Hello guys it has been a long time and I just wanted to give an update. My semester has been a lot but I promise I will have some things to post in August. I’ve been slowly writing while doing my classes. My semester is coming to an end so I’ll be able to post a lot more!
For anybody Interested, my new semester has started back up and I’m a little swamped with classes. I see your guys requests and I promise I’m slowly getting to them! I still want to write, I just haven’t had the time!
would you ever do a g!p reader worshipping larissa because she is self conscious about her age/how her body looks and how she thinks the reader can do better than her and how she doesn’t deserve them with a happy ending of course!
Worship
Larissa Weems x G!p reader
The low light from the bedroom lamp cast everything in a warm, amber glow, but Larissa was looking anywhere but at Y/n. She sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn together, wearing a simple, soft cotton nightshirt that hung loose over her frame. Her gaze was fixed on the floor, on a worn patch of the rug, as if it held all the answers.
Y/n stood by the dresser, her form shimmering for a moment, a subtle ripple of energy passing through her body. She stepped forward, the new weight between her legs a familiar yet always thrilling sensation. She didn’t rush. She simply knelt on the rug before Larissa, placing herself lower, placing herself in a position of praise.
Larissa’s eyes flickered up, then away again. “You shouldn’t” she whispered, her voice thin. “Look at me.”
“I am looking” Y/n said, her voice a low, steady anchor. “I’m looking at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
A bitter, soft laugh escaped Larissa. “Beautiful? My skin… it’s not like yours. I have wrinkles. My skin sags in places.” She tugged at the hem of her nightshirt. “My body… it’s older. It’s lived. You… you can be anything. Anyone. Perfect. Young. You could have someone… someone flawless. Someone better.”
Y/n reached out, her hand slow, and touched Larissa’s bare ankle. The skin was warm, smooth. Larissa’s whole body tensed. A shaky pornographic moan slipped from her lips.
It wasn’t from pain. It was from the sheer, overwhelming sensitivity of that simple touch, from the love radiating from Y/n’s fingers.
“That sound” Y/n murmured, her fingers tracing up Larissa’s calf, over the curve of her knee. “That’s the sound of my goddess. That’s the sound of perfection.”
“Stop…” Larissa gasped, but her leg didn’t pull away. It trembled. “You’re lying… you’re just saying things.”
“I’m being true.” Y/n leaned forward, her face close to Larissa’s thigh. She nuzzled the fabric of the nightshirt, her breath hot through the cotton. “This body carried you through life. These lines are stories. This softness is comfort. It’s you. And you are everything I want. Everything I need.”
Her hand slid higher, under the loose hem, finding the warm skin of Larissa’s inner thigh. Larissa’s head fell back, a louder moan tearing from her throat.
“Every part of you” Y/n whispered, her lips now brushing the fabric just above Larissa’s knee. “Every scar, every curve, every whisper of time… I worship it. I devour it.”
She lifted her head, her eyes locking with Larissa’s. There was no pity there. Only raw, possessive adoration. “You think I can do better? There is nothing better. You are my universe. You’re all I think about. You’re all I want. And tonight, I’m going to show you exactly how much I want you, how much I think about you.”
With that, Y/n’s hands gripped Larissa’s hips and pulled her forward, off the edge of the bed, until she was sitting fully on Y/n’s lap on the rug. Larissa’s nightshirt rucked up around her waist, exposing the pale, soft skin of her stomach and the tops of her thighs. Y/n’s new cock, thick and heavy and already hard, pressed against Larissa’s clothed ass, a firm, undeniable presence.
Larissa’s hands flew to Y/n’s shoulders, gripping tight. “It’s… it’s so big… I can feel it…”
“You’ll feel more” Y/n promised, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She leaned in, her lips finding Larissa’s. The kiss started tender, a slow press of warmth, a sharing of breath. Larissa’s lips were hesitant at first, but Y/n’s persistence was gentle, insistent. She nibbled at Larissa’s lower lip, a gentle bite that sent a shiver down Larissa’s spine.
“Mmmmh…” Larissa moaned into the kiss, her resistance melting like sugar in heat.
Y/n deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into Larissa’s mouth, exploring, claiming. Larissa’s tongue met hers, tangling, sliding, a wet, desperate dance. Their mouths moved with increasing urgency, lips sucking, teeth grazing softly, breaths mingling into hot, shared gasps. Larissa’s fingers tightened on Y/n’s shoulders, then one hand slid up to cup her jaw, holding her close as if afraid she’d vanish.
Y/n broke the kiss only to trail her mouth down Larissa’s jaw, to her neck. She licked a slow path along Larissa’s collarbone, feeling the pulse hammering underneath. “I need you…” Larissa breathed out, her head lolling back, giving Y/n more access.
“I know” Y/n whispered against her skin, her hands now working at the buttons of Larissa’s nightshirt. She opened them slowly, one by one, exposing Larissa’s chest. Larissa’s breasts were full, beautiful, the skin there just as she described. Lived in, with a gentle softness that Y/n adored. Her nipples were dark, pert, already hardening in the cool air of the room.
Y/n didn’t just look. She bowed her head and took one nipple into her mouth, suckling gently, then with more firmness. Her tongue circled the stiff peak, flicking it, drawing it deeper.
“Ahhh… oh yes…” Larissa cried out, her back arching, pushing her breast more firmly into Y/n’s mouth.
Y/n worshipped that breast with her mouth, then moved to the other, giving it the same devoted attention. Her hands slid Larissa’s nightshirt off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist, trapping her arms loosely. Larissa was now bare from the waist up, sitting in Y/n’s lap, her skin glowing in the lamplight.
“So pretty” Y/n murmured, her gaze drinking in the sight. Her hands came up to cradle Larissa’s breasts, weighing them, feeling their perfect weight. “My perfect, perfect girl.”
Larissa’s eyes were wet, but she was looking at Y/n now, really looking. The doubt was still there, but it was being drowned out by the sheer physical sensation, by the torrent of praise. “Your cock…” she whispered, her hand dropping from Y/n’s jaw to tentatively touch the hard length pressing against her back. “It’s…”
“It’s for you” Y/n said, shifting Larissa in her lap. Larissa’s naked breasts pressed against Y/n’s clothed chest. The thick cock now stood upright between them, a hot, rigid column against Larissa’s stomach.
Larissa stared down at it, her eyes wide. It was a beautiful cock, thick at the base and tapering to a smooth, flushed head, already glistening with a drop of pre cum. The sheer size made her stomach clench with a mix of fear and desperate want.
Y/n’s hands went to Larissa’s hips, guiding her. “I want you to feel it” she whispered. “Just feel it against you.”
She shifted Larissa forward, rubbing the cock against Larissa’s stomach, then lower, against the cotton of her panties that were still in place, dampening already with Larissa’s arousal. The friction, the heat, the undeniable presence of it made Larissa’s whole body convulse with a sharp, gasping moan.
“It’s yours” Y/n repeated, her voice thick with desire. Her fingers hooked into the sides of Larissa’s plain, white cotton panties. She didn’t remove them. She simply pulled them down, just below Larissa’s ass, exposing her completely while the panties remained tangled around her thighs. The position was lewd, vulnerable, and utterly exposing.
Larissa’s cunt was now bare, presented to the air and to Y/n’s hungry gaze. It was beautiful. The lips were a deep, rosy color, full and soft, glistening with her own wetness. She was clean shaven, the skin smooth and dark, the inner folds peeking out, swollen and eager.
“God, you’re gorgeous” Y/n breathed out, her thumb coming up to gently part Larissa’s lower lips, exposing the slick, pink inner flesh. Larissa jerked at the touch, a high, keening sound leaving her.
Y/n didn’t push inside. She just rubbed her thumb over Larissa’s clit, which was already hard and peeking out from its hood. The touch was electric. Larissa’s thighs clamped around Y/n’s hips, her body bowing forward.
“Please… just… fuck me…” she begged, the words torn from her throat.
“I will. Patience” Y/n promised.
She leaned forward, trailing kisses down her body. Her mouth replacing her thumb. She didn’t just kiss Larissa’s cunt, she consumed it. Her lips sealed over the entire area, sucking gently. Her tongue plunged deep, licking up the wetness, tracing the inner folds, then zeroing in on Larissa’s clit with firm, circling pressure.
Larissa screamed. Her hands flew to Y/n’s hair, gripping, pulling, not to hurt but to anchor herself as her body was rocked by the sensation. “Yes yes- more!” she sobbed, her hips rolling forward, grinding her cunt against Y/n’s face.
Y/n’s tongue worked faster, firmer, fucking into Larissa’s entrance with shallow thrusts before returning to torture her clit. She could feel Larissa’s body tightening, her inner muscles starting to flutter. She was close, so close, but Y/n pulled back, leaving Larissa gasping on the edge.
“No… please, I need– mmph–more!” Larissa cried, her body shaking.
“You’ll get more” Y/n said, her voice rough with her own need. She lifted Larissa’s hips, positioning her. The head of her cock nudged against Larissa’s soaked entrance. Y/n’s hands intertwined with Larissa’s, fingers lacing tight, a physical and emotional chain. “Look at me” she commanded softly.
Larissa looked down, her eyes drowning in Y/n’s.
“I love every part of you” Y/n whispered, and then she pushed forward.
The penetration was slow, sensual, and exquisitely detailed. Y/n guided herself in with one hand on her own cock, the other still entwined with Larissa’s. The thick head parted Larissa’s slick lips, stretching them wide. It pressed inward, encountering the tight, welcoming ring of her entrance. Y/n pushed, just a little, feeling Larissa’s body resist, then yield, opening for her in a hot, wet embrace.
Larissa’s moan was a long, drawn out sigh of pure relief. “So deep…”
Y/n pushed further, inch by inch, feeling every ridge and contour of Larissa’s inner walls hug her cock. It was a tight, incredible fit. Larissa’s cunt was snug and velvety, gripping her like a fist. When Y/n was fully seated, buried to the root, they both paused, panting, feeling the complete, overwhelming connection.
Larissa’s head dropped forward onto Y/n’s shoulder. “You’re so… fuck! You’re big… you’re splitting me open…”
“I’m filling you” Y/n corrected, her voice a husky whisper in Larissa’s ear. “I’m making you whole.” She began to move.
The thrusts started slow, a gentle rocking that dragged her cock almost all the way out before sliding back in, deep and sure. Each movement was a deliberate worship of Larissa’s body. Y/n’s hands stayed intertwined with Larissa’s, their locked fingers a testament to the union. Larissa’s moans became a continuous, pornographic soundtrack.
Y/n increased the pace, her hips driving forward with more insistence, still careful, still attentive. The angle was perfect, her cock rubbing against Larissa’s front wall, stimulating that deep, internal spot that made Larissa’s eyes lose focus. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their fucking, of skin slapping against skin, of Larissa’s desperate, praising cries.
“Baby please, I need you. Yes yes- more! So deep… Fuck– ahh! I– more, more!”
Y/n complied, fucking her harder, faster, the pace becoming relentless but never brutal. She was pouring all her love, all her devotion, into this physical act. Larissa’s body was responding wildly. Her inner muscles clamped around Y/n’s cock in rhythmic pulses, her cunt dripping more wetness, making the slide even smoother, even more decadent.
Y/n could feel her own orgasm building, a tight, gathering heat at the base of her spine, but she held it back. She focused on Larissa. She shifted her angle slightly, grinding deeper on each inward thrust, ensuring her cockhead mashed against Larissa’s most sensitive spots.
Larissa’s body went rigid. Her moans cut off, replaced by a sharp, choked gasp. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Then the orgasm hit her.
It wasn’t a single peak. It was a tsunami. Her cunt clenched around Y/n’s cock in a series of violent, involuntary contractions, each one rippling through her entire body. Her back arched wildly, her breasts bouncing with the force. A clear fluid gushed from her, a slick, copious ejaculation that soaked Y/n’s cock and dripped down onto the rug. Larissa’s thighs shook, her toes curled, her hands gripped Y/n’s fingers so tight it hurt. The orgasm visibly spread through her, a wave of pleasure so powerful her vision blurred. She made sounds that weren’t words, just raw, animalistic cries of release.
Y/n kept fucking her through it, her thrusts becoming slower, deeper, milking every last shudder from Larissa’s body. She whispered into her ear, “That’s my girl… let it all out… give me everything…”
As the first orgasm subsided, leaving Larissa panting and dazed, Y/n didn’t stop. She didn’t pull out. She kept moving, a gentle, persistent rocking that immediately began building Larissa back up towards another peak. Larissa was oversensitive, her nerves screaming, but the pleasure was already coiling again, tight and urgent.
“Oh God… I can’t… again…” Larissa whimpered, but her hips were moving, matching Y/n’s rhythm, chasing it.
“You can” Y/n murmured, her lips on Larissa’s neck, biting gently, leaving soft marks. “You’ll give me as many as I want. You’re my princess, and your pleasure is mine to command.”
She thrust harder, faster again, the pace building back to a fierce rhythm. Larissa’s second orgasm came quicker, another intense, shuddering climax that made her sob Y/n’s name, her body convulsing in Y/n’s lap. Y/n felt her own control fraying. The pressure in her balls was immense, demanding release.
With Larissa still clenching around her from her second peak, Y/n drove in deep and let go.
Her orgasm was a flood. Cum erupted from her cock in a torrent, filling Larissa’s already dripping cunt. It wasn’t a single spurt, it was a seemingly endless flow, hot and thick, pumping into Larissa’s depths, mixing with her own fluids. Y/n groaned, her body locking tight, her fingers squeezing Larissa’s hands as she emptied herself completely inside her lover.
The sensation of being filled, overfilled, with that excessive, hot cum pushed Larissa into a third, softer but still intense orgasm, a series of weak, blissful contractions that milked Y/n’s cock for every last drop.
They stayed like that, joined, Y/n’s cock still buried deep, pulsing softly inside Larissa’s cum filled cunt. Larissa was limp, her head on Y/n’s shoulder, her body trembling with aftershocks. Y/n nuzzled her hair, whispering “You’re so beautiful Rissa. You don’t ever have to doubt that. I love you.”
HEAR ME OUT!!!! after promised my daughter we'd talk about to getting her a baby sister, larissa and reader start the actual baby making
g!p rissa and also u can put ur favorite kink!!! do whatever makes you happy!! tysm hope you have a beautiful day and ilysm 🫶🏻
Adding to the Family
G!p Larissa x Reader
A/n: Hiii I haven’t written anything in a while and I apologize. I haven’t had any motivation. I’m trying to get back in it so the next couple posts will probably not be as good and I’m so sorry 😭. Just bear with me guys!
The late afternoon sun painted the walls of our daughter’s room a soft gold, a quiet moment after the storm of a toddler’s tantrum. Larissa leaned against the doorway, watching you settle Mia into her bed, the little girl’s pleas for a baby sister finally fading into sleepy murmurs.
“She’s relentless” Larissa said, her voice a low hum that vibrated through the quiet room.
You turned, meeting her gaze. “We promised we’d talk.”
“We did.” Larissa stepped closer, the space between you shrinking from feet to inches. Her fingers brushed your arm, a simple touch. A shudder rolled through you, unbidden, a soft moan escaping your lips before you could catch it. Larissa’s eyes darkened, her smile turning predatory. “See? Even the promise gets you going.”
Your skin felt electric under her palm. “It’s not the promise and you know that” you whispered, leaning into her. “It’s you. It’s always you.”
Her lips found yours then, not a question but an answer. The kiss started slow, a tender exploration of familiar territory. Then her tongue slid against yours, and the world tilted. Your hands gripped the fabric of her simple cotton t-shirt, pulling her flush against you. The kiss deepened, turning hungry, wet. You could feel the change in her already, the subtle shift of energy, the gathering focus. Larissa was thinking about it. About making another.
She broke the kiss, her breath warm against your cheek. “Let’s talk in our room.”
You followed, the walk down the hall feeling too long. Your bedroom was cool, shadows gathering in the corners. Larissa closed the door and turned to you. There was no preamble, no more discussion needed. Her body began to shift. It wasn’t a violent transformation, but a fluid reconfiguration. You watched, your heart pounding, as the familiar contours of her hips subtly altered, her stance widening. The fabric of her form fitting jeans strained, then tented, outlining a new, formidable presence.
She unbuttoned her jeans, letting them fall open. Her cock sprang free, already fully formed, thick and heavy. It wasn’t a pale imitation. It was a living part of her, flushed a deep, vibrant red, the veins prominent along its length. The head was swollen, a smooth, damp crown. It curved slightly upward, a wicked promise. A bead of clear fluid gathered at the tip.
“Fuck” you breathed, the word a reverent curse. You reached for it, your fingers tracing the hot, solid flesh. It pulsed under your touch.
Larissa’s hands went to your clothes. Your t-shirt was pulled over your head, your bra unsnapped and discarded. Her mouth descended on one of your breasts, her lips sealing around your nipple while her tongue flicked and pressed. You arched, a choked cry tearing from your throat. Her teeth grazed the sensitive peak, a gentle, teasing bite that made your whole body clench with need.
“You want this” she murmured against your skin, her voice rough. “I want you so full of me baby. You’re going to look so beautiful carrying our child again.”
“Yes” you gasped, your hands fumbling with your own pants, pushing them down along with your panties. They pooled around your ankles, a discarded barrier.
Larissa guided you back onto the bed, the sheets cool against your bare skin. She knelt between your legs, her gaze raking over you. Your cunt was already glistening, your lips parted and slick. The scent of your own arousal, thick and fertile, filled the space between you.
“Look at you” she whispered, her fingers spreading you open. “So fucking ready. So wet for me. Your body is begging for it.”
She leaned down, not to kiss you, but to taste you. Her tongue delved into your slit, a long, slow stroke from your entrance to your clit. You jerked, your hips lifting off the bed. She didn’t stop. Her tongue worked you, firm and insistent, curling inside you, flicking against your swollen clit, painting your folds with her saliva. Every pass made you moan, louder and more desperate, the sounds torn from somewhere deep in your gut.
When she rose up, her face was wet with you. Her cock hovered at your entrance, the broad head nudging against your sensitive opening. She didn’t push in. She just held it there, letting you feel the heat, the pressure, the imminent possession.
“Tell me” she commanded, her eyes locked on yours.
“Fuck me” you begged, your voice breaking. “Fill me up. Breed me, Larissa. Please.”
She smiled, a feral, loving thing. Then she pushed forward.
The penetration was slow, agonizingly deliberate. The head of her cock stretched you, a breathtaking invasion. You felt every millimeter as she sank into you, your inner muscles clutching around the invading thickness. She kept going, deeper, until her hips met yours, until she was buried completely inside your cunt. You were stretched, filled, claimed. A ragged moan poured out of you, your head thrashing back against the pillow.
She began to move.
Her thrusts started slow, a deep, grinding rhythm that made your toes curl. Each withdrawal was a sweet agony, each return a breathtaking relief. The angle was perfect. The curve of her cock rubbed against your front wall, pressing into that secret, swollen spot deep inside you. Your clit throbbed, neglected but screaming for attention.
“You feel so fucking good” Larissa groaned, her voice strained. She leaned over you, bracing herself on her elbows, her face inches from yours. “My cunt. My perfect, hungry cunt.”
She kissed you again, a messy, open mouthed kiss as she fucked you. Her pace increased, the slow grind turning into firm, driving thrusts. The bed began to creak softly beneath you. Your moans matched her rhythm, each inward stroke punctuated by a sharp, vocal gasp.
Your hands scrabbled at her shoulders, then her back, nails digging into her skin. You were close, a tight, hot coil winding in your core. Larissa sensed it. She shifted, pulling almost all the way out, then driving back in with a force that rocked your entire body.
“Cum for me” she whispered, her breath hot in your ear. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel you fucking milk it.”
The command, the possession in her tone, snapped the coil.
Your cunt convulsed around her, a series of violent, rhythmic clenches that gripped her cock like a vise. A flood of sensation crashed through you. Your back arched off the bed, your thighs trembled, a gush of fluid erupted from deep inside you, soaking her shaft and the sheets beneath. The contractions kept coming, wave after wave, each one dragging a raw, screaming moan from your lungs. Your vision blurred, your body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure, pure and obliterating, owned you completely.
Larissa didn’t stop. She kept fucking you through it, her thrusts becoming shorter, harder, as your spasming cunt tried to pull her deeper. You felt her cock swell further inside you, a telltale thickening.
“I’m gonna fill you” she growled, her hips slamming into yours with a final, brutal thrust. She buried herself to the root and held there.
Her orgasm was a flood. You felt the first hot jet deep inside your womb, a scalding burst. Then another. And another. It wasn’t a trickle, it was a geyser. Her cum poured into you, a seemingly endless torrent of thick, hot liquid. It flooded your depths, overfilling you, painting your insides. You felt it pooling, spreading, a profound, claiming warmth. She groaned, a long, shuddering sound of release, her body trembling against yours as she emptied herself completely inside your still clenching cunt.
She stayed there, pinned deep, as the last pulses faded. Your bodies were joined, a mess of sweat and cum and overwhelming intimacy. Her weight pressed you into the mattress, her cock still lodged within you, a solid, spent reminder of what she’d done.
“Fuck” Larissa whispered, her lips against your neck.
Every now and then she would slightly roll her hips, making you whimper.
She kissed your neck moving to pull out, before your legs locked around her.
“Rissa… just stay for right now” you whispered. She just kissed your jaw. A silent promise that she would stay right there.
Hi! Hello! I was wondering if you could do a request! Basically Larissa and Reader have been married for some time and Larissa is beginning to have baby fever, and she talks with Reader but, Reader tells Larissa to wait a year, and at first Larissa waited… until Larissa had a dream about fucking reader and breeding her completely, and that morning Larissa had morning wood, and after that Larissa began to try to give Reader baby fever with hidden different things(like baby videos, magazines, baby furniture magazines with baby clothes etc.) and finally while, Larissa was one day roughly and being primal giving back-shots on reader at her sound proof office, Reader squeals at Larissa to breed her, and Larissa love-stuck and delighted, full on breeds Reader like 3 times in the office… bonus a little part where Reader is round bellied and Larissa is smug and proud following her around…
Please make G!p! Larissa, heavy breeding kink and sub reader, and Heavy Creampie’s, like heavy that Larissa adores to see her Wife with have a subtle bulge on the womb part(lower abdomen), and Larissa adores to see her seed leaking heavy from Reader, like almost bursting…
Thank you!
Baby Fever
G!p Larissa x reader
A/n: I’m slowly getting the requests done
“Breed me!” Y/N screamed, her voice ragged, desperate, breaking through the rhythm of slapping flesh and wood.
Larissa froze, her hips stuttering mid thrust, her cock buried deep inside her wife’s slick, clutching cunt. The words hung in the air, thick and shocking, more potent than any orgasm. She leaned forward, pressing her sweat slicked chest against Y/N’s trembling back, her lips finding the hot skin of Y/N’s shoulder. “Say it again” Larissa whispered, her voice a low, hungry rasp.
“Breed me, Larissa. Fill me up. I want it. I want your fucking cum inside me” Y/N panted, twisting her head to try and meet Larissa’s eyes. Her face was flushed, tear streaked, lips parted in a gasp. “Please.”
A wave of possessive, triumphant love surged through Larissa, so intense it made her own cock twitch and swell within Y/N’s tightness. This was it. The moment. All the subtle hints, the pointed magazines, the baby clothes, videos, they had woven this need into Y/N’s subconscious until it burst forth raw and real. Larissa’s mind flashed back to the start of it all, to the dream that had ignited this relentless campaign.
***
A stupid dream, vivid and visceral.
Larissa had dreamed of fucking Y/N on this very desk. Y/N bent over, Larissa’s thick cock pistoning into her, the sound wet and obscene. In the dream, Larissa had watched her own cum, thick and pearly white, flood Y/N’s pussy until it overflowed, leaking down her thighs in sticky streams. She dreamed of a subtle, beautiful swell low on Y/N’s belly, a tiny curve that promised their future. The dream ended with Larissa’s lips against Y/N’s ear, whispering, “You’re so full of me. It’s perfect.”
She woke up hard. Her cock was a stiff, aching weight against her stomach, the sheets damp with her own pre cum. The need was physical, a throbbing imperative in her veins. Y/N slept beside her, peaceful, her back turned. Larissa had waited months after their conversation, after Y/N’s gentle “Let’s wait another year, love.” But that morning, the waiting felt like a cage.
So Larissa started her campaign.
It was subtle. While grocery shopping, she’d linger by the infant aisle. “Look at these tiny socks” she’d murmur, holding up a pair littered with cartoon ducks. “So fucking cute.” She’d leave a parenting magazine, opened to an article about nursery designs, on Y/N’s bedside table. She’d queue up videos of laughing babies on her tablet and play them while Y/N cooked dinner, the joyful squeals a constant soundtrack. She never pushed, never demanded. She just… pointed. Let the imagery seep in. Let the idea of a family, of her seed taking root inside Y/N, become a constant, tantalizing ghost in their home.
And Y/N responded. Not with words, but with a slow burning heat. Her kisses became longer, hungrier. She’d press herself against Larissa in the kitchen, her hips rocking subtly. She started wearing Larissa’s favorite lingerie. The black lace set that framed her cunt so perfectly. The resistance was melting.
Then came this afternoon.
Y/N had come into Larissa’s office, a homey space with a large, sturdy desk. Larissa was working, but her eyes tracked Y/N’s every move. Y/N wore a simple sundress, the thin cotton hugging her curves. She leaned over the desk to hand Larissa a cup of coffee, and the dress rode up, revealing the soft swell of her ass, the shadow between her thighs.
Larissa barely even saw anything, but her control snapped.
She stood up, her chair scraping back. Her hands went to Y/N’s hips, turning her, guiding her. “Over the desk” Larissa commanded, her voice dropping to a growl. Y/N’s eyes widened, but a spark of raw excitement ignited within them. She obeyed, bending forward, her palms flat on the polished wood, her ass presented, the dress pooling around her waist.
Larissa didn’t bother with underwear. She yanked Y/N’s panties down, just below her ass cheeks, a strip of white cotton now stretched taut between her thighs. Larissa’s own pants were pushed down, her cock springing free, already leaking, the tip glistening. She positioned herself, one hand spreading Y/N’s cunt lips, the other guiding her cock to the entrance.
The first thrust was brutal, a single, deep conquest that buried Larissa to the root. Y/N cried out, a sharp, surprised sound that morphed into a long, trembling moan. Larissa held there, savoring the incredible heat, the wet, velvety clasp around her shaft. Then she began to move.
***
Now, here, Y/N’s plea hung in the air.
Larissa didn’t need to hear it again. The permission, the desire, was a key turning in a lock deep inside her. All the restrained longing, the patient plotting, exploded into pure, focused action.
She pulled her cock almost all the way out, watching Y/N’s slick folds cling to her shaft, then drove back in with a force that made the desk shudder. “You’re gonna get it” Larissa snarled, her hips setting a punishing, rapid pace. “Every fucking drop.”
Y/N’s moans lost all coherence. They became a continuous, over the top stream of sound. High, desperate whines mixed with guttural, pleasured cries. Her body bucked against each thrust, her ass slapping back into Larissa’s pelvis. Larissa’s hands gripped Y/N’s hips hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, anchoring her. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin, the creak of the desk, and Y/N’s vocal surrender.
Larissa leaned down, her mouth finding Y/N’s ear again. Her lips brushed the shell, then her teeth found the tender lobe. She bit, not hard, but a gentle biting, a playful, possessive nip that sent a jolt through Y/N’s body. Y/N shuddered, her moan climbing another octave. “You feel so fucking ready for me” Larissa whispered, a whispered confession of her own obsession. “Your cunt is so wet, so open. It’s fucking begging for my seed.”
“It is” Y/N gasped, her head rolling side to side on the desk. “It’s begging. Please, Larissa, fill me. Breed me.”
Larissa’s thrusts became deeper, slower, but more insistent. She was aiming now, each drive seeking a specific, tender spot deep within Y/N. She watched Y/N’s back arch, her spine curving into a beautiful, tense bow. Larissa could feel the changes inside her wife the internal muscles beginning to flutter, the slickness increasing to a gushing flood. Y/N was climbing, fast.
“Look at me” Larissa commanded, her voice rough.
Y/N twisted her neck, straining to meet Larissa’s gaze. Their eyes locked. Y/N’s wide, dark, and pleading. Larissa’s fierce, loving, and intent. Larissa kept pounding into her, maintaining that visual tether as Y/N’s body began to convulse.
The orgasm hit Y/N like a tidal wave. It wasn’t a single peak. It was a rolling, overwhelming series of peaks. A orgasm that made her inner muscles clamp down on Larissa’s cock in rapid, brutal pulses. Larissa felt each contraction, a milking, rhythmic squeeze that threatened to pull her own climax from her. Y/N’s mouth opened in a silent scream, then a ragged, sobbing cry tore out. Her body shook, her legs trembling, her fingers scrambling against the wood of the desk. Fluid, a clear slick rush gushed out around Larissa’s cock, soaking her thighs and the desk below. A sign of total, overwhelming release.
Larissa didn’t stop. She kept fucking her, through the contractions, through the aftershocks. Y/N’s moans became weak, blissful hums, her body lax and receptive. “Good girl” Larissa murmured. “Take it. Take all of it.”
Larissa’s own climax was a building tsunami. She felt her balls draw up tight, a heavy, aching pressure. The need to empty herself into Y/N’s womb was an animal imperative. She slowed her thrusts, now just shallow, grinding rocks, keeping her cock as deep as possible. Her fingers tightened on Y/N’s hips.
Y/N whimpered, a sound of pure anticipation. “Do it. Fill me up.”
Larissa’s body tensed. A sharp, electric pulse shot up her spine. Then the release.
The first surge of cum was immense. It wasn’t a spurt, it was a gush. Larissa felt her cock convulse, and a hot, thick torrent erupted deep into Y/N’s cunt. Y/N gasped, her body arching again as the sudden, warm flood hit her deepest parts. Larissa groaned, long and low, as the pleasure ripped through her. She kept pulsing, kept emptying. The cum kept coming, an excessive volume that felt endless. She fucked her through it, pushing each new wave deeper.
When the first climax subsided, Larissa was still hard, still buried inside Y/N’s cum filled cunt. She could feel the wet warmth around her shaft, the incredible slickness. She pulled out slightly, watching a thick, white stream of her cum leak from Y/N’s stretched entrance and dribble down her thigh. The sight was utterly intoxicating.
“Again” Larissa whispered, her voice hoarse with need. She pushed back in, the mixture of her cum and Y/N’s fluids making the penetration obscenely smooth.
Y/N was in a state of orgasm overload. Her senses were flooded, her body pliant. She simply moaned, a soft, welcoming sound.
Larissa fucked her with renewed vigor, chasing her second release. This one came quicker, spurred by the sight of her own cum leaking from her wife, by the feeling of Y/N’s cum slicked walls around her. The second orgasm was another massive eruption, adding to the pool already inside Y/N. Larissa felt a subtle distension, a slight pressure change in Y/N’s belly against her own. She was filling her up, stretching her inner space with her seed.
Y/N’s breathing was shallow, her eyes closed, a smile of utterly debauched satisfaction on her lips.
Larissa pulled out once more, just to see. Her cum overflowed from Y/N’s pussy in a thick, continuous drip, pooling on the desk beneath them. Larissa’s cock, slick and glistening with their mixed fluids, twitched in the air. She was still not done. The breeding urge, was a fire in her blood.
She pushed back in, a third time. This final fuck was slower, more sensual. She kissed Y/N’s back, licked the sweat from her spine, whispered how beautiful she was, how perfect she looked full of Larissa’s cum. Y/N responded with soft, murmured words of love, of need
Larissa’s third orgasm was a deep, satisfying completion. It wasn’t as voluminous as the first two, but it was a final, claiming seal. She emptied the last of her seed into Y/N, grinding deep as she did, ensuring it went as far as it could.
Finally, she stopped, resting her weight against Y/N, both of them panting, slick, utterly joined. Larissa’s cock remained inside, softening slowly in the heat of Y/N’s cum filled cunt. She wrapped her arms around Y/N’s waist, holding her close.
“Look at you” Larissa whispered, her lips against Y/N’s ear. “So fucking full of me. My cum is in your womb now. It’s gonna find its way. You’re gonna swell with our baby.”
Y/N turned her head, their lips meeting in a slow, sensual kiss. It was deep, tired, and infinitely loving. “I want it” she whispered back. “I want to see my belly grow with your child.”
They stayed like that for long minutes, Larissa occasionally flexing her hips gently, feeling the slosh of her seed inside Y/N, watching more of it seep out in a lazy, thick trickle.
Eventually, Larissa pulled out, her cock leaving Y/N’s stretched, dripping entrance with a soft, wet pop. Y/N straightened slowly, her legs shaky. Larissa helped her turn, sitting her on the edge of the desk. Larissa knelt before her, her eyes fixed on Y/N’s cunt.
It was a breathtaking sight. Y/N’s lips were parted, glistening, swollen. Larissa’s cum still leaked from her in a steady, creamy flow. There was a subtle, beautiful bulge low on Y/N’s abdomen, a soft rounding that spoke of the immense volume inside her. Larissa reached out, her fingers gently tracing the curve. “See?” she murmured. “You’re already carrying me inside you.”
Y/N looked down, her own hand coming to rest over Larissa’s. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face.
***
Weeks later, Y/N was visibly showing. A small, undeniable curve had settled above her pelvis, a gentle swell that pushed against the fabric of her clothes. Larissa followed her around their home, a constant, smug, possessive shadow. Her eyes drank in the sight Y/N’s hand unconsciously resting on her belly, the way her skirts now fit a little tighter over that new curve.
can i request for jealous sub!larissa handcuffs reader and fucked her untill she cant think straight?
g!preader and mind break kinks you also can add more if you want! thank you so much i really adore you love you smm💋💋
Mindless
Larissa Weems x g!p reader.
“You’re mine. Every inch of you. And you’re not going anywhere until I’ve fucked every other thought right out of your pretty head.”
Larissa’s voice was a low, possessive purr, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered the words. The cold metal of the handcuff snapped shut around my right wrist, the chain rattling as she pulled my arm taut against the headboard. I was too stunned, too turned on, to fight back. My other wrist followed, secured with a click that echoed in the quiet bedroom. I was spread eagled on our bed, completely vulnerable.
It started with jealousy. A stupid, meaningless thing. An old friend from college, another woman, had texted me a photo of us at a reunion, laughing with our arms around each other’s shoulders. Larissa had seen it over my shoulder. Her smile didn’t fade, but her eyes did. They went flat and dark, a silent storm gathering.
“She’s just a friend. We barely even talk” I’d said, my voice too casual.
“I know” Larissa had replied, her tone sweet. Too sweet. She’d kissed my neck, her hands sliding down my chest. “I trust you.” But her teeth grazed my skin, not quite a bite, a promise of one. The rest of the evening was a slow, simmering tension. She was extra attentive, bringing me wine, curling into my side on the couch, but her touches felt… proprietary. Like she was re marking her territory.
Now, here I was. My cock, already hard and straining against my jeans, twitched as she stood back to admire her work. She was still mostly dressed, which was its own kind of torture. A simple black sundress, the thin straps highlighting her collarbones. It was bunched up around her hips now, and I could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair through the sheer lace of her black panties. They were damp, a dark patch blooming at the center.
“Larissa” I breathed, testing the cuffs. They held firm.
“Shhh” she cooed, crawling onto the bed to straddle my thighs. The heat of her cunt seeped through my jeans, through her panties, onto my skin. “You looked at her. You smiled for her. That’s my smile.” She leaned down, her breasts pressing against my chest through the soft cotton of my t-shirt. Her lips found mine in a kiss that started tender, a soft press, a silent question. Then her tongue swept into my mouth, and the tenderness burned away into something urgent and claiming. I moaned into her, my hips bucking up, seeking friction.
She broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. “You’re going to forget her name. You’re going to forget your own.” Her hands went to the hem of my shirt, and with a sharp, sudden tear, she ripped it open, buttons pinging against the wall. The cool air hit my skin, followed immediately by the wet heat of her mouth on my nipple. She laved it with her tongue, then sucked it deep, her teeth giving a gentle, playful nip that made my back arch off the bed.
“Fuck, Larissa!”
“That’s it” she whispered against my skin, her breath hot. “Just my name. Only my name” she whimpered. Her hands worked my belt, the button of my jeans, the zipper. She yanked them and my boxer briefs down my hips in one rough motion, freeing my cock. It slapped against my stomach, already leaking pre cum. She wrapped her fingers around the base, her grip firm, and gave a slow, deliberate stroke. A filthy, wet sound filled the room.
“Tell me this is all mine” she murmured, her eyes locked on mine. “All for me. This big, beautiful cock is all mine.” She leaned down again, but instead of taking me in her mouth, she rubbed the head through her soaked panties, coating my tip in her arousal. The scent of her, musky and sweet, flooded my senses. She ground herself against me, a slow, circular motion, her eyes fluttering closed as a low, pornographic moan tore from her throat. It was over the top, desperate, a sound that said she was already so far gone she couldn’t control the noises she made.
She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and dragged them down her legs, kicking them off one ankle. Now, she was bare. I could see everything. Her pussy was gorgeous, a flushed, plump pink, her inner lips already swollen and glistening. A thatch of dark, curly hair framed it. She shifted her weight, rising up on her knees.
Positioning herself above me, she reached down and guided my cock to her entrance. The head nudged against her wet folds. She didn’t sink down. She hovered, making us both wait, making me feel the incredible heat radiating from her.
“Tell me you’re mine” she pleaded, her voice husky.
“I’m yours” I gasped, my hips straining upward. “Always.”
“Every part of you?”
“Every. Fucking. Part.”
With a slow, controlled roll of her hips, she took me in. An inch, then two, then more, her cunt stretching to accommodate me, hugging my cock in wet, velvet heat. Her head fell back, a choked cry escaping her as she finally seated herself fully, my pelvis pressed flush against her ass. She was so fucking tight, so hot, so deep.
“Oh god… Y/n…” she moaned, her body trembling. She began to move, not with a frantic pace, but with a deep, grinding rhythm. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, her tits swaying with each motion. Her nipples, hard and pebbled, brushed against my skin. She found an angle that made her gasp, and she worked it, rocking back and forth, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone with every downward stroke.
The sounds were obscene. The wet slap of skin, her ragged moans, my own guttural groans. She dropped her mouth to my ear. “I can feel you… all inside me… fucking me so deep… You’re not allowed to think about anyone else. Ever.” Her words were a whispered confession, laced with a possessiveness that made my cock throb inside her.
She kissed me again, a messy, open mouthed kiss that tasted like wine and desire. Her hips never stopped their relentless pace. The coil of pleasure in my gut tightened, a warning. I was getting close, too fast.
“Larissa, I’m gonna—”
“No” she said sharply, stopping her movements entirely, clenching her internal muscles around me in a vicious, milking squeeze that stole my breath. “You don’t come until I say. You don’t get to come until you can’t even remember what an orgasm is without me.”
She pulled off me, my cock springing free, wet and glistening with her juices. The sudden emptiness was a physical ache. Before I could protest, she shifted down the bed, settling between my legs. Her mouth was on me in an instant, not on my cock, but lower. Her tongue, flat and hot, licked a broad stripe from my taint up over my balls, then further, to the base of my shaft. She took one of my balls into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue rolling over the sensitive skin.
“Fucking hell” I whimpered, my hands fisting in the restraints.
She moved lower again, her tongue delving into the cleft of my ass, probing, teasing. The intimacy of it, the sheer filthiness, sent jolts of electric pleasure up my spine. She was leaving no part of me untouched, unclaimed. Her fingers joined, one slick digit circling my entrance before pressing in, just a little, as she swallowed my cock down to the root.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. Her mouth, hot and sucking, her finger, a teasing pressure. My hips jerked. She deep throated me easily, her nose buried in my pubic hair, her throat working around me. I was babbling, a stream of curses and pleas. She pulled off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and shiny.
“Not yet” she repeated, her eyes glazed with lust. She crawled back up my body, aligned herself, and sank down onto me again in one fluid, desperate motion. This time, her pace was faster, harder. She rode me like she was trying to break me, her tits bouncing, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. She reached between our bodies, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing frantic circles.
“I’m gonna come” she warned, her voice strangled. “I’m gonna come on your cock and you’re going to feel it and you’re going to stay hard for me, you understand? You’re going to stay hard and you’re going to fuck me through it and you’re going to keep fucking me after.”
Her orgasm hit her like a seizure. Her whole body stiffened, her back arching violently. A raw, ragged scream tore from her throat. Her cunt clenched around me in a rapid, rhythmic series of contractions, each one a pulse of incredible, gripping pressure. I could feel the internal flutters, the muscles spasming, milking my cock. Her juices gushed, a hot flood that soaked my pubic hair and trickled down my balls. She ground herself against me, dragging her swollen clit over me, extending the waves of her climax. It seemed to go on and on, her cries softening to broken whimpers.
As the last tremors shook her, she slumped forward, her sweaty forehead resting on my chest. She was panting, spent. But her hips gave a feeble, insistent roll. “Don’t stop” she mumbled. “Keep fucking me. Just… just stay inside.”
She was true to her word. She lay there, a dead weight, her cunt still fluttering weakly around my imprisoned cock. The post orgasm sensitivity for her must have been intense, but she didn’t let me pull out. She kept me buried inside her, our skin sticking together with sweat and her release. She turned her head, her lips brushing my nipple. “My turn to break you” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Round two.”
Somehow, she found the energy. She pushed herself up, winced as she shifted, and began to move again. Slower now, more deliberate, focusing on shallow, grinding rolls that stimulated her oversensitive clit and the head of my cock. The overstimulation made her whine, but she didn’t stop. Her eyes found mine and held them, a deep, unbreaking connection.
“Look at me” she breathed. “I want to see it in your eyes when you finally break.”
The buildup this time was different. It was a slow, inexorable climb, fueled by exhaustion and relentless sensation. My balls were tight, aching. My cock was so sensitive it was almost painful, but the pleasure was a blinding, white hot wire. She whispered to me the whole time, filthy promises, possessive claims, her words weaving a cage around my mind.
“You’re my good girl, aren’t you? My good girl with a perfect cock… you fill me up so nice… you’re never going to fuck anyone else… you can’t even think of anyone else, can you? Your brain is just… empty… full of me…”
She was right. Coherent thought was dissolving. There was only the heat, the friction, the smell of sex, the sound of her voice, the sight of her blissed-out face above me. My world had narrowed to the point where our bodies joined.
She felt my control shattering. Her movements became more urgent, chasing her own second peak. “Come on, Y/n… come for me… fill me up… give it to me… I want to feel you lose it… I want to feel you break.”
The command, the eye contact, the overwhelming sensory overload, it was the final trigger. My orgasm erupted from my core, a tidal wave of pure, mind numbing release. It wasn’t a single burst, but a prolonged, violent eruption. My cock pulsed and jerked inside her, pumping my cum deep into her waiting cunt in thick, hot streams. I cried out, a sound that was pure anguish and ecstasy, my body bowing off the bed against the cuffs. My vision whited out, my eyes rolling back before forcing themselves to focus on hers, holding that intimate, devastating connection as I emptied myself into her.
She cried out again, a second, shattering orgasm triggered by the feel of my cum flooding her, her walls clamping down on me in erratic, powerful contractions. We climaxed together, locked in a feedback loop of pleasure, our mutual releases mingling inside her.
Spent, I left my head fall back, my head swimming, my limbs liquid. She slumped down on top of me, her body heavy and warm. She nuzzled my neck, her breath hot on my skin. “See?” she whispered, her voice slurred with satisfaction. “No thoughts. Just me.”
I tried to form a word, any word. Nothing came. My mind was a blissful, blank static. She’d done it. She’d fucked me mindless.
She shifted slightly, and I felt a fresh trickle of our combined release leak out of her, onto my skin. She giggled, a soft, tired sound.
g!p larissa fucking powerbottom!sub!reader during event at nevermore cuz suddenly a man talk w reader or maybe trying to touch reader too? that made larissa jealous af and BOOM they fucking... mommy kink n breed kink also dirty talk too if you okay with that
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Possessive
Would you guys like it if I start adding summaries with the posts?
The low hum of the school fundraiser was a droning buzz in Larissa’s ears, a background noise she tuned out completely. Her entire world had narrowed to a single, infuriating point across the crowded gymnasium: you, Y/n, and the man who wouldn’t fucking leave you alone.
He was some donor, some guy with a too loud laugh and hands that lingered. She’d watched him touch your arm to emphasize a point. Then your shoulder. Then the small of your back as he leaned in to hear you over the noise. Each touch was a lit match thrown onto the dry kindling of her jealousy. Her fingers tightened around the stem of her plastic wine glass, her knuckles bleaching white. Mine. The word was a drumbeat in her skull, primal and absolute.
You felt her gaze before you saw her. A prickling heat on the back of your neck, a tension that had nothing to do with the boring conversation you were trapped in. You excused yourself, your heels sinking into the glossy gym floor as you made a beeline for the refreshment table, for a moment of air. A large, warm hand closed around your upper arm from behind, not harsh, but impossibly firm.
“We’re leaving.” Larissa’s voice was a low vibration against your ear, her breath hot. It wasn’t a question.
You didn’t argue. You never did, not when she used that tone. A blend of velvet and steel that went straight to your core, making your stomach clench and your panties dampen in an instant. She guided you through the crowd, her body a shield between you and the rest of the world, her grip possessive and sure. No one stopped you. No one even seemed to notice the principal leading a flustered staff member out of her own event.
The walk to her office was a silent, charged journey. Her heels tapped a sharp, impatient rhythm on the linoleum, a stark contrast to the softer click of your own. Her hand never left you, sliding from your arm to the curve of your waist, her fingers splaying wide over the fabric of your simple, knee length dress. Every point of contact felt like a brand.
Her office was a sanctuary of dark wood and quiet, the blinds already drawn against the fading evening light. The moment the heavy door clicked shut, the world outside ceased to exist. She turned you to face her, backing you up until your ass met the solid edge of her massive oak desk. Papers rustled under your weight.
“That man” she whimpered, her hands coming up to frame your face. Her thumbs stroked your cheekbones, a deceptively gentle motion. “He couldn’t keep his fucking hands off what’s mine.”
“Larissa, it was nothing, he was just—” Your explanation died as her lips crashed onto yours.
It started as possession, a claiming. Her mouth was hungry, demanding, her tongue sweeping past your lips to tangle with yours. But as you melted into her, your hands flying up to clutch at the lapels of her tailored blazer, the kiss deepened, transformed. It became sensual. The frantic urgency bled into something slower, more devastating. She tasted of wine and mint and pure, undiluted Larissa. Your moan was swallowed by her, a soft, surrendering sound that made her groan in response. She kissed you until you were dizzy, until your legs trembled and your thoughts were nothing but a warm, fuzzy static. When she finally pulled back, both of you were breathing in ragged, syncopated pants.
“You are mine” she whispered, her forehead pressed to yours. Her eyes, usually a cool, analytical gray, were storm dark with need. “Every part of you. And I am going to remind you. I am going to fill you up until you can’t remember anyone else’s touch, anyone else’s name.”
Her hands moved from your face, down your neck, over the draped collar of your dress. With a sharp, deliberate tug, the fabric gave way at the shoulder, baring your skin to the cool office air. Her head dipped, her lips finding the exposed curve of your shoulder. She kissed, then her teeth scraped lightly, a gentle bite, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you gasp and arch against her. She nipped her way along your collarbone, each tiny bite a spark that raced down your spine.
“Mommy’s jealous” she murmured against your skin, her voice husky. “Mommy’s perfect, pretty girl. Letting other people touch what belongs to her.”
“I’m sorry” you breathed, your head falling back. “I’m yours, only yours.”
“Show me.”
Her hands were at your waist again, hiking up the hem of your dress. It bunched around your hips, the soft cotton folding into thick ridges. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your plain cotton panties. Sensible, boring underwear that she was about to ruin. She didn’t take them off. She simply tugged them down, just enough, until they were a strained band around your mid thighs, the dampened cotton stretched tight. The air hit your exposed cunt and you shuddered.
Larissa stepped back, just for a moment, her eyes raking over you. Your dress still mostly on, your hair still neatly styled from the event, but from the waist down you were exposed, offered, your panties a hopeless tangle around your thighs. She gave you a slow, wicked smile.
Then, she began to change.
You’d seen it before, but it never failed to steal your breath. The fabric of her sleek, black trousers strained, then tented obscenely as the shape beneath them thickened, lengthened, solidified. She unbuttoned her fly with deliberate slowness, freeing the thick, heavy cock that had formed there. It sprang out, fully erect, the head already glistening with a bead of pre cum. It was hers, a part of her will made flesh, veined and perfect.
“Look at you” she breathed, her hand wrapping around the base of her cock, giving it a slow, possessive stroke. Her eyes were locked on your exposed pussy. “All wet and open for me already. Were you thinking about this while he was talking to you? Thinking about my cock stretching this perfect little cunt?”
You could only nod, your mouth dry.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes” you whimpered. “Yes, Mommy. I was.”
She closed the distance between you in one stride. The broad, hot head of her cock nudged against your soaked folds, not entering, just painting a slick, teasing line through your slit. You cried out, a sharp sound that echoed in the quiet office.
“You want Mommy to breed you?” she whispered, her lips brushing your ear as she rocked her hips, the pressure tantalizing but not enough. “You want me to pump this needy cunt so full of my cum that it drips out of you for days? That everyone who looks at you will know you’re full of me?”
“Please” you begged, the word tearing from your throat. “Please, Mommy, breed me. Fill me up. I need it, I need you to fuck me so full-”
I Your plea was cut off as she drove into you.
There was no more teasing. She shoved forward, one powerful thrust that buried her cock to the hilt in your clutching, dripping heat. The sensation was so intense, so complete, that your vision whited out for a second. A raw, guttural moan ripped from your lungs, so loud and pornographic it was a wonder the whole school didn’t hear. Your back arched off the desk, your fingers scrambling for purchase on the polished wood.
“Fuck” Larissa hissed, her body going rigid as she sheathed herself inside you. “Fuck, you feel incredible. So fucking tight around me. Taking all of Mommy’s cock like you were made for it.”
She didn’t wait for you to adjust. She set a punishing, possessive rhythm from the first stroke, her hips pistoning against your ass. Each thrust was a full body claim. The desk rocked with the force of it, the weight of her body pinning you in place. Her blazer was rough against the tender skin of your inner arms. Her cock was a relentless, perfect invasion, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you with brutal, exquisite precision.
The sounds were filthy, obscene. The wet, rhythmic slap of her skin against yours, the creak of the protesting desk, your own broken, over the top moans that spilled out with every drive of her hips. You were babbling, a stream of desperate, vulgar praise. “Yes! Oh god, Mommy, right there! Your cock is so big, it’s splitting me open! Fuck me, please!”
Larissa’s control was fraying. Her elegant composure shattered with each passing second. One hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you in place for her thrusts. The other tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back, exposing your throat to her hungry mouth. She kissed you again, deep and messy, her tongue mimicking the thrust of her cock.
“You’re my good girl” she panted against your lips, her breath coming in hot gusts. “My perfect, fuckable girl. I’m gonna put a baby in you. Hm, wanna see your belly swell with my child. Wouldn’t you like that? Being round and full because of me?”
The thought, the sheer primal filth of her words, sent a new wave of dizzying heat through you. Your cunt clenched around her, a fierce, involuntary spasm that made her groan and thrust into you harder, deeper. “Yes! Mommy, yes! Breed me, I want it, I want your baby, I want—”
You were unraveling, the coil of pleasure in your gut winding tighter and tighter with every brutal, perfect thrust. The friction was everywhere, the delicious stretch, the way her pubic bone ground against your clit with every snap of her hips. You could feel the muscles in your vagina beginning to flutter. Your cries became higher, more frantic.
“I’m gonna cum” you sobbed, your nails digging into the wood of the desk. “Mommy, I’m gonna cum on your cock!”
“Cum for me” she commanded, her voice ragged. “Cum all over my fucking dick. Let me feel that sweet cunt milk me. Do it. Now.”
It was the permission, the raw command in her voice, that pushed you over. Your orgasm exploded through you, an orgasm so powerful it stole the air from your lungs. Your back bowed off the desk as a sharp, punched out cry escaped you. Your cunt convulsed around her invading length, a series of rapid, intense muscular contractions that gripped and released her cock in a rippling, milking rhythm. Pleasure radiated out in blinding waves, turning your limbs to liquid fire. You felt a gush of warmth, your own release adding to the slick mess between your thighs.
Larissa watched you come apart, her eyes dark with triumph and lust. She didn’t stop. She fucked you through the convulsions, her thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more erratic as her own peak raced toward her.
“That’s it, take it, take my cum” she grunted, her body tensing like a bowstring. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna paint your insides white.”
With a final, deep, grinding thrust that pressed her hips flush against yours, she came. A hot, guttural roar tore from her throat. You felt it, the pulsing throb of her cock deep inside you, the hot, sudden flood of her release as she emptied herself into your clutching channel. Jet after jet of thick, warm cum filled you, a claiming so profound it felt biological, essential. She held herself there, buried to the root, her body shuddering as she pumped her essence into your willing, trembling body.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing and the wet, intimate sounds of your joined bodies. Slowly, carefully, Larissa lowered her weight onto you, bracing her hands on the desk on either side of your head. She was still inside you, still connected. The post orgasm continuation was a heavy, intimate fullness, a lingering claim. She nuzzled into your neck, placing soft, open mouthed kisses against your sweat damp skin.
“My good girl” she whispered, her voice hoarse but tender. “My beautiful, bred girl. Feel that? You’re full of me. You’re carrying me inside you now.”
You could only nod, blissed out and utterly spent. The reality of your situation began to seep in, the ruined dress bunched at your waist, your panties a hopeless, sodden tangle around your thighs, the principals cock still hard inside you, her cum already beginning to seep out around the edges.
Larissa finally, reluctantly, pulled out. A thick stream of her release followed, dripping down your thighs onto the dark wood of the desk. The sight made her hum with satisfaction. She reached down and, with a tenderness that contrasted wildly with the ferocity of her fucking, she tugged your soaked panties back up your legs, over your sticky, cum smeared skin.
The sensation was immediate and shocking. The thin cotton, now cum stuffed, was instantly cold and wet against your oversensitive flesh. The fabric clung, saturated, a damp, secret weight between your legs. You gasped at the feeling.
“Keep them on” Larissa murmured, smoothing your dress back down over your hips, hiding the evidence. She tucked her own hard cock back into her trousers, zipping up with a practiced ease. She looked perfectly composed again, the elegant principal. Only the faint flush on her cheeks and the wildness in her eyes betrayed what had just happened. “I want you to feel me all night. Every time you move, I want you to remember who you belong to.”
A/n: Still working on requests. I just had this one done :)
Larissa’s eyes snapped open, her body humming with a deep, insistent need. She was full, achingly full, and the thick, heavy presence inside her was the reason. Y/n was still deep in her, their bodies fused from last night’s frantic, endless fucking. Larissa could feel the slick, cooling evidence of it pooled within her, a possessive claim that made her cunt twitch and clench around the soft, but still substantial, cock nestled there.
She’d drifted off feeling like a well used, well loved doll, Y/n’s shifted cock a perfect, stretching plug keeping her own wetness and Y/n’s cum sealed inside. But sleep had softened Y/n’s erection, leaving it a semi hard, impossibly tempting weight. And in sleep, Y/n had shifted. Just a tiny, almost imperceptible roll of her hips.
It was enough.
The gentle friction of that soft cock dragging along her swollen, sensitive inner walls sent a violent jolt of pure, white hot lust straight to Larissa’s clit. A ragged moan tore from her throat, her back arching off the mattress. “Fucking… oh my god…” Her pussy, already soaked from the residual mess and her own fresh arousal, gushed around the intrusion, a fresh wave of wet heat making everything slicker.
She tried to stay still. She tried to breathe. But Y/n shifted again in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and her hips pressed impossibly deeper.
Larissa saw stars. Her cunt was a live wire, a throbbing, hungry thing that pulsed and clenched with a mind of its own. The feeling of being so utterly filled, even with a softening cock, was driving her insane. The memory of Y/n’s possessive growls from last night, the way she’d pinned Larissa down and fucked her full, echoed in her mind. She needed that again. Now.
“Y/n” she breathed, her voice husky with sleep and need. She wriggled her own hips, trying to create more of that delicious friction. “Baby, wake up. Please.”
Y/n only mumbled, her face nuzzling deeper into the pillow, her body relaxing further into sleep.
Larissa bit her lip, a desperate idea forming. If Y/n wouldn’t wake up to fuck her… she’d just have to make it impossible to sleep. A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. Carefully, bracing her hands on Y/n’s chest, she began to lift herself. The sensation was exquisite torture, the slow, wet slide of Y/n’s cock pulling almost all the way out of her dripping, greedy hole. Her pussy lips, swollen and heavy, clung to the shaft, reluctant to let go. The cool air of the room hit her exposed, leaking entrance, and she shuddered.
Then, holding her breath, she sank back down.
It was slower than last night. More deliberate. She took every inch of that softening cock back into her heat, feeling it yield and then, miraculously, begin to stiffen against the tight, velvety squeeze of her cunt. She rose again, a low moan escaping her as the head threatened to pop free before she plunged down once more, a little faster this time.
Oh, yes. There it was. A faint, answering hardness. A twitch deep inside her. Larissa set a rhythm, a slow, grinding roll of her hips that coated Y/n’s cock in the mixed wetness of last night’s cum and her own fresh arousal. She could feel it happening, the flesh in her grasp thickening, lengthening, becoming rigid and demanding. Her own breaths became sharp, panting little things. She leaned forward, her tits brushing Y/n’s chest, and captured her lover’s mouth in a deep, sensual kiss.
She poured her need into it, her tongue sliding against Y/n’s, and that’s when she felt Y/n stir. A hand came up to tangle in her hair, holding her in the kiss. Y/n’s lips moved against hers, kissing back, and then her hips jerked upwards, a sudden, sharp thrust that buried her now fully hard cock to the hilt.
Larissa broke the kiss with a sharp cry, her head falling back. “Fuck! You’re awake.”
Y/n’s eyes were dark, still hazy with sleep but burning with instant, possessive hunger. “You’re riding my cock” Y/n murmured, her voice a rough, morning ravaged scrape that went straight to Larissa’s core. “How the fuck could I stay asleep?”
“I was full of you” Larissa confessed in a whisper, lifting herself and slamming back down, making them both gasp. “And you kept moving. I couldn’t… I couldn’t take it. I needed you hard again. I needed you to fuck me with it.”
Y/n’s hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding her pace harder, faster. “This is my cunt” Y/n growled, the words a hot vibration against Larissa’s throat where she placed a gentle, biting kiss. “My fucking wet, messy, perfect cunt. All night, you kept me inside. You kept my cum. You wanted to be my little fucked full princess that badly?”
“Yes” Larissa sobbed, the pace becoming punishing. Every downward stroke mashed her clit against Y/n’s pubic bone, sending shockwaves through her. “Yes! It’s yours, it’s always yours, fuck, Y/n, please…”
“Look at me.” The command was soft but absolute.
Larissa forced her bleary, pleasure drunk eyes to meet Y/n’s. The intensity there stole her breath. Y/n held her gaze, her own hips now pistoning upwards to meet every desperate grind, their skin slapping together in a wet, filthy rhythm. Larissa could feel everything, the thick vein on the underside of Y/n’s cock rubbing a spot deep inside that made her vision blur, the way her own pussy was making obscene, squelching sounds with every thrust, completely drenched.
“Tell me what you feel” Y/n whispered, her thumb finding Larissa’s clit, circling the hard, throbbing nub in time with their fucking.
“I feel… I feel your cock” Larissa panted, her words breaking apart. “So big… stretching my fucking pussy open. I feel all your cum from last night, it’s so wet, it’s everywhere, I’m dripping down your balls, baby, I can feel it…” She was babbling, but the look of raw lust on Y/n’s face spurred her on. “I feel you owning me. I feel you filling me. Don’t stop, don’t ever stop fucking me” she moaned.
Her orgasm hit her like a truck, with zero warning. It wasn’t a peak; it was a sudden, total system meltdown. Her cunt clamped down on Y/n’s cock in a series of violent, milking spasms, a fresh flood of her own release adding to the slick chaos between them. A scream, loud and shameless, ripped from her lungs as she ground down, desperate to keep every inch inside as she convulsed.
Y/n’s composure shattered. With a guttural roar, she rolled them over, pinning Larissa to the mattress, never slipping out. She drove into her, deep and relentless, through the last pulses of Larissa’s climax. “Gonna give you more” Y/n choked out, her face a mask of fierce adoration. “Gonna pump my fucking cum right back into you, keep you filled up, keep you mine.”
The possessive words tipped Larissa over another edge, a weaker but still intense shockwave of pleasure. She wrapped her legs around Y/n’s waist, locking her in, as Y/n’s thrusts became erratic, then impossibly deep. She felt the hot, familiar rush flood her insides, Y/n’s cock jerking as it emptied another thick load into her already overflowing channel. Y/n held herself there, buried to the root, their bodies trembling together.
Slowly, Y/n collapsed on top of her, their sweat slick skin sticking. She nuzzled Larissa’s neck, placing soft, affectionate kisses along her jaw. “I love you” she whispered, her softened cock still nestled inside Larissa’s thoroughly used, dripping pussy.
A/n: got a request to add the keep reading option back, and your wish is my command 🫡
The familiar scent of Larissa’s apartment, vanilla candle and sex, hit me the second I closed the door. It usually warmed me, pulled me right into our rhythm. Tonight, it just felt like the walls of our shared lie.
I’d seen it earlier. That stupid, longing look Larissa had thrown across the event we were at, at Morticia. Morticia fucking Addams, with her perfect hair and her fucking wedding ring. It had been a flicker, gone in a second, but it had punched a hole right through my gut.
Now, Larissa was on the couch, legs tucked under her, smiling like nothing was wrong. “Hey, you. You’re late.”
“Traffic” I grunted, dropping my bag. The urge to yell, to demand to know why the thought of a married woman still got to live rent free in Larissa’s eyes, was like lava in my throat. But I didn’t. We didn’t do that. We fucked. We didn’t talk.
Larissa uncurled herself, a slow, deliberate stretch that made her tank top ride up, exposing a strip of smooth, pale stomach. My eyes tracked the movement, anger and want twisting together into a sharp, familiar ache. Fine, I thought. We’ll do what we do best.
I crossed the room in three strides, not bothering with words. My hands went to Larissa’s face, cradling her jaw, tilting it up. Larissa’s eyes went wide for a second, then heavy lidded. I crushed our mouths together.
It wasn’t our usual playful kiss. It was claiming. A hard, desperate press of lips, tongue demanding entry the second Larissa gasped. I poured all of my silent fury into it, tasting coffee and mint on Larissa’s tongue. Larissa melted against me immediately, a soft moan vibrating against my lips as her hands came up to fist my shirt.
‘Yeah,’ I thought, biting at Larissa’s lower lip, ‘you want this. You always want this. So why can’t you want me?’
I pushed Larissa back against the couch cushions, my own body following, settling between Larissa’s spread thighs. The heat there, even through two layers of denim, was immediate and intense. Larissa arched up, grinding her cunt against my thigh, a broken, wet sound tearing from her throat
“God, you’re fucking desperate tonight” I muttered against her neck, my lips finding the frantic pulse there.
“You… you just make me that way” Larissa panted, her hands scrambling to pull my shirt off. “Just seeing you walk in… I’m already so fucking wet for you.”
I let her strip the shirt away, then made quick work of her tank top and bra. Her tits spilled free, full, heavy mounds with pale pink nipples that were already pebbled tight into hard little buds. I didn’t tease. I ducked my head and took one into my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue lashing the stiff peak.
Larissa cried out, back bowing off the couch. “Fuck! Yes, just like that, baby, suck on my tits, please!”
The endearment, tossed out in the heat of the moment, stung. I switched to the other nipple, grazing it with my teeth, not enough to hurt, just enough to make Larissa whimper and twist. Her hands were everywhere, in my hair, clutching my shoulders, sliding down to grab two handfuls of her own tits and squeeze, presenting them for my mouth.
I pulled back, breathing hard. I looked down at Larissa, flushed and wanton, her lips swollen from kissing, her chest heaving. She was so fucking beautiful it made my chest hurt. And the thought of Morticia ever seeing her like this, touching her, owning her…
“Get on your knees” I commanded, my voice rough. “Facedown. On the couch.”
Larissa didn’t hesitate. She scrambled up, presenting her ass as she got on all fours, her head buried in the cushions. I stared, the anger crystallizing into a dark, possessive need. Larissa’s ass was a perfect, round heart shape, pale and lush. The thin cotton of her shorts was already dark with moisture at the seam that disappeared between her cheeks. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and peeled them down, along with her panties, in one harsh pull.
Larissa’s pussy was exposed, glistening and utterly bare. She kept herself clean shaven, and the sight of her swollen, pink lips, already slick and parted… it was a fucking masterpiece. My own cunt throbbed in response, soaked through my jeans.
“Look at you” I breathed, running a single finger up the drenched slit. Larissa jerked, a full-body shudder. “You’re fucking dripping. Is this for me? Or are you thinking about someone else?”
I quickly shifted, my cock growing hard between my thighs.
“For you,” Larissa moaned into the cushion, her voice muffled. “Always for you.”
“Bullshit.” The word was out, sharp as glass. I positioned myself behind Larissa, not entering her yet, just pressing my clothed mound against Larissa’s ass. I leaned over, my mouth right at Larissa’s ear. “I saw you today. Staring at her. Did it get you wet? Thinking about her fucking you?”
Larissa froze. “Y/n, I…”
“No” I growled, biting the shell of her ear. “You don’t get to explain. You get to answer, only answer. I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to tell me. You’re going to look me in the eye and tell me I fuck you better than Morticia ever did. Better than she ever could. Do you understand?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I shoved my own jeans and underwear down just enough to free my aching member. Then I spit, a thick wad of saliva, right onto Larissa’s soaked opening, using my fingers to mix it with the copious wetness already there. I lined up my hips, the head of my cocks own arousal pressed against Larissa’s entrance.
“Say it” I demanded, not pushing in yet.
“You fuck me better” Larissa whimpered, pushing her ass back, trying to take me inside.
“Not good enough.” I pulled back, denying her. “Look at me.”
With a ragged sob, Larissa turned her head, craning her neck to look over her shoulder. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears and pure lust. “You fuck me better than Morticia ever could.”
“Ever did” I corrected, my voice a low thrum.
“Ever did” Larissa echoed, the words a desperate plea. “Please, Y/n, please fuck me, I need you inside me, I can’t wait, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind!”
That was all I needed. I drove my hips forward, burying myself in Larissa’s cunt in one hard, deep thrust.
The sensation was blinding. Larissa was so fucking wet, so impossibly hot and tight, her inner walls clamping down on me like a velvet fist. Larissa screamed, a raw, shattered sound that was pure ecstasy. I held myself there, buried to the hilt, grinding my pubic bone against Larissa’s clit, feeling my own orgasm already coiling dangerously tight.
“Fuck!” Larissa chanted, her body shaking. “Oh god, oh fuck, that’s it, you’re so deep!”
I started to move. I set a brutal, punishing pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the sound of our skin slapping together filthy and loud. Each thrust was fueled by every jealous thought, every lonely night, every time I’d watched Larissa smile and wondered who it was for. I reached around, my fingers finding Larissa’s clit, a hard, throbbing pearl amidst the slick folds. I rubbed it in tight, fast circles, in time with her thrusts.
“You gonna come for me?” I grunted, my own breath coming in harsh gasps. “You gonna squirt all over my fucking cock thinking about how much better I am?”
“Yes! Yes!” Larissa was sobbing now, her words incoherent. “You’re the best, you’re the only one who makes me feel like this, I’m gonna come, Y/n, I’m gonna fucking-!”
Her body went rigid. A guttural cry tore from her throat, long and loud and obscene. I felt it, a sudden, hot gush of liquid that erupted from Larissa’s cunt, soaking my lower belly and thighs, dripping down onto the couch cushions below with an audible patter. Larissa’s cunt convulsed around me, milking me, pulling my own climax right to the edge.
I fucked her through it, through the trembling and the aftershocks, my strokes becoming shorter, harder, more frantic. “Mine” I gasped, the word ripped from her soul. “You’re mine.”
I came. It wasn’t graceful. It was a violent, racking shudder that locked my hips against Larissa’s ass as her own cunt pulsed with a wave of intense, blinding pleasure. I ground herself against Larissa, riding out the pulses, feeling my own wetness mix with Larissa’s on her skin.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing and the wet drip of our combined release. I stayed inside, softening, our bodies stuck together. The anger had burned away, leaving something raw and terrifyingly vulnerable.
Slowly, carefully, I pulled out. I collapsed onto the couch beside Larissa, pulling her limp, trembling body into my arms. Larissa turned, burying her face in my neck. We were both a mess, sticky and spent.
The silence stretched. Then Larissa spoke, her voice small and wrecked. “I’m not hung up on her.”
My heart stopped. “What?”
“Morticia.” Larissa took a shaky breath. “I’m not. I… I keep letting you think I am because… because I didn’t think you’d ever want this for real. I didn’t think you’d want me. So it was safer to let you think my heart was somewhere else, somewhere I couldn’t get hurt if you… if you got bored of me.”
The words hung in the air, more intimate than anything we’d just done with their bodies. I felt tears prick my own eyes. “You stupid fucking idiot” I whispered, my voice thick. “I’ve been in love with you for a year.”
Larissa pulled back, her beautiful, tear streaked face full of shock and a desperate, dawning hope. “You… what?”
“I love you” I said, the words finally free, tasting right on my tongue. “All I see is you. When we started this, I didn’t think it would last this long. I thought maybe you’d eventually feel the same way. It’s always been you. Seeing you look at her today… it fucking killed me.”
“I was looking at her ring” Larissa blurted out, her hands coming up to cup my face. “I was thinking how I didn’t want that with her. I was thinking how I just wanted this. With you. Every day. Just… this. I couldn’t believe I’ve been so hung up on her when you were there the whole time. I noticed a while ago that I was over her and that I wanted you. Today I just realized how fucking stupid I am.”
I kissed her then, soft and slow and sweet, a world away from the desperate clash from earlier. It was a promise. Larissa kissed back, pouring every unspoken feeling into it.
When we broke apart, Larissa smiled, a real, dazzling smile that reached her eyes. “So… you really think you fuck better than her, huh?”
I laughed, a watery, relieved sound. “I know I do. I know you’ve never screamed her name the way you scream mine. She doesn’t know your body the way I do.”
“Prove it again” Larissa murmured, shifting her leg over my hip, guiding my hand back between her thighs, which was still slick and warm. “I’m still so wet for you. I think I need you to fuck me again. Slower this time.”
can i request something with pregnant Larissa and lactation kink plss? like maybe her breasts are too full and reader helps her
if you're comfortable with writing this ofc
Lactation
The ache was a low, constant thrum, a physical demand that pulsed through the swollen curve of my breasts. I lay on my side in our bed, the sheets cool against my skin, the great mound of my belly making it the only comfortable position at the moment. Every slight movement sent a fresh, sharp pang through my tits, heavy and tight under my silk nightgown. They felt like they were made of marble, hot marble, straining against the delicate fabric. A tiny, traitorous leak of warm milk had already dampened the silk over my left nipple, a dark patch spreading.
The door clicked open. Y/n’s silhouette filled the frame, backlit by the hall light. Even eight months pregnant, huge and aching, the sight of her still stole my breath. She slipped inside, the soft cotton of her sleep shorts and tank top looking impossibly comfortable. Her eyes found mine in the dim glow of the nightlight.
“Can’t sleep, love?” Her voice was a low rasp, full of a possessive tenderness that made my cunt twitch. God, even now.
“They’re too full, please baby. I need you” I whispered, the confession sounding pathetic even to my own ears. “It hurts, Y/n. A constant, fucking ache.”
She was at the bedside swiftly. Her hand, cool and sure, came to rest on the aching swell of my right breast through the silk. The touch was so gentle, yet so direct, that a broken, gasping moan tore from my throat. It wasn’t a sound of pain, not entirely. It was a release of that unbearable pressure, a promise of relief. Oh, fuck.
“Shhh, I know.” Her fingers found the thin strap of my nightgown and eased it down my shoulder. The cool air hit my heated skin, and my nipple, already pebbled and tight, throbbed. The areola was dark and stretched, the nipple itself looking painfully erect. A fresh bead of white milk welled at the tip, glistening in the low light.
Y/n’s gaze was molten. “Look at you” she breathed, her voice thick. “Dripping for me already. So fucking perfect.”
She didn’t ask. She didn’t need to. Her head dipped, and her mouth, warm and wet, closed over my nipple.
The sensation was electric, a shocking jolt of pure, unadulterated relief that shot straight from my tit to my cunt. My back arched off the mattress, a choked cry escaping me. “Yes!” It was a sob. Her tongue was flat and firm, lapping at the leaking milk, then her lips sealed and she sucked.
It wasn’t a gentle sip. It was a deep, pulling draw, her cheeks hollowing. The milk released in a warm, sweet rush, flowing into her mouth. The ache in my breast melted, replaced by a spreading, liquid pleasure that made my toes curl. My hands flew to her head, my fingers tangling in her hair, holding her there. “Don’t stop, please, fuck, don’t stop” I babbled, my hips rocking uselessly against the mattress. My other breast, neglected, pulsed in sympathy, another trickle of milk wetting my skin.
She suckled, swallowing audibly, her eyes locked on mine. The command in her gaze was absolute. ‘Look at me. Watch me take what you need to give.’ The intimacy was devastating, more vulnerable than sex. She pulled back with a soft, wet pop, a thin stream of milk connecting her lips to my nipple for a second before breaking. She licked her lips, a slow, deliberate drag of her tongue. “Every part of you tastes delicious” she whispered, her breath hot against my wet skin. “Your milk tastes like you. Like heaven.”
She shifted, her mouth finding my other breast, her hand coming up to cradle the one she’d just emptied, her thumb stroking the slick, sensitive nipple. The dual sensation was overwhelming. As she sucked, her free hand slid down the slope of my belly, over the tight dome of my pregnant stomach, and down to the junction of my thighs.
My nightgown was already rucked up around my hips. Her fingers found my cunt through the soaked cotton of my panties. I cried out, the sound muffled by my own fist shoved in my mouth. I was dripping. The fabric was soaked through, clinging to my swollen lips. Y/n made a low, approving sound against my breast, the vibration shooting straight to my clit.
“Fuck, Larissa” she growled, her fingers pressing firmly. “Your cunt is soaked for me. Is this from my mouth on your tits? From me drinking your milk?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties and dragged them down my thighs. The cool air hit my exposed pussy, and I shuddered.
She pulled her mouth from my nipple with another wet sound and moved down my body, her kisses trailing over my belly, whispering sweet, filthy things to our baby, to me. Then she was there, between my thighs, her hot breath washing over my dripping cunt.
My pussy was on full display, puffy and engorged from arousal and pregnancy. The scent of my arousal, mixed with the faint, sweet smell of my milk, filled the space between us.
“Look at this beautiful cunt” Y/n breathed, her voice reverent and rough. “Carrying my child, leaking milk from your tits, and dripping juice from this perfect fucking hole.” Her thumb swept through my slit, gathering wetness, and she brought it to her mouth, sucking it clean with a loud, obscene moan. “Fuck yes.”
Then her mouth was on me.
Her tongue was flat and broad, licking a firm stripe from my entrance all the way up to my clit. I shrieked, my body bowing off the bed. She didn’t tease. She ate me like she was starving, her tongue plunging into my opening, fucking me with it, then swirling around my clit with focused, frantic circles. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, mixing with my own mindless, over the top wails. “Y/n! Right there! Oh god, your tongue, your fucking tongue!”
She pinned my hips down with strong hands, holding me open, forcing me to take the pleasure. She alternated between deep, penetrating strokes of her tongue inside my cunt and sucking my clit directly into her mouth, applying a rhythmic, pulsing pressure. My hands scrabbled at the sheets, my vision spotting. The dual relief, the draining pleasure in my breasts and the building, coiling tension in my cunt, was too much. I was fracturing.
“I’m gonna… Y/n, I’m gonna cum!” I sobbed.
She pulled back, her chin glistening with my wetness. “Look at me” she commanded, her voice guttural. Her eyes burned into mine. “You cum when I say. You drip that sweet milk and you gush from this pretty pussy when I tell you to. Do you understand?”
The possessiveness in her words, the fierce love in her gaze, sent a fresh flood of arousal soaking the sheets beneath me. I whimpered, nodding frantically, my eyes locked helplessly on hers.
“Good girl” she purred. Then she lowered her head again, and this time, she thrust two fingers deep inside my cunt while her mouth returned to my clit.
It was the final trigger. The penetration stretched me deliciously, her fingers curling, finding a spot inside that made me see white. Her tongue was a ruthless, talented piston on my clit. The orgasm didn’t build, it detonated. It ripped through me with a violence that made my entire body convulse. A scream tore from my throat, wordless and raw, as my cunt clenched rhythmically around her fingers, gushing wetness. My back arched impossibly, my tits jutting forward, and twin streams of milk shot from my nipples, arcing through the air and landing in warm splashes on my belly and chest.
Y/n fucked me through it, her fingers pumping, her mouth sucking and licking, drinking every drop of my release until the sensations turned to oversensitivity and I collapsed, boneless and gasping, into the soaked mattress.
She crawled up my body, her face wet with my cum, her lips finding mine in a deep, hungry kiss. I could taste myself on her tongue, mixed with the faint sweetness of my milk. She whispered against my lips, her voice hoarse with want.
“I love you. Try and sleep. Wake me up if it gets too much again.”
can you write larissa smut with her fuck reader on her office desk reader is pregnant and larissa is very turned on
(sub g!p larissa ofc and larissa called reader mommy 🤫)
Beautiful Mommy
The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds of Larissa’s office, striping the surface of her mahogany desk in rays of gold. I was trying to focus on some work while she was dealing with some things, but the gentle, insistent pressure of the baby kicking just below my navel kept pulling my attention away. I let my hand drift down, splaying my fingers over the rounded swell of my stomach, a soft smile touching my lips. The door clicked open.
I didn’t look up, assuming it was a teacher looking for Larissa. Then I caught her scent.
My head snapped up. Larissa stood in the doorway, her dark eyes wide and impossibly dark, fixed on me with an intensity that made the air in the room thicken. She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged her frame, but her hands were clenched at her sides, knuckles white. Her chest rose and fell with a rapid, shallow rhythm.
“Larissa? Is everything—”
“You’re so beautiful” she whispered, the words rushing out of her. She took a step into the room and closed the door behind her, the soft snick of the lock engaging sounding obscenely loud. “I was cut the meeting short. I can’t get you out of my head right now. Your hand… on your stomach. I can’t… I can’t think.”
She crossed the room in three quick strides, coming to stand beside my chair. Her gaze was a physical weight, burning over my body, lingering on the full curve of my breasts beneath my silk blouse, the undeniable proof of my pregnancy pushing against the fabric of my skirt. A low, ragged sound escaped her throat. Not quite a moan, more like a whimper of pure need.
“Larissa” I said, my voice softer than I intended.
“Please” she breathed, sinking to her knees beside my chair. She didn’t touch me, just stared up at me, her expression one of utter devotion and desperate hunger. “Please, mommy. Let me… I need to taste you. I need to feel you. I’m going to fucking lose my mind if I don’t.”
Her hand lifted, trembling, and her fingertips brushed the hem of my skirt where it rested on my thigh. The contact was electric. A full body shudder wracked her frame, and a loud, pornographic moan tore from her lips,
It was that sound, that complete loss of control from a single, chaste touch, that shattered my own composure. Heat pooled low in my belly, a familiar, deep ache that had nothing to do with the baby and everything to do with the beautiful, submissive woman on her knees before me. “Stand up” I commanded, my voice husky.
She obeyed instantly, rising on unsteady legs. I pushed my chair back, the wheels rolling silently on the plush carpet. Without breaking eye contact, I reached for her, my hands cupping her face. Her skin was fever hot. I pulled her down, and our lips met.
It started tenderly, a soft press, a testing of waters. But the dam broke immediately. Larissa’s mouth opened under mine with a hungry gasp, and the kiss turned deep, wet, and frantic. Our tongues tangled, exploring, claiming. I could taste her desperation, her worship. Her hands fluttered at my shoulders, then gripped my blouse, pulling me closer as she made tiny, frantic noises into my mouth. I’m fucking kissing her, I thought deliriously, and she’s falling apart just from my mouth.
I broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting us for a second before it snapped. “On the des,” I ordered, nodding toward the cleared surface. “Now. On your back.”
A look of pure bliss crossed her face. “Yes, mommy.” She scrambled onto the desk, the polished wood cool against her bare legs as she lay back, her head near my abandoned keyboard. Her dark hair fanned out around her. Her dress rode up, revealing the creamy skin of her thighs and the black lace of her panties. The fabric was already dark with a damp patch at the center.
I stood over her, my own need a throbbing pulse between my legs. My pussy felt swollen, heavy, the lips plump and sensitive against the silk of my own underwear. “You want to fuck me, Larissa? Is that what you need?”
“God, yes” she whimpered, her hips lifting off the desk in a tiny, aborted thrust. “I need to be inside you, mommy. I need to fill you up. Please let me. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you.”
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, tossing them aside. Then I pushed her dress up to her waist, fully exposing her cunt to the golden light.
“Look at you” I murmured, tracing a single finger along the swollen curve of her outer lip. She jerked violently, a broken cry escaping her. “So wet for me already. Such a good girl.”
Then I saw the change begin. It was subtle at first, a ripple under the skin of her lower belly. Then, between her spread thighs, her flesh began to shift, to reshape itself. I watched, mesmerized and fiercely aroused, as her clit seemed to swell, lengthen, and thicken, pulling more of her sensitive tissue with it. In moments, a fully formed cock stood erect from her mound. It was smooth and elegant, veined, a deep rosy hue that darkened at the tip. It wasn’t monstrous, but it was impressively thick, and it curved slightly upward, weeping a clear bead of pre cum from its slit.
“Fuck” I breathed, wrapping my hand around it. It was hot and solid as steel in my grasp, yet the skin was velvet. Her whole body arched, her back bowing off the desk. “Mommy…Your hand… fuck, your hand on my cock…” she whimpered.
I stroked her slowly, twisting my wrist on the upstroke, smearing the pre cum down her length. “Is this for me? This beautiful fucking cock?”
“Only for you” she gasped, her eyes begging. “Always for you. Please, I need to be in your cunt. I need to feel your pregnant pussy wrapped around me. I’ll go slow, I promise, mommy, please…”
I was done waiting. My own need was a roaring fire. I unzipped my skirt, let it pool at my feet, and stepped out of it and my soaked panties. I climbed onto the desk, straddling her hips, my rounded stomach a proud curve between us. I took her cock in my hand again, guiding the broad, slick head to my entrance. My own pussy lips, swollen and slick, felt heavy and open.
“Look at me” I commanded, my voice low.
Her dark eyes, glazed with lust, snapped up to mine. I held her gaze, pouring all my own possessiveness, all my need, into that look as I began to sink down.
The feeling was exquisite, a brilliant, burning stretch that stole my breath. I was so fucking wet, but she was so thick. I felt every inch of her cockhead press inward, spreading me, claiming me. My inner muscles fluttered wildly, trying to accommodate her. A choked moan escaped me. Larissa’s eyes were wide, locked on mine, her expression a mix of awe and unbearable pleasure.
“Oh my god… mommy… you’re taking it all…” she whimpered, her hips trembling with the effort to stay still.
I sank down further, a slow, inexorable descent until I was fully seated, her cock buried to the hilt inside me. I was so full. I could feel the shape of her inside me, pressing against all the right, deep places. The weight of my stomach pressed against her lower belly, a constant, wonderful reminder of the life we’d created.
I began to move, lifting myself up until only the tip remained inside, then sinking back down in a deep, rolling rhythm. The sound of our skin meeting, of my wetness coating her shaft, was filthy and perfect. Each stroke dragged her thick length over my swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my core.
“You feel so good” I panted, my movements gaining speed. “Fucking me so deep. Your cock fits my pregnant cunt so perfectly.”
Her hands came up to grasp my hips, her touch reverent but firm. Her thumbs stroked the sensitive skin over my hip bones. “You’re so tight, mommy. So hot and tight around me. I can feel you… I can feel everything.” She leaned up, her mouth finding my collarbone. She didn’t just kiss it, she placed her lips against my skin and sucked gently, then let her teeth scrape over the same spot in a gentle, claiming bite. The sensation, combined with the deep, pounding rhythm of our fucking, made me cry out.
The pleasure built, a coil tightening low in my belly, different from anything I’d felt before. It was deeper, more profound, connected to the life inside me and the woman buried inside me. Larissa’s thrusts became less controlled, her hips meeting mine with desperate snaps.
“I’m gonna come, mommy” she sobbed, her eyes still locked on mine, tears of ecstasy gathering in the corners. “I’m gonna fill you up. Please, can I come inside your perfect pussy? You look so beautiful. I just want to keep you pregnant.”
“Do it” I growled, my own climax hovering just out of reach.
Her orgasm hit her like a quake. Her body went rigid, her cock twitched and pulsed violently inside me, and a guttural, broken shout was torn from her throat. “Mommy! Fuck! I’m coming!” I felt it, the hot, sudden rush of her release flooding my channel, a claiming warmth that seemed to seep into my very bones.
The feeling of her cum spurting inside me, the possessive, utter surrender in her eyes as she did it, was the final trigger for me. My vision whited out. My cunt clenched around her spent cock in a series of violent, rippling spasms. But it wasn’t just a clenching orgasm. A pressure I hadn’t fully recognized built and then released with a force that shocked me.
A gush of fluid, different from my own slickness, erupted from me. It was a hot, streaming rush that soaked Larissa’s cock, her thighs, and spilled onto the polished wood of the desk beneath us with an audible splash. I squirted, hard, my body convulsing with the intensity of it, a raw, screaming moan tearing from my lips.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing and the soft drip of fluids onto the floor. Larissa’s cock, still semi hard and buried inside me, twitched gently in the aftermath.
I didn’t move off her. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the desk on either side of her head, our faces inches apart. The connection was still there, physical and profound. I could feel her cum beginning to leak out of me, a warm trickle down my thigh.
Her eyes were soft, sated, full of a love so vast it was almost frightening. She lifted a trembling hand and brushed a strand of sweat damp hair from my forehead.
“I love you” she whispered, the confession so quiet it was almost lost in the hum of the office air conditioner. “I’m never letting anyone else have you. You’re mine. This,” her hand drifted to rest on my stomach, “is mine. All of you.”
I knew Y/n was going to kill me when I got home. I promised I’d be home early so we could have dinner and of course I didn’t pay attention to the time.
I tried to speed home, but of course luck was not on my side. I heard the sirens before I saw the lights pop up in my rear view mirror.
I groaned, pulling over not even caring about the ticket I was about to get. All I could think about is how pissed Y/n would be when I got home.
I rolled my window down as the officer approached the car. Their flashlight was shining right in my eyes so I couldn’t see who I was talking to.
“I’m so sorry officer. I was rushing to get home to my wife and wasn’t thinking” I spoke as I squinted, trying to see the officer. “Is that so” they said before moving the flashlight from my eyes.
My cheeks reddened as I realized who it was.
“You’re supposed to be home” I spoke, shocked. “No I’m not baby. You know I was working tonight. Do you have a second wife I don’t know of? Do you know how fast you were going?” “No, we were supposed to be having dinner tonight. I thought I was late” I pouted. “That’s tomorrow night. Also, I rather you be late than speed like that.” “You’ve got to be kidding me” I groaned.
“You know I have to give you a ticket right?” “I know” I said quietly. “I think tonight I’ll let you off with a waning though. I can’t give you a ticket.” “Yeah?” “You’re too beautiful for me to give you a ticket.” “How many people do you say that to?” “Nobody. There’s not a single person in this world that looks more beautiful than you.”
She had a bright smile on her face before leaning in to kiss me.
“Head home. I’ll be home in about an hour. Drive slower.”
I smiled at her sheepishly before quickly kissing her again.
“I love you. Let me know you got home safely” she said before heading back to her car.
I know I just requested this but I made a mistake lol. Can you write very pregnant Larissa x g!p reader smut with squirting and Larissa is sensitive down there. Sorry!
Sensitive
“Oh, fuck, Y/n… just your hand on my hip…” she whimpered.
Larissa’s head fell back against the pillows, a long, shuddering moan tearing from her throat. My fingers had barely grazed the curve of her swollen belly, just resting there, and her whole body jolted as if I’d shoved my whole hand into her soaked cunt. Which, to be fair, was exactly where I wanted it to be.
“That sensitive, baby?” I murmured, my voice rough. I leaned over her, the massive swell of her pregnancy pressing against my stomach. Her skin was flushed, dewy with a light sweat. Her tits, huge and heavy, strained against the thin cotton of her nightgown, her dark nipples hard and visible through the fabric.
“You have no fucking idea” she gasped, her hips giving an involuntary little roll. “Everything… everything feels like you’re already fucking me. My skin’s on fire.”
I kissed her. It started slow, just a soft press of my lips to hers. But the second our mouths met, she opened for me with a hungry sound, her tongue tangling with mine. The kiss deepened, turned wet and messy. I could taste the mint of her toothpaste and something deeper. My cock, already hard and straining against my shorts, throbbed in time with the frantic beat of my heart.
I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her jaw, to the sensitive spot below her ear. I nipped at the skin there, not hard, just a gentle bite that made her cry out.
“Yes, do that again, please, fuck, do that…”
I obliged, sucking and biting a path down her neck to her collarbone. My hands went to the hem of her nightgown, pushing the soft material up, up, over the magnificent dome of her belly, until it bunched under her arms. Her body was a fucking masterpiece. Her breasts were full, her areolas wide and dark, her nipples long and stiff. Her belly was a perfect, tight curve, her navel popped out. And between her thick, powerful thighs… her pussy was glistening. Swollen, pink lips puffed out, already glistening with her arousal.
“Look at you” I breathed, my cock aching. “Look at this gorgeous, fucking wet cunt.”
“It’s yours” she moaned, spreading her legs wider in invitation. “It’s so empty, baby. It needs your cock. It’s fucking aching for it.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved my shorts down, my dick springing free. It was thick and heavy, the head already slick with pre cum. I positioned myself between her thighs, the tip of my cock nudging against her soaked entrance. I looked down, watching as the broad head parted her slick folds, disappearing into that incredible, tight heat.
“Mmmhm!” she moaned, the sound raw and loud as I pushed in, just that first inch. Her back arched off the bed, her hands flying to grip the sheets. “Fuck! Fuck! Right there, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”
I sank into her, slowly, feeling every inch of her cunt stretch and cling to my dick. She was so fucking tight, the pressure around my cock unbelievable, made even more intense by the firmness of her pregnant belly. When I was fully seated, balls deep, we both groaned, a ragged, shared sound of pure need.
I started to move. Slow, deep strokes that made the bed creak. Each thrust dragged a new, pornographic sound from her lips.
“Ah! Ah! Yes!… it’s so deep, you’re hitting everything!”
I leaned down, capturing her mouth again, fucking her with my tongue in time with my hips. My hands found her tits, kneading the heavy flesh, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers. She broke the kiss with a sharp cry, her head thrashing.
“My nipples… fuck, they’re so sensitive, it’s like you’re fucking them too.”
I increased my pace, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room. My balls tightened, slapping against her ass with every thrust. I could feel her cunt fluttering around me, getting wetter, hotter.
“I’m gonna come” she sobbed, her eyes wide and unfocused. “Y/n, I’m gonna… , I can feel it, I can’t hold it–”
“Do it” I growled, pistoning into her harder, faster. “Cum all over my fucking cock. Soak me, Larissa. Let me feel it.”
Her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her body locked up, every muscle tensing. A guttural scream ripped from her throat, long and loud and desperate. And then I felt it. A hot, gushing flood of liquid erupting from deep inside her cunt, drenching my dick, my balls, the sheets beneath us. It wasn’t a trickle, it was stream, a splash of warm fluid that made a wet sound against my pounding flesh. The scent of her sex intensified, sharp and electric.
Her cunt clenched and milked my cock through the waves of her climax, and I couldn’t hold back. My own orgasm roared up my spine. I buried myself to the hilt, grinding deep as I came. My dick pulsed, jet after hot jet of my cum flooding her already soaked channel, mixing with her juices.
“Fuck!” I shouted, my vision whiting out at the edges.
I kept moving inside her, my cock still hard, still buried in that incredible, slippery, clenching heat. This was the best part. The post orgasm fuck, where every nerve was hypersensitive, every movement a raw, overwhelming sensation.
“Baby…” Larissa whimpered, her body still trembling. “You’re still… you’re still fucking me… I can feel your cum inside me… I can feel your dick…”
My thrusts became shallow, grinding circles. “This cunt’s too good. I’m gonna fuck you until you squirt again.”
I shifted my angle, pulling her leg up over my hip. The new position made her gasp. I could see everything. The way my slick, cum coated cock plunged in and out of her stretched, puffy lips made me more turned on. I reached down between our bodies, my thumb finding her swollen clit.
The second I touched it, she shrieked.
“AHHHHH! No! It’s too much! It’s too much baby” she panted.
But her hips bucked, forcing her clit harder against my thumb. I rubbed tight, fast circles over the hard little nub as I fucked her, my pace relentless. Her cries were continuous now, a sobbing, screaming praises of pleasure.
“I’m—I’m gonna—FUCK! FUCK! I’M COMING AGAIN!”
Another flood. This one was even bigger, a hot gush that soaked my hand, my wrist, the sheets with a sound like pouring water. Her cunt convulsed around my cock, a violent, rippling squeeze that pulled another groan from me. She thrashed beneath me, her pregnant belly heaving, her tits bouncing, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.
I slowed, but I didn’t stop. I kept my cock buried inside her, feeling her inner muscles continue to flutter and pulse. I leaned down, kissing her sweaty forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids.
“Good?” I whispered, my voice wrecked.
She could only nod, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing hitches. Her hands came up to cradle my face. “Don’t… don’t pull out. Not yet. Just… stay there.”
So I did. I stayed sheathed inside her, softening slowly in her incredible heat, feeling the wet mess we’d made seep around us. My thumb, still wet from her juices, stroked her hip.
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and hazy with pleasure. “I love you” she breathed.
“I love you my sexy, beautiful, pregnant wife” I replied, and she let out a weak, hoarse laugh that turned into another soft moan as I gave one last, tiny thrust.
mommy kink larissa but larissa the one call reader "mommy" 👅
im obsessed with you fic! btw have a good day/night love you mwah!!!
Mommy
A/n: I tried my best 🥲
Larissa’s fingers brushed the curve of my back as she reached for a wine glass in the cabinet, and a soft, shameless moan slipped from her lips. “Oh, fuck, Mommy.”
I turned, the heat in the kitchen suddenly jumping. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils wide and dark. She’d been like this all evening. A live wire, every accidental touch a spark. I leaned against the counter, watching her. “Something on your mind, baby?”
She moved closer, her hips swaying in my basketball shorts she threw on. “You know what’s on my mind.” Her voice was a husky whisper. She pressed her body against mine, and I could feel the hard points of her nipples through my thin t-shirt. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth all day. About your hands on my tits. About how fucking wet I get just listening to you talk.”
My own breath shortened. I cupped her face, my thumb tracing her lower lip. “Is that right?”
“Yes, Mommy.” Her tongue darted out, licking the pad of my thumb. The simple, wet contact sent a jolt straight to my cunt. “I need you to fuck me. I need it so bad.”
I didn’t wait. I captured her mouth with mine. It started tender, a slow meeting of lips, a shared breath that tasted of the wine we’d been drinking. But it ignited fast. Her lips parted and my tongue slid in, tasting her, claiming her. She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through my skull. Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until we were both panting, lost in the wet, urgent slide of our tongues.
I broke away, trailing my lips down her throat. She tipped her head back, offering herself. “Please” she begged.
I guided her backwards, through the living room, not stopping until the back of her knees hit our bed. I pushed her down. She landed with a soft bounce, looking up at me with pure, desperate hunger. I pulled my shirt over my head, then unhooked my bra. My tits fell free, my nipples already hard and aching.
“Look at you” she breathed, her eyes glued to my chest. “Your tits are so perfect, Mommy. I want to suck on them until you scream.”
I climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips. “You’ll get your turn.” I leaned down and took her mouth again, my hands falling to my shorts she had on. I yanked them down her legs, along with her panties. She was completely bare, her pussy neatly shaved, the lips a plump, flushed pink. I could see her glistening, see the way her inner lips parted slightly, inviting.
“Oh, fuck, Larissa. Look at this pretty cunt.” I ran a single finger through her slick folds, from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She jerked, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.
Her back arched off the bed as a moan fell from her lips.
I lowered my head between her thighs. I didn’t dive right in. I kissed the inside of her knee, then higher, my lips brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh. I nipped her there, a gentle bite that made her gasp. I did it again, closer to her center. Her whole body trembled.
“Tell me what you want, my love.”
“Your tongue. I want your tongue on my clit, Mommy. Please.”
I finally gave her what she craved. I pressed my mouth to her wet cunt, my tongue flattening against her entrance before swirling up to find her swollen clit. The taste of her exploded on my tongue. Salty, earthy, perfect. I licked her slowly, thoroughly, my nose buried in her soft curls.
“Yes! Oh, god, yes, just like that” she sobbed, her hands clutching at the sheets. I fucked her with my tongue, plunging it inside her, then pulling back to suck her clit between my lips. I teased it with the tip of my tongue, flicking it fast, then slow. Her hips bucked, trying to get more. I slid two fingers inside her. She was so tight, so fucking hot and wet, her inner walls clenching around my fingers instantly.
“You feel that, baby? My fingers in your cunt. You’re squeezing me so hard. Are you gonna come on my hand?”
“I’m close, Mommy, I’m so close!”
I curled my fingers, searching for that spongy spot inside her. When I found it, I pressed hard, rubbing in a steady rhythm as my mouth went back to her clit. I sucked it, hard.
Her climax hit her like a train. Her body went rigid, then shattered. A raw, screaming moan ripped from her throat as her pussy convulsed around my fingers, gushing wetness over my hand. I kept licking, kept fucking her with my fingers, drawing out every last pulse and shiver until she was a whimpering, boneless mess on the sheets.
I crawled up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips.
I broke the kiss and peppered them all over her face as she smiled.
A/n : I have a lot of requests right now and I promise I am getting to them but it might take a minute! I’m traveling for Christmas so I’m not sure how much time I’ll have to fulfill them but I promise I will be getting to them!
I was dreading today. I promised I would go to Larissa’s stupid event for the school and I was excited until we got into an argument.
It wasn’t even really an argument it was just her being jealous.
I finished getting ready long before her. I sat watching her get ready.
I knew she was still pissed at me for whatever reason, but I could never take my eyes off her.
Soon she finished getting ready and made her way towards me.
“Shift for me” Larissa’s command was quiet as she adjusted my tie, her fingers brushing my collar.
“What? Why?” I asked, standing in our bedroom. She looked devastating in a deep emerald dress that clung to every curve, her beautiful hair swept up to expose the elegant line of her neck.
“I want to see” she said, her voice deceptively light. “I want to see if you get hard for anyone else tonight. A little test.”
It was childish. Petty. The fight had started over me being polite and talking to one of her employees, and her insecurity was a raw, exposed nerve. I sighed, focusing inward. The familiar, warm ripple of transformation flowed through me, the sensation of my own anatomy shifting, reshaping, firming into a heavy, familiar weight between my legs. My cock strained against the fine fabric of my suit pants.
“Are you happy” I grumbled.
She’d just given me a tight, unreadable smile. “We’ll see.”
At the party, I tried to be good. I made small talk, laughed politely, but my entire world had narrowed to her. To the way the dress hugged her incredible ass, to the hint of cleavage when she leaned forward. My body responded to her and only her, a constant, aching throb of want. Why couldn’t she see that?
Then I saw her across the room. Larissa was standing directly behind one of the teachers. I was looking right at Larissa, drinking in the possessive fire in her eyes, and my cock, already half-hard from her proximity, swelled to its full, aching length. And she saw it. She misinterpreted the entire fucking thing.
I saw something flicker in her eyes as she made her way towards me. She looked so jealous and upset.
“I fucking knew it” she spoke quietly, seething.
“You cannot be fucking serious right now, Larissa. You think I’m getting hard for her?”
The words were out of my mouth, low and tight, before I could stop them. Multiple days of silent treatments and sharp, jealous glances had frayed my last nerve. The elegant hum of the school fundraiser faded into a dull buzz around us, the crystal glasses and polite laughter nothing but a distant backdrop to the storm on my wife’s face.
Her eyes, a furious, beautiful blue, flashed. “I saw where you were looking. I’m not an idiot, Y/n. The proof is pressing against your fucking zipper.”
I grabbed her wrist, my grip firm but not harsh, and pulled her from the main hall into a dimly lit room. The door clicked shut, muffling the party. The only light came from a single, low-wattage lamp, carving shadows across her angry, perfect features.
“You are such an idiot” I breathed, backing her against a heavy oak desk. The scent of her perfume, jasmine and vanilla, filled my head. “I was looking at you. I am always looking at you. This fucking cock” I groaned out, taking her hand and pressing it roughly against the hard bulge in my pants, “Only gets hard for you. It’s yours. It has always been yours.”
Her breath caught, the anger in her eyes shifting, melting into a hot, dawning hunger. She could feel the thick length of me jump under her palm.
“Prove it” she whispered, her voice husky, all trace of the fight gone, replaced by pure, raw need.
That was all the invitation I needed. My mouth crashed down on hers. This wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a claiming. My tongue plunged past her lips, tasting the champagne on her tongue, and she met me with a desperate, equal hunger. Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling me closer as a deep, guttural moan vibrated from her throat into mine. “Oh god, yes.” Her hips rolled against my thigh, seeking friction.
I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her jaw to her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there before grazing it with my teeth. A gentle bite that made her cry out. “Y/n… fuck…”
“You see what you do to me?” I growled against her skin, my hands sliding down her back, grabbing two handfuls of her ass through the silky dress. “You feel this fucking dick? It’s aching for you. It’s been aching for you for days.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so stupid” she babbled, her words dissolving into another broken moan as my hand found its way under her dress, sliding up the smooth skin of her thigh. “Please, baby. Please. I need you.”
My fingers slid under the lace edge of her panties and into her wetness. She was soaked. Her cunt was slick and hot, clenching around nothing. Fuck, she’s drenched. “Is all this for me?” I rasped, pushing two fingers deep inside her.
Her head fell back, a loud, pornographic wail escaping her lips that would have gotten us caught if anyone was nearby. “Yes! Oh god, yes! Only you! Fuck me, please, Y/n. I need your cock. I need to feel you inside me. Right now.”
I fucked her with my fingers, curling them, finding that rough, perfect spot inside her that made her legs tremble. “You want this cock? This dick is all yours, Larissa. You’re going to take every fucking inch.”
“Yes! Give it to me! I want it, I want it, please!” she begged, her voice rising with every word.
I unzipped my pants, my cock springing free, hard and thick and desperate. I tore her flimsy panties aside. I lifted her onto the edge of the desk, papers scattering everywhere. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my back, pulling me closer.
I guided my cock to her entrance, the swollen head pressing against her wet heat. I looked her straight in the eyes. “Who does this belong to?”
“Me!” she sobbed, her body shaking with need. The pays days of jealousy gone. “It’s mine! Please, fuck your cock into my cunt. Fill me up. I need you to cum inside me. I want your fucking load deep in my pussy.”
I drove into her in one hard, smooth stroke, burying myself to the hilt. We cried out together, a raw, unfiltered sound of pure connection. She was so fucking tight, so hot, so wet. She felt like heaven. God, her cunt is perfect. I set a brutal, pounding rhythm, the desk squeaking in protest with every thrust.
“Is this what you wanted?” I grunted, my pace relentless. “You wanted to see me get hard? To fuck you in a classroom? You make me a fucking animal Rissa.”
“Harder!” she screamed, her nails raking down my back. “Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna come all over your fucking dick!”
Her inner muscles clamped down on me, milking my cock as her orgasm ripped through her. Her whole body convulsed, and her moans were so loud, so over the top, they were almost screams of ecstasy. The sensation of her pulsing around me tipped me over the edge.
“Fuck! Larissa!” I roared, my thrusts becoming jagged, desperate. I plunged as deep as I could and let go. My orgasm exploded through me, a blinding, white hot release. Ropes of my cum shot deep inside her, coating her walls, filling her up just like she’d begged for.
But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My hips kept moving, slow and deep, fucking my spend deeper into her, my oversensitive cock still hard inside her. The sensation was almost too much, a dizzying, overwhelming mix of pleasure and sensitivity. God, the feeling of my cum inside her… She whimpered, her own body still quivering with the aftershocks, her cunt gently fluttering around my shaft.
“Don’t stop” she breathed, her eyes glazed over. “Keep going. Keep fucking your cum into me.”
“I could only ever get like this for you” I mumbled into her neck as my hips still rocked.
“Why don’t you ever see that? I love you. I could never look at anybody the way I look at you. My body only reacts to you. You know that. Why do you do this?”
My hips snapped into her one last time as we both let out a groan.
“I’m sorry. I just… my mind just started doing a lot when I saw you talking to that girl. And then today it looked like you were looking at her like how you look at me. I can’t live with that. I don’t want to. I love you” She spoke in a voice that she only reserved for me.
“I would never do that to you. You’re all I ever think about. If I could look at you all day I would. I love you so much and I know you know that.”
I slowly pulled out as she let out a whimper.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have an excuse.” “If I have to prove to you everyday that it’s only you I think about then I will. You doing ever have to question my feelings for you.”
It fell silent. I knew she was worth and just didn’t know what to say.
I pulled my pants back up and straightened our clothes.
“Go say bye to everyone so we can continue this at home” I spoke before pressing a quick kiss to her lips.
“I’m supposed to be here for the full time of the event.” “Larissa… tell them I don’t feel well or something. I can’t go back in there. I can actively feel myself getting hard again. If I have to wait until the end of the event to touch you again I’m going to spazz out. Go tell everyone bye. I’m going to start the car.” I sounded desperate but the truth is that I was.
I didn’t want to wait any longer to touch her again.
“I’ll be out in ten” she said as she got up and smoothed her dress out.
can i request for g!p sub larissa x wife reader they can't stop fuck each other (i live for backshot larissa✌🏻)
you can ignore this if you want to
anyway i love your work sm i adore it too!!!
Can’t keep my hands off
A/n: so I think I found my weakness when it comes to writing smut and its backshots… I also apologize because I just realized this isn’t a submissive Larissa, but I have some other things coming up so I will make her submissive in one of those to make up for it!! I got too caught in trying to write the backshots that I forgot but I don’t want to delete the whole thing:/
The coffee hadn’t even finished brewing. It had been a long night of touching and no sleeping. The whole night our hands were on one another.
Larissa’s hands slid around my waist from behind, her lips finding the soft skin below her my ear. A low, hungry moan vibrated against my neck the moment she made contact. “Fuck, you smell so good.”
I leaned back into her, a soft sigh escaping me. “Someone’s needy this morning. Careful. We just got our hands off each other.”
“Needy?” Larissa’s voice was a husky whisper as her hands roamed up, cupping my tits through my thin sleep shirt. She squeezed, her thumbs finding the hardening nipples. “Baby, I’ve been needy since the second I opened my eyes and saw your ass in these panties.” Another groan, long and shameless, as she ground her hips against my backside. “I can feel how hot you are through my pajamas. You’re fucking wet for me already, aren’t you? And you know I can’t resist touching you. I need my hands on you all the time.”
It was true. My body hummed with a constant, low ache for my wife. For the particular way Larissa fucked me. I turned in the circle of Larissa’s arms, our lips meeting in a kiss that started sweet, a gentle press. Then Larissa’s tongue swept in, claiming my mouth with a growing urgency that made my knees weak. “Take me upstairs” I panted against her mouth. “Right now. I need you inside me.”
The movement to the bedroom was a blur of groping hands and bitten off moans. Larissa’s lips on my neck, her teeth gently nipping at my pulse point, sent shocks straight to my cunt. “Oh, god, right there” I whimpered, head falling back.
In their room, Larissa pushed the sleep shirt over my head, her mouth immediately descending on my tight nipple. She sucked hard, her tongue flicking, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak in that gentle, maddening way she had. “I’m gonna fuck you so deep” she murmured against my breast, her hands already working the pajama pants down my hips. “I’m gonna bend you over and fill you up. I want to feel that pretty cunt milk my cock dry.”
I was already trembling. “Do it. Please, Larissa. I need to feel you.”
With a growl, Larissa spun me around, urging me toward the bed. I went willingly, bracing my hands on the mattress. I heard the soft, slick sound of Larissa’s shape shifting, a familiar, erotic whisper that made my pussy clench in anticipation. Then I felt it, the hot, heavy weight of Larissa’s cock pressing against my ass.
“Look at you” Larissa breathed, one hand smoothing over my back, the other guiding the thick head of her dick through my soaked folds. “Your ass is up in the air, begging for it. Your pussy is dripping all over my cock.” She rubbed the tip up and down, gathering my wetness. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock” I moaned, pushing my hips back. “I want you to fuck me hard. Please.”
With a single, powerful thrust, Larissa buried herself to the hilt.
A cry tore from my throat, high and broken. The stretch, the glorious, full feeling of being split open by my wife, was everything. Larissa didn’t wait, didn’t give me time to adjust. She pulled back and slammed home again, setting a brutal, demanding pace from the very first stroke.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, right there!” I sobbed, the force of each thrust driving me forward, making my tits sway.
Larissa’s hands gripped my hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pistoned into me. The sound was obscene. Wet, slapping skin, our mingled moans, the bedframe creaking in a rapid rhythm. “Your cunt feels fucking incredible” Larissa grunted, her voice strained. “So tight around me. So fucking hot. You take my dick so good.”
Every slam of Larissa’s hips sent a jolt of pure pleasure through my core. I could feel every inch, every ridge, the way Larissa’s cock rubbed against that spot deep inside me with every pounding drive. “Harder!” I begged. “Don’t stop! Fuck me harder, please!”
Larissa obliged, her body slapping against my ass with a force that was almost violent in its intensity. She leaned over, her chest plastered to my back, her mouth by my ear. “You want my cum?” she whispered, her breath ragged. “You want me to fill up this greedy little pussy?”
“Yes! Yes, please, Larissa! I need it!” I was babbling, lost in the sensation, the building pressure coiling impossibly tight in my belly. “I want your cum so bad. I want to feel you pump it into me. Please, baby, give it to me.”
“You gonna come for me? You gonna come all over my dick while I fill you up?”
“Yes! I’m so close! Please, just… please!” I screamed as my hands gripped the sheets impossibly harder.
Larissa’s rhythm became frantic, animalistic. Her thrusts becoming sharp, deep jabs aimed at that deepest part of me. “Come with me,” she ordered, her voice raw. “Now. Come on my cock.”
The command, the sheer vulgar demand of it, shattered my control. My orgasm roared through me, a white hot wave that made my vision blur. My cunt clamped down, pulsing wildly around the thick shaft fucking into me. My cries were incoherent, just sounds of pure, fucked out ecstasy.
Feeling my internal muscles milking her, Larissa let out a choked, guttural groan. “Fuck! Taking it… taking my fucking cum!” She drove in one last, devastating time, burying herself as deep as she could go, and held there.
I could feel it. The hot, sudden rush flooding my insides, pulse after pulse of Larissa’s release. The sensation of being filled, claimed, marked. I whimpered, my body still trembling with the aftershocks.
But Larissa didn’t pull out. She stayed buried, her still hard cock still nestled inside my spasming cunt. She was panting, her sweat-slick body heavy on my back. She placed a soft, open mouthed kiss on my shoulder blade.
“Stay,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Just… stay inside. Keep it in me.”
Larissa hummed, a low, satisfied sound. She began to move again, not the frantic pounding from before, but slow, shallow rolls of her hips. The movement was slow, intimate. The mess we’d made was leaking out around where we were still joined.
“You feel so good” Larissa murmured, nuzzling my neck. “My cum feels so good inside you.” Her hand slid around my waist, her fingers slipping through the slick mess between my thighs. “So fucking wet. All of it’s mine.” She pressed two fingers against my swollen clit, rubbing slow, filthy circles in the combined fluids.
I gasped, a new, oversensitive heat sparking to life. “Oh… Larissa…”
“I think I need a break after going all night to now” I continued. “That’s okay baby. You did so good” she mumbled as she rolled us on our sides, keeping us joined.
I groaned as I felt the shift. She pulled me close to her and lightly peppered kisses against my shoulder.
