hi! would you ever be up to writing a fic/drabble based off your lydia tar headcanons? have a great day!
yes! hope you like it.
Lydia Tár smut fic
pairing: Lydia Tar x F!Reader
warnings: smut,lesbian sex,degradation (use of the word "slut"),sub!reader,dom!lydia,usage of a strap,toxic lydia (are we even surprised)
word count: ±1015
(not proof read/ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE,SORRY IN ADVANCE)
it's 23:41..
Lydia is sitting at her desk,working per usual. her pale blue eyes looking down at the papers,her veiny hand holding the black pen which was almost empty from all of the writting.
she hears you walk into the office,your slow footsteps which come closer and closer to the blond,but doesnt bat an eye. she looked at you only when she felt your body weight on her lap.
"can't you see i'm working?" she asks with her usual cold tone of the voice,her face expressionless per usual. but,if you looked closer,you could see the slightest discomfort on the woman's face,she doesn't like being interrupted while working.
you don't say anything,as you gently put the strand of her hair behind her ear which had no piercings,but had a tiny note tattoo behind it. you smiled at her a little.
"when will you be done,honey?" you ask a question,for which you do not get an immediate answer. you're used to it. Lydia is always like this: stoic,cold (even to you) and quiet. all you hear is a slight huff.
in reality,you knew the woman wouldnt be done for a long while,but you just needed her so,so badly. last time you two had sex was.. you can't even remember.
there is something about your wife that makes you want her more and more.. maybe it's the way she sits,manspreading and leaning back on her chair,or maybe it's the way she's dressed: a white button up shirt (which is not even halfway buttoned),her casual pants which hug her waist a little too good,her rolex watch which is concidered used only by "men",the way her collarbones are visible from the open shirt,the collarbones you love to bite and kiss so much whenever you two make love.
you were snapped out of your trance,when you realized that lydia has stopped you from riding her thigh by holding your waist tightly. it made you blush,as you realized you subconsciously started riding your wife.
"not now." you hear her sharp voice.
you were still flustered and embarrassed from this,so you couldn't say much. but the way her eyes were narrowed,her wrinkles on her forehead,under the eyes and near the mouth were showing..you wanted to kiss every one of those wrinkles while she scissors yo-
"can you not look at me so intensely?" you hear her voice yet again,the voice that makes you melt whenever she praises you,or even degrades you. you love her voice. you love her and you want her very,very much.
as some time passed by,your constant whinning and begging finally made lydia snap and she looked so angry,but her anger turned you on even more.
you knew she was toxic,but,red is an attractive color,is it not?
you felt yourself being pinned down onto her desk,bent over. your right leg was now on the desk,as your wife grabbed your thigh harshly (it will definitely leave a slight mark).
lydia started taking off your panties,she put your skirt up (or,if you want imagine it being pants which she took off) and startes gently running her middle and index finger through your folds,which were already wet.
"so wet already? what a slut you are,it's amusing,really." she says with slight disgust in her voice,but she loves it. Lydia loves making you so wet,because she knows only she can make you wet.
lydia then uses your natural juices as a lube to push her fingers into you. she knows you love it rough,so,lydia goes all in with one push which leads to you moaning out her name. it feeds into her god complex..knowing that you,her little wife,is getting riled up by her,you moan because of her. she continues penetrating you with her slim and long fingers,as she looks at your face: the way your eyes roll back,the sweat that is slowly coming out and dripping down your forehead.
she then took her fingers out,leaving you feeling all empty,but not for long,because she unbuttons her pants where she had her black stap-on. she then slowly puts it at your entrance and goes in,this time she actually kissed your jaw,your earlobe and whispered praises.
"the pain will go away soon,princess,just take it like a good girl you are." you hear her raspy whisper.
the next thing you feel is lydia's hands on your thighs as she slowly picks up the pace while fucking you. she enjoys the feeling of being the superior one,the way you clench on her strap,the way you moan only for her,the way only she gets to make you feel like this.
"no one will make you feel as good as i do,remember that." she says coldly,as if spitting those harsh words onto your face. but you don't care,she is right,no one will ever make you feel so good. it's always lydia and only her.
as she continues fucking your wet cunt,you can feel the orgasm building up,about to come out. you gasp,which is an indicator (for lydia) that you're close. she grabs your hair in a fist,putting your head up,so she can see every little expression on your face.
"don't you dare to stay quiet,i want to hear you moan,slut." she said.
and that's what you did,you obeyed her yet again. as you felt the knot in your lower abdomen snap,your legs shook slightly and your teary eyes rolled back. you let out a gasp,then a raspy moan,which was followed by a loud moaning out of lydia's name.
she loved it. she had a smirk on her handsome face,as she looked down at you and the way your body reacted to her movements.
After all,lydia is the only one for you,no?
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Hope you like it,Anon,first time writting a smut fic! i'm open to take critisism and will try to get better.
