Temptation’s Tongue
Principal Larissa weems X fem!student reader ~smut
WK: 1.4K
Sum: you discovered principal weems is a shapeshifter, she wants to keep you quiet.
Warnings: headmaster X student-(reader is of age), clit play, fingering, finger sucking, praise, smut
A/N: i hate this but i'm still posting it because its so late
✧ Credit to kayo for bullying me into finishing this
Minors DNI
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You pulled in a breath, letting your clenched hand move for you and knock against the large oak door. You stepped back and waited for a response. Your less than confident expression glared back at you in the polished gold plaque. You knew why she called you to her office, and the feeling that you were being expelled dwelled over you all too suddenly.
The door pulled open and you swallowed hard.
“Good evening, y/n.”
Principal Weems stood in front of you. More or less above you, there was a sense of impatience in her stance and you were sure she’d been waiting for you to arrive. Still, she smiled fondly down at you, draped in a dark green dress that clung tightly to her figure.
“Come in.” She said, holding the door open for you and inviting you inside. You obliged, quickly following behind her.
“Please, have a seat.”
Larissa gestured to the large leather chair across her own and you took, quickly sitting yourself against the cool leather and taking in the extravagant room. You could feel her eyes on you as she walked past and the faint scent of red wine and roses filled your senses.
“I'm sure you know why I called you here.” She says, seating herself behind her desk and giving you an expectant look.
You felt a hot flush in your cheeks, knowing exactly what she was alluding to. You didn’t know how to respond and before you could, she asked again. Her voice sounded impatient this time and you spoke without thinking.
“I know you’re covering up Rowen’s murder.” You bit your tongue, feeling a sudden anger at the thought of your friends disregarded death. “You’re a shape-shifter.”
“I thought so.” Larissa sighs, and her face turns to a more serious expression.
“I’m aware you have spoken with sheriff Galpin on..matters, surrounding Rowen’s late disappearance..” She shifts her weight as she pauses;
“I sincerely hope you don’t plan to let that knowledge slip to the sheriff.”
She raises her eyebrows and her face seems more diluted, you knew she wasn’t asking.
“I- I won’t tell.” You answered hastily, hoping you looked sincere.
“Oh I know you won’t.” Larissa smiles softly, rising from her desk as she speaks. You watched as she came to your chair, heels clicking against the floorboards and stopping where you sat.
She put her hands on her lower thighs, bending down to your eye level as you pulled in a shallow breath.
“You won’t tell a soul.”
She towered over you with a grin. Her demeanour radiating with dominance as straightened her posture; you felt your heart rate quicken when she leaned in closer, bringing her hand to your cheek and lifting your chin to look at her.
She smiled fondly down at your pleading expression and you swallowed hard; feeling your cheeks burn and your head dizzy as she cupped your jaw.
Larissa brought her thumb to your lips. Running it over the supple skin, and admiring her view. You were hesitant knowing the consequences, but any continuous thought you had seemed to simply melt away as she touched you.
“Not one soul.”
She pressed her thumb against your lips before slipping it suddenly into your mouth, you took it obediently, groaning in surprise around the digit and began sucking it softly, earning warm praise from above.
“What a good girl” Larissa chuckled, drawing in a breath as she withdrew her thumb, wiping the wet on your cheek and leaning in to replace it suddenly with her tongue.
You didn't have time to react and she kissed you with a fire. Crashing red stained lips against your own, you could almost taste the desire she had for you. Pulling you against her hips and dominating your mouth with her own.
Your fingers grasped at her hair, weaving through perfect white curls as Larissa groaned, her hands moved over your figure, pushing you back against her desk and roaming down your chest to grope your breasts. You whimpered beneath her, pulling away for a split second of air before a lustful grip pulled you back to devour you further.
Her hands moved down. She unbuttoned your skirt, letting the dark fabric fall to the floor and reveal your choice of slim, black panties.
You felt her grin against you, her fingertips traced delicately over the material and you groaned, pulling away from her lips as your breath caught in the back of your throat and you were suddenly aware of how wet she had made you, and the arousal now spreading between your thighs.
“I knew you were wet for me but never this-” Larissa groaned in a low tone, catching her breath as you felt your cheeks burn. Her fingers traced over your growing wetness, and you moaned against her neck as they brushed over your clit, gripping harshly to the wood surface under your nails.
“please-” You could only whine at the sensation
"how cute."
She slipped under the thin waistband of your panties, pulling the damp fabric down your legs and discarding it on her desk behind you as you groaned softly.
You wanted to cover yourself but Larissa parted your thighs quickly, her lips found your neck kissing along your pulse point and sucking the skin lightly; she slipped her fingers through your folds and moaned at feeling how soaked you were for her. Bringing her dominant hand to your clit, stroking and circling the sensitive point as you bit your lip to stop yourself from reacting at the touch;
Your breaths were becoming shallow whimpers and your body was a hot fire, with flames broiling in your abdomen and between your thighs; her lips pulled upwards as she repressed a smirk, moving her hand away from your clit as you immediately missed the contact. Her fingers slipped lower, running over your glistening folds and collecting your arousal as your hips ground against her. You drew in a sharp breath when she met your entrance, circling it idly as you moaned.
“Enjoying this aren’t you?” Larissa spoke, grinning as that velvet tongue pulled you into submission. “Such an obedient girl.”
She knew she had you in complete control. You wanted her inside you and the teasing was agony.
“Please,” you whimpered, “fuck me.”
She suddenly pushed her two fingers inside you. Your head fell back and you gasped wrapping your arms around her neck as she began pumping into you, quickly finding a pace that had you unable to speak; moaning, as your eyes rolled back and the pleasure consumed you.
You could feel your arousal pooling between your legs the more she fucked you, and it wasn’t long before your voice became a series of desperate whines and gasps, moving your hips to meet her hand with each thrust as you felt yourself already getting close.
“Good girl” Larissa praised, feeling her own heat spread at seeing the way you took her, she groaned as your thighs squeezed around her hand, she could simply devour you at the sight. wet lips and innocent eyes. Her thumb moved over your clit spreading your lips gently and drawing quick strokes over it as you groaned deeply.
You might have been embarrassed by the obscene sounds you were making if you weren't so helplessly turned on by her, she curved her thrusts to your sweet spot, fucking you deeper as you felt yourself getting closer and your grip tightening on her shoulders . You could nearly scream at the sensation; moaning against her neck as she worked you, stretching you out and bringing you to the edge.
Her panties were beyond ruined at this point and you could tell as Larissa exhaled in a low tone, you hadn’t seen her like this and it made your throat dry, the lust in her eyes and the grip she had on you;
“I’m gonna- fuck” you cried, feeling yourself close around her fingers you couldn't contain yourself any longer. She whispered something to you in a low tone and you came hard. Shuddering against her as your back arched and head fell against her chest.
Larissa continued to fuck you as she drew out your orgasm, fingering your soaking cunt as you moaned, rubbing quick strokes over your engorged clit until you were pulling her hand away, aching at the sensitivity and she slowed. Her hand stilled and she cupped your pussy, letting you feel your warm cum coating her fingers, you whimpered, too exhausted to speak or think anything other than her.
She let you breathe, pulling you back against her chest. Her spare hand moved to stroke your hair as you came too. She leaned in to kiss your lips again, muttering soft praise to you as her strong perfume made your head feel warm and you wondered if you could stay in her arms forever.
