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sparklingchim · 5 months ago

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Can we get a very short drabble (the way you answer asks, that's perfect too) on jk and Nabi being obsessed with oc's mommy milkers

You feel the tiny dig of a finger at your chest before a small hand tries to tug the front of your top down.

"Nabi, baby," you scold, making her let go of the lacy material. "I thought I told you many times already."

Nabi pouts at you, sad and grumpy. But she's also extremely mischievous — perhaps because you love to spoil her, which may have led to some bratty tendencies. But how could you not? She's so tiny and cute and has the same doe eyes as Jungkook. That's reason enough — so she moves her hand back to your chest.

"Don't try to take my top off." You raise your brows. "We've talked about this so many times, missy."

You gently remove her hand from your chest again, adjusting her little body on your hip as you continue stirring the food on the stove.

"Talked about what?"

Both you and Nabi turn to Jungkook’s voice.

"Jungkook," you beam. Your legs move on their own toward him. Nabi utters happy little sounds.

He gives you both a forehead kiss, taking Nabi from your arms when she impatiently wriggles to get his attention and be held by him.

"What was she up to again?" he asks, his sparkly eyes focused on Nabi, who is currently giving him her brightest smile. Jungkook tickles her tummy, and she squeals.

You get back to stirring the pot. "Just, you know, she's been obsessed with taking this off again." You point to the lacy camisole you're wearing.

He chuckles deeply. "I'm obsessed with them too. She takes after me." You roll your eyes at his silliness.

Jungkook pecks your neck. One hand grabs your waist. He sneakily brushes his fingers up your sides, gently tracing over your ribcage until his hand squeezes the supple flesh of your chest.

You draw a sharp breath. "You're too much, Jungkook," you tease, your cheeks turning hot as you gently push him away.

Jungkook grins. He can't keep his hand to himself. They naturally land on your waist again.

"Just missed you." He kisses Nabis head. "You too." He watches you cook, fingers somehow managing to slip underneath your top and draw little circles on your skin. "The kids at boxing class have missed you too. They asked why my pretty assistant wasn't here today."

You giggle. "They really said that?"

When you visited Jungkook at work the other day, he was giving a class for the children, and he decided to put you in boxing gloves and called you his assistant for today's class.

"Yeah, and I told him to knock it off because you're my girlfriend. And then they all giggled and said that was really obvious because I kept smiling when you were around," Jungkook says. "And because Jia saw us kissing."

"Jungkook, why are you picking up fights with 8-year-olds?" You laugh, shaking your head, incredulous at his antics. "You're unbelievable. But I'd love to visit again if you'd want me to."

"I'd love that." He plants a kiss on your temple. "I love having you around me."

#darly asks #anon #fic: long way home #i found this in the depths of my drafts 👉🏼👈🏼#rewrote it a little and tadaa 👩🏻‍🏫 thought i'd give us sum new lwh material bc i've been missing them <3 #jungkook drabble #jungkook scenario #dilf jungkook

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billiedeansbitch · 1 year ago

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𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 [𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 4]

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: Larissa was compelled to use her annual leave to take care of her nieces for five days; what she wasn’t expecting was that an unnecessarily attractive baby-sitter would be accompanying her as well.

a/n: I was stalling for months, I know, and I am deeply sorry. I lost the motivation and the plot and thought about discontinuing this but I suddenly felt the urge to finish this so here you go. I did my very best with this one. And yep there will be another chapter, last one hopefully.

warning/s: NSFW

<<Previous part

@enchantressb @barbarasstar @willowshadenox @gwendolinechristieiscute @winterfireblond @im-a-carnivorous-plant @poorwritingandstalecoffee @justcallmelittleone @digital-demise @kimiinou @a-queen-and-her-throne @larissaoftarthweems

You awoke to the light scratching of her blunt nails against your scalp. The steady hum of her heart was audible in your ears as you found yourself pressed against her with almost half of your weight. She had her phone occupying her left hand, the length of her legs were stretched on the bed, one ankle over the other. It was still dark, you noticed. The curtains were still drawn, and she had her lamp on, softly casting light in the room.

"Hello," you whispered, gently trying to stir her focus.

Larissa peered down at you, "Did I wake you?"

"No, no…It just sort of happened. What are you doing?"

"Checking my emails but I’m done just about now."

Larissa locked her phone with an audible click before setting it down on the nightstand with the screen facing the surface. Now she was looking at you with undivided attention. It made you feel important.

“Did you know you passed out?”

"What? No I didn't." you let out an incredulous laugh, "That's simply not true." You could hardly believe it and oh, she was adamant to make you.

You felt her shift, a hand winding up around your shoulder.

"Oh, but it is. I didn't break you or did I?" The woman barely had to work up the effort to hide how smug she was of herself. It dripped down to the very last word. Her head tilted to the side. You couldn’t see her, with your face buried on her side but you knew she was smirking. It made you blush more.

It was hard to believe it but then if you’d think about it, it wasn’t entirely impossible that what she was saying was somehow…well, the truth, especially if the sex was that fucking good to begin with which she had proven enough in the last two days’ time. Passing out from sex wasn’t totally in your cards this year. Damn. Surprises, right?

At your age you would think that you could last longer, that you’d be the restless one, but boy, you were utterly mistaken. You could vaguely remember shit but then again, Larissa didn’t look like the one to make up stories.

You kept your face hidden, thinking if she couldn’t see you and you couldn’t see her then you wouldn’t have to talk and pretend you had fallen asleep once more.

“You seem broken, dear. Can’t speak now, hmm?”

Your cheeks tingle pleasantly, “Sorry,” you mumble. The sound of her low, seductive chuckle reverberated through her chest. Damn it, woman! Your jaw clenched before you let out an exasperated sigh. She chuckled again.

Larissa coaxed you out of your hiding, “Look at me.”

Your heart stuttered once your eyes met, breath temporarily stilling. Her cheeks were glowing, like the after sex haze was still left on her skin. And before your mind could drift to some far away land, she spoke again.

“You didn’t want me to stop. Why?” This time her tone wasn’t playful. Her brows slightly furrowed.

Your eyes wandered elsewhere, “Do I really have to answer that?” You were embarrassed enough that you passed out after the deed, you swore that if you answer this, you’d die from the utter humiliation.

“Yes. I want to hear it.”

You risked a fleeting glance, and shit, maybe you shouldn’t have because you were seeing something in her eyes. She looked…concerned, more than anything else. It was perplexing. You were expecting her to look so pleased with herself. Her face didn’t show any of that.

You wanted to squirm away from her hold but it looked like you would get nowhere with how intense those eyes were looking at you.

Just then you were struck how gravely serious she was. With a deep sigh, you let yourself sink into her. You were thankful when she didn’t force you to look at her, instead she held you safely in her arms, still waiting for an answer.

There was a long stretch of silence: strong, intense, charged, it was awkward. Realizing that she was waiting, you eventually spoke.

“I wanted everything to last.” You started, “I didn’t want to stop kissing you or feeling you. And I thought that if I pushed myself I’d be able to treasure this much longer. I wanted to see traces of you on my body. I wanted to remember where you touched me, and kissed me. That you, at some point, owned me.” It was pathetic how easy you let your guard down. Maybe you’d regret this, maybe not. You just wanted to go to sleep now, for sure.

“I wanted to treasure you.” You found yourself admitting.

“I’ve never been with someone who made me feel at ease to be just myself. You made me feel confident of my scars and flaws. And I just…I ate that shit up—sorry, but that’s how it feels. And I—I’m not ready to let go just yet. I didn’t mean for this to happen, for me to feel this—whatever it is but you…you did things to me that—God, I should stop. I’m sorry.”

And now you were scaring the poor woman.

“There. I’ve said it. Can I sleep now?”

—

Larissa wasn’t expecting that. Of all the things that could be the answer this one didn’t slice through her mind. When you passed out seconds after she slipped her cock out, Larissa panicked. First thing she did was check your breathing, then your pulse, and your temperature. She nearly called 911. It was comical when merely seconds later, she heard unmistakable muffled snores.

The woman couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. It was a full belly laugh at first but then she toned it down seconds later. She found it absolutely hilarious she had tears in her eyes. She had never laughed this much. Nor stared at a person for the longest time and felt a sense of warmth wrapping around her heart.

Larissa didn’t want this night to end. It was a terrifying thought, really. But she couldn’t help herself if she wanted you, could she?

It hadn’t been weeks, hell, she knew you for four days and yet…and yet it only mattered so little to her.

“Y/n” she knew you were desperately trying to dodge her now.

“I swear to God I will kick you off the bed if you don’t look at me.” Now buried under the covers, you poked your head out, keeping the covers right under your chin as if shielding yourself from her.

She was met with a tearful gaze, “I ruined it, didn’t I?” You murmured.

Weems’ eyes softened, shifting in bed so now she was lying on her side, elbow propped, her hand supporting her head. “Come here.”

You questioningly looked at her,

“Just come here.” She said, her looks alone were beckoning you then patted the space next to her. It shouldn’t be hard, but at the moment, you were too overwhelmed with the sudden realization that you just had.

Gradually you found yourself moving closer. Larissa watched you patiently until you were within her reachclose, but still it wasn’t enough.

“Do I look upset?” She asked. It prompted you to look at her. You shook your head.

“No. But—.” She took the matter in her own hand – literally and figuratively – pulled you with one, strong arm until you were pressed to her. She didn’t let you go.

“There’s no but’s or what if’s.” Her tone left no room for doubt to bloom. You shut up, stunned and scared that she knew you were thinking about those but also, your heart seemed to calm down a bit if not entirely.

You felt her spoon you, hugging you so tight, her chin perched on your shoulder. She kissed your cheek. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

You held onto the arm across your waist, relieved.

“You didn’t ruin anything, love.”

—

The breakfast zizzled in the pan; it was eggs and bacon strips being cooked to perfection. The warm toasts were already sitting on the plate on the counter. You finished plating the waffles before you moved on to slice bananas and strawberries for the kids, Larissa watched you with fascinated eyes as if you were doing something so extraordinary.

“Strawberry?”

The woman was pulled from her thoughts when she noticed the fruit you were holding out in front of her. She took a careful bite. The juice dribbled down her chin then into her mouth. It was savoury and sweet. You took the other half into your mouth, chewing with glee.

You both went back to your own stations until breakfast was done and served.

Now, the girls were pretty much still half asleep, trying very hard to keep their heads up and munch on their fruits and waffles.

Larissa kept her eyes on you the whole time, only straying whenever you’d look over her direction, she didn’t want you to see how much she longed for you already.

By the time the girls were dropped off to school, Larissa manueved the family car back home in under five minutes.

She was very well aware of the time, as much as she hated checking, she still couldn’t help herself, she thought that ditching her wrist watch was a wise solution but still, her eyes kept wandering to her phone–that at some phone she chucked away to the backseat. Her flight was due at ten pm tonight. She wanted as much time as she had left to be spent with you.

—

“What?” You chuckled away, feeling her hands creeped up from under your shirt to your chest. Larissa kept her lips attached to the skin of your neck, nipping and sucking for a moment before she breathed out her thoughts, “Take off the shirt.”

“Fuck. Again?” You weren’t really complaining though, you were just surprised, it hadn’t been an hour after you showered to rinse the smell of sex off your body after she got home, and now she cornered you against the sink while you were washing the morning dishes.

“Again. Now.” she said with finality in her tone, her teeth scraping your skin deliciously so that you couldn’t help but whimper.

“And keep washing the plates.” she whispered to your ear as her hands pulled the shirt over your head, your shorts found the same fate as your shirt; thrown somewhere else in the kitchen.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe–your body was anticipating the way her soft hands were fondling over your chest. “Larissa,” your body was steaming hot, sweat starting to drip, and fuck, you were incredibly aroused from how she was manhandling your body. Your slick was positively dripping down your inner thighs.

“You feel so fucking good.” her words went straight down to your cunt, the fluttery and achy feeling made you pressed your thighs as firm as possible.

She clicked her tongue, “Spread wide, sweetheart.”

Two of her fingers slipped with ease drawing a relieved moan as she kept you filled. She hummed, pressed her front further to your back, her face pressed on the back of your head, inhaling your scent.

She started to drag it, staring low and steady, her other hand still keeping a firm grasp on one of your breasts.

“If you want it faster all you have to do is beg.” even her voice sounded entirely delectable to you that you just moaned in response, your hips starting to rock against her fingers, matching the pace and creating a rhythm. But after some time, you wanted more and she was teasing.

“Harder. I need you to fuck me harder please.”

“Louder, dear.”

“Fuck me harder, please! Please, Larissa, I need you—”

She groaned as she slammed the length of her fingers back into you, this time filling you with another.

Your head hung low as your hips bucked to her front, giving her a better angle as she took you from behind. You didn’t know how much longer you could support yourself, your arms were already numb as they held your upper body weight on the counter top but she wasn’t showing any signs of stopping anytime sooner. She was set to destroy you and you couldn’t be more pleased with the thought.

The dishes were then again abandoned, she flipped you around, taking one nipple into her mouth before devouring your lips, her fingers still fucking you until you couldn’t process anymore to the point where you were certain that she fucked your brains out.

“Fuck, baby–” you breathed, head falling to her shoulder, “I’m coming”

and come to her fingers you did.

—

Larissa stroked your back as you nurse yourself with a glass of cold water that she fetched for you. You were perched on the counter where she lifted you up after almost losing your balance, her tall frame wedge in between your thighs. The woman herself looked unbelievably poised like she hardly broke a sweat at all while you sat there like a drenched rat on a rainy day.

“Feeling better?”

You set the glass down beside you, then you pulled her closer with your arms around her neck, your forehead resting against her own, “Mhmm, yes. Thank you.”

The both of you stayed entangled for the next few minutes, breathing in sync and just holding each other for dear life. Whatever was ahead, it was best left unspoken.

*unedited* *evil laugh*

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #larissa x reader #gwendoline christie imagines #larissa weems imagine #principal larissa weems #gwendoline christie #larissa weems smut #wednesday netflix #my brain was fucking rotting #i had to do something about it #and tadaa an update after some fucking months

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