Ohhh! Larissa/masc presenting r.
How about a day trip to the beach where r has a bikini top and board shorts (which Larissa thinks is sexy as hell) and is getting checked out by some women and Larissa gets jealous and when they get home Larissa fucks r to remind her who she belongs to 🥵
I don't remember seeing what you were open to write so I won't put any kinks or anything so whatever you feel comfortable with 😎
Larissa Weems x Reader - Waves of jealousy
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Summary: It finally being summer, you decided to invite your girlfriend to the beach. Little did you know, she can't quite control herself. Imagine what'd happen if some lovely ladies were looking at you.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Smut, MascPresenting!Reader, Jealous!Larissa, fingering, g!p, shapeshifted!cock, slight age gap (not specified)
You walk out of one of the few wooden booths made to be a changing room, and Larissa's mouth genuinely drops open. By the time you make it back to your towels, she's looked over you at least a hundred times.
She's seen you in such scarce clothing before— of course she has. She's seen you in even less. You've slept together before. But this is different, somehow.
Your floral pattern board shorts, with the background a pretty blend of pink and orange; it's like the colours were made for you. You don't need huge assets for your bikini top to look positively enticing.
"How do I look?" You put your hands on your hips and shift your weight onto one leg, inviting in Larissa's prying gaze.
"You look wonderful, darling." She notes, stepping close and running her hands down your sides. You chuckle with a roll of the eyes, and push her hand off. "Not here, baby."
Larissa grumbles, but doesn't say a word. She gives your hip a light pat, and sits back down on her towel, looking through her bag. She holds up a tube of sunscreen, and extends her long legs out. "On my lap."
You slip your sandals off and settle on her thighs. Larissa moves her hands quickly, spreading the cold cream over your back, shoulders and arms, smoothing some over your legs as well.
Getting another small handful, she rubs her palms together; one hand working it into your chest and neck, the other into your stomach. While you are distracted by the waves, she's moved both her hands to your belly, her pinky slowly itching under the waistband of your shorts.
Realizing the change, you grab her wrist and pull it away from your skin. "Larissa! Behave." You get up and turn around on her lap, facing her so you can gaze into her eyes. "I know baby, I love you too, but I'm not getting touchy with you in public. There's children here."
Instead of responding, she smears the leftover sunscreen onto your face and spreads it around. You screw your eyes shut in annoyance, but let her. Once she's done, you get up from her legs, looking down at her sternly. "Go get changed. I'll go get us something to eat."
You put your slippers on and make your way down the seemingly endless row of food vendors, while Larissa takes her bag and goes into the same dressing room you came from.
While you wait for your order to be called, you fail to notice a group of three middle-aged women at a table, checking you out.
But Larissa doesn't.
After she's done dressing, she slings her bag over her shoulder and goes looking for you. Spotting you from afar, she seems happy. But coming closer, she notices the ladies, and her mood immediately sours. She creeps closer, close enough to listen to them.
They're wondering about you. Are you trans, or just butch? How come they've never seen you around here? Is there a chance that you're single?
Hearing that last question, Larissa hurries over to you, and slides her hands around your waist. You startle, not expecting her to be finished so soon, but quickly settle down with a sigh. You turn around in her arms, tilting your head up to her.
"Did I not tell you to behave?" You question, as you put your hands around her neck. The women falter at the sight of Larissa; a tall, intimidating woman holding possessively onto the girl they've been eyeing.
"Calm down, dearest. I'm just holding you." She presses a kiss to the top of your head, the red lipstick not missing from her lips even here, by the sea. "What did you order?"
You huff in amusement, smiling up at her. You then lean in and nudge her throat with your nose, muttering your response into her skin. "Pizza. One for us two."
While you wait, you take a moment to look down at her body, checking out her beachwear. A one-piece swimsuit, white as her hair. Although it wasn't exactly what you hoped to see, the way it stuck to her curves definitely did not disappoint.
As much as you tried convincing her to wear a bikini that barely covers anything, her response was always the same. "I only want *you* seeing me like that, not the entire beach." Though you do understand the risk of someone recognizing her while wearing something like that.
After you've had your meal, you two went into the water. There's no denying that you had fun, but Larissa was a lot more possessive than usual. Didn't go any farther than 5 meters from you, and immediately moved to hold you when someone was too close for her comfort.
Once it was nearing sunset, you decided it's time to go home. But apparently, so did a thousand other people. There was a line to the changing rooms, and as much as you said otherwise, you weren't a particularly patient person.
And so, the two of you decided to pack up and go home, placing folded towels on the car seats so your leftover dampness doesn't get the fabric wet. Larissa was the one driving, as usual.
The ride was a little under 3 hours, making it past midnight by the time you arrive home. Yes, a long drive, and it's late, but there's no chance you'd miss a beach sunset with your girlfriend.
The first thing you do when you get home is go into your bedroom to change, but Larissa slides in right after you. You don't send her out, assuming she's also just coming to change, but she grabs you by the hips and pulls you against herself, rougher than she needs to.
You gasp in surprise, and are about to scold her again, when she cuts you off. "Not only did you deny me for the whole day.." She toys with the hem of your shorts, in thought. "But you just let a group of women look at you like fresh meat?"
You try to protest, to push her away and say you're not in the mood, but she shoves her hand down the fabric. A huge perk of being in swimwear, is that you don't have anything else underneath it. As sexy as you are in your boxers, it's still an extra layer of fabric for her to get rid of.
Larissa swirls her fingers around in your folds until she has you slick enough, then stuffs two fingers knuckle deep inside without warning. That has you gasping, the unwillingness now more an act to keep her going.
"You don't let me touch you, but you let others ogle you?" She curls her fingers, scratching at your sensitive spot. You squeal and squirm against her, your eyes rolling back, vision going blurry as she massages that spot for longer than necessary.
"Do I just mean nothing to you now? Do I not satisfy you anymore?" Your head tips forward and you screw your eyelids shut as you try to hold back your moans, but Larissa scrunches her fingers in your hair and pulls your skull back up straight.
"No, no- please, Larissa, I want more!" You pant, your chest heaving, heart beating so hard it blends with the pulsing of your pussy. Larissa smooths her other hand along your stomach, and now with both hands in your shorts, she runs two fingers along your nub of nerves, pressing.
Your body twitches hard every time she does it, the feelings building up, your walls clenching harder around her as you near the edge. Feeling you tense, Larissa starts rubbing your clit— quick, harsh, unrelenting and unmerciful.
You clench on her fingers, your juices dripping down her palm as you choke back your whimpers. Larissa slows her fingers, eventually pulling back. "Those women could never make you feel like this, you know."
She guides you over to the bed and pushes you down onto it, though she takes a second to watch your mannerisms, making sure that you're up for another round. To not be left in suspense and anticipation, you turn your head to the side and watch whatever she's doing.
"They could never make you feel the way I do." She lifts your hips for you and slides your board shorts off, the sudden cold sending a shiver up your spine. Larissa dips her head to give your lower back a kiss, before climbing over you.
She trails her nose up your back, pressing a kiss here and there. Her path stops at your neck, where she whispers into your skin. "No strap could compare to my cock. Isn't that just right, darling dearest.."
And that is when you feel the shift. Larissa's hips pressing against you, you feel a hard bulge growing, nudging your ass. You let out a loud moan at the sensation.
Larissa loves being a shapeshifter. She can keep her desires hidden if she wants to, but she'll gladly greet you manspreading on her office desk with a throbbing tent in her dress.
She doesn't even bother undressing. She pulls her swimsuit aside, letting her hard length free. She rubs it up against your thigh, letting you feel her up. A little bigger than her usual.
You're fucked.
Larissa holds your hips steady and slides in with ease. You huff and grunt, struggling to take her. But Larissa isn't a cruel woman; letting go with one hand, she rubs your belly tenderly. Pressing on the lower half lets her feel the tension inside you— the touch makes you whimper.
Once she sees that you've adjusted well enough, she starts moving. Larissa starts off slow, with languid but longer strokes, but it doesn't take long for her to get used to the feeling of your insides.
"Gosh, darling.. I get why others want you." Larissa rolls her hips into you at a steady pace, while you bury your face open-mouthed into a pillow, letting out any and all sounds that come from your throat, and trusting the fabric to muffle it.
You clutch tight to the sheets and bunch them up between your little fingers, hoping to hold onto something before you drift off into bliss. Larissa rubs her hand over your ass as she slows down for merely a breath.
She slides her hand under your stomach to get a good grip on you, before she starts to pound your cunt properly. Smaller but much sharper snaps of her hips, swift and harsh. You can't help but arch your back, making her hit a different spot inside you.
You start tensing up from the delicious angle, and eventually, your toes curl as you come on her cock. But Larissa isn't done yet. She thrusts into you as fast as she can go, whines of her own starting to fall from her lips as she holds herself on the edge, before finally crashing over.
A deep moan comes from her chest as she pumps you full of cum, her tip tickling your cervix as she holds your waist still, panting. She doesn't pull out, wanting to keep her release locked inside you for as long as she can.
The second she pulls her arms out from under you, your hips fall onto the bed; your knees would've had no chance at holding you up. That leads Larissa to collapse on top of you, her nipples pressing into your shoulder blades.
The two of you lay there for a good while, trying to calm your breathing. It's a little hard, with Larissa laying on your back, but you'd never dare shove her off.
Not like she'd let you, after all that was today. "You're mine, darling. Mine." She brings her hand to your locks and scratches your scalp, to let you know that you did good. "And if you don't come to me when someone's staring at you, I'm adding another inch."
A/N: Woah. So this took a whole damn month. I'm so sorry anonn!! I hope this is still in time for the summer vibes. I had to take some time to take care of a few (of my many) small physical health problems. I don't know how I did on this one, ut's really hard to write masc!reader when I am very much a femme hehe. Thank you very much to @mosasaurusybthq for absolutely nothing helping with my banner. But i hope my masc babies like it! Thank you for reading!
