It's a fragile thing, her mood - it always has been, but it seems a little more so today. You can’t blame her, you suppose, not when her ex is ruining her lunch break. 

“I don’t think it’s quite time for that yet,” she says bitterly, and you realize that she’s self-conscious of her age, of you recognizing that she’s gotten older in the time you haven’t seen each other. You can see the resentment slowly growing in her gaze, a tiny flame that could turn into a roaring inferno at the slightest gust of wind and burn down everything in its path. Turn you, yourself, to ashes. You smile in spite of yourself. 

“Nevermore wouldn’t be Nevermore without you anyway, would it?” you hum thoughtfully, placating her, and it works. A calm washes over her features and her knuckles unclench and she cocks her head to the side as her gaze sweeps over your form. 

That gaze makes you feel so small. It makes you feel so worthless, because it reminds you of that time she looked at you in the bar on New Year’s Eve, the first New Year’s Eve after she’d broken your heart - like she was looking at a stranger, like she was looking straight through you, like you didn’t exist to her. And it’s been 15 years and you shouldn’t feel that way, still, after all this time, but you do. And you can tell that she knows. You can tell by the way something in her expression changes that she can see the subtle way you shrink down in your seat, the anxiety swirling in your pupils even as you keep your own expression as impassive as you can. 

“I shouldn’t have asked you to sit with me,” she says in a sudden, uncharacteristic bout of honesty. The words are so matter-of-fact, said so abruptly, that they go through you like a cold shower.

She’s probably right, though it angers you to admit it.

“Then why did you?”

She opens her mouth, then closes it again. “I wanted to know how you were doing,” she says, after a long period of silence. 

“You haven’t asked,” you grumble.

Larissa looks down at her cup, twisting it this way and that on its saucer, seeming to study her own lipstick print for a moment. “I don’t suppose you think I deserve to know.”

Her answer infuriates you even more, because, once again, she’s right. She doesn’t deserve to know. But she has a lot of nerve assuming how you feel after all this time. 

“Do you think you deserve to know?”

Larissa doesn’t answer - you clench your teeth.

The silence that befalls your little corner booth is almost too heavy to bear. Except it’s not a silence, not completely - there’s music playing over the radio, and the song that’s just started hits you like a punch to the gut. 

It’s “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel, and for a moment you think Larissa hasn’t made the connection. That’s what sets you off - that what you and Larissa had could mean so little to her that she barely remembers any of it - barely remembers something that shoots straight through you and makes you feel, for a single, fleeting second, as though you’re still madly in love, as though you could just reach out and grab her, kiss her and feel her smile against your lips as her arms wind around you and shield you from the world.

“How’s your girlfriend? Or is she your wife now?” you ask - you might as well start asking her questions until you find one she’ll answer. This question is a bit childish, a little petty - you know that before you’ve even opened your mouth to ask it, but you can’t help yourself. You can tell Larissa thinks so, too, by her raised eyebrow. To your surprise, she answers.

“I don't have a partner.”

You’re not sure if the emotion bubbling up inside of you, licking greedily at your insides, is glee or pity - surely it’s a strange, ugly mixture of both seeping into your expression at her admission.

“Did you get bored of her, too?” 

Larissa’s lips part ever so slightly as a blush colors her cheeks - a faint pink hue that’s gone faster than it came. You hate that you know Larissa well enough still to immediately recognize what she’s done: shapeshifted away the visible evidence of an unwanted emotional reaction. You hate that you can’t shapeshift away the redness in your own cheeks.

“That isn’t fair,” Larissa says quietly.

You don’t know what’s more interesting - the fact that she doesn’t deny your statement, or the fact that her eyes are swimming with guilt, even as she frowns at you.

“Isn’t it?”

Larissa doesn’t answer - again - and the song seems to get louder and louder as it goes on, filling the space between the two of you, and your hands clench into fists on the table.

“This fucking song…” you mutter bitterly, and Larissa freezes as a flicker of recognition crosses her face.

“You really liked this song,” she says, as if it’s some sort of revelation to her as she sounds, for the first time, a bit regretful.

You can’t help the hollow laugh that vibrates in your chest at her words. “I really liked you, Larissa.”

Larissa seems taken aback at your statement. She runs a hand over her pristine updo, smoothing down imaginary fly-aways, turning her head to look out the window as tension seems to grip her at the shoulders.

“I know I don’t have much of a right to say this,” she says finally, her voice just a bit softer than it was before. “But I liked you, too. I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

You’re stunned into silence. In a way, it’s more of an apology than you ever dreamed you could get. On the other hand… she’s making it sound a whole lot like she hadn’t had a choice in the matter, like she didn’t leave you as if it were the easiest thing she’d ever done.

“You’re sorry it didn’t work out?” you repeat, your voice strangely hollow, and Larissa shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “You’re the one who left, Larissa. You’re the one who made it seem like I was nothing to you.”

“I know I did, and there’s no excuse for that.” Larissa pauses, deliberating. “One thing I never did get the hang of was being in a stable relationship.” She pauses again. “I regret hurting you in the process.”

“But do you regret leaving me?” The words tumble out of you before you can stop them, and you could choke yourself to death, you really could, for sounding so helplessly pathetic after over a decade of unsuccessful mourning.

To your surprise, Larissa doesn’t laugh or shrug off your comment. She tilts her head, meets your gaze. “Yes, I do.”

Larissa takes one final sip of her coffee and stands. Red-tipped fingers slowly disappear into a pair of tan, leather gloves that fit snugly around her wrists. One hand reaches for her handbag, lying on the bench beside her, as the other is placed firmly on the table, used to steady herself as she rises from the booth.

It’s not that you’d necessarily forgotten how tall she is, but you’re somehow struck with the realization anyway, as if seeing her for the first time. Her kitten heels add an inch or two to her already towering height, and she tilts her head down to look at you, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Where are you going?”

Larissa smoothes a hand nervously over her hair. “I need some fresh air.” Her voice sounds the slightest bit hoarse. “It really was lovely to see you.”

“You’re not leaving again?” you ask incredulously, pushing yourself to your feet and stepping up to Larissa, craning your neck back to get a good look at her face. Her eyes widen and, to your surprise, her lips quirk up at the outer corners.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to go for a walk, then?”

“I would, actually.” 

Something within Larissa seems to relax, and she leads you out of the Weathervane with a hand on the small of your back.

x

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[milfsloverblog]

Chlorine Water (nsfw)

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/N: It’s 6.24am, I haven’t slept because I needed to get this out of my system. This is pure porn without plot. Something that popped into my head when I should have been writing something far more important (thesis can wait). First time writing shapeshifted cock, think I did not too bad. Enjoy lovelies!!

CW: SHAPESHIFTED COCK!!

“Will you join me?” You called from the pool float where you’d been sitting for the past half hour.

Larissa stayed quiet for a second, reading the last few words on the page of the book she was holding before placing it down next to her on the sun lounger.

“I might,” she answered, picking up her glass of rosé from the floor and taking a few sips of it. “How’s the water?”

You dipped your fingertips in the pool before wiping them on one of your naked thighs.

“Warm. Not as hot as you, though!”

Larissa chuckled and placed her now empty glass back on the ground before getting up from the lounger. She stretched her arms above her head, making you bite your lip at the sight of her pale breasts nearly popping out of her green bikini top. Nearly.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” You asked as Larissa walked closer to the edge of the pool. She truly was a vision. Legs that seemed never-ending, inviting hips which dipped into an even more inviting waist and slightly uneven breasts that you loved to tease her about. When she got close enough, you noticed the bite mark that you’d left on her thigh a few days before.

“Mhm, only a few thousand times.” She smiled softly and sat down on the tiled floor, her legs dangling in the water as she leaned back on her hands and waited - visibly impatiently - for you to come closer.

You didn’t make her wait long, almost immediately dropping from the pool float into the water and swimming towards your lover.

Playfully, you held one of Larissa’s legs and kissed the side of her knee, lifting yourself on your tiptoes to be able to lick chlorine water from her thigh. It tasted terrible, really, but Larissa’s breathless sigh made up for it.

Much as you wanted to, you didn’t put your mouth anywhere near Larissa’s crotch and only kissed her thighs and knees, even trying to pull her further over the edge so you could get to her hips too.

“Darling,” The word fell from Larissa’s mouth as her fingers weaved themselves through your hair, giving a gentle tug so you’d look up at her face. “Do you mind if…” Larissa’s gaze fell between her legs and yours was quick to follow, your eyes widening at the sight of the bulge in her bikini that wasn’t there a few seconds ago.

“Of course not.” You breathed out, your fingertips digging into the flesh of your lover’s thighs.

Sex with Larissa was always an experience. You never really knew what to expect from your shapeshifting partner, and you loved that.

Slowly, you pushed Larissa’s bottom to the side to free her semi-hard cock, your mouth instantly salivating at the sight of it.

Larissa gave your hair another gentle tug, pulling you out of your trance.

“Open up.” Her voice was soft but you knew it was a demand, to which you quickly obeyed by opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Larissa cooed as she took hold of her cock and thrust her hips closer to your face.

You closed your eyes as the weight of Larissa’s tip pressed down on your tongue. She stayed still for a moment, her eyes raking down your face as she took in how eager you were to please her.

“Good girl.” She repeated, slowly moving her tip up and down your tongue until her cock had fully hardened. “Will you take care of me, darling?”

You gave a slight nod and Larissa let go of your hair, your cue to take control of the situation. You wrapped your hand around the base of her cock and your lips around the tip, slowly moving your head down until Larissa’s blonde pubic hair tickled your nose. She had thankfully settled for a medium-sized cock that day, although the girth was larger than usual and you knew your jaws would start aching in a few minutes. Still, that allowed you a few minutes to pleasure her.

Larissa groaned loudly as you moved your head back up and down again, slowly increasing the rhythm of your sucking.

“Oh god, yes-“ She threw her head back when your tongue teased the spot that you knew would drive her crazy. “I need you-“ She breathed out, her hips carefully thrusting her cock deeper into your mouth. “I need to be inside you-“

That was another one of your cues. You kept sucking for a few more seconds before letting go of Larissa’s cock with a loud pop.

“Come here,” You groaned, grabbing Larissa’s waist and pulling her into the water with you.

You barely had time to react before she spun you around, trapping you between the cold pool tiles and her body.

“You’re divine,” She whispered, her length rubbing up and down your thigh.

Larissa’s hand snaked down between your bodies and she bit her lip when she found you dripping wet after pushing her fingers inside your bikini.

“All of this for me?” She smirked before pressing her lips on the pulse point of your neck, suckling at the skin and leaving a perfect imprint of her mouth in crimson lipstick.

“Why would you wear makeup to go swimming?” You asked with an expression as incredulous as possible. Without waiting for an answer, you grabbed onto Larissa’s hip and pulled her into a kiss.

You didn’t really want to hear Larissa’s explanation. You only wanted to hear her moan.

Larissa kissed you back with practised ease, her fingers skillfully moving between your lips and pressing on your clit. Her lipstick smudged against your skin as she parted her lips to kiss you always deeper.

“God-“ Your lover grunted, the rubbing of her cock against your leg becoming more insistent until you gently wrapped your hand around its length and guided it between your legs.

The warmth of your flesh against Larissa’s shaft made it throb violently and she grunted again, louder this time, as she began rubbing her member against your clit.

“Larissa!” You whined, spreading your legs to allow your lover more space. “Please, I want- I need to feel you inside of me.”

Larissa happily obliged, immediately pressing the tip of her cock against your entrance and slowly pushing herself inside of you. It felt like heaven, her girth stretching you just the right amount as you wrapped your legs around her waist and pulled her impossibly closer, letting out a moan when her tip pressed against your cervix.

“What do you think?” Larissa asked, voice dripping with lust.

“Perfect-“ You whined. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“And I’ll perfectly fuck you,” Larissa whispered into your ear before her hips started thrusting against yours.

Larissa tried her best to be soft, she really did. But after a couple of minutes of gentle thrusts, your sweet moans and your cunt squeezing around her length became almost unbearable. She firmly grabbed onto your waist and pulled out of you, spinning you around so you’d face the edge of the pool.

“Fuck!” You cried out when your lover slammed back inside you, your legs quivering when she started thrusting frantically.

“You’re so good,” She groaned. “So tight and so warm.”

Larissa held onto your waist with one of her hands, so tightly that you knew you’d be left with marks that’d last for days, while the other one moved to your front to find your buzzing clit again.

You nearly melted against her, veins filling with nothing short but a white-hot pleasure while she quickened her pace, driving herself so deep until the tip of her cock kissed your cervix, drawing not only a moan but a yelp from you as well and you couldn’t help but move your hips back to meet her thrusts.

“I-I’m close-“ You stuttered, making Larissa fuck you with an urgency that you had rarely felt before. Her fingers moved faster against your clit and it only took a few more thrusts for you to be sent over the edge, your body tensing from head to toe.

Everything turned white for a second, your thighs started shaking, and you swore you heard Larissa gasping as your cunt tightened around her, pulsed, and gushed around her girth.

“Rissa, please…” You whined and suddenly her blood rushed down to her cock, leaving her breathless as she came hard, pushing herself unbelievably deep until she made sure she had filled you to the brim with her cum, and you almost laughed in delight about how full she made you feel.

“God, darling-“ she sighed, resting her sweaty forehead on your shoulder as her senses came back when the rush of adrenaline slowly wore off, the pain in her thighs getting stronger by the second.

Larissa carefully pulled out of you and wrapped her arms around your waist to hug you from behind.

“You’re perfect.” She whispered before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Perfectly fucked, as promised.”

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[obxsummer]

making the bed // ghost of you

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader

summary: charleston provided no leads, jj return from his parental adventure, john b plays therapist, and sarah's got something to tell you. everyone's got a whole lot of secrets and shit is about to hit the fan.

warnings: s4 spoilers, talks of depression and anxiety

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Charleston was a huge hole of dead ends. Cleo had attempted to kill the man who’d murdered Terrance, which lead to John B almost shooting him. Sarah and Pope almost drowned down in the catacombs, and you and Kiara were left to corral everyone back to the Twinkie when shit hit the fan.

You fell back into your usual numb routine, letting everyone shower and clean up upon arrival back to Poguelandia, while you went out to the shop to check on everything and see if JJ had resurfaced. To your relief, the HMS Pogue was pulling up as soon as you hit the dock and you took off running.

“JJ!” You yelled as you got closer, tugging the hood off your head just in time to collide with his chest and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Hi, oh shit-” He caught you with ease, grabbing the back of your head to hold you closer. You took a deep breath, breathing in his cologne that you’d replaced every time he’d run out and the faint scent of your shampoo that he swore he never used. 

“You okay?” JJ asked quietly, his fingers grabbing the nape of your neck to massage the pressure points of your skin before letting you back to the ground. He could practically feel the anxiety and tesnion radiating off of you, and he was likely no different.

“Where’d you go?” You avoided his question. “Did you find your dad?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “He’s been hiding out with Barracuda Mike. He um… he told me he wasn’t my real dad.”

You swore you could hear your heart cracking in your chest. “What?”

“I know.. I don’t-” He groaned and handed the letter from the other day over to you, allowing you to read the script writing fully this time. “It says talk to your father, and then Luke says that Wes Genrette… is my grandfather.”

Your eyes skimmed the writing quickly, Wes’s letter telling JJ he needed to ask his dad regarding albatross, and a bunch of other things you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on. “That would make Groff your dad? And Larissa…” You trailed off with the sinking realization that if all of this was true, JJ’s birth mom was dead. Gone.

JJ heaved a big breath. “Yeah. And that baby she supposedly drowned with? That’s me.”

“You?”

“Mhmm.”

“You’re…you’re a Genrette.”

JJ shrugged, his eyes distant as he looked over the water. “He’s.. he’s probably trying to work some inheritance scam and he’s trying to get some money, trying to use me for a quick buck because that’s all he does.”

“Look.” You grabbed his face in your hands, holding him steady from the spiral he was getting ready to jump into. “We’ll figure it out, okay? We… we’ll figure it out.”

His expression crumbled in your hold, and he moved forward to kiss you slowly, teeth pulling on your bottom lip in want of more. “Missed you.”

You smiled and kissed him again, sinking fully into his hands like a piece of putty. “Missed you too. So much.”

“Don’t tell the others?” He mumbled it in a questioning tone. You nodded in agreement, figuring the two of you could theorize and catch up later. His arms scooped you up again, lips finding yours as he moved slowly up to the shop and out of view of your friends if they resurfaced.

“How was Charleston?” JJ asked once you were settled on the counter and his hands rested on your hips.

You shrugged, fingers twisting in the strands of blond hair on his neck. “A bust, as usual. They beat us to it. We all split up, so you can ask them for more since JB and I got stuck on graveyard duty.”

JJ smiled, a small laugh in his chest before he kissed you again. “Glad you were with him, keeps you safe.”

You rolled your eyes at his concern, but it was appreciated nonetheless. There was a lot of heavy conversations that needed to happen between the two of you, but you didn’t want to add to JJ’s already confused mindset. He didn’t need that right now, especially when he just wanted to love on you and forget it all happened.

John B came in search of you and JJ shortly after, hand slamming over his eyes when he caught sight of your small makeout session. “Gross, can you not?”

You flipped your brother off without looking at him and unlocked your ankles from behind JJ’s back. “Nobody invited you,” You sang toward him as JJ squeezed your hips.

“Shower’s open,” Your brother ignored your negative comment and focused on your boyfriend. “You good, dude? Everything okay?”

JJ frowned and offered John B a shrug. “It’s my dad, dude. He’s like a fucking roach, never really goes away.”

John B nodded, taking the hint that the topic didn’t really want to be discussed. He squeezed JJ’s shoulder in support before flicking your knee cap. “Get out of here, smelly. Don’t need you stinkin’ up the shop.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed off the counter to head into the house with the intent to clean up. The zoning hearing was tonight regarding the property, and a lovely pit of ever-present anxiety had settled in your chest. 

Taking your time to soak up the hot water and wash the chaos of the last 48 hours off your body, you rejoined the group on the porch where everyone had been catching JJ up on the events in Charleston.

“You know, that’s a lot of sarcasm we don’t really need right now, okay?”

“Sorry, I was just rat swarmed, so.”

You disregarded John B and Pope’s lover fest and walked forward into JJ’s awaiting arms, tucking yourself into his chest without a word. You listened in as they theorized rallying people on The Cut in hopes of having some sort of attention on the zone hearing, hoping the majority crowd would provide some defense.

“Speaking of family, this is gonna sound insane, but Rafe came by before we left…”

You pulled yourself out of JJ’s embrace to stare at Kiara, terrified. Your heart was pounding in your chest out of fear that she would reveal more than intended. 

“What?”

“Why?”

John B met your gaze. “He was there. That’s why you were crying before we left. Why didn’t you say something?”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, trying to give him all the answers in your expression without having to speak. 

Kiara held out the business card Rafe had placed in your hand, reaching it out to Sarah. “I don’t know,” Your friend lied, “He said he wanted to help… help us.”

Sarah snorted as she read the text on the card. “Rafe Cameron, CEO. CEO of what? Whatever. I’ll hit him up, see what he can do.”

John B was still looking at you like he was putting together every piece of the puzzle. “Alright, let’s do this shit.”

Each of you took a claim to your portion of support, JJ taking the surf crew on the beaches with a promise to not get distracted. John B was taking Sarah to speak to Rafe, leaving Kie, Pope, and Cleo to head into town. 

“Hey!” John B called out when you’d made your move to follow JJ. “You’re with me, Birdie.”

You stared at John B for a moment, trying to decide if it was worth the argument before nodding in agreement. JJ departed after kissing you again, the life slowly coming back into his face as processed the emotions he’d been going through. 

Once Sarah disappeared into the house that was addressed on Rafe’s, you realized why John B requested you to come with. 

“Why didn’t you tell me Rafe was at the house?”

You sat in the passenger seat, eyes scanning the estate in front of you as you shrugged. “Didn’t want to talk about it.”

John B sighed, his hand rubbing over his face. He was frustrated with the way you closed yourself off, but he also knew it was a defense mechanism. “You can’t shut yourself off from me, not after our conversation last night. I said we weren’t done?”

Your fingers picked at the worn interior of the Twinkie. God, you loved JB but you hated when he pulled the older brother card. “JB, please.”

John B reached over to grab your hand to stop your anxious fidgeting. He pulled slightly until you were facing him and couldn’t avoid the conversation. “You dropped a pretty heavy bomb last night. Are you okay?”

“Am I ever?” You shook your head, curling into a ball as comfortable as possible across the seat. You gave a half-assed laugh. “I don’t like that being around Rafe renders me completely useless. I don’t like that I shut down and become a ball of crying anxiety for the following day. I don’t like that, I hold you down, I weigh on the group, it-”

“Woah, woah. You do not weigh anyone, especially me, down? You hear me?” John B disagreed, tugging on your hand so you would look at him again. “Birdie, come on. You gotta talk to me.”

“I’m trying.” You pulled away to rub at your eyes and attempt to reset your brain. “God, I’m trying. It’s like wired into my head. Every time I try to think differently, it tells me I’m wrong. It’s like a self-curated internal torture that-”

“Okay words are getting too big,” John B interrupted with a shake of his head. “I told Sarah on the ferry home I’m done putting the two of you in danger. Every thing we’ve done risks one of your lives and I’m not doing it anymore, okay? That includes letting you stew with the darkness in your head. I let it happen for too long when Dad was here and I refuse to do it any longer.”

You blinked tears away as best as you could before meeting John B’s gaze again. This was your older brother, and shit had he started to act like it. JJ tended to allow you to be self-destructive because he did it to himself, so it was hard to pull someone out of something that you sunk into on your own. Apparently, John B wasn’t letting it slide anymore.

“You are so important, to me, to JJ, to Sarah, and to our friends. I know you don’t think that, and I know you let the negativity win some nights, okay? But I refuse to give up on you, and I refuse to let you fall apart in the room next to me because of some asshole who had everything handed to him his whole life, even if he’s my technical brother-in-law.”

A small laugh made its way out of you at the reminder that John B and Sarah were married in their terms, the small handcrafted rings on their fingers a new addition to prove such. You were watching them grow up right in front of you, as if you and Sarah weren’t practically the same age. Everything between John B and Sarah felt so real and mature even if they were still shotgunning beers and eating expired chips every other week.

You were grateful for Sarah’s return, even if she seemed less than pleased. Hopping out of the passenger seat, you returned to the back where you could flop down in your sorrow, despite everything John B had tried to talk into you. The energy of dealing with the hearing and attempting to rally the island wasn’t there for you, and quite frankly, you wanted a nap. 

Sarah apparently had no luck with Rafe, to which John B wasn’t surprised about. Your brother busied himself calling some connections as Sarah climbed into the back with you, the two of you laying across the blanket covered ground of the van.

“You okay?” She asked quietly as she twisted on her side to face you. “I know you’re sick of hearing that, but I wanted to ask.”

You blinked tiredly at her, but nodded. “This isn’t going to work,” You admitted honestly, knowing despite all the effort your group would put in, nothing ever worked out when the Kooks are behind it. “I want it to, but unless we get rich in the next two hours, we’re fucked.”

“I um… I know this isn’t a great time but, can I tell you something?” The shift in her tone made you concerned and you frowned but nodded nonetheless. “I haven’t had my period in… a while.”

“A while?” You repeated and pushed yourself up on your elbows to meet her height. “Sarah.”

She groaned and ran her hand across her face. “I know! I know. I should’ve… ugh. I just thought it was stress, and I don’t want to know, but I… I  think I already know.”

“Did you um… did you check?” The lump in your throat was building quickly and you tried to fake a cough to help. Shit.

She bit her lip and shook her head slowly. You nodded in understanding, silence consuming the van as the idea soak in for the two of you. 

“Does John B…?”

“No,” She answered quietly, her voice shaking. “I want to be sure, and I know things are messy right now, so I don’t want to stress him out. You were the only person I could think to tell.”

You placed your hand on her arm in comfort despite feeling like someone’s hand was squeezing your heart. “Sarah, he’s going to be so excited.”

“We just had this conversation on the ferry about it, and I… we’re so young, and I’m so scared,” She explained as she leaned back against the door. “We’re going to be homeless, and broke, and this is no environment to be raising a child in.”

“I know, but you’ll figure it out,” You reassured, “We’ll figure it out.”

Sarah nodded, tears finally breaking through as she squeezed your hand in return. She shifted forward, colliding to hug you tightly. A sob echoed through the van, whether it coming from you or her, you didn’t know. You felt like your heart was being ripped in two, pure excitement for Sarah and John B, but also a wave of sorrow for yourself and the knowledge that this feeling wouldn’t ever be yours. 

Thankfully, your brother didn’t give you time to sink further into thought as he caught sight of the two of you crying in the backseat.

“Aw, seriously? What the fuck did I miss now?”

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a/n: sorry she's short but i'm prepping for the hottest crashout of the century next chapter

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Between Roles - 24 - Give and Take

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Page 1 Valerie: grumbles to herself

Cynthia: Morning! Remember, Val, we've got a whole lot of stuff we need to do today. If you'd rather anyone else front just say so, okay? Valerie: Naaaah, I think I got this. Y'all can rest. Well, would you look at that? Y'know. I guess we don't really take in just how much progress we've made over the years, hmm?

Page 2 Valerie: stretching hnnngh.. sigh… Aubrey: I know that look. Larissa: Valeria! Hey! We need to work today! What are you doing? Valerie: more grumbling

Somtimes, you feel great about yourself, and it can be instantly ripped out from under you. Body dysmorphia sucks. I won't deny the progress we've made with our body over the years we've been on estrogen. But I still feel in a constant war with my body. Especially given I have to lose weight to get bottom surgery -- which that itself I don't fully know if I'm gonna be able to get at this point. I try to tell myself it's a "when" rather than an "if" but it feels like it's going to have to be a "never" at this point.

Also yeah, "we need to work today" has become the all-encompassing thing. I started a job and it took up a lot of my time. Didn't have much energy afterwards for art or streaming. Then I lost that job again and have been struggling increasingly financially, with little reprieve to be seen in that regard. I'm applying like a madwoman, but I'm honestly grateful I've been able to work on more creative endeavours. There should be some new song covers releasing soon that @tresenellaart and I have been working on. And even more art as long as I'm not pulled into too much busy work. I have tried to stream full time but it's just not worth the effort for the return when I can just focus on my art.

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[whore4gwen]

Everything & More･ﾟ･｡

Young!Larissa x Milf!Reader

A/n: I have a screenshot of the ask, but I can’t find the actual ask anywhere!?😭 I sincerely apologize & hope whoever gets to see it! Hopefully, whoever did ask, I hope you don’t mind that I changed the concept slightly.

It’s been way too long since I’ve written for dear Larissa. I hope this is acceptable.

Tags: age gap, slight guilt, oral sex, begging, humiliation, pet names, slights religious themes, brief face riding, volume control, slight orgasm denial, borderline obsessive Larissa, Larissa is NOT a minor, play it safe & go with 19, top Larissa, bottom reader, fingering, all consensual, down bad reader & a very down bad Larissa, I think that’s it lmk if I missed any!

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You knew it was wrong, but how could anything that wrong feel so good? A small gasp erupted from your chest as butterflies filled your stomach.

Larissa pulled your thighs, scooting you, as if possible, closer to her ravenous mouth. She feasted on your center voraciously, as if she had been starved.

“Ooh Larissa.” You moaned as quietly as you could, burying your finger tips within the strands of Larissa’s hair, riding her face.

Your legs clutched together, suffocating Larissa between your thighs; not that she minded though, eating you out was heaven, it was all she imagined that it would be and more.Larissa would gladly worship the very ground you walked on, expecting any fate you deemed fit. She just couldn’t get enough of you, your smell, taste, sound, it consumed Larissa’s every thought.

“I-I’m so so close, please!” You begged, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Smirking, Larissa pulled away from your soaping core, “I would be quiet if I was you darling, it would be a shame if your daughter woke up and walked in on her mother, with her legs wide open, whoreing herself out to her daughters best friend.” Larissa teased in fake pity.

Groaning at yourself, you look away from Larissa, regret washing over you. Before you could think too much more about it, a bolt of ecstasy shot through you as Larissa pumped two fingers into you eagerly.

You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the sinful sounds threatening to fill the air.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Larissa asked, licking a broad stripe up your clit. Confused, your brows furrowed, as you gave her a questionable look. Smirking again, “It turns you on having your daughters’ friend fuck you for anyone to see, for her to see, doesn’t it?”

Blushing, you quickly advert your eyes away from Larissas. The weight of her words gnawing at your chest. You want to feel more than a tinge of regret, but it’s so difficult when a sexy blonde is knuckles deep inside you. Larissa watches a hoard of emotions sweep across your face. She smiles menacingly at her small victory.

Everything is going exactly as Larissa anticipated. She got close to your daughter so she could get close to you, everything Larissa did, she did for you.

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Could you do BrattyBottom!Larissa x Top!Fem!Tall!Reader where she pushes reader to get fucked all day but has no clue how much she's in for until the reader fucks Larissa till she can't form a single coherent word, nothing but moans, screams and whimpers, with aftercare of Larissa getting doted on like she whole heartedly deserves?

Heyyyyy anon!!! Yeaaaa, this was so much fun to write! We love some Sub!’Rissa content 🥰💖

Careful What You Wish For ~BrattyBottom!Larissa Weems xFem Top!Tall!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, bratting, d!ck riding, desk fucking, spanking, pet names, pet name kink, bratting kink, praise kink, degrading kink, spanking kink, overstimulation, aftercare, etc.

Enjoy (;

It was no surprise to anyone at the school when they found out about you and Larissa. You were both professional, well mannered women. You both were logical and even keeled (although Larissa did a have a slight temper at times). You were both outcasts within outcasts. Her being a shapeshifter and you being a telepath.

Although, Larissa had to admit, it did bother her just how even keeled and balanced you seemed to be… She appreciated and loved you and your qualities but there was just no knocking you off your game…

That little bratty side of Larissa nagged her constantly about this fact. And on one particular day, Larissa gave into her temptations. She had to see. See how far she could push you. When you would crack. If you would crack.

Larissa started simple, she wore a slightly too revealing dress that showed just the right amount of cleavage. But as you walked into her office that morning, all she got from you was a mere glance to her tits and a “nice dress, is it new?”.

Larissa huffed as you left her office. Fine. She would just have to up her game.

Throughout the day, Larissa made sure to push all her comments and words to you in her (usually only used in the bedroom) bratty tone. She whined and pouted. She whispered scandalous things into your ear in the dining hall. And much more… Many sinful things more…

But she elicited not a single reaction from you. It was beginning to frustrate Larissa. So she stepped it up yet again.

Now it came from lingering touches to actively scandalous physical displays. She dance her fingers around any body part of yours she could access. She ran her fingers through your hair. She wrapped her arm around your torso. She even smacked your ass at one point outside her office.

And you did nothing?! Larissa didn’t even get a single blush from you. By the end of the day, all that was left was a staff meeting. This was Larissa’s last chance. And she was going to go out swinging.

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You found the staff meeting to be particularly boring, but you still listened as each teacher ran through their quarterly reports. That was until you caught a very interesting thought of the blonde sitting across from you…

God, can’t this meeting just end… I’d much rather be fucking you on the table, darling…

You glanced over to Larissa to see her sitting there pretending to listen but with a small smirk on her face. She knew you had caught her thought. You took a breath and turned your attention back to Marilyn, who was currently presenting.

I’d fuck you in front of everyone here… Let them know how much I own you…

You decided to just ignore Larissa. That’s what you had been doing with all her antics today. But you bet your ass that she was going to pay for ever antic later… She just didn’t know it yet…

Do you think our colleagues would get turned on as I fucked you on this table…? I bet you’d love for me to whore you out to some of them… Marilyn perhaps…?

You were drinking from your glass of water when you heard that one, and it took everything in you not to spurt the water out all over the table. You glanced back over to Larissa to find her eyes twinkling with mischief and lust.

If I had it my way, I’d tie you to the table and let everyone take turns with you… God, I’d bet you’d love that… And I’d sit right here and watch the entire time…

You took another deep breath. You had lasted from her bratting all day and you weren’t about to break now…

Fuck, it’s turning me on just thinking about it… I’m already touching myself to simply the thought of it…

She must be bluffing. She had to be bluffing. She wasn’t allowed to touch herself without your permission. You let your eyes wander over to her figure, and sure enough… You could tell from her face… She was most definitely pleasuring herself.

Fuuuck, I’d love if you slammed me onto this table and fucked me in front of everyone… Your so strong and tall, I’m sure you could manage it… Ohhhh God, I’m… I’m close…

You swore you could smell her arousal, and Larissa face was scrunching up like it always did when she was on edge. She better not cum…

OhHhhH shit, baby fuuuuuck…!

She fucking came. That bratty bitch. You sat there simply stunned. You didn’t even look at her. You could tell simply from her thoughts. You were fuming. You had fucking had it.

The meeting ended soon after Larissa’s stunt, and you packed up your things and went directly to Larissa’s office. Luckily, you had beaten Larissa to her office. You threw your things aside and took of your heels. You threw off your shirt and took off your belt, leaving you in your bra and trousers

She needed to be taught a lesson and no, it couldn’t wait.

You then sat yourself in Larissa’s chair and waited for your lover to return. And pretty soon, the tall blonde entered her office, only to find her lover leaning back in her chair, top off and with a belt in hand. Larissa’s eyes lit up in anticipation that her plan had actually worked. You tilted your head and wickedly smirked at the blonde. And the look in your eyes made Larissa’s stomache drop.

“Hello love…” you purred with a sharp edge to your tone.

“Darling…” Larissa purred with the same bratty tone she’s been using all day and with the same bratty twinkle in her eyes, “May I ask what you are doing in my chair?”

You chuckled at her playing coy, but you were done with her games.

“Shut the door.”

“Darling, I have a parent call in 20 minutes…”

“Shut. The. Door. And don’t you dare think about locking it…” you gritted out.

Larissa gulped. She shut the door, before coming back over to you, towering over your sitting form.

You stood up to face her, “I’d call you a good girl, but you’ve been anything but.” your tone stoic and dominating.

Shivers went through Larissa’s spine as you met her height even with your heels off. Your height made her knees weak.

“You’ve come under the wrong impression that you get to tell everyone how much of a slut you are. But if that’s what you want, then we’ll properly show the school how much of a whore you are…” you sneered, “Take that slutty dress off.”

Larissa’s breath hitched at your change in tone and she was quick to follow your instructions. As she stripped, you sat back down on her chair. Larissa was now standing in front of you, completely naked.

“Bend over on my lap, you pathetic little brat.”

“Yes Ma’am…” Larissa whimpered, bending over your lap and sticking her ass up to you instinctually.

Larissa mentally prepared herself for you hand, but she was met with something else…

Smack!

Larissa whimpered out in pain and a hint of pleasure as your belt had made contact with her soft and supple ass.

“Count. And each spank, you’re going to tell me just how bratty you’ve been today.” you commanded the blonde.

“Yes Ma’am…” Larissa gasped out.

Crack!

“One, Ma’am…!” She mewled, “I’m sorry for wearing that dress…!!”

“Ah yes, such a slutty dress…” you tauntingly purred.

Whack!

“Two Ma’am!” She whimpered, “I’m sorry for all the things I said…!”

“And with such a bratty tone…” you tutted.

Smack!

~~~

By fifteen spankings, Larissa’s eyes were watery and her wetness was glistening down her thighs.

“Such a good girl in taking your punishments…” you purred, caressing her reddened ass with your hand.

Larissa whimpered in response to you sooothing her sensitive ass.

“But you were such a brat…” you tutted.

You then moved Larissa to straddle your waist, in which Larissa spent no time in grinding against your trousers. But her eyes widened when she felt a certain bulge.

“Your packing…?” She whispered.

A devilish glint twinkled in your eye, “Yes my love, I’m packing…”

Larissa gulped. You never wore your dick ahead of time unless Larissa was in trouble.

“Sit on the edge of the desk.” You told the blonde.

As Larissa did so, you removed your trousers and underwear to reveal the largest strap you owned. Larissa’s eyes widened even more and her throat went dry.

“Let’s see if we can fuck that brattyness out of you, hmm??” You tauntingly purred, “Come ride my dick, sweet slut…”

Larissa gulped and nodded slightly. She straddled you on the chair and lined up her soaked entrance to your dick. But she hesitated and looked up to you.

“I… Ma’am…? I don’t think… I can fit…” Larissa practically whispered, her face turning red in embarrassment.

“Oh baby…” you slid into Larissa as you spoke, “We’ll make you fit…”

Larissa’s breath hitched and her whole body exploded with sparks as she sunk down on you.

“It’s… Its so much… Ma’am please…” Larissa whimpered.

“Shhhh, relax sweet slut… take what your given like a good girl…” you purred into the blondes ear, as you began thrusting up into Larissa.

Larissa immediately reacted by meeting your thrusts and spewing out whimpers and mewls in response. You placed your hands on her hips and guided Larissa up and down your length at an even quicker pace.

“OhHhHHh Fuck Ma’am… feels so good don’t stop please… so full…” Larissa moaned out.

“Oh my, my poor slut can’t even make sentences even more…?” you taunted.

~~~

You continued to thrust into the blonde, quickly turning your thrusts into thorough pounding. By now, Larissa was crying and screaming out in pleasure. She’d already cum twice and you weren’t letting up.

“FUCK please too much!! Oh GOD YES…!!” Larissa screamed as she was quickly approaching her third climax.

But suddenly the desk phone rang…

Larissa’s eyes widened as she realized about the parent conference. She tried to stop and grab the phone but you continued to pound into her.

“Nun uh… You’re going to stay right here, bouncing on my cock, while you talk to those innocent parents… on speaker.” you wickedly purred.

Larissa whimpered as she reached to grab the phone which was still ringing. She clicked the answer button as well as the speaker. But before she could say anything, you had latched your lips into one of her nipples.

“Uh… yes hello this is… this is Larissa Weems…” Larissa chocked out, trying to contain her moans and cries of pleasure.

“Hi there principal weems, this is Mrs. Sinclair! I was calling for the quarterly parent conference about Enid.” The phone on the voice spoke.

You had found a new angle in which to pound into the blonde, which made it even harder for Larissa to think coherently, let alone respond.

“AhHh, yes. Miss Sinclair! Well… fuck… what would you like… to know…?” Larissa groaned.

Larissa quickly hit the mute button and met your gaze.

“I’m close please M’mmm gonna cum please can I please…??” Larissa cried out, as you continued to pound into her.

“Unmute yourself and you may cum…” you purred.

Larissa bit her lip nervously and unmuted the phone. She came and quickly muffled her screams in your neck, as her walls clenched around your dick for the third time.

In doing so, Larissa had missed everything what Mrs. Sinclair had said. This is when you stepped in.

“I’m sorry, but can Ms. Weems call you back? Thank you so much for understanding.” You said before hanging up the phone.

You then quickly took Larissa off your dick, making her whimper from the sensitivity. You turned her around and guided her to lean over her desk.

“Ma’am…?” Larissa pled, “Ma’am please… too much I’m sorry please…” as her ass wiggled in anticipation.

“Color, ‘Rissa?”

“Green…” she whimpered.

“good girl…” you purred, before sliding into her sensitive cunt yet again.

But you didn’t move. Not yet.

“Tell me what you what, sweet slut…” you purred.

“GOD fuck me please fuck me!!” She screamed.

And you happily obliged…

~~~

You’d fucked Larissa so thoroughly that once you’d finally pulled out of the blonde, she was nothing but moans, whimpers, and screams. She had collapsed on the desk while you removed your strap, and then came back over to your lover.

“Hey baby, you ok…?” You caringly purred, cupping her cheek.

Larissa hummed and nodded lightly. You chuckled at how fucked out she was.

“I’ll be right back, ok baby?” You cooed, leaving the room and going to grab a warm washcloth.

When you got back, Larissa was still in the same position and trembling slightly.

“Can I clean you up, love…?”

Larissa nodded.

“I didn’t go too far did I? How about a bath after this?”

Larissa smiled lightly and nodded again.

Once you had cleaned the majority of her thighs and legs, you carried the blonde into her private bathroom, and drew a bath for the two of you.

You carefully placed Larissa in the warm water, when Larissa lightly grabbed you causing you to fall in the bath with her with your undergarments still on.

You both laughed at Larissa’s efforts to have you join her. Larissa immediately snuggled into your arms with a slight smirk on her face.

“Maybe I didn’t fuck the brattyness completely out of you, hmmm?” you teased.

Larissa shrugged lightly before dozing off in your arms.

[v3nusxsky]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fic of cock warming/bdsm. So, like, reader x larissa. R and Larissa have been in a relationship for some time and R happens to be a very bratty bottom. Well R has been very bratty to larissa all day, being sassy and sending NSFW pics to larissa and she's finally had enough. R gets pulled into Larissas office, and ends up facing a punishment. And it also happens to be the day Larissa is having a staff meeting. So she makes r sit on her lap during the meeting and cock warm her. R has to act like everything is fine during the meeting or else she's in trouble. Larissa is acting like having r on her lap cock warming her is the most natural thing in the world while during this meeting. Well, r being the bratty sub she is, starts to slowly move and grind on larissas cock, but not enough that people can see. She's clenching and griding around larissas cock and it gets to the point larissa ends the meeting early. After everyone leaves Larssia gives r the punishment she deserves.

~👋

Definitely deserved

*Authors note ~ well sometimes we all need to be pulled back into line right? No? Just me 😂 this one goes out to everyone who likes to push buttons*

Trigger warnings~ sub r, mommy Larissa, cockwarming, nudes being sent, bondage, bratty r, punishment, semi public sex?, spanking (r), oral (L), edging (r) , slight choking (r)

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Being her house wife was everything and more. You lived a comfortable life, filled with love laughter and joy. Larissa, your wife, was the principal of Nevermore while you kept on top of the house duties and eventually would become a stay at home mother. That’s the plan. Although it’s not to say you don’t get a little bored these days. Once the chores were all done, there’s only so many times you can read the same books and watch the same shows before becoming bored. You loved Larissa’s dedication to her job, you do, but recently she’d been staying later in her office and well you missed her. Her company, her presence around the house and her touch.

You can’t help but use your free time to wrap your body in the new crimson red rope you purchased, aiming to get the tie perfect. Larissa always did love when her presents were wrapped so perfectly that it almost pained her to undo them. Almost. Larissa had no clue about your purchase due to her extended time at Nevermore recently yet you decided to get her attention the best way you knew how.

One thing about weems is she loves when you’re doing domestic duties. Something about her sweet little house wife sent her feral. You knew this. There had been many times she’s caught you washing dishes and lost the fight, ending up taking you against pretty much every surface of the kitchen she could. The time she sank to her knees as she had you spread across the kitchen island to eat you out like a starved woman or the time where she was so needy she lifted your cute little sun dress and sank into your needy cunt as her lips found their home in your neck.

After snapping a few pictures and videos you were half way through untangling the rope from your body when the memories hit you like a fright train. The perfect ideas for your collection of photos seemed to fall into place with ease. You quickly re tied the intricate tie once more, now only clad in the rope you ventured to the kitchen with the simple intention of scrubbing every crevice of the floor. A mundane task, but you figured she’d appreciate the sight. So naturally you set to work making sure to capture it.

When your name popped onto her phone screen once again she couldn’t help but smile. You always made her day brighter, the I love you texts and the ones where you detailed wanting her home with you, updating her on your day and wishing her well, they were just so cute. But today you seemed to have woken up in a particular mood, all throughout the morning she’d been gifted photos of you, snipets of what she could have if she were home. And the texts of what you wished she would do to you… it was overwhelming her in the best ways. But with this video she feared you may have actually broken her restraint.

“Pretty little house wife for mommy” was the only caption to the three minute video. You on your hands and knees in nothing but rope, perfectly on display for her, your focus on getting the floor to be sparkling was so intense you couldn’t even see your own beauty. It’s uncommon that Larissa loses control over her ability. Control is something she prides her self on. The high level of desire you provoked in the older woman caused her anatomy to shift. Something teen Larissa had many awkward encounters with. Well shit. Her lovely dress now tented at the apex of her thighs.

You weren’t expecting the sound of her ringtone as noon approached, you lay in the blankets ready for an afternoon nap. Yet you answered any time she called, desperate to hear her voice again. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the frustrated sigh the came through, a small win, only for her to command you come to Nevermore. This instant. Even bigger win. So with a small stretch, you dragged yourself from your comfortable spot to get ready to leave. It wouldn’t take you long and she knew that.

Walking to her office was a strange feeling, almost as if you were a disobedient school girl heading to detention. Upon entering the room you could instantly see the cause of her frustration as she held the door for you. You couldn’t help but smile at the way she was so affected by little old you. You allowed the shifter to guide you to her desk before seating you on her lap, effortlessly. Your hands coming to wrap around her neck as you chuckled, “happy to see me darling?”

“You have no idea what you have awoken in me sweet girl, I suggest behaving or I’ll have to punish you sweetheart. We both know how you would loathe that.” Her simple warning was temping to ignore. You’d behaved perfectly well if you didn’t say so yourself, so naturally you ground your hips down against her bulge for some friction, “I’ve been so good mommy, did you like your surprise?” You purred happily as her hands came to grip your hips effectively stilling them. “I think you can see just how much I liked it darling, don’t be such a bratty baby and help mommy out will you?”

Helping your wife out came in the form straddling her lap as she warmed her shifted cock in your tight little cunt. You couldn’t help but whimper of “mommy” at the slight stretch that occurred as you tried to accommodate the intrusion. “Shh you have to behave my love, mommy has a meeting with the alumni” she warned allowing you to get settled as her guests were due any minute. Once she was sure you were comfortable she allowed their entry and the meeting set off, no one even dared to questioned Larissa on your presence.

Lulling her into a false sense of security you decided to heed her warning, you sat ever so still just savouring the closeness to the woman, the feeling of her stuffed inside you was most definitely one of your favourites. But soon enough your interest in behaving dwindled, the meeting seeming to drag on for hours, no one having a clue what was going on behind the desk. Perhaps if they did they would all leave and you’d finally get what you crave.

It started subtly, a gentle shift feigning getting comfortable. Then progressing into slightly bolder movements as you got braver. You could feel the way your inner walls gripped her cock like a vice. Desperately needing more. Needing her to finally give in. But if you know your wife, which you do, you know she has the patience of a saint. It comes with the job requirements really but right now it would be the final barrier to jump.

To her credit, Larissa managed to make it through most of the planned material for the meeting, a few very uncharacteristically messy notes scrawled in her note pad as your greedy cunt continued to clench around her, desperately trying to drag her deeper within your core. “I, I’m dreadfully sorry but I feel rather unwell, could we reconvene at a different time?” Her voice was like silk yet left no room for arguments, the members murmured their agreements and well wishes before leaving the room. Only when the mahogany doors slammed shut, signifying that you two were finally alone did she pull you off her lap practically snarling her disapproval, “such a fucking brat.”

That was how you found yourself bent over her desk, your cheeks on full display for her. “You really can’t behave yourself can you hmm? Such a slut practically begging mommy to spank your pretty ass, you will count and thank mommy for every one.” Larissa clearly meant business by the way her slap echoed around her office, your head falling forward to the desk as you mewled in pleasure, “one mommy thank you.” The first five were delicious, the next five were starting to become saw but the last five she had to have her hand pressing into the small of your back as you desperately squirmed away from her sobbing gently as you counted the last hit, “fifteen thank you mommy.”

“All done sweet girl, what’s your colour for mommy” she murmured turning your body to face hers as she wiped your falling tears. “G-green mommy” you mumbled hoping to be given what you wanted. Mommy. Instead only being met with a smirk as her hand moved to curl around your throat, adding the right amount of pressure to be dizzying but safe. “Good then you don’t mind being a good little whore and showing mommy just how sorry you are hmm?”

You feel to your knees with a surprised gasp for air. “Want you to choke on my dick like a filthy bitch in heat” she growled making sure to weave her slender fingers through your hair as she guided your mouth to her member. Taking the swollen leaky tip into your mouth caused you to moan at the taste of yourself on her, only causing her hips to jerk forward involuntarily thrusting herself deeper into your throat than you were prepared for. “Mommys good little cock slut” she grunted as she started to find a pace. You always loved when she used you. In fact it got to you so much you were always on the edge of coming just from the act, unable to fall over the edge without her directly stimulating your throbbing clit. The way you choke and moan around her length sends her feral. And don’t even get her started on the way you go so brain dead you start to drool for her.

It didn’t take much to push the older woman over the edge, and it wasn’t long before she was rewarding you with white hot spurts of sticky cum that was shot straight down the back of your throat as you gaged around her. Only when she road the waves or her pleasure out fully did she allow you to move away, releasing her with a pop as you greedily sucked in air, all wide eyes and perfectly fuzzy for her. “Mommy” you whined, trying to rub your thighs together for some friction as she left you on your knees watching as she righted her clothing. “Fix your clothes darling, and head home I’ll join you soon. Oh, don’t even think about touching that pretty pussy of mine. Maybe this will teach you not to be such a fucking brat.”

Word count~ 1781

[lina-vas-dom]

Ах, поселиться б в точке света, Где Бог имеет право вето И может вето наложить На то, что нам мешает жить, На то, что жизнь не украшает, А безнадёжно разрушает До дна, до тла, до чёрных дыр. Ах, отыскать бы где-то мир, В котором чувствуется кожей, Что он и в самом деле Божий… /Лариса Миллер

Oh, I wish I could live in a point of light, Where God has veto power And can veto On the things that keep us from living, What doesn't beautify life But hopelessly destroys To the bottom, to the ground, to black holes. Oh, I wish there was a world out there Where I can feel in my skin That it's really God's… / Larissa Miller

[daydream-cement]

Laundry Service (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Larissa helps you out.

Author's Note: Short smut (600 words). This was originally about one of my oc's, but I couldn't resist adding the Headmistress in instead.

You stretched down into the washing machine. You couldn’t believe how hard it was to get to the bottom. You always felt as if you were average height, but as your fingers barely reached the last few socks at the bottom. 

When Larissa passed by the laundry room, she had to do a double take at the sight of you bent over into the washing machine. You were in your lazy Sunday clothes - tight leggings that showed off every curve and an oversized sweater that shifted out of place to expose your midriff. Your feet dangled off the ground as you struggled to snatch up all of the little pieces of laundry alluding you at the bottom of the washer. 

Larissa couldn’t resist coming up behind you. Her hands slowly moved to grip your waist, giving your body a light squeeze.

At first you jolted in surprise, but you soon realized it was Larissa from the familiarity of her hands on your skin, “Oh, honey! Can you help me?”

“Happy too.” Larissa cooed, curling her fingers around the band of your leggings and underwear. 

The shapeshifter was often reserved in her sexual pursuits of you, but that reservation was nowhere to be seen as she dropped to her knees, pulling your pants down with her.

You gasped, hands gripping the edge of the washing machine. Your cheeks flushed red as you exclaimed, “Rissa!”

“I'm helping…” Larissa husked as her hands palmed your ass for a moment before shifting her hands to cup it gently. She used the leverage of her hand placement to spread your thighs to access your cunt. 

You sucked in a breath when you felt the shapeshifter plunge her tongue into your cunt. 

Larissa was eating you with a starving fervor that had you mewling and humming in response. The rim of the washing machine was digging into your abdomen, but that was feeling like far less of a priority at the moment. 

In the few moments Larissa would come up for air from your cunt, she was gasping phrases of adoration - ‘I love you’, ‘You’re perfect’, and ‘You taste incredible’ were repeated over and over.

You couldn’t last long. Between the setting, the dominance, and and the sensation, all of the elements combined in a way that had you gushing on Larissa’s chin.

When the shapeshifter took to sucking on your clit, you had no ability to hold back any longer. You came with a cry, but just because you came didn’t mean the shapeshifter was about to stop. 

Larissa lapped at your cum until she was sure she had cleaned you up enough. 

When Rissa was satisfied, she pushed herself to stand, pulling your pants back up with her. She wiped her face and with a strong arm around your middle, Larissa pulled you from the washing machine and manhandled you into a position where she could seat you on the dryer. 

Larissa then moved away from your dazed form, leaning into the washing machine and yanking out the remaining laundry with a single hand. The shapeshifter tossed the few socks into the nearby laundry basket you had been using before turning her attention back on you, “I hope that helped, darling.”

Larissa turned on her heels, leaving you wide eyed, “Wha- Rissa?”

“If you need anything else, let me know.” Larissa called from the hallway.

“Rissa-“ You called, jumping down from the dryer, cut off by tripping over the basket of damp laundry. You were scrambling as you picked up the laundry from the floor and shoved it in the dryer, continuing to call Larissa’s name as you turned on the dryer and chased your wife down the hall.

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[bunniebubbleswrites]

heyyy,

i love your writing and i want to make a request:

a virgin reader, being insecure about herself(in any way you would like to write) and larissa reassuring her.

NSFW or not, your choice, and obviously only if you’re comfortable:)

thank you and have a nice day:))

Anniversary

MINORS DNI

Larissa Weems x F! Reader

A/N: Okay so I've never written smut before this and most of time when I was writting this was either in the late hours of the night or in the wee hours of the morning because my sleep scheudle is fucked. I don't know how good this is but this has to be one of the longest fics I've written in a while. Also Happy Valentines! Enjoy Anon! Warnings/Tags: Smut, reader being insecure, soft larissa, porn with plot, oral (r receving), fingering (r receving), not beta read Words: 3,350 Summary: Yours and Larissa anniversary was coming up and you both had been so busy, so you suggest dinner at your place. One thing leads to another and Larissa proves to you how much she love you.

You bit your lip as you fiddled with the pen in your hand, looking down at the papers piled in front of you. Neatly typed papers from your university students, you had been as equally as busy as Larissa, you girlfriend- the headmistress of Nevermore academy.

You had had been with Larissa for a few years now and with your anniversary rapidly approaching you had no clue what to get her, and with everything that has been happening at Nevermore, you both needed a break.

You didn't have any classes today, so you drove the few hours from the university into Jericho to see Larissa, you both had decided to meet at the Weathervain for coffee.

You had gotten to the Weathervain early, you and Larissa hadn't agreed on a time so you just decided you would just hang out and grade your students papers, but you couldn't even focus on that. You tossed the pen down and buried your face into your hands.

The only thing on your mind was your anniversary, what where you going to get her?

Your mind wandered to the lacy black bra and panties that you kept tucked away in the back of your top dresser drawer. A gift from your sister-in-law. You felt the heat rushing to your face at the memory. You had tried it on once, and you hated it. How you looked, how you felt.

Your heard your phone ping and pulled your hands away from your face, a light dusting of pink still remaining on your cheeks.

You grabbed your phone, Larissa's name popping up as a notification. You fumbled your phone in your hands, almost letting the device slip into your lap.

You clicked on the notification, your history of texts showing up with a new one right at the bottom.

—> Coffee in 10?

Sure! See you in a bit <—

You set your phone back down on the table and turned your attention back to the papers in front of you, trying not to let your mind wander, as you picked your pen back up.

You stared at the words on the papers for what seemed like forever, glancing up from your spot in one of the back booths every time someone walked in, fighting your own mind.

Her lips, leaving a red trail of kiss marks down your neck and chest. Her hands. Oh god her hands. Her hands on your waist, on your thighs slowly moving upward. Her fingers keeping you on the edge of what you want so badly.

The sound of someone clearing their throat drew your attention upwards, and there she was, two cups of coffee in her hands.

"Rissa, Hey." Your voice cracked just slightly, another wave of heat dusting your cheeks.

"I didn't see you come in." You pushed a stray bit of hair, behind your ear as Larissa set your coffee down, the beige liquid swirling in front of you.

"It seemed you were to busy grading papers, to notice." She let out a throaty laugh, as she slid into the seat across from you.

"Yeah, I guess." You let a chuckle and gathered the papers, tucking them into your bag along with your pen. Your eyes focused back on the blonde in front of you, her face filled with worry.

"Is everything alright?" Larissa's face contorts with worry, and she reaches across the table to lace her fingers with yours.

"Yeah, just thinking, our anniversary is coming up and we just haven't made any plans yet." You slowly rocked your hands back and forth on the table.

"Well, what were you thinking we could do?" She hummed as she took a sip of her coffee.

You knew what you were thinking, but that seemed a bit rash to bring up in public. You bit your lip, and looked up like you were thinking about it.

"Dinner at my place? You could stay the night, it's been a while." You smiled, as Larissa rubbed your hand with her thumb.

"That sounds perfect," She smiles "so your place Friday, at 8?" You nod and the two of you spent the rest of your time taking about your students and the ridiculous things they got up to, the time flew by and it seemed all too soon for her to leave.

You both walked out of the coffee shop, her fingers entwined with yours. You walked her to her car, reluctantly letting go of her hand. Larissa placed a chaste kiss on your lips after saying goodbye.

You watched as she drove off back towards the Nevermore Campus. It had been awhile since you and Larissa got to have time to yourselves and with your anniversary only 3 days away, you needed Friday to come quickly.

The next couple of days went by gruelingly slow. Every time you looked at a clock, it seemed that it hadn't moved from when you had last checked. Friday couldn't come any sooner.

"Okay, I want those projects on my desk in 3 weeks." A simultaneous groan fills the room. "I assigned this project two weeks ago and it was in the syllabus that you all signed at the start of term." You crossed your arms as you leaned against your desk at the front of the room.

"If you need extra time, send me an email or come to my office hours. I'll see you all on Monday, have a good weekend." You ushered your students out as you walked back around your desk to gather your things, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

Your phone buzzed as you tucked your computer into your bag. You picked up your phone from it's faced down position on your desk. You smiled as Larissa's name showed up on your lock screen.

—> See you soon!

You rush to gather everything else as you tuck your phone in the pocket of your suit pants. You rush through everything you have to do when you get home.

Tidy up your apartment, cook dinner, and get ready.

You grab your bag and rush out of your class room, practically running at full speed in your heels to get to your car. You fish your keys out of the bottom of your bag and go to unlock your car.

You click the unlock button and climb into the drivers seat, putting your bag into the passenger seat next to you. You put your key into the ignition and turned, the car roared to life and you tried not to speed on your way home.

As soon as you were in the door you kicked off your heels and threw your keys into the bowl you kept on a small table by the door and setting your bag right beneath it. You quickly rushed to pick up the long abandoned mugs that sat on your coffee table and some clothes that had been haphazardly thrown about after a long day at work.

That only took about 20 minutes, if you don't count the tetris you had to do to fit all your dirty dishes into your dishwasher.

You threw on your apron, and threw up your hair as you glanced at the clock.

6:30

Just enough time to make dinner and get ready. You pulled out the lasagna from your freezer and turned to pre-heat the oven. You slowed your breathing as you watched the numbers on your oven rise as it warmed. You pulled your attention away from the glowing numbers. You set the table, setting down wine glasses, plates, and utensils.

You pull the Bordeaux out of the wine cooler and set it on the table as well. As soon as you turned the over dinged, you put in the lasagna and set a timer, so you wouldn't ruin all your hard work from the night before.

You take off your apron and hang it back in it's spot and head into your bedroom, while unbuttoning your blouse and tossing it onto the pile of laundry that had started to accumulate.

You let out a sigh as you stepped out of your suit bottoms and glanced at the top drawer of your dresser. Your mind wandered to lacy bra and panties you have tucked away in the very back, hidden away like a dirty secret.

You looked down at your mismatched bra and panties and looked back at the drawer.

You and Larissa had been together for a couple years now, and it had never gotten that far, and you had never bothered to do it with anyone else. The 'have sex' part.

And it was Larissa for god's sake, she loved and cared about you.

You walked over to your dresser and opened the top drawer with all the confidence you could muster you opened the drawer reached towards the back until your fingers brushed against the lacy fabric you bunched the fabric up in your hands and pulled it out.

You took off your current bra and panties and replaced them with the lace ones. You stepped into your bathroom, looking over your makeup and taking your hair down from earlier.

You walked back into your bedroom and over to your closet, you had to have a dress to wear. You spot a short black one from your college days, even though you don't recall ever wearing it. You pull it out and hold it up to your body, unsure.

You slipped it on, and it dawned on you why you had never worn it. It fit it all the right places and the neckline left little to the imagination. You grabbed your heels and slipped the on. You stared at yourself in the mirror starting to second guessing yourself.

The sound of the timer you had set pulled your attention and you rush out into the kitchen quickly turning the oven off and bending down with oven mitts over your hands. You placed the warm dish in the center of the table, and put your oven mitts back on the counter.

You checked the clock again. You watched as the clock hands move over the 12 and the 8.

8:00

Right on time there was a knock on your front door. You took a deep breath and pulled down the bottom of your dress just slightly. Your heels clicked against the floor as you made your way to the door.

You opened the door, and standing on the other side was Larissa, her hair down falling in waves over her shoulders. Her lips painted a ruby red.

"Wow, look at you." She places her hands on your waist, looking down at you with her piercing blue eyes. You flush just slightly.

"Come in," You pull away from her, moving aside to let her in. "I made dinner! Lasagna and wine. Not the most glamorous, I know but-"

"It's perfect." She beams at you as you close the door behind you both. God she was absolutely perfect. What did you ever do to deserve her?

She places her hands on your cheeks and pulls in your a kiss. Her hands leave your cheeks and find purchase on your waist, just as your knees started to feel weak. You didn't want to pull away, but you both needed to breathe.

"We should eat before it gets cold." You say, as she pulls away from you red lipstick smudged on your lips and hers. You both sit down at your small table that you kept in the center of you kitchen like an island.

Dinner was simple, easy. You both hadn't had time with each other for so long, you had forgotten how easy it was to just be with each other.

"And then he had the audacity to try and ask me for an extension." You both laughed as you recalled a certain student from your previous class. The food on your plates long finished and the wine bottle almost empty.

You moved to stretch, your eyes closed and arms reached up above your head. You had been sitting on that bar stool for what felt hours. Unbeknownst to you a bit of your bra peaked out drawing Larissa attention.

"Any ideas for dessert?" Larissa asked, as you brought your arms down to your sides. You looked at her, and found something you had never seen before swirling in her eyes.

Desire.

With all the alcohol in your system, you were feeling courageous.

"I have an idea." You bit your lip as you hopped down from the bar stools. You grabbed Larissa hand and led her over to your couch, she sat down on the leather cushions and you quickly found purchase on her lap.

Her hands found your bare thighs and slowly moved upwards, hiking your dress up so it's now resting just above your hips, your panties exposed. Her hands resting on the curve of your hips. Your hands rested on her shoulders as your eyes darted between her eyes and lips.

With a quick move forward, your lips were on hers. One of your hands snaked up into her hair and the other rested on the back of her neck. Her fingers started to tease at the lacy fabric at your hips, as you started to grind against her lap.

You pull away from her and slip your dress over your head, and Larissa's breath hitched. You quickly went back to kissing her, letting her hands roam your body. You could feel your panties getting wetter by the second.

Her lips separated from yours and started to trail down your neck biting and sucking, Larissa taking note of every little whimper that escaped your throat. Her hand played with the waist band of your underwear.

"Wait…Larissa… fuck." You said in between breaths as you grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

"Is everything alright?" Her eyes raked over you, worried she had gone to far.

"Yeah, it's just…" You bit your lip as you trailed off. "I've never done any of this before, and beside I feel like you didn't want me in this way"

"What made you think that?" Larissa's voice wavered. She thought you were perfect.

"Look at me. I'm not that pretty. There are plenty of other girls out there, so why stay with me?"

"I think your perfect, and I never initiated anything because I wanted you to be ready. We don't have to do anything. Not if you don't want to. " You let go of her wrist and both of her hands came up to cup your cheeks, and her forehead was pressed against your own.

"I want to, I really want to." You laughed as you brought your hand up to hers, nuzzling your cheek into her hand. "I just don't know how."

"Then let me take care of you. Let me show you how much I love you." Larissa's voice lowered and her hands left your cheeks and went to your thighs. She stood from the couch, lifting you in her arms. You wrapped your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck as you let your heels fall off your feet as she walked to your bedroom.

She gently put you down on your bed, her arms caging you in. Her lips found yours once more, and you gladly let her in. Your tongues exploring every inch of each others mouths.

Larissa pulls away, and finds your neck once again. This time she was intent on leaving marks. Her hands go to the waist band of your panties, her hand dipping underneath. Her fingers slide in between your folds, teasing your entrance making you let out a moan you were sure your neighbors heard.

Her lips moved down to your chest, and her free hand moved up your back making you arch further into her. Her hand quickly find the clasp of your bra and undoes it as she pulls back to help you remove it, tossing it into some dark corner of your bedroom.

Her mouth was on one of your breast, her tongue toying with your nipple sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. She could feel you getting wetter by the second. Your gasps and whimpers were music to her ears.

She let her thumb swipe over your clit, and you let out a gasp at the foreign feeling.

"Rissa please." You let out a whine as your hips started to buck against her hand. You wanted more. "Pretty please"

Larissa almost lost all her composer at the words that left your mouth. You felt one of her fingers slip inside you, and you let a moan boarding on obscene. Larissa pulled away from your chest to look at you.

Her breathing sped up, you looked like she had just absolutely ravished you. Red lipstick smeared on your lips, neck, and chest.

"God, your perfect." She said, just above a whisper as she started to slowly thrust her finger into you. She quickly added another, making you grip onto the sheets to keep you grounded.

The coil in your stomach only growing as her thumb starts to make small circles around your clit. Her fingers felt so much better than your own.

"Rissa, I think I'm going to..." Larissa's fingers sped up their thrust, turning you into a moaning, whimpering mess.

"Go on sweetheart, cum for me." That was all you needed for the coil in your stomach to snap. You came hard,her name like a prayer on your lips. You drenched her fingers and your own panties, which Larissa made quick work of tossing them to the side.

You let out a whimper as Larissa pulled her fingers out of you, letting you recover from your orgasm. You watched as she got on her knees in front of you, her hands gripping your thighs. She pulled you to the edge of the bed, her red lips kissing up your thighs.

"Rissa, you don't have to- oh my god." You threw your head back as her tongue swiped at your clit and she sucked at it. Your hand was soon buried in her blonde hair, trying to keep her a close as possible. You would take everything she gave you.

Her tongue moved back and fourth between your clit and your entrance, her nails digging into your thighs. She focused on your clit, determined to make you cum a second time.

Larissa shoved her tongue into you, exploring every inch she could access. You tried to move your hips wanting more friction, but her hands on your thighs kept you pinned as she devoured you like she hadn't eaten in days.

Your hands tightened in her hair as you felt the coil tighten once again. You were a babbling mess moans and her name mixed with each other. You weren't sure which was which.

With one more swipe at your clit, the coil burst. You held Larissa there as you rode out your second orgasm.

After a minute or two, your hands let go of her hair and Larissa came up her chin glistening with your wetness. You flushed at the sight, covering your hands with your face. You heard her chuckle and the sound of a zipper followed suit.

You felt your bed dip down with weight as Larissa laid down next to you. You brought your hands down and scooted up towards your pillows and her face was inches from yours.

"Your beautiful and so perfect. What did I ever do to deserve you?" Larissa asked as she pulled a blanket over top of you.

"You really think so?" You played with her hair as it draped over her shoulders.

"Do I have to prove it to you again dear?" She raised an eyebrow at you, as you giggled. She placed a kiss on your lips and pulled you closer to her.

"Sleep, we have a long morning ahead of us." She gave you a sly smirk as you nuzzled into her neck letting sleep take you as Larissa traced circles into your back.

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Keeping Warm

Larissa Weems x f!reader

A little Kinktober surprise! 🎃❤️‍🔥

Words: ~2.2k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: nsfw (smut) - cockwarming, breeding kink, shapeshifted cock, mommy kink, use of pet names such as ‘kitten’

Larissa is sitting on the sofa in front of her fireplace, a glass of wine in one hand and a book in the other. You’re sprawled out on the rug in front of the fire with a book of your own, basking in the warmth. As you wiggle yourself into a more comfortable position, your t-shirt rides up a bit and reveals a sliver of skin - you shiver and let out a contented sigh as the prickling heat from the fire kisses your bare skin.

“Darling,” Larissa coos, and you turn your head to face her. She’s watching you intently, her face illuminated by an orange glow as icy blue eyes bore into your own, her pupils widening almost imperceptibly. Her eyes are hooded and her lips are parted as she begins to drink in your form - as she does so, she shifts in her seat, squeezing her thighs together.

“You look so delectable,” she breathes out, placing her wine glass on the side table and gently patting her thigh. “Would my darling girl like to come sit on mommy’s lap?”

With a shy smile, you push yourself off the floor and pad over to the blonde, your book forgotten on the rug in front of the fire. You stop in front of her, biting your lip as you slowly lower yourself to straddle her lap.

Larissa hums in delight and places her own book face down beside her, before placing her hands on your hips and leaning in for a kiss. Her lips are soft and warm - at first, they brush lightly against yours, her nose nuzzling your own as her hot breath ghosts across your lips. Then she presses harder, the kiss slowly turning passionate as her tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You allow her to deepen the kiss, her tongue exploring every crevice of your mouth before finding a rhythm with your own - all the while, her hands squeeze your hips more and more firmly, crimson nails digging into the soft flesh just above the waistband of your shorts.

She pulls away slightly, her breathing labored, and rests her forehead against yours. “Good girl,” she whispers, and a noticeable shiver runs down your spine. She smirks, dipping her fingers under the waistband of your shorts but not moving further. “Do you think you could do something for me, kitten?”

You think you know what she means as you grind down into her lap and feel her bulge beneath her skirt - Larissa lets out a soft “mmpf”, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Yes, mommy, anything.” Your voice is shaky and your cheeks rosy, and Larissa smiles softly and opens her eyes again as her fingers help you to tug your shorts down your legs, taking your underwear along with them and discarding both in a heap on the floor. Larissa’s hands come to rest on your thighs, rubbing and squeezing, and you let out a little whimper as her fingers come dangerously close to your pussy.

“Are you wet for me?” she husks and you nod, spreading your legs as far as you can and allowing her to dip her fingers into your cunt. A gasp escapes your lips as Larissa runs a finger gently through your folds, gathering your wetness and smearing it over your clit - once, twice, then retracting her hand and making you whimper with need.

“Shh,” she coos. “Open up.” 

You open your mouth, allowing Larissa to place her finger on your tongue. It’s coated in your arousal and you can feel yourself grow even wetter as you eagerly suck the digit, before releasing it with a pop.

“I love it when you follow my orders, it makes me so hard,” Larissa says, choosing that moment to buck her hips against your cunt - you can feel how hard she is, and you bite your lip to stifle a groan. Larissa smirks and her hands fall to her own skirt - she hikes it up over her hips and your attention falls to her underwear. She’s big today and it makes you swallow visibly, drawing a light chuckle from Larissa’s lips.

“It’ll be alright, my darling girl. Just relax.”

Her hands grasp onto yours and she guides them to the waistband of her own underwear. You take over, tugging it down her legs and releasing her cock from where it strains against the thin, lace fabric. It stands immediately to attention and you feel your mouth begin to water, before strong fingers grip your chin and force you to meet Larissa’s hungry gaze.

“Do you think you’re up for it?”

You nod profusely and Larissa tuts, raising an eyebrow. “Words, kitten. Mommy needs words.”

“Yes, I’m up for it,” you reply, your voice breathy as you subtly grind into Larissa’s lap, desperate for even a little bit of friction against your aching clit. “Mommy,” you add with a sheepish smile.

“Good girl.” Larissa smiles warmly and places your hands on her hips, gently tugging you upwards - you place your hands on her shoulders and raise yourself up as Larissa helps you line your entrance up with her cock.

She grasps the throbbing member, running it teasingly through your folds and drawing a filthy moan from your throat, which is quickly cut off as the tip of Larissa’s cock slips into your cunt. Larissa’s hands go to your waist, squeezing gently and drawing soothing circles with her thumbs as she waits for you to adjust, for your grip on her shoulders to loosen a little.

You wiggle your hips a bit and sink down further - Larissa tilts her head back and watches you with hooded eyes, her jaw slackening and her breathing stuttering as your walls draw her in, clenching desperately around her girth. 

Once she’s completely sheathed inside of you and your pelvis is resting against hers, you feel Larissa’s right hand come to rest on your lower back, fingers splayed out as she tugs you flush against her. Her lips meet yours for a searing kiss and you whimper, feeling Larissa’s breath hitch at the needy sound. Your hands are still resting on her shoulders and you begin to brush your thumbs faintly across her clavicles.

Larissa pulls away, a serene smile on her lips as she adjusts herself slightly beneath you and lets out a soft hum. “Now, mommy wants to relax a bit… Do you think you could sit perfectly still for me, darling, just like this?”

“Y-yes, mommy, it- mmpf - it feels good.”

“It feels good for me, too,” she whispers, using her left hand to gently guide your head to rest in the crook of her neck, before picking up her book from the sofa.

You let out a contented sigh, not missing the way that Larissa shivers as your breath tickles the side of her neck. You nuzzle your nose against the soft, sensitive flesh of her pulse point, breathing in the scent of her skin and allowing it to relax you - Larissa smells like home, she always has. Larissa’s hand dips under the hem of your shirt and strokes your lower back soothingly.

You try to keep perfectly still on Larissa’s cock, just as she instructed you to, allowing her to continue reading. She’s warm inside of you and it feels so good - you can’t deny that you’re still a bit turned on, and it’s hard to stop yourself from squirming. Every so often, your walls clench involuntarily and Larissa lets out a shaky breath, shifting subtly against you but never fully thrusting. You want to be a good girl - you really do - so you try to focus on the warm, safe feeling of being completely full, in an effort to distract yourself.

“Mommy?” you whisper.

“Yes, kitten?” Larissa whispers back, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Will you read to me?”

You feel Larissa’s lips spread into a smile as they press against your head and she whispers a soft, “of course”.

Her voice is soothing and gentle as she begins to read to you, and you can feel the vibrations of her voice against your cheek:

“For with eyes made clear by many tears, and a heart softened by the tenderest sorrow, she recognized the beauty of her sister’s life–uneventful, unambitious, yet full of the genuine virtues which ‘smell sweet, and blossom in the dust’, the self-forgetfulness that makes the humblest on earth remembered soonest in heaven, the true success which is possible to all.”

Your lips find Larissa’s pulse point as she continues to read and you kiss it softly, reverently. Larissa lets out a hum, which turns into a soft gasp as your teeth graze her neck. Your tongue follows the path of your teeth, flicking at her skin with gentle kitten licks.

“You little minx,” she breathes out, but she doesn’t sound upset. Instead, she places her book down and curls her hand into your hair, gently stroking your scalp. You feel her hips shift slightly, her cock brushing against your sweet spot - it makes you moan against her neck, your grip on her shoulder tightening as your walls clench again.

“Is this - oh - is this alright?” Larissa asks as she thrusts her hips, her breathing picking up. You respond with a thrust of your own, your lips curling into a coy smile as a broken groan tears from her throat.

“Mommy?”

“Hmm?”

“I need you…”

Larissa’s eyes meet yours, unadulterated lust swirling in enlarged pupils. She looks famished, as though she’ll devour you at any second - she lunges forward, her lips crashing against yours and her tongue parting your lips. You swallow her moans as she begins to buck her hips up to meet yours - you feel the coil in your abdomen tightening as she hits seemingly every nerve-ending inside of you, bringing you to new heights of pleasure.

“Does my girl want to be fucked?” she murmurs against your lips. Her use of profanity causes you to whimper - Larissa rarely curses, only in the heat of the moment. You love knowing how turned on she is. “Does my girl want to be bred?” 

Your eyes roll back in your head in pleasure and you whine, feeling an unbearable heat prickling your skin that has nothing to do with the roaring flame in the fireplace behind you.

“Answer me, my darling,” she purrs, her eyes sparkling with desire and affection.

“Y-yes - mmh - mommy. P-please, breed me - oh, God… Fuck me.”

Larissa wastes no time in doing just that - she picks up the pace of her thrusts and, God, does it feel good, and you can feel your brain start to go fuzzy as your knees turn to jello.

“Please, kiss me,” you gasp. Larissa’s lips find yours, passionate and sloppy, and her hot breath fills your lungs as you swallow her broken moans and grunts and she swallows yours in turn.

Her hips snap up to meet yours and you feel yourself barreling towards release. Your fingers twitch against Larissa’s shoulders, your nails digging roughly into her skin and her own grip on your waist tightens in response. 

“M-mommy, I’m g-gonna - can I c-cum? Please.” Your mind is slowly emptying itself of everything except a hazy, fuzzy pleasure and you start to feel desperate, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Wait for mommy,” Larissa grunts. “And watch me while I cum.”

You obey, opening your eyes and trying your best to stave off your own orgasm as Larissa pounds into you. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are half-lidded and hazy, and there are tiny beads of sweat collecting at her temples - she’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment, you think, and you want to push her over the edge.

“Cum inside m-me,” you whisper, just loud enough for Larissa to hear. Her eyes roll back in her head and she whimpers as, with one more thrust, her jaw goes slack and she empties her load inside of you. 

The feeling of that warmth combined with Larissa’s pornographic moan as she cums sends you tumbling over your own peak. You feel the hot coil inside of you snap, your orgasm cresting and crashing over you like a wave. A soft cry escapes your lips as you feel your walls clench around Larissa’s cock, drawing her in once again. 

Her thrusts slow as you fall forward against her - her strong arms wrap around you and hold you close. Your breathing is heavy and erratic, and strangely in sync with Larissa’s, and it makes you chuckle breathily - she chuckles in return and kisses your temple, reaching up and brushing a stray lock of hair off your forehead. She tucks it lovingly behind your ear and gently strokes her fingers along your jaw.

“My darling girl took me so well,” she murmurs against your skin. “You did so well for me, love.”

You blush, a serene smile gracing your features.

“I’m going to shift ba-”

“No.” You feel your cheeks burn and bury your face in the crook of Larissa’s neck. “Sorry, I just meant… could we stay like this for a bit?”

Larissa smiles warmly, her gaze filled with tenderness as she looks down at you. “How about I get you cleaned up and then we can spoon in bed, alright, darling?”

“Okay,” you hum. “Thank you.” You feel Larissa’s arms tighten around you, her cheek nuzzling the top of your head. 

“I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you, too.”

x

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Accidents Happen (Larissa Weems x f!Reader)

Synopsis: When you accidentally send the wrong person a text, you didn't expect something so good to come from it.

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: smut, face sitting, alcohol, masturbation, swearing

Sitting in the staff meeting was turning into torture. When you weren’t staring down at the smooth surface of the table you were doing your best not to stare at your boss. Larissa Weems; the woman of your dreams. Sometimes literally.

Her voice was washing over you and the words meant little but the cadence, the pitch, the tone, it was all making you melt. When your eyes darted up towards her, her red lips were pursed and you thought you should tune back in. She wasn’t hiding how perturbed she was.

But the way her blue eyes flashed and her body tensed only made heat flow over your skin.

Your eyes met hers, just for a moment, and you bit down on your bottom lip to keep from moaning audibly. They passed over you and it was like you could breath again. But then you were left staring at her.

Her figure hugging dress had your mouth turning dry. Her hair begged to have your fingers buried in it, messing it up. Her lipstick deserved to be smudged by your lips.

You wanted to taste every inch of her and hear her moan in your ear and make her tremble from your touch.

She dismissed you all, the rest of the staff going their own seperate ways as you fumbled with your phone. Only one person could understand your thoughts and your feelings and would listen to your rambling text message.

She looked so fucking hot today. Seriously. She has a face that was made to sit on. And that voice. It should be illegal to sound that good. I just want to hear her moan my name. Is it bad to say that when she’s angry all I can think about is sinking to my knees and submitting to her? Yeah there’s definitely something wrong with me. But today in the staff meeting she was clearly upset and all I was thinking about was helping her work out that anger. In any way she wanted. Ideally with my body. I didn’t even know what she was upset about. I can’t focus when she looks like that. I need to go have a cold shower.

You ran headlong into a warm body, hand clenching around your phone. You stumbled back, a hand grasping your arm above the elbow to keep you from falling on your ass. You looked up, finding blue eyes sparkling down at you, lips curling up into a smile.

“Sorry,” you muttered, immediately looking away from Larissa, stepping back, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

The phone in her hand dinged. You took another step back from her.

“Great meeting,” you said, “really… informative.”

“I’m glad you thought so,” she said, smiling at you.

“Anyway, I should go… do some work,” you said, “that’s what you pay me for, after all.”

She chuckled. You flushed at the sound, not quite meeting her eye. You shuffled around her, continuing your journey down the hallway. You looked down at the phone clutched in your hand. Text sent. Probably for the best. It would stop you rambling on and on about Larissa and everything you wanted to do with her. You locked the phone, cursing yourself for that fumbled conversation and your inability to think straight around her.

And missed the way she stopped in the hallway, looking down at her phone before shooting an interested look at you over her shoulder.

There was nothing like stressed students to knock Larissa from your mind. It was hard to think all the dirty thoughts you loved to indulge in when teenagers were demanding your attention. Reading half written essays and answering questions about the exam was almost as good as a cold shower.

You locked your classroom at the end of the day, desperate for a long hot bath and a good bottle of wine. The morning felt as if it happened about a million years ago rather than just a few short hours. You didn’t even care about food, happy to make do with the slightly old bag of Doritos and the block of chocolate you’d been trying really hard not to devour in one sitting.

Shutting yourself into your quarters you let out a long breath. A long day and a lot of students and you were ready to indulge in something a lot more interesting than thinking about how the quadratic equation would influence the future of a bunch of teenagers.

You sunk into the warm water of your clawfoot tub, leaning back with a soft sigh, wine bottle dangling from your fingers. Closing your eyes, you brought to mind the staff meeting earlier. Larissa, eyes flashing, lips forming words you couldn’t quite hear, long fingers gesturing as she spoke. You shifted, knees falling apart as the fingertips of your free hand began to trail over your skin.

Cupping one breast, you arched up into your own touch, imagining those painted nails on your skin. You took another swig of your wine, head tipping back. Pinching at your hardening nipple, heat began to gather between your thighs. You slowly rolled it, picturing the look on Larissa’s face if it was her touching you. Those blue eyes watching you as you arched up, lips falling open, her name a whisper on your tongue.

You took your time before you let your hand slip further down. Sliding a finger through your folds, you gathered your wetness on your fingertip before you began to circle your clit. It was so easy to imagine her, hovering above you, those perceptive eyes taking in every single stutter in your breathing. You moaned, finger pressing to your entrance.

A loud knocking rung through your quarters. The bottle of wine in your fingers slipped, barely able to catch it before it smashed against white the bathroom tiles. You sat up so suddenly some of the water sloshed over the side. You waited a moment.

The knock came again.

You sighed, standing from the bath, the throbbing between your legs growing duller but no more insistent. You slung your robe on, checking in the mirror to make sure you weren’t showing anything you shouldn’t to a visitor. Happy everything was covered, the bottle of wine still dangling between fingers, you pulled open your door.

“Oh.”

Larissa was standing on the other side of the door, an odd look in her eye. The smile was gone, and you had to fight against the impulse to step further away from her.

“You weren’t at dinner,” she said, forgoing a proper greeting.

“I wasn’t,” you agreed, “was I meant to be?”

“I was hoping to talk to you,” she said.

“Oh.” You didn’t have an appropriate answer, “about what?”

“About how I have a face that was made to be sat on.”

You froze, ice filling your veins and your blood draining from your face.

“What?” Your voice didn’t sound like your own, like it was coming from miles away.

“Also about how you plan on having me moan your name,” she said.

“I don’t…”

“And given you’ve made me think about this all day, I think it’s more than fair that you let me take this frustration out on you,” she said, “with your body.”

All you could do was stare at her. Her eye flicked down your body then back up to your face. There was a very intense throb between your legs at the look she was giving you.

“Or was this text not meant for my eyes?”

She held up her phone, showing you the long rambling text you thought you’d sent to your friend after the meeting. The ice melted into flames on your cheeks and your eyes widened.

“You weren’t meant to see that,” you said, fingers pressing to your lips.

“Perhaps I should come in,” she suggested, voice softening.

“You really don’t have to. In fact, why don’t you forget about it? Just delete the message and pretend this never happened,” you said, tripping over your words.

“I’d much rather talk about it.”

“Of course you would,” you muttered, holding the door open wider.

She stepped past you, brushing against your arm. You shivered, taking a deep breath before turning into the room. She was looking at one of the framed pictures you had on display, something from your time at college.

“You haven’t changed at all,” she said, flashing a smile over her shoulder at you.

“I’ve changed a bit,” you said, doing your best to keep calm. Even if your shame was plastered all over her phone.

She placed it down, turning with her hands clasped in front of her body. You weren’t sure how to talk about the text. The mix up. The way you’d tear her clothes off immediately if she just asked you to.

“I must say, that text was rather a surprise,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “it was completely unprofessional and I should never have sent it. Even if it wasn’t meant for you. And I totally understand if you need to take disciplinary actions. It’s sexual harassment at the least.”

“Do you want me to take disciplinary action?” she asked, eyebrows drawing together.

“…No?”

“I don’t want to do that either,” she said, face relaxing once again.

“Oh. Well. Good,” you said, not sure what to do with your hands, “and I’m sorry again.”

“It does place me in an odd position,” she said, “after all, when I thought this attraction was one sided I never thought I’d have to have this discussion.”

“What?” Her words weren’t making sense.

“Well, a one sided infatuation between a boss and their employee is only an issue if I try to coerce you into something you don’t want and doesn’t need anything done about it. But now we need to figure out what we’re going to do,” she said, eyes wandering down your body, “because I’ve spent all day picturing you sitting on my face and I’m determined to make that happen.”

You exhaled, a curse passing over your lips. Her eyes darkened.

“So what are we going to do?” she asked, voice turning husky.

“I’m going to sit on your face,” you replied, breathless and yearning for her touch.

“I was hoping you were going to say that.”

Her fingers found yours, plucking the bottle of wine from you, placing it down on your sideboard. She was close enough for you to smell her perfume, clinging to her like you hoped it would cling to you. You tilted your head up, watching her as she let herself gaze at you, lingering where your robe was tied closed.

Her hands cupped your cheeks, skin warm against yours. She hovered, just a moment longer, stretching out your anticipation. The first press of her lips was like heaven. The second was transcendent. The third had you gasping, burning for more.

Her hands trailed down your body as her tongue licked into your mouth. You made a keening noise, your own hands finally finding a place on her body, grasping her hips as if they were your lifeline. She wrapped you in her arms, body pressing to yours, making your head spin. She kissed you deeper, mapping your mouth as your muffled moans filled the room.

Her fingers found the tie of your robe, slowly tugging on it until it came free. She stepped back from you, lipstick smudged and eyes dark. They swept down your body, parting your robe, gently pushing it from your shoulders.

An impulse to cover your body with your arms sprung up, standing there under her wandering gaze. She caught your arms, fingers curling around your wrists as her eyes swept over you.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, “entirely too delectable.”

You felt your cheeks heat as she continued to stare at you.

“Let me taste you, darling.”

You weren’t going to deny that request. She lifted you, so easily, in her arms, encouraging you to wrap your legs around her waist. You kissed her that time, needing to feel more, to taste her yourself. Her hands were on your skin and she was kissing you deeply and all you wanted was to give her anything she asked for.

She lowered you onto your bed, slow and careful, crawling over your body. Her lips trailed down your throat, teeth scraping against skin. You arched up and she chuckled, low in her throat and muffled against your body.

“Don’t worry, darling,” she said, those blue eyes finding yours again, “I’ll take care of you.”

Her lips wrapped around one nipple and it was so much better than your imagination had been able to come up with. The throbbing between your legs, not having quite dimmed since she’d interrupted your night, was becoming more insistent. The way she sucked had you gasping her name, fingers burying in her hair, uncaring of the pins within it. Her tongue flicked over the hard bud.

“Fuck,” you groaned, tightening your hold on her.

Her fingers skimming over your stomach, your muscles tightening beneath her touch. She kissed across your chest, giving the same attention to the other breast as her finger dipped into your heat. It ran through your folds, making your hips buck up, seeking out her touch. She sat back, looking down at you as she did it again, lips curling up in a smile. Your hands had fallen to her thighs, fingers digging in as you held on, her skirt rucked up.

“All this for me?” she asked.

She withdrew her finger, looking down at the wetness gathered on her fingertip. After considering it a moment, she drew it into her mouth. Your mouth fell open, watching her suck on her finger, tasting your arousal, eyes falling shut.

“You taste so good, my darling,” she purred, blinking her eyes open.

She climbed off you, ignoring your small whine. She repositioned herself on the bed, her head resting on your pillow. Crooking a finger at you, she lay back, waiting for you to join her. You straddled her waist, looking down on her.

You lent down, kissing her, hoping to convey exactly how much you wanted her. How much you’d always wanted her. She hummed into your mouth, hands running down your back until they landed on your hips.

“I want to keep tasting you,” she murmured against your lips, tugging on your hips.

You allowed her to guide you up her body but hesitated as you reached her face.

“Please, darling.”

You looked down into her blue eyes, finding them blown wide as she stared up your body.

“I don’t want to smother you,” you said, voice quiet.

“You won’t,” she replied instantly, “and if it feels like you might I’ll tap your leg three times, just like this.”

She tapped your thigh with her fingers. You nodded, slowly lowering yourself onto her face. Her hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling you down more firmly. You settled, hands finding purchase on your headboard.

Her tongue ran through your folds and your head fell back, a moan falling from your lips. She did it again, this time humming as she did so. The vibration wracked through your body, your hips rutting against her. Her fingers dug in, nose nudging against your clit.

“Fuck, Rissa,” you groaned, fingers tightening on the headboard.

You’d already been worked up before she’d interrupted, your own hand doing a good enough job. This was so much better. It paled in comparison. Fire was licking through your veins, and she was feasting on you like you were feeding a starving woman. Your hips were rocking against her as her tongue dove into you, driving you higher and higher.

You were beyond caring if you were too heavy or were suffocating her. She was moaning into your cunt, clit between her lips, tongue running over you. Her name was a prayer on your lips and desperation was your closest companion. She was so good at it. A master of your body.

The coil within you was tightening, the wave threatening to crest over you. But she was taking her time, exploring every inch of you. You looked down, finding her eyes trained on you. She gave a sharp suck to your bundle of nerves, eyes smouldering at your breathless curse. Hazily, you thought maybe she was paying close attention to every single response you had to her.

She loosened her hold on your hips, allowing you to begin to rock against her face again. But by that point she’d turned teasing, slowing down, never quite touching you how you wanted. You groaned her name, looking down at her, trying to seem scolding. Just as you did, her tongue thrust into you, fucking you like you’d been hoping she would.

You moaned, rocking your hips faster as her tongue drove into you. Her fingers were digging into your thighs hard enough to leave bruises and you were beginning to feel light headed. You ground down, almost chanting her name, doing anything you could to chase your pleasure. She moaned again and your orgasm crashed over you. Tensing above her, fingers aching from how tightly you were holding onto the headboard, a soundless scream came from between parted lips.

Her hold on you softened, kitten licks cleaning you up. You shuddered, oversensitive and still twitching. You pried your fingers from the headboard, looking down at her. She was watching you, eyes crinkled from smiling. You lifted yourself from her face, heating from the glistening arousal on her skin.

You fell to the bed beside her, boneless and satisfied. Her arm curled around your waist, pulling you to her body. The other hand came up, wiping at her face, seemingly amused at what she found. Reaching up, you turned her face towards you, kissing her until you could taste yourself on her tongue.

“Well, darling?” she asked.

“Well what?” you asked.

“Was my face made to be sat on?” she asked.

“Definitely,” you hummed, kissing her again.

She was slow to pull back, indulging in the kiss for a long minutes. When she did, you whimpered, trying to kiss her again. She chuckled, ducking past your lips, standing from the bed.

“Where are you going?” you asked, watching her walk towards your bathroom, still fully clothed, hair rumpled and makeup smeared.

“Did I interrupt your bath?” She turned in the doorway to look at you.

“Yeah,” you replied.

“The water’s cold now but we could finish that bottle of wine in a new one,” she suggested.

“Yes.”

You climbed off the bed, rushing over to her on shaking legs. She caught you, looking down at you with such fondness. She tucked your hair behind your ear, bending down to kiss you again. You sighed into her mouth, pressing against her as the chill of the air began to pluck at your skin.

“Bath time,” she muttered against your mouth, pulling back.

“Bath time,” you agreed.

You definitely got to hear her moan your name.