For anybody Interested, my new semester has started back up and Iâm a little swamped with classes. I see your guys requests and I promise Iâm slowly getting to them! I still want to write, I just havenât 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 doesnât 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 didnât rush. She simply knelt on the rug before Larissa, placing herself lower, placing herself in a position of praise.
Larissaâs eyes flickered up, then away again. âYou shouldnâtâ she whispered, her voice thin. âLook at me.â
âI am lookingâ Y/n said, her voice a low, steady anchor. âIâm looking at the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen.â
A bitter, soft laugh escaped Larissa. âBeautiful? My skin⊠itâs not like yours. I have wrinkles. My skin sags in places.â She tugged at the hem of her nightshirt. âMy body⊠itâs older. Itâs lived. You⊠you can be anything. Anyone. Perfect. Young. You could have someone⊠someone flawless. Someone better.â
Y/n reached out, her hand slow, and touched Larissaâs bare ankle. The skin was warm, smooth. Larissaâs whole body tensed. A shaky pornographic moan slipped from her lips.
It wasnât from pain. It was from the sheer, overwhelming sensitivity of that simple touch, from the love radiating from Y/nâs fingers.
âThat soundâ Y/n murmured, her fingers tracing up Larissaâs calf, over the curve of her knee. âThatâs the sound of my goddess. Thatâs the sound of perfection.â
âStopâŠâ Larissa gasped, but her leg didnât pull away. It trembled. âYouâre lying⊠youâre just saying things.â
âIâm being true.â Y/n leaned forward, her face close to Larissaâs thigh. She nuzzled the fabric of the nightshirt, her breath hot through the cotton. âThis body carried you through life. These lines are stories. This softness is comfort. Itâs you. And you are everything I want. Everything I need.â
Her hand slid higher, under the loose hem, finding the warm skin of Larissaâs inner thigh. Larissaâs head fell back, a louder moan tearing from her throat.
âEvery part of youâ Y/n whispered, her lips now brushing the fabric just above Larissaâs knee. âEvery scar, every curve, every whisper of time⊠I worship it. I devour it.â
She lifted her head, her eyes locking with Larissaâs. There was no pity there. Only raw, possessive adoration. âYou think I can do better? There is nothing better. You are my universe. Youâre all I think about. Youâre all I want. And tonight, Iâm going to show you exactly how much I want you, how much I think about you.â
With that, Y/nâs hands gripped Larissaâs hips and pulled her forward, off the edge of the bed, until she was sitting fully on Y/nâs lap on the rug. Larissaâs nightshirt rucked up around her waist, exposing the pale, soft skin of her stomach and the tops of her thighs. Y/nâs new cock, thick and heavy and already hard, pressed against Larissaâs clothed ass, a firm, undeniable presence.
Larissaâs hands flew to Y/nâs shoulders, gripping tight. âItâs⊠itâs so big⊠I can feel itâŠâ
âYouâll feel moreâ Y/n promised, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She leaned in, her lips finding Larissaâs. The kiss started tender, a slow press of warmth, a sharing of breath. Larissaâs lips were hesitant at first, but Y/nâs persistence was gentle, insistent. She nibbled at Larissaâs lower lip, a gentle bite that sent a shiver down Larissaâs spine.
âMmmmhâŠâ Larissa moaned into the kiss, her resistance melting like sugar in heat.
Y/n deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into Larissaâs mouth, exploring, claiming. Larissaâs 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. Larissaâs fingers tightened on Y/nâs shoulders, then one hand slid up to cup her jaw, holding her close as if afraid sheâd vanish.
Y/n broke the kiss only to trail her mouth down Larissaâs jaw, to her neck. She licked a slow path along Larissaâs collarbone, feeling the pulse hammering underneath. âI need youâŠâ Larissa breathed out, her head lolling back, giving Y/n more access.
âI knowâ Y/n whispered against her skin, her hands now working at the buttons of Larissaâs nightshirt. She opened them slowly, one by one, exposing Larissaâs chest. Larissaâs 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 didnât 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.
âAhhh⊠oh yesâŠâ Larissa cried out, her back arching, pushing her breast more firmly into Y/nâs mouth.
Y/n worshipped that breast with her mouth, then moved to the other, giving it the same devoted attention. Her hands slid Larissaâs 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/nâs lap, her skin glowing in the lamplight.
âSo prettyâ Y/n murmured, her gaze drinking in the sight. Her hands came up to cradle Larissaâs breasts, weighing them, feeling their perfect weight. âMy perfect, perfect girl.â
Larissaâs 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. âYour cockâŠâ she whispered, her hand dropping from Y/nâs jaw to tentatively touch the hard length pressing against her back. âItâsâŠâ
âItâs for youâ Y/n said, shifting Larissa in her lap. Larissaâs naked breasts pressed against Y/nâs clothed chest. The thick cock now stood upright between them, a hot, rigid column against Larissaâs 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/nâs hands went to Larissaâs hips, guiding her. âI want you to feel itâ she whispered. âJust feel it against you.â
She shifted Larissa forward, rubbing the cock against Larissaâs stomach, then lower, against the cotton of her panties that were still in place, dampening already with Larissaâs arousal. The friction, the heat, the undeniable presence of it made Larissaâs whole body convulse with a sharp, gasping moan.
âItâs yoursâ Y/n repeated, her voice thick with desire. Her fingers hooked into the sides of Larissaâs plain, white cotton panties. She didnât remove them. She simply pulled them down, just below Larissaâs ass, exposing her completely while the panties remained tangled around her thighs. The position was lewd, vulnerable, and utterly exposing.
Larissaâs cunt was now bare, presented to the air and to Y/nâs 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.
âGod, youâre gorgeousâ Y/n breathed out, her thumb coming up to gently part Larissaâs lower lips, exposing the slick, pink inner flesh. Larissa jerked at the touch, a high, keening sound leaving her.
Y/n didnât push inside. She just rubbed her thumb over Larissaâs clit, which was already hard and peeking out from its hood. The touch was electric. Larissaâs thighs clamped around Y/nâs hips, her body bowing forward.
âPlease⊠just⊠fuck meâŠâ she begged, the words torn from her throat.
âI will. Patienceâ Y/n promised.
She leaned forward, trailing kisses down her body. Her mouth replacing her thumb. She didnât just kiss Larissaâs 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 Larissaâs clit with firm, circling pressure.
Larissa screamed. Her hands flew to Y/nâs hair, gripping, pulling, not to hurt but to anchor herself as her body was rocked by the sensation. âYes yes- more!â she sobbed, her hips rolling forward, grinding her cunt against Y/nâs face.
Y/nâs tongue worked faster, firmer, fucking into Larissaâs entrance with shallow thrusts before returning to torture her clit. She could feel Larissaâs body tightening, her inner muscles starting to flutter. She was close, so close, but Y/n pulled back, leaving Larissa gasping on the edge.
âNo⊠please, I needâ mmphâmore!â Larissa cried, her body shaking.
âYouâll get moreâ Y/n said, her voice rough with her own need. She lifted Larissaâs hips, positioning her. The head of her cock nudged against Larissaâs soaked entrance. Y/nâs hands intertwined with Larissaâs, fingers lacing tight, a physical and emotional chain. âLook at meâ she commanded softly.
Larissa looked down, her eyes drowning in Y/nâs.
âI love every part of youâ 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 Larissaâs. The thick head parted Larissaâs slick lips, stretching them wide. It pressed inward, encountering the tight, welcoming ring of her entrance. Y/n pushed, just a little, feeling Larissaâs body resist, then yield, opening for her in a hot, wet embrace.
Larissaâs moan was a long, drawn out sigh of pure relief. âSo deepâŠâ
Y/n pushed further, inch by inch, feeling every ridge and contour of Larissaâs inner walls hug her cock. It was a tight, incredible fit. Larissaâs 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.
Larissaâs head dropped forward onto Y/nâs shoulder. âYouâre so⊠fuck! Youâre big⊠youâre splitting me openâŠâ
âIâm filling youâ Y/n corrected, her voice a husky whisper in Larissaâs ear. âIâm making you whole.â 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 Larissaâs body. Y/nâs hands stayed intertwined with Larissaâs, their locked fingers a testament to the union. Larissaâs 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 Larissaâs front wall, stimulating that deep, internal spot that made Larissaâs eyes lose focus. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their fucking, of skin slapping against skin, of Larissaâs desperate, praising cries.
âBaby please, I need you. Yes yes- more! So deep⊠Fuckâ ahh! Iâ more, more!â
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. Larissaâs body was responding wildly. Her inner muscles clamped around Y/nâs 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 Larissaâs most sensitive spots.
Larissaâs 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 wasnât a single peak. It was a tsunami. Her cunt clenched around Y/nâs 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/nâs cock and dripped down onto the rug. Larissaâs thighs shook, her toes curled, her hands gripped Y/nâs fingers so tight it hurt. The orgasm visibly spread through her, a wave of pleasure so powerful her vision blurred. She made sounds that werenât words, just raw, animalistic cries of release.
Y/n kept fucking her through it, her thrusts becoming slower, deeper, milking every last shudder from Larissaâs body. She whispered into her ear, âThatâs my girl⊠let it all out⊠give me everythingâŠâ
As the first orgasm subsided, leaving Larissa panting and dazed, Y/n didnât stop. She didnât 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.
âOh God⊠I canât⊠againâŠâ Larissa whimpered, but her hips were moving, matching Y/nâs rhythm, chasing it.
âYou canâ Y/n murmured, her lips on Larissaâs neck, biting gently, leaving soft marks. âYouâll give me as many as I want. Youâre my princess, and your pleasure is mine to command.â
She thrust harder, faster again, the pace building back to a fierce rhythm. Larissaâs second orgasm came quicker, another intense, shuddering climax that made her sob Y/nâs name, her body convulsing in Y/nâs 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 Larissaâs already dripping cunt. It wasnât a single spurt, it was a seemingly endless flow, hot and thick, pumping into Larissaâs depths, mixing with her own fluids. Y/n groaned, her body locking tight, her fingers squeezing Larissaâs 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/nâs cock for every last drop.
They stayed like that, joined, Y/nâs cock still buried deep, pulsing softly inside Larissaâs cum filled cunt. Larissa was limp, her head on Y/nâs shoulder, her body trembling with aftershocks. Y/n nuzzled her hair, whispering âYouâre so beautiful Rissa. You donât ever have to doubt that. I love you.â
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 đ«¶đ»
Adding to the Family
G!p Larissa x Reader
A/n: Hiii I havenât written anything in a while and I apologize. I havenât had any motivation. Iâm trying to get back in it so the next couple posts will probably not be as good and Iâm so sorry đ. Just bear with me guys!
The late afternoon sun painted the walls of our daughterâs room a soft gold, a quiet moment after the storm of a toddlerâs tantrum. Larissa leaned against the doorway, watching you settle Mia into her bed, the little girlâs pleas for a baby sister finally fading into sleepy murmurs.
âSheâs relentlessâ Larissa said, her voice a low hum that vibrated through the quiet room.
You turned, meeting her gaze. âWe promised weâd talk.â
âWe did.â 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. Larissaâs eyes darkened, her smile turning predatory. âSee? Even the promise gets you going.â
Your skin felt electric under her palm. âItâs not the promise and you know thatâ you whispered, leaning into her. âItâs you. Itâs always you.â
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. âLetâs talk in our room.â
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 wasnât 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 wasnât 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.
âFuckâ you breathed, the word a reverent curse. You reached for it, your fingers tracing the hot, solid flesh. It pulsed under your touch.
Larissaâs 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.
âYou want thisâ she murmured against your skin, her voice rough. âI want you so full of me baby. Youâre going to look so beautiful carrying our child again.â
âYesâ 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.
âLook at youâ she whispered, her fingers spreading you open. âSo fucking ready. So wet for me. Your body is begging for it.â
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 didnât 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 didnât push in. She just held it there, letting you feel the heat, the pressure, the imminent possession.
âTell meâ she commanded, her eyes locked on yours.
âFuck meâ you begged, your voice breaking. âFill me up. Breed me, Larissa. Please.â
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.
âYou feel so fucking goodâ Larissa groaned, her voice strained. She leaned over you, bracing herself on her elbows, her face inches from yours. âMy cunt. My perfect, hungry cunt.â
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.
âCum for meâ she whispered, her breath hot in your ear. âCum on my cock. Let me feel you fucking milk it.â
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 didnât 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.
âIâm gonna fill youâ 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 wasnât 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 sheâd done.
âFuckâ 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.
âRissa⊠just stay for right nowâ 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 aroundâŠ
Please make G!p! Larissa, heavy breeding kink and sub reader, and Heavy Creampieâs, 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 burstingâŠ
Thank you!
Baby Fever
G!p Larissa x reader
A/n: Iâm slowly getting the requests done
âBreed me!â 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 wifeâs 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/Nâs trembling back, her lips finding the hot skin of Y/Nâs shoulder. âSay it againâ Larissa whispered, her voice a low, hungry rasp.
âBreed me, Larissa. Fill me up. I want it. I want your fucking cum inside meâ Y/N panted, twisting her head to try and meet Larissaâs eyes. Her face was flushed, tear streaked, lips parted in a gasp. âPlease.â
A wave of possessive, triumphant love surged through Larissa, so intense it made her own cock twitch and swell within Y/Nâs tightness. This was it. The moment. All the subtle hints, the pointed magazines, the baby clothes, videos, they had woven this need into Y/Nâs subconscious until it burst forth raw and real. Larissaâs 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, Larissaâs 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/Nâs pussy until it overflowed, leaking down her thighs in sticky streams. She dreamed of a subtle, beautiful swell low on Y/Nâs belly, a tiny curve that promised their future. The dream ended with Larissaâs lips against Y/Nâs ear, whispering, âYouâre so full of me. Itâs perfect.â
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/Nâs gentle âLetâs wait another year, love.â But that morning, the waiting felt like a cage.
So Larissa started her campaign.
It was subtle. While grocery shopping, sheâd linger by the infant aisle. âLook at these tiny socksâ sheâd murmur, holding up a pair littered with cartoon ducks. âSo fucking cute.â Sheâd leave a parenting magazine, opened to an article about nursery designs, on Y/Nâs bedside table. Sheâd 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. Sheâd press herself against Larissa in the kitchen, her hips rocking subtly. She started wearing Larissaâs 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 Larissaâs office, a homey space with a large, sturdy desk. Larissa was working, but her eyes tracked Y/Nâs 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/Nâs hips, turning her, guiding her. âOver the deskâ Larissa commanded, her voice dropping to a growl. Y/Nâs 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 didnât bother with underwear. She yanked Y/Nâs panties down, just below her ass cheeks, a strip of white cotton now stretched taut between her thighs. Larissaâs own pants were pushed down, her cock springing free, already leaking, the tip glistening. She positioned herself, one hand spreading Y/Nâs 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/Nâs plea hung in the air.
Larissa didnât 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/Nâs slick folds cling to her shaft, then drove back in with a force that made the desk shudder. âYouâre gonna get itâ Larissa snarled, her hips setting a punishing, rapid pace. âEvery fucking drop.â
Y/Nâs 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 Larissaâs pelvis. Larissaâs hands gripped Y/Nâs 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/Nâs vocal surrender.
Larissa leaned down, her mouth finding Y/Nâs 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/Nâs body. Y/N shuddered, her moan climbing another octave. âYou feel so fucking ready for meâ Larissa whispered, a whispered confession of her own obsession. âYour cunt is so wet, so open. Itâs fucking begging for my seed.â
âIt isâ Y/N gasped, her head rolling side to side on the desk. âItâs begging. Please, Larissa, fill me. Breed me.â
Larissaâs 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/Nâs 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.
âLook at meâ Larissa commanded, her voice rough.
Y/N twisted her neck, straining to meet Larissaâs gaze. Their eyes locked. Y/Nâs wide, dark, and pleading. Larissaâs fierce, loving, and intent. Larissa kept pounding into her, maintaining that visual tether as Y/Nâs body began to convulse.
The orgasm hit Y/N like a tidal wave. It wasnât a single peak. It was a rolling, overwhelming series of peaks. A orgasm that made her inner muscles clamp down on Larissaâs cock in rapid, brutal pulses. Larissa felt each contraction, a milking, rhythmic squeeze that threatened to pull her own climax from her. Y/Nâs 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 Larissaâs cock, soaking her thighs and the desk below. A sign of total, overwhelming release.
Larissa didnât stop. She kept fucking her, through the contractions, through the aftershocks. Y/Nâs moans became weak, blissful hums, her body lax and receptive. âGood girlâ Larissa murmured. âTake it. Take all of it.â
Larissaâs own climax was a building tsunami. She felt her balls draw up tight, a heavy, aching pressure. The need to empty herself into Y/Nâs 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/Nâs hips.
Y/N whimpered, a sound of pure anticipation. âDo it. Fill me up.â
Larissaâs body tensed. A sharp, electric pulse shot up her spine. Then the release.
The first surge of cum was immense. It wasnât a spurt, it was a gush. Larissa felt her cock convulse, and a hot, thick torrent erupted deep into Y/Nâs 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/Nâs 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/Nâs stretched entrance and dribble down her thigh. The sight was utterly intoxicating.
âAgainâ Larissa whispered, her voice hoarse with need. She pushed back in, the mixture of her cum and Y/Nâs 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/Nâs 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/Nâs belly against her own. She was filling her up, stretching her inner space with her seed.
Y/Nâs 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/Nâs pussy in a thick, continuous drip, pooling on the desk beneath them. Larissaâs 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/Nâs back, licked the sweat from her spine, whispered how beautiful she was, how perfect she looked full of Larissaâs cum. Y/N responded with soft, murmured words of love, of need
Larissaâs third orgasm was a deep, satisfying completion. It wasnât 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. Larissaâs cock remained inside, softening slowly in the heat of Y/Nâs cum filled cunt. She wrapped her arms around Y/Nâs waist, holding her close.
âLook at youâ Larissa whispered, her lips against Y/Nâs ear. âSo fucking full of me. My cum is in your womb now. Itâs gonna find its way. Youâre gonna swell with our baby.â
Y/N turned her head, their lips meeting in a slow, sensual kiss. It was deep, tired, and infinitely loving. âI want itâ she whispered back. âI want to see my belly grow with your child.â
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/Nâs 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/Nâs cunt.
It was a breathtaking sight. Y/Nâs lips were parted, glistening, swollen. Larissaâs cum still leaked from her in a steady, creamy flow. There was a subtle, beautiful bulge low on Y/Nâs abdomen, a soft rounding that spoke of the immense volume inside her. Larissa reached out, her fingers gently tracing the curve. âSee?â she murmured. âYouâre already carrying me inside you.â
Y/N looked down, her own hand coming to rest over Larissaâs. 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/Nâs hand unconsciously resting on her belly, the way her skirts now fit a little tighter over that new curve.
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Mindless
Larissa Weems x g!p reader.
âYouâre mine. Every inch of you. And youâre not going anywhere until Iâve fucked every other thought right out of your pretty head.â
Larissaâs 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 otherâs shoulders. Larissa had seen it over my shoulder. Her smile didnât fade, but her eyes did. They went flat and dark, a silent storm gathering.
âSheâs just a friend. We barely even talkâ Iâd said, my voice too casual.
âI knowâ Larissa had replied, her tone sweet. Too sweet. Sheâd kissed my neck, her hands sliding down my chest. âI trust you.â 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.
âLarissaâ I breathed, testing the cuffs. They held firm.
âShhhâ 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. âYou looked at her. You smiled for her. Thatâs my smile.â 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. âYouâre going to forget her name. Youâre going to forget your own.â 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.
âFuck, Larissa!â
âThatâs itâ she whispered against my skin, her breath hot. âJust my name. Only my nameâ 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.
âTell me this is all mineâ she murmured, her eyes locked on mine. âAll for me. This big, beautiful cock is all mine.â 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 couldnât 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 didnât sink down. She hovered, making us both wait, making me feel the incredible heat radiating from her.
âTell me youâre mineâ she pleaded, her voice husky.
âIâm yoursâ I gasped, my hips straining upward. âAlways.â
âEvery part of you?â
âEvery. Fucking. Part.â
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.
âOh god⊠Y/nâŠâ 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. âI can feel you⊠all inside me⊠fucking me so deep⊠Youâre not allowed to think about anyone else. Ever.â 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.
âLarissa, Iâm gonnaââ
âNoâ she said sharply, stopping her movements entirely, clenching her internal muscles around me in a vicious, milking squeeze that stole my breath. âYou donât come until I say. You donât get to come until you canât even remember what an orgasm is without me.â
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.
âFucking hellâ 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.
âNot yetâ 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.
âIâm gonna comeâ she warned, her voice strangled. âIâm gonna come on your cock and youâre going to feel it and youâre going to stay hard for me, you understand? Youâre going to stay hard and youâre going to fuck me through it and youâre going to keep fucking me after.â
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. âDonât stopâ she mumbled. âKeep fucking me. Just⊠just stay inside.â
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 didnât 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. âMy turn to break youâ she whispered, her voice hoarse. âRound two.â
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 didnât stop. Her eyes found mine and held them, a deep, unbreaking connection.
âLook at meâ she breathed. âI want to see it in your eyes when you finally break.â
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.
âYouâre my good girl, arenât you? My good girl with a perfect cock⊠you fill me up so nice⊠youâre never going to fuck anyone else⊠you canât even think of anyone else, can you? Your brain is just⊠empty⊠full of meâŠâ
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. âCome 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.â
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 wasnât 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. âSee?â she whispered, her voice slurred with satisfaction. âNo thoughts. Just me.â
I tried to form a word, any word. Nothing came. My mind was a blissful, blank static. Sheâd done it. Sheâd 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 Larissaâs 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 wouldnât fucking leave you alone.
He was some donor, some guy with a too loud laugh and hands that lingered. Sheâd 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.
âWeâre leaving.â Larissaâs voice was a low vibration against your ear, her breath hot. It wasnât a question.
You didnât 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.
âThat manâ she whimpered, her hands coming up to frame your face. Her thumbs stroked your cheekbones, a deceptively gentle motion. âHe couldnât keep his fucking hands off whatâs mine.â
âLarissa, it was nothing, he was justââ 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.
âYou are mineâ she whispered, her forehead pressed to yours. Her eyes, usually a cool, analytical gray, were storm dark with need. âEvery part of you. And I am going to remind you. I am going to fill you up until you canât remember anyone elseâs touch, anyone elseâs name.â
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.
âMommyâs jealousâ she murmured against your skin, her voice husky. âMommyâs perfect, pretty girl. Letting other people touch what belongs to her.â
âIâm sorryâ you breathed, your head falling back. âIâm yours, only yours.â
âShow me.â
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 didnât 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.
Youâd 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.
âLook at youâ 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. âAll 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?â
You could only nod, your mouth dry.
âUse your words, baby.â
âYesâ you whimpered. âYes, Mommy. I was.â
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.
âYou want Mommy to breed you?â she whispered, her lips brushing your ear as she rocked her hips, the pressure tantalizing but not enough. âYou 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 youâre full of me?â
âPleaseâ you begged, the word tearing from your throat. âPlease, Mommy, breed me. Fill me up. I need it, I need you to fuck me so full-â
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 didnât hear. Your back arched off the desk, your fingers scrambling for purchase on the polished wood.
âFuckâ Larissa hissed, her body going rigid as she sheathed herself inside you. âFuck, you feel incredible. So fucking tight around me. Taking all of Mommyâs cock like you were made for it.â
She didnât 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. âYes! Oh god, Mommy, right there! Your cock is so big, itâs splitting me open! Fuck me, please!â
Larissaâs 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.
âYouâre my good girlâ she panted against your lips, her breath coming in hot gusts. âMy perfect, fuckable girl. Iâm gonna put a baby in you. Hm, wanna see your belly swell with my child. Wouldnât you like that? Being round and full because of me?â
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. âYes! Mommy, yes! Breed me, I want it, I want your baby, I wantââ
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.
âIâm gonna cumâ you sobbed, your nails digging into the wood of the desk. âMommy, Iâm gonna cum on your cock!â
âCum for meâ she commanded, her voice ragged. âCum all over my fucking dick. Let me feel that sweet cunt milk me. Do it. Now.â
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 didnât stop. She fucked you through the convulsions, her thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more erratic as her own peak raced toward her.
âThatâs it, take it, take my cumâ she grunted, her body tensing like a bowstring. âGonna fill you up, baby. Gonna paint your insides white.â
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.
âMy good girlâ she whispered, her voice hoarse but tender. âMy beautiful, bred girl. Feel that? Youâre full of me. Youâre carrying me inside you now.â
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.
âKeep them onâ 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. âI want you to feel me all night. Every time you move, I want you to remember who you belong to.â
A/n: Still working on requests. I just had this one done :)
Larissaâs 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 nightâs 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.
Sheâd drifted off feeling like a well used, well loved doll, Y/nâs shifted cock a perfect, stretching plug keeping her own wetness and Y/nâs cum sealed inside. But sleep had softened Y/nâs 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 Larissaâs clit. A ragged moan tore from her throat, her back arching off the mattress. âFucking⊠oh my godâŠâ 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/nâs possessive growls from last night, the way sheâd pinned Larissa down and fucked her full, echoed in her mind. She needed that again. Now.
âY/nâ she breathed, her voice husky with sleep and need. She wriggled her own hips, trying to create more of that delicious friction. âBaby, wake up. Please.â
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 wouldnât wake up to fuck her⊠sheâd just have to make it impossible to sleep. A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. Carefully, bracing her hands on Y/nâs chest, she began to lift herself. The sensation was exquisite torture, the slow, wet slide of Y/nâs 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/nâs cock in the mixed wetness of last nightâs 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/nâs chest, and captured her loverâs mouth in a deep, sensual kiss.
She poured her need into it, her tongue sliding against Y/nâs, and thatâs when she felt Y/n stir. A hand came up to tangle in her hair, holding her in the kiss. Y/nâs 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. âFuck! Youâre awake.â
Y/nâs eyes were dark, still hazy with sleep but burning with instant, possessive hunger. âYouâre riding my cockâ Y/n murmured, her voice a rough, morning ravaged scrape that went straight to Larissaâs core. âHow the fuck could I stay asleep?â
âI was full of youâ Larissa confessed in a whisper, lifting herself and slamming back down, making them both gasp. âAnd you kept moving. I couldnât⊠I couldnât take it. I needed you hard again. I needed you to fuck me with it.â
Y/nâs hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding her pace harder, faster. âThis is my cuntâ Y/n growled, the words a hot vibration against Larissaâs throat where she placed a gentle, biting kiss. âMy 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?â
âYesâ Larissa sobbed, the pace becoming punishing. Every downward stroke mashed her clit against Y/nâs pubic bone, sending shockwaves through her. âYes! Itâs yours, itâs always yours, fuck, Y/n, pleaseâŠâ
âLook at me.â The command was soft but absolute.
Larissa forced her bleary, pleasure drunk eyes to meet Y/nâs. 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/nâs 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.
âTell me what you feelâ Y/n whispered, her thumb finding Larissaâs clit, circling the hard, throbbing nub in time with their fucking.
âI feel⊠I feel your cockâ Larissa panted, her words breaking apart. âSo big⊠stretching my fucking pussy open. I feel all your cum from last night, itâs so wet, itâs everywhere, Iâm dripping down your balls, baby, I can feel itâŠâ She was babbling, but the look of raw lust on Y/nâs face spurred her on. âI feel you owning me. I feel you filling me. Donât stop, donât ever stop fucking meâ she moaned.
Her orgasm hit her like a truck, with zero warning. It wasnât a peak; it was a sudden, total system meltdown. Her cunt clamped down on Y/nâs 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/nâs 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 Larissaâs climax. âGonna give you moreâ Y/n choked out, her face a mask of fierce adoration. âGonna pump my fucking cum right back into you, keep you filled up, keep you mine.â
The possessive words tipped Larissa over another edge, a weaker but still intense shockwave of pleasure. She wrapped her legs around Y/nâs waist, locking her in, as Y/nâs thrusts became erratic, then impossibly deep. She felt the hot, familiar rush flood her insides, Y/nâs 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 Larissaâs neck, placing soft, affectionate kisses along her jaw. âI love youâ she whispered, her softened cock still nestled inside Larissaâs thoroughly used, dripping pussy.
A/n: got a request to add the keep reading option back, and your wish is my command đ«Ą
The familiar scent of Larissaâs 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.
Iâd 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. âHey, you. Youâre late.â
âTrafficâ 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 Larissaâs eyes, was like lava in my throat. But I didnât. We didnât do that. We fucked. We didnât 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. Weâll do what we do best.
I crossed the room in three strides, not bothering with words. My hands went to Larissaâs face, cradling her jaw, tilting it up. Larissaâs eyes went wide for a second, then heavy lidded. I crushed our mouths together.
It wasnât 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 Larissaâs tongue. Larissa melted against me immediately, a soft moan vibrating against my lips as her hands came up to fist my shirt.
âYeah,â I thought, biting at Larissaâs lower lip, âyou want this. You always want this. So why canât you want me?â
I pushed Larissa back against the couch cushions, my own body following, settling between Larissaâs 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
âGod, youâre fucking desperate tonightâ I muttered against her neck, my lips finding the frantic pulse there.
âYou⊠you just make me that wayâ Larissa panted, her hands scrambling to pull my shirt off. âJust seeing you walk in⊠Iâm already so fucking wet for you.â
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 didnât 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. âFuck! Yes, just like that, baby, suck on my tits, please!â
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 herâŠ
âGet on your kneesâ I commanded, my voice rough. âFacedown. On the couch.â
Larissa didnât 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. Larissaâs 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.
Larissaâs 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.
âLook at youâ I breathed, running a single finger up the drenched slit. Larissa jerked, a full-body shudder. âYouâre fucking dripping. Is this for me? Or are you thinking about someone else?â
I quickly shifted, my cock growing hard between my thighs.
âFor you,â Larissa moaned into the cushion, her voice muffled. âAlways for you.â
âBullshit.â The word was out, sharp as glass. I positioned myself behind Larissa, not entering her yet, just pressing my clothed mound against Larissaâs ass. I leaned over, my mouth right at Larissaâs ear. âI saw you today. Staring at her. Did it get you wet? Thinking about her fucking you?â
Larissa froze. âY/n, IâŠâ
âNoâ I growled, biting the shell of her ear. âYou donât get to explain. You get to answer, only answer. Iâm going to fuck you now. And youâre going to tell me. Youâre 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?â
I didnât 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 Larissaâs 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 Larissaâs entrance.
âSay itâ I demanded, not pushing in yet.
âYou fuck me betterâ Larissa whimpered, pushing her ass back, trying to take me inside.
âNot good enough.â I pulled back, denying her. âLook at me.â
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. âYou fuck me better than Morticia ever could.â
âEver didâ I corrected, my voice a low thrum.
âEver didâ Larissa echoed, the words a desperate plea. âPlease, Y/n, please fuck me, I need you inside me, I canât wait, Iâm gonna lose my fucking mind!â
That was all I needed. I drove my hips forward, burying myself in Larissaâs 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 Larissaâs clit, feeling my own orgasm already coiling dangerously tight.
âFuck!â Larissa chanted, her body shaking. âOh god, oh fuck, thatâs it, youâre so deep!â
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 Iâd watched Larissa smile and wondered who it was for. I reached around, my fingers finding Larissaâs clit, a hard, throbbing pearl amidst the slick folds. I rubbed it in tight, fast circles, in time with her thrusts.
âYou gonna come for me?â I grunted, my own breath coming in harsh gasps. âYou gonna squirt all over my fucking cock thinking about how much better I am?â
âYes! Yes!â Larissa was sobbing now, her words incoherent. âYouâre the best, youâre the only one who makes me feel like this, Iâm gonna come, Y/n, Iâm gonna fucking-!â
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 Larissaâs cunt, soaking my lower belly and thighs, dripping down onto the couch cushions below with an audible patter. Larissaâs 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. âMineâ I gasped, the word ripped from her soul. âYouâre mine.â
I came. It wasnât graceful. It was a violent, racking shudder that locked my hips against Larissaâs 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 Larissaâs 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. âIâm not hung up on her.â
My heart stopped. âWhat?â
âMorticia.â Larissa took a shaky breath. âIâm not. I⊠I keep letting you think I am because⊠because I didnât think youâd ever want this for real. I didnât think youâd want me. So it was safer to let you think my heart was somewhere else, somewhere I couldnât get hurt if you⊠if you got bored of me.â
The words hung in the air, more intimate than anything weâd just done with their bodies. I felt tears prick my own eyes. âYou stupid fucking idiotâ I whispered, my voice thick. âIâve been in love with you for a year.â
Larissa pulled back, her beautiful, tear streaked face full of shock and a desperate, dawning hope. âYou⊠what?â
âI love youâ I said, the words finally free, tasting right on my tongue. âAll I see is you. When we started this, I didnât think it would last this long. I thought maybe youâd eventually feel the same way. Itâs always been you. Seeing you look at her today⊠it fucking killed me.â
âI was looking at her ringâ Larissa blurted out, her hands coming up to cup my face. âI was thinking how I didnât want that with her. I was thinking how I just wanted this. With you. Every day. Just⊠this. I couldnât believe Iâve 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.â
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. âSo⊠you really think you fuck better than her, huh?â
I laughed, a watery, relieved sound. âI know I do. I know youâve never screamed her name the way you scream mine. She doesnât know your body the way I do.â
âProve it againâ Larissa murmured, shifting her leg over my hip, guiding my hand back between her thighs, which was still slick and warm. âIâm still so wet for you. I think I need you to fuck me again. Slower this time.â
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/nâs 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.
âCanât sleep, love?â Her voice was a low rasp, full of a possessive tenderness that made my cunt twitch. God, even now.
âTheyâre too full, please baby. I need youâ I whispered, the confession sounding pathetic even to my own ears. âIt hurts, Y/n. A constant, fucking ache.â
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 wasnât a sound of pain, not entirely. It was a release of that unbearable pressure, a promise of relief. Oh, fuck.
âShhh, I know.â 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/nâs gaze was molten. âLook at youâ she breathed, her voice thick. âDripping for me already. So fucking perfect.â
She didnât ask. She didnât 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. âYes!â It was a sob. Her tongue was flat and firm, lapping at the leaking milk, then her lips sealed and she sucked.
It wasnât 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. âDonât stop, please, fuck, donât stopâ 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. âLook at me. Watch me take what you need to give.â 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. âEvery part of you tastes deliciousâ she whispered, her breath hot against my wet skin. âYour milk tastes like you. Like heaven.â
She shifted, her mouth finding my other breast, her hand coming up to cradle the one sheâd 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.
âFuck, Larissaâ she growled, her fingers pressing firmly. âYour cunt is soaked for me. Is this from my mouth on your tits? From me drinking your milk?â She didnât 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.
âLook at this beautiful cuntâ Y/n breathed, her voice reverent and rough. âCarrying my child, leaking milk from your tits, and dripping juice from this perfect fucking hole.â Her thumb swept through my slit, gathering wetness, and she brought it to her mouth, sucking it clean with a loud, obscene moan. âFuck yes.â
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 didnât 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. âY/n! Right there! Oh god, your tongue, your fucking tongue!â
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.
âIâm gonna⊠Y/n, Iâm gonna cum!â I sobbed.
She pulled back, her chin glistening with my wetness. âLook at meâ she commanded, her voice guttural. Her eyes burned into mine. âYou cum when I say. You drip that sweet milk and you gush from this pretty pussy when I tell you to. Do you understand?â
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.
âGood girlâ 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 didnât 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.
âI love you. Try and sleep. Wake me up if it gets too much again.â
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 đ€«)
Beautiful Mommy
The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds of Larissaâs 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 didnât 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.
âLarissa? Is everythingââ
âYouâre so beautifulâ 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. âI was cut the meeting short. I canât get you out of my head right now. Your hand⊠on your stomach. I canât⊠I canât think.â
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.
âLarissaâ I said, my voice softer than I intended.
âPleaseâ she breathed, sinking to her knees beside my chair. She didnât touch me, just stared up at me, her expression one of utter devotion and desperate hunger. âPlease, mommy. Let me⊠I need to taste you. I need to feel you. Iâm going to fucking lose my mind if I donât.â
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. âStand upâ 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. Larissaâs 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. Iâm fucking kissing her, I thought deliriously, and sheâs falling apart just from my mouth.
I broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting us for a second before it snapped. âOn the des,â I ordered, nodding toward the cleared surface. âNow. On your back.â
A look of pure bliss crossed her face. âYes, mommy.â 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. âYou want to fuck me, Larissa? Is that what you need?â
âGod, yesâ she whimpered, her hips lifting off the desk in a tiny, aborted thrust. âI need to be inside you, mommy. I need to fill you up. Please let me. Iâll be good. Iâll be so good for you.â
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.
âLook at youâ I murmured, tracing a single finger along the swollen curve of her outer lip. She jerked violently, a broken cry escaping her. âSo wet for me already. Such a good girl.â
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 wasnât monstrous, but it was impressively thick, and it curved slightly upward, weeping a clear bead of pre cum from its slit.
âFuckâ 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. âMommyâŠYour hand⊠fuck, your hand on my cockâŠâ she whimpered.
I stroked her slowly, twisting my wrist on the upstroke, smearing the pre cum down her length. âIs this for me? This beautiful fucking cock?â
âOnly for youâ she gasped, her eyes begging. âAlways for you. Please, I need to be in your cunt. I need to feel your pregnant pussy wrapped around me. Iâll go slow, I promise, mommy, pleaseâŠâ
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.
âLook at meâ 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. Larissaâs eyes were wide, locked on mine, her expression a mix of awe and unbearable pleasure.
âOh my god⊠mommy⊠youâre taking it allâŠâ 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 weâd 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.
âYou feel so goodâ I panted, my movements gaining speed. âFucking me so deep. Your cock fits my pregnant cunt so perfectly.â
Her hands came up to grasp my hips, her touch reverent but firm. Her thumbs stroked the sensitive skin over my hip bones. âYouâre so tight, mommy. So hot and tight around me. I can feel you⊠I can feel everything.â She leaned up, her mouth finding my collarbone. She didnât 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 Iâd felt before. It was deeper, more profound, connected to the life inside me and the woman buried inside me. Larissaâs thrusts became less controlled, her hips meeting mine with desperate snaps.
âIâm gonna come, mommyâ she sobbed, her eyes still locked on mine, tears of ecstasy gathering in the corners. âIâm gonna fill you up. Please, can I come inside your perfect pussy? You look so beautiful. I just want to keep you pregnant.â
âDo itâ 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. âMommy! Fuck! Iâm coming!â 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 wasnât just a clenching orgasm. A pressure I hadnât 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 Larissaâs 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. Larissaâs cock, still semi hard and buried inside me, twitched gently in the aftermath.
I didnât 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.
âI love youâ she whispered, the confession so quiet it was almost lost in the hum of the office air conditioner. âIâm never letting anyone else have you. Youâre mine. This,â her hand drifted to rest on my stomach, âis mine. All of you.â
I knew Y/n was going to kill me when I got home. I promised Iâd be home early so we could have dinner and of course I didnât 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 couldnât see who I was talking to.
âIâm so sorry officer. I was rushing to get home to my wife and wasnât thinkingâ I spoke as I squinted, trying to see the officer. âIs that soâ they said before moving the flashlight from my eyes.
My cheeks reddened as I realized who it was.
âYouâre supposed to be homeâ I spoke, shocked. âNo Iâm not baby. You know I was working tonight. Do you have a second wife I donât know of? Do you know how fast you were going?â âNo, we were supposed to be having dinner tonight. I thought I was lateâ I pouted. âThatâs tomorrow night. Also, I rather you be late than speed like that.â âYouâve got to be kidding meâ I groaned.
âYou know I have to give you a ticket right?â âI knowâ I said quietly. âI think tonight Iâll let you off with a waning though. I canât give you a ticket.â âYeah?â âYouâre too beautiful for me to give you a ticket.â âHow many people do you say that to?â âNobody. Thereâs not a single person in this world that looks more beautiful than you.â
She had a bright smile on her face before leaning in to kiss me.
âHead home. Iâll be home in about an hour. Drive slower.â
I smiled at her sheepishly before quickly kissing her again.
âI love you. Let me know you got home safelyâ 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
âOh, fuck, Y/n⊠just your hand on my hipâŠâ she whimpered.
Larissaâs 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 Iâd shoved my whole hand into her soaked cunt. Which, to be fair, was exactly where I wanted it to be.
âThat sensitive, baby?â 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.
âYou have no fucking ideaâ she gasped, her hips giving an involuntary little roll. âEverything⊠everything feels like youâre already fucking me. My skinâs on fire.â
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.
âYes, do that again, please, fuck, do thatâŠâ
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.
âLook at youâ I breathed, my cock aching. âLook at this gorgeous, fucking wet cunt.â
âItâs yoursâ she moaned, spreading her legs wider in invitation. âItâs so empty, baby. It needs your cock. Itâs fucking aching for it.â
I didnât 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.
âMmmhm!â 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. âFuck! Fuck! Right there, donât stop, donât fucking stop!â
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.
âAh! Ah! Yes!⊠itâs so deep, youâre hitting everything!â
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.
âMy nipples⊠fuck, theyâre so sensitive, itâs like youâre fucking them too.â
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.
âIâm gonna comeâ she sobbed, her eyes wide and unfocused. âY/n, Iâm gonna⊠, I can feel it, I canât hold itââ
âDo itâ I growled, pistoning into her harder, faster. âCum all over my fucking cock. Soak me, Larissa. Let me feel it.â
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 wasnât 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 couldnât 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.
âFuck!â 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.
âBabyâŠâ Larissa whimpered, her body still trembling. âYouâre still⊠youâre still fucking me⊠I can feel your cum inside me⊠I can feel your dickâŠâ
My thrusts became shallow, grinding circles. âThis cuntâs too good. Iâm gonna fuck you until you squirt again.â
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.
âAHHHHH! No! Itâs too much! Itâs too much babyâ 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.
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 didnât 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.
âGood?â I whispered, my voice wrecked.
She could only nod, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing hitches. Her hands came up to cradle my face. âDonât⊠donât pull out. Not yet. Just⊠stay there.â
So I did. I stayed sheathed inside her, softening slowly in her incredible heat, feeling the wet mess weâd made seep around us. My thumb, still wet from her juices, stroked her hip.
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and hazy with pleasure. âI love youâ she breathed.
âI love you my sexy, beautiful, pregnant wifeâ 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" đ
im obsessed with you fic! btw have a good day/night love you mwah!!!
Mommy
A/n: I tried my best đ„Č
Larissaâs 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. âOh, fuck, Mommy.â
I turned, the heat in the kitchen suddenly jumping. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils wide and dark. Sheâd been like this all evening. A live wire, every accidental touch a spark. I leaned against the counter, watching her. âSomething on your mind, baby?â
She moved closer, her hips swaying in my basketball shorts she threw on. âYou know whatâs on my mind.â 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. âIâve been thinking about your mouth all day. About your hands on my tits. About how fucking wet I get just listening to you talk.â
My own breath shortened. I cupped her face, my thumb tracing her lower lip. âIs that right?â
âYes, Mommy.â Her tongue darted out, licking the pad of my thumb. The simple, wet contact sent a jolt straight to my cunt. âI need you to fuck me. I need it so bad.â
I didnât wait. I captured her mouth with mine. It started tender, a slow meeting of lips, a shared breath that tasted of the wine weâd 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. âPleaseâ 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.
âLook at youâ she breathed, her eyes glued to my chest. âYour tits are so perfect, Mommy. I want to suck on them until you scream.â
I climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips. âYouâll get your turn.â 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.
âOh, fuck, Larissa. Look at this pretty cunt.â 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 didnât 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.
âTell me what you want, my love.â
âYour tongue. I want your tongue on my clit, Mommy. Please.â
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.
âYes! Oh, god, yes, just like thatâ 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.
âYou feel that, baby? My fingers in your cunt. Youâre squeezing me so hard. Are you gonna come on my hand?â
âIâm close, Mommy, Iâm so close!â
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! Iâm traveling for Christmas so Iâm not sure how much time Iâll have to fulfill them but I promise I will be getting to them!
I was dreading today. I promised I would go to Larissaâs stupid event for the school and I was excited until we got into an argument.
It wasnât 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.
âShift for meâ Larissaâs command was quiet as she adjusted my tie, her fingers brushing my collar.
âWhat? Why?â 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.
âI want to seeâ she said, her voice deceptively light. âI want to see if you get hard for anyone else tonight. A little test.â
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.
âAre you happyâ I grumbled.
Sheâd just given me a tight, unreadable smile. âWeâll see.â
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 couldnât 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.
âI fucking knew itâ she spoke quietly, seething.
âYou cannot be fucking serious right now, Larissa. You think Iâm getting hard for her?â
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 wifeâs face.
Her eyes, a furious, beautiful blue, flashed. âI saw where you were looking. Iâm not an idiot, Y/n. The proof is pressing against your fucking zipper.â
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.
âYou are such an idiotâ I breathed, backing her against a heavy oak desk. The scent of her perfume, jasmine and vanilla, filled my head. âI was looking at you. I am always looking at you. This fucking cockâ I groaned out, taking her hand and pressing it roughly against the hard bulge in my pants, âOnly gets hard for you. Itâs yours. It has always been yours.â
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.
âProve itâ 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 wasnât 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. âOh god, yes.â 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. âY/n⊠fuckâŠâ
âYou see what you do to me?â I growled against her skin, my hands sliding down her back, grabbing two handfuls of her ass through the silky dress. âYou feel this fucking dick? Itâs aching for you. Itâs been aching for you for days.â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm so stupidâ 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. âPlease, baby. Please. I need you.â
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, sheâs drenched. âIs all this for me?â 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. âYes! Oh god, yes! Only you! Fuck me, please, Y/n. I need your cock. I need to feel you inside me. Right now.â
I fucked her with my fingers, curling them, finding that rough, perfect spot inside her that made her legs tremble. âYou want this cock? This dick is all yours, Larissa. Youâre going to take every fucking inch.â
âYes! Give it to me! I want it, I want it, please!â 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. âWho does this belong to?â
âMe!â she sobbed, her body shaking with need. The pays days of jealousy gone. âItâs 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.â
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.
âIs this what you wanted?â I grunted, my pace relentless. âYou wanted to see me get hard? To fuck you in a classroom? You make me a fucking animal Rissa.â
âHarder!â she screamed, her nails raking down my back. âDonât stop! Iâm gonna cum! Iâm gonna come all over your fucking dick!â
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.
âFuck! Larissa!â 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 sheâd begged for.
But I didnât stop. I couldnât. 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.
âDonât stopâ she breathed, her eyes glazed over. âKeep going. Keep fucking your cum into me.â
âI could only ever get like this for youâ I mumbled into her neck as my hips still rocked.
âWhy donât 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?â
My hips snapped into her one last time as we both let out a groan.
âIâm 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 canât live with that. I donât want to. I love youâ She spoke in a voice that she only reserved for me.
âI would never do that to you. Youâre 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.â
I slowly pulled out as she let out a whimper.
âIâm sorry. I donât have an excuse.â âIf I have to prove to you everyday that itâs only you I think about then I will. You doing ever have to question my feelings for you.â
It fell silent. I knew she was worth and just didnât know what to say.
I pulled my pants back up and straightened our clothes.
âGo say bye to everyone so we can continue this at homeâ I spoke before pressing a quick kiss to her lips.
âIâm supposed to be here for the full time of the event.â âLarissa⊠tell them I donât feel well or something. I canât 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 Iâm going to spazz out. Go tell everyone bye. Iâm going to start the car.â I sounded desperate but the truth is that I was.
I didnât want to wait any longer to touch her again.
âIâll be out in tenâ 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 larissaâđ»)
you can ignore this if you want to
anyway i love your work sm i adore it too!!!
Canât 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 isnât 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 donât want to delete the whole thing:/
The coffee hadnât even finished brewing. It had been a long night of touching and no sleeping. The whole night our hands were on one another.
Larissaâs 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. âFuck, you smell so good.â
I leaned back into her, a soft sigh escaping me. âSomeoneâs needy this morning. Careful. We just got our hands off each other.â
âNeedy?â Larissaâs 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. âBaby, Iâve been needy since the second I opened my eyes and saw your ass in these panties.â Another groan, long and shameless, as she ground her hips against my backside. âI can feel how hot you are through my pajamas. Youâre fucking wet for me already, arenât you? And you know I canât resist touching you. I need my hands on you all the time.â
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 Larissaâs arms, our lips meeting in a kiss that started sweet, a gentle press. Then Larissaâs tongue swept in, claiming my mouth with a growing urgency that made my knees weak. âTake me upstairsâ I panted against her mouth. âRight now. I need you inside me.â
The movement to the bedroom was a blur of groping hands and bitten off moans. Larissaâs lips on my neck, her teeth gently nipping at my pulse point, sent shocks straight to my cunt. âOh, god, right thereâ 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. âIâm gonna fuck you so deepâ she murmured against my breast, her hands already working the pajama pants down my hips. âIâm gonna bend you over and fill you up. I want to feel that pretty cunt milk my cock dry.â
I was already trembling. âDo it. Please, Larissa. I need to feel you.â
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 Larissaâs shape shifting, a familiar, erotic whisper that made my pussy clench in anticipation. Then I felt it, the hot, heavy weight of Larissaâs cock pressing against my ass.
âLook at youâ Larissa breathed, one hand smoothing over my back, the other guiding the thick head of her dick through my soaked folds. âYour ass is up in the air, begging for it. Your pussy is dripping all over my cock.â She rubbed the tip up and down, gathering my wetness. âTell me what you want.â
âI want your cockâ I moaned, pushing my hips back. âI want you to fuck me hard. Please.â
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 didnât wait, didnât give me time to adjust. She pulled back and slammed home again, setting a brutal, demanding pace from the very first stroke.
âOh fuck! Oh fuck, right there!â I sobbed, the force of each thrust driving me forward, making my tits sway.
Larissaâs 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. âYour cunt feels fucking incredibleâ Larissa grunted, her voice strained. âSo tight around me. So fucking hot. You take my dick so good.â
Every slam of Larissaâs hips sent a jolt of pure pleasure through my core. I could feel every inch, every ridge, the way Larissaâs cock rubbed against that spot deep inside me with every pounding drive. âHarder!â I begged. âDonât stop! Fuck me harder, please!â
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. âYou want my cum?â she whispered, her breath ragged. âYou want me to fill up this greedy little pussy?â
âYes! Yes, please, Larissa! I need it!â I was babbling, lost in the sensation, the building pressure coiling impossibly tight in my belly. âI want your cum so bad. I want to feel you pump it into me. Please, baby, give it to me.â
âYou gonna come for me? You gonna come all over my dick while I fill you up?â
âYes! Iâm so close! Please, just⊠please!â I screamed as my hands gripped the sheets impossibly harder.
Larissaâs rhythm became frantic, animalistic. Her thrusts becoming sharp, deep jabs aimed at that deepest part of me. âCome with me,â she ordered, her voice raw. âNow. Come on my cock.â
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. âFuck! Taking it⊠taking my fucking cum!â 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 Larissaâs release. The sensation of being filled, claimed, marked. I whimpered, my body still trembling with the aftershocks.
But Larissa didnât 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.
âStay,â I whispered, my voice hoarse. âJust⊠stay inside. Keep it in me.â
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 weâd made was leaking out around where we were still joined.
âYou feel so goodâ Larissa murmured, nuzzling my neck. âMy cum feels so good inside you.â Her hand slid around my waist, her fingers slipping through the slick mess between my thighs. âSo fucking wet. All of itâs mine.â 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. âOh⊠LarissaâŠâ
âI think I need a break after going all night to nowâ I continued. âThatâs okay baby. You did so goodâ 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.
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My wifeâs fingers trailed down my spine as she passed me in the hallway, and a moan tore from my throat before I could stop it. A loud, shameless sound that echoed off the walls.
Y/n paused, a slow smile spreading across her lips. âThatâs all it takes? Just a little touch?â She teased.
I turned, pressing my back against the cool wall. My body was already humming for her. Always for her. âYou know the answer to that.â
I let the change ripple through me, a familiar, welcome heat pooling low in my gut as I shaped myself for her. The weight of my cock, her cock, thickened between my legs, straining against the sweatpants I had stolen from her. I was hard the minute I shifted, just from the look in her eyes.
She closed the distance, her hands sliding up my sides, under my shirt. Her thumbs brushed the undersides of my tits and I shuddered. âLarissaâ she murmured, her mouth hovering near mine. âMy good girl. Youâre already so ready for me.â
YOur lips met, and it was like a circuit completing. Sensual, deep, wet. It started soft, an exploration, but urgency spiked fast. My tongue slid against hers, tasting the coffee sheâd drunk an hour ago. My hands fumbled for the waistband of her pants, desperate to feel her skin. She broke the kiss, breathing hard, and pressed her forehead to mine.
âBedroom. Now. I want you behind me.â
A thrill, hot and submissive, shot straight to my cock. âYes. Fuck, yes.â
We stumbled through the door and she pushed me toward the large mattress. She turned her back to me, looking over her shoulder, and bent over, planting her hands on the silky sheets. The sight of her like that, ass presented, pants and panties already pushed down to her thighs⊠my mouth watered.
QI dropped my own clothes, my cock springing free, already leaking. I went behind her, my hands gripping her hips. I leaned in and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the small of her back. Then a gentle, but teetering on firm, bit just a soft pressure of my teeth on the swell of her ass. She gasped, pushing back against me.
She moaned my name out, pushing farther onto me.
âI need to taste you firstâ I whispered, my voice rough. âI need my mouth on your cunt before I fuck it.â
I didnât wait for permission. I dragged my tongue through her folds, finding her already soaked. Her taste exploded on my tongue, musky, sweet, hers. I ate her out like I was starving, my tongue fucking into her, then flattening against her clit. Her moans were a symphony, loud and unfiltered, shaking her entire body.
âOh god! Right there! Your tongue⊠fuck, donât stop!â
I didnât. I drove her higher, one hand sneaking around to rub her clit in tight circles while my mouth worked her. Her thighs trembled. I felt her orgasm begin to tighten, her muscles fluttering around my tongue.
âNo, no, wait. Stopâ she begged, panting. âI want to come on your cock. I need you inside me. Please, Larissa. Fill me up.â
I The begging shot straight to my dick. I pulled back, my lips glistening. I rose, positioning myself, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. I rubbed it through her slickness, coating myself.
âTell me againâ I breathed, gripping my shaft to guide it.
âI want your cock in meâ she moaned, pushing back, trying to take me in. âI want you to fuck me full of your come. Please, baby, give it to me. I need it.â
That was all I needed. I pushed forward, sinking into her wet, tight heat in one slow, incredible slide. We both cried out. Her cunt gripped me like a vise, hot and perfect.
I set a punishing pace immediately. There was no slow build. We were past that. My hips snapped forward, my balls slapping against her with every thrust. The sound was filthy, obscene. I loved it. I gripped her hips harder, my fingers digging into her flesh, holding her steady as I fucked her.
âYou feel so goodâ I grunted, the words tumbling out. âYour cunt is fucking milking my cock. Taking me so deep. You love when I fuck you from behind, donât you? You love when I use you like this.â
My hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack. She cried out pushing herself farther into the sheets as my hand rubbed the spot I just hit.
âYes! God, yes!â she screamed, her face buried in the sheets. âFuck me! Fuck me harder!â
I obliged. I hammered into her, the room filling with the sounds of skin slapping, our ragged breaths, and our relentless, over-the-top moans. Every nerve in my body was focused on the feeling of her around me, the way her ass jiggled with each thrust, the sweat slick skin under my hands.
I felt my orgasm coiling, a tight, hot spring in my gut. âY/n⊠Iâm gonna come. Iâm gonna fill that pretty cunt up.â
âPlease Larissa!â she wailed. âCome inside me! I want to feel it!â
Her words tipped me over. My thrusts became erratic, desperate. I shoved in as deep as I could, my pelvis grinding against her ass, and let go. My cock pulsed, jetting my release deep inside her. A guttural, broken sound ripped from my throat as I emptied myself, spurting again and again into her welcoming heat.
I kept moving. My cock, still buried in her, slid in the mess Iâd made. It was sloppy, intimate, overwhelming. I slumped over her back, my chest against her spine, my mouth near her ear.
âStill fucking youâ I panted. âCan you feel it? My come inside you⊠my cock still in youâŠâ
She whimpered, a sound of pure oversensitivity and bliss. âI feel it. Itâs so much. Donât pull out. Stay.â
I rocked gently, the motion now slow, luxurious. I kissed her shoulder, her neck. âNever wanna leave this cuntâ I mumbled, drunk on her, on us. âGonna stay right here until I my dick canât get hard for the rest of the night, and then Iâm gonna fuck another load into you.â
