Heyo!! If Someones Asking For Larissa Requests, Im More Than Happy To Deliver Can I Request One Where

heyo!! if someone’s asking for larissa requests, im more than happy to deliver 😁 can i request one where reader works at weathervane and would constantly flirt with larissa? larissa, thinking it’s reader’s way of messing with her like most normies do, usually just tries to ignore it even though she does secretly find it amusing. then one day they meet when it’s reader’s they off and reader’s jogging and reader tells larissa that they actually do like her and would actually like to take her out. thank you.

Vanilla Latte

Pairing: Larissa Weems x normie!Reader

Word Count: 970

Warning: talking about previous bullying?

A/n: I really love the idea and writing this!! Hope I did it justice!

It hadn't been a very busy day when you had seen her for the first time. All day you had two customers, and slowly you were growing a little annoyed that you had to work. No one would have cared if you had just closed the café.

So as you heard the door open you were actually kind of happy, that you had something to do. And as your eyes fell onto the woman in front of you all was forgotten. That day was a success after all.

She was incredibly tall, elegant, had red lips and fitting red nails. Her eyes were a mesmerising side of icy blue and for a second you forgot how to talk. But it felt like someone distantly said something. And her lips had moved, you were sure of that.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"A vanilla latte with extra cream, please." She repeated her order and smiled politely. But the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Can I get a name for that order?" You looked at her, pen in hand.

"Larissa" A beautiful name, you liked it.

You did try forming a smile, but it probably came our all wobbly and nervous. Of course Larissa had seen you stare, she just thought it was because she's an outcast, and you're a Normie. She was used to it.

"Just a second. You can sit down if you want." She nodded and left to sit down in one of the nearer booth.

As you had finished her order and looked up to call out her name, you had an idea. The earlier smile didn't reach her eyes, but maybe you could give her a smile that would.

With extra love, for the most lovely woman.

You called our her name and as she approached, you turned the cup around, so the writing would face her. Grabbing the coffee, Larissa read what you had written and smiled. That smile did reach her eyes, even though it fell as fast as it came. Still not too bad for the first try.

From that day on, you had taken on the challenge of making her smile. She came in every few days, without routine. But always ordering the same drink. With time, you started preparing it, the second she opened the door.

And you never stopped writing things on the cup or saying something nice when handing her the drink.

"Looking extra beautiful today, Larissa."

For my favourite customer.

And you were successful, every time. She smiled at everything you did, even though she didn't react in any other way. She didn't talk a lot with you, didn't flirt back, rarely said a nearly inaudible, thank you. You thought it was a bit odd but didn't stop, the pretty smile was worth it.

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Of course you were delighted as you saw Larissa across the street on your day off. You had decided to take a quick jog through Jericho as the weather was exceptionally wonderful for a November Day.

You looked left and right before crossing the street and coming to a halt next to Larissa.

"Hey, Larissa. Nice to see you." She looked at you and stopped walking. A shy smile formed on her lips.

"Oh, hello. Isn't that a little cold?" She gestured to your rather thin choice of clothing.

"No, I was jogging. So it's more than enough." She nodded understanding. Neither of you really knew what to say next and Larissa just wanted to say goodbye and turn to leave as some courage shot through you. You grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"I- Would you maybe like to go out with me? Like a date." You looked up at her and saw a shocked face, your heart dropped. Of course not.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I saw that you never acted on my flirting and compliment. I should have known better." You wanted to leave, and it was her turn to stop you.

"Wait, I-. You really like me?" You were confused. Wasn't that clear?

"Of course, I do. I thought the weeks of flirting and the messages on the cups made that obvious." You laughed a little, was she so oblivious?

"Yeah, no, I got that. Of course, but I just thought that, because I'm an outcast you'd just mock me." Mocking? That was definitely the last thing you wanted. All your life people had mocked you, and you knew how much that hurt, you always just wanted to make people happy and feel better.

"You're a what?"

"An outcast. I'm the Principle of Nevermore Academy. Surely you have heard about it?" You had. But you thought it was rather amazing.

"Yes, but I thought it was a school for people with powers of some sort? Like Vampires and Shapeshifters? No?"

"Yes, that's right. But usually people call us outcasts, because we are different, and they don't like that. They're scared of us and mock us." That was horrible. You had never understood why people were always scared of everything they didn't know.

"Well, I don't. I think it's amazing. And I really like you and I want to go on a date with you. Even if you're a werewolf or something like that." Now Larissa laughed. You thought you had seen her eyes smile all these times in the Weathervane, but you had been wrong. This was completely different. Her eyes practically shone, and you felt like the sun had come out. Smiling you just stared at her, utterly in awe.

"What?" She raised an eyebrow at you.

"Nothing, you're just really pretty." Just when you thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she blushed and shyly chuckled.

"So would you go on a date with me?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do." And that's how it started.

request for larissa x fem!reader: they’re in a committed relationship, but get into a fight and are both so stubborn that they don’t talk to each other for a few weeks. then they make up? :)

Stubbornness

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 638

Warning: none I think

A/n: cute, little one shot; hope you like it! <3

"Because you always say you'll change but never act on it! And I'm sick of it."

"Do you even understand that I'm the Principle? I'm not just a teacher, I have much more responsibility and work. This isn't so easy."

"Oh, right. I don't have anything to do. I just sit here all day waiting for you. No, I have a fucking lot to do, but I make time for you, because I care! And this is not the relationship I signed up for." With that you stormed out of her office.

You had both said stupid things, you knew that. There were always two involved in a fight, but there was also always a truth to every fight. And even though you regretted a few comments, you initial point still stood. You wouldn't take it back, and you would definitely don't apologise.

Hardly did you know that Larissa thought the exact same thing. And because you were both extremely stubborn, you held your word.

Literally you did. Two weeks had passed without talking to each other, and slowly you were getting anxious. Anxious that this had ruined your relationship. That maybe your stubbornness was driving your happiness down a cliff right now.

It was like torture seeing Larissa across the room, in the corridor or in conferences. Whenever you caught each other looking at one another, you were fast to look away, pretending you were extremely interested in the trash can next to you. While your heart broke more and more every time.

There were a few moments where you had nearly caved in, but something always got in the way. Someone wanted to talk to you or to her, she left, Wednesday had broken yet another rule, or you just couldn't find Larissa.

But after yet another week of not talking to each other, you decided that stubbornness was really misguided right now. You went on your way, determined that this time nothing would get in-between. To your surprise you ran into Larissa on your way to her.

"I'm sorry." You both said it at the same time, giggling at that. You pulled Larissa into a kiss. God, how you had missed feeling her lips on yours, to feel the warmth of her body, to smell her perfume.

"I think maybe we should talk." She nodded at that and took you back to her office. You sat down on the armchair in front of the fire. Larissa pulled hers closer to you, turned to look at you.

"The things I said, I shouldn't have. I'm sorry, (Y/n). I know that you have a lot of work as well. My mind was just so absolutely caught up in the whole Wednesday-Situation."

"All is forgiven. Even though I still stand with my initial point. You work too much. I don't just mean too much in: we don't spend enough time together, but also in: you're overworking yourself. Essentially I'm just scared for you. You drown in work, and I feel like you can never relax." You grabbed her hand and rubbed circles on the back of her hand. She shot you an apologetic look.

"I know, but I've thought about that and I have come to the conclusion that I'll need an assistant. I want more time with you. I want to feel like I can breathe again." You were happy to hear that, Larissa really needed some release from all the work and stress.

You leaned forward and cupped her face.

"I'm so happy about that, Larissa. And please promise me that something like this won't happen again. We are both too stubborn, I've missed you so much." Soft lips touched yours, and you felt butterflies erupt inside of you. She still made you feel like a crazy teenager after all this time, that you've been together.

Hey, can you write a fanfiction about medicine overdose or something Like this and Larisa (partner) will find us?

Promise me

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 628

Warning: overdose, suicide attempt, depression, mental health problems, angst

A/n: This was a lot of Angst! I don't have any real experience with this matter, so I hope I got it right. Pls if you ever feel like this, search help!!

You had never been really healthy, you supposed the depression had been there since you were little. Because to be honest you couldn't remember not feeling like this.

As you met Larissa and fell in love it had gotten better and therapy had also helped. But for quite some time now you felt empty again. Therapy was just an obligatory thing that you did to please the rest. You didn't feel it helped anymore.

Larissa could feel that you were getting worse again, you knew that. But that just made you feel even worse. She did so much for you, she wanted to help you so bad, but you just felt like a burden. She would have a much easier life without you. Honestly you were just doing her a favour.

Maybe if you died, she could fall in love. With someone less broken, less tiring. She could be happy and carefree.

Those thoughts, those believes were exactly what had brought you here. In front of the bathroom mirror, looking at your own reflection in front of you, not really recognising yourself, pills in hand.

You didn't know how many you needed to actually die. You had never done this before, funny right? There's a first time for everything, and a last.

You had just taken the whole package, reckoning that would be enough.

Now, standing here you actually overthought what you were about to do. Because, let's be real; no one actually wants to die, do they?

They just can't take the pain, the numbness anymore. And they don't want to burden their loved ones. So, you took the pills, with Larissa in mind. You did this for her. You had taken pills all your life, so it wasn't hard. They went down like nothing.

Just after the pills were down someone opened the door. That someone was Larissa. She shouldn't be home yet, this is wrong. She shouldn't see you die.

"(Y/n), I-" her eyes flickered down to the empty package of pills and up to you. Panic filled her eyes. She stumbled forward grabbing your hands, checking if the pills might still be in there. They weren't.

"(Y/n), what have you done? Please don't tell me you took them? Please, no (Y/n). Don't do this to me." In seconds her voice changed from panic to sheer hysteria. You had never heard anything like it in her voice. She grabbed your face and forced you took look at her. What you saw shocked you. It was absolute panic and tears. A lot of them.

This was not what you had wanted, you wanted to make her happy. To release her from the burden that was you. You loved her and in that moment you decided that you would bite through and fight for her.

You fell down on your knees, crawling towards the toilet. Sticking your finger down your throat you threw up. So long that it felt like there couldn't even be any organs left inside of you.

You flushed the toilet and completely exhausted you caved in, held by strong arms. Though she was still crying her heart out, she held you and wiped sweaty strands of hair out of your face.

"Please, (Y/n). Never do that again, I could've lost you." Her voice came out thin, nearly unrecognisable from her usual strong voice.

"What ever is going on, we can get through it together. I promise, I'll always be by your side. Just promise me, to never try that again." You looked up at her, tired and exhausted, but you managed to nod.

"I promise." She let out a sob and pulled you even closer. You had no idea for how long you sat there on the floor just being held by her.

i have a request for Brienne of Tarth! it doesn’t have to be exactly like this or anything, you can change up stuff if you want.

reader is together with brienne. but she’s out all day fighting and stuff. we really miss her so we go to her room and put on one of her shirts, and rest in her room, ending up having a nap while waiting for her. and she comes back later in the day! how would she react and stuff? especially with us having her shirt on. i feel like she would find it cuteee seeing us wearing it🥰

reader wakes up after hearing her come into the room, maybe brienne talking about how her day went and also how much she missed us & how much we missed her aswell. maybe she notices we have her shirt on after she changes out of her armour and looks for a shirt to wear, notices one is gone. she gets changed and when we are cuddling n all that soft stuff, she’s like “is that my shirt?” and you get all like “whaaaat??? of course not-“ but we end up admiting that we missed her so we put it on🥰

Thief

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 614

Warning: none

A/n: I really loved writing this, it's so wholesome. I hope you like it aswell!!

You hated these days. The ones in which you nearly didn't see Brienne at all because she was out all day. Whether it was fighting, accompanying the King or having been sent in missions. You always missed her terribly.

And today was such a day. The only thing that made it worse was that she was actually fighting, and you knew it. Of course, she was incredibly skilled and the best knight of Westeros but still, you couldn't resist worrying.

It was already at dawn when you decided to leave your chamber to go lay in Brienne's bed. You hoped that her scent all around you would calm you. As you entered her room and saw one of her linen shirts neatly folded on a chair you got an idea. You pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head and replaced it with Brienne's linen one.

You crawled into her bed and hid completely under her sheets. And indeed the scent of her all around you, hugging and tucking you in did comfort and calm you. Even so much that you were able to fall into a light sleep.

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A few hours later you were woken by a soft but still strong voice complaining about all the stupid men that thought just because she's a woman they would easily defeat her. You peeked out from under the covers and watched Brienne take of her armour.

She turned around, confused as to why her talking was meet with silence.

"Oh, love I'm so sorry." She hastily approached you kneeled down in front of the bed. She gently stroked your cheek.

"I woke you, didn't I? That wasn't my intention." She smiled apologetic and gave you a quick kiss.

"It's okay, really. I'm just happy that you're back. Come into the bed?" With puppy eyes you blinked at her. She could say no to that, so she finished changing, a little startled that the linen shirt she knew she had folded on the chair wasn't there anymore. But she didn't think twice about it and just grabbed a different one.

Gently she lifted the sheets and crawled in bed behind you. Embracing you from behind and laying a hand on top your stomach to have you as close as possible.

"I missed you, I was really worried." You nuzzled in, leaning in her touch. Happy to have her back and safe with you.

"I know, I missed you to." She planted a gentle kiss on top your hair. While leaning in her touch the sheets uncovered your shoulder and Brienne had a direct view of her shirt.

"(Y/n)?" You were already half asleep again. So instead of an answer you just hummed.

"Is that my shirt?" Your eyes shoot open. A little embarrassed you hid your face in her arm and mildly nodded.

"No?" Brienne let out a slight laugh at that.

"I can see that it's mine, (Y/n)." While smirking, she gently played with your hair and breathed a kiss on it.

"I felt so alone without you and the shirt smells like you so in comforted me." You mumbled nearly inaudibly into her arm. Brienne blushed a little at that. She was still unaccustomed to this kind of love and adoration. But she couldn't deny that she liked it.

"It's okay, love. You can wear my clothes whenever you want. Even though I wouldn't recommend wearing them outside, unless you might want a dress." You had to laugh at her joke and the embarrassed died down. You lifted you head and turned it slightly as to look at her. She kissed you, and you happily fell asleep cuddled into her strong arms.

Can I request a Brienne x reader where the reader is badly hurt and Brienne helps her?

My Protector

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1055

Warning: blood, mentions of throwing up

A/n: Hope you like it!<3

You groaned in pain. This was most definitely not how you had wanted your day to go. Looking down at your arm all you could see was blood. And it didn't seem to stop coming. Your shirt was soaked and the grass beneath you discoloured more and more, while you felt your mind slip away.

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Brienne, Podrick and you had been happily walking through the woods, searching for a place to camp and sleep tonight, when you had been attacked.

Brienne was quick with her sword and immediately reacted, Podrick not so fast hut still skilled had protected you until your horse had decided it didn't quite like what was happening. Your hand was still caught in the reins as it started running away. So, if you wanted or not, you had to follow.

A few metres away from the chaos, you were able to calm the poor thing and tied it to the tree. You just wanted to turn around and look for Brienne and Podrick as you felt a painful sting in your arm. Looking down at it, you saw a hand pulling out a dagger. Your eyes slowly wandered up, meeting wild eyes of a man, probably ready to stab again.

This is how I'll die, you thought. But to your surprise you didn't die. The man's eyes widened, and he fell down, showing Podrick behind him, sword in hand.

He saw your arm and just wanted to say something, but he recognised the look you gave him and fast turned around to keep fighting.

You leaned on the tree and slowly felt yourself slide down. An alarmed face from Podrick, made you look at your arm again. Blood, that was all you saw.

"Brienne!" Podrick called out. The wound probably wasn't even too bad, but you couldn't see blood. So you felt your stomach turn and closed your eyes, concentrating very hard not to thrown up.

"(Y/n)." Brienne's strong voice right next to you made your eyes slowly open. She looked absolutely panicked.

"It's okay, Brienne. I'm awake, I'm just trying very hard not to throw up." Brienne's shoulders sagged down a little in relief. She gently opened your blouse and pulled it off your shoulder, so far down that she exposed the wound.

"You're loosing a lot of blood, but I don't think the wound is very deep. You're lucky." You chuckled, this didn't feel lucky. But you understood, what she meant.

Looking over Brienne's shoulder you saw Podrick leaned against a tree, gasping for air. The men were probably all killed.

Brienne grabbed some water and tore some linen of off one of her shirts, that she had just grabbed from the bag.

"This'll probably hurt a little, but I need to wash and bandage the wound." She looked in your eyes and you nodded slowly. As she poured the water over the wound and carefully put the linen around your arm you hissed. It did hurt. But you couldn't change it. You just clenched your teeth and leaned your head against Brienne's shoulder, closing your eyes, waiting for it to end. As it did, you felt Brienne pull you into a fast hug.

She wasn't one for physical touch but in that moment she felt a wave of guilt wash over her, and she just needed to feel you close, as to convince herself that you were indeed still alive and here with her. She would never admit it, but she felt responsible for you and Pod, and you meant something to her. You were probably the closest thing she had to a family.

"Can you stand up?" You nodded and leaned on her to support yourself. With ease, she picked you up and sat you on top the horse.

"You'll take the horse. I'll guide it, we won't camp here. Come on, Podrick." Brienne untied the reins, and together you left the corpses.

You walked for another hour, or maybe it were two. You weren't exactly sure as you nodded off in-between. But in the end you had found a nice little clearing between some opaque trees and set up the camp.

It was a warm night, so as your arm hurt and sleep didn't come you decided to leave the tent and enjoy the warm, silent night. As you stepped out, you saw you weren't alone. Brienne also sat outside, nothing more than a shirt and linen pants on.

She looked at you with tired eyes.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" You joked while sitting down next to her. She stayed quiet, not daring to look at you.

Concerned you looked at her, gently laying your hand on her thigh. She wasn't the most talkative person, but she was never this quiet.

"Brienne, what's wrong?" Her answer was so quiet, you wouldn't have heard I'd, you didn't sit right beside her. Her voice was unrecognisable like this.

"I'm sorry."

"What do you mean? There is nothing to be sorry about." She angrily stood up and turned her back to you.

"Yes, there is. I should have protected you better." Only then did you realise she blamed herself for what had happened today. But that was ridiculous.

Slowly you stood up and approached her from behind, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"Brienne, please turn around." To your surprise she did. Immediately, albeit slowly.

"What happened is not your fault. You protected me, you couldn't have done anything more." Her eyes were glossy, and a stray tear found its way down her cheek.

"Then I didn't protect you enough. You were hurt, because I wasn't fast enough, not good enough." With your healthy arm, you dried her tear and forced her to look at you. With a slightly angry expression you answered.

"This is ridiculous, Brienne. If it wasn't for you, I would probably be dead. It's just a slight wound. It'll heal, and the scare will forever remind me of the best time in my life. The first time in my life, in which I'm actually free and happy. So I forbid you to say such stupid things." You smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. After Brienne had calmed down, you two sat down watching the stars for a bit until you eventually dozed of. And that's how Podrick found you in the morning.

April Fools (Sex Pollen) ~Principal Larissa Weems x Fem teacher!reader

The Sex Pollen troupe is always so fun, and I hadn’t seen it with Larissa Weems yet so here ya go…

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, eating out aka oral sex, overstimulation, desperation, sex pollen, etc.

1.5 words

Enjoy (;

It was April 1st and you had just finished your last divination class of the day. On Fridays, you only had morning classes, so you were free for the rest of the afternoon and day.

You considered yourself extra lucky today, because you hadn’t been the target of any April Fools Pranks and were hoping to keep that streak for the rest of the day. You decided that with your afternoon, you’d go down to the weathervane for a relaxing and warm drink. You closed up your classroom and made your way through the school.

As you were about to go down your final flight of stairs, you noticed Principal Weems tugging on her door in frustration.

“You alright there Larissa?” You called to her. Most of the staff were on good, first name terms and were friendly to each other. You immediately clicked with Larissa, the first day you met her.

Larissa looked back to find you with a look of puzzlement and concern on your face. “Ah no…” she began, slightly out of breath, “It appears my door won’t open…” She chuckled, “It’s probably some student’s April Fools Prank on me.”

“Here, let me see…” you offered, even though Larissa was probably twice as strong as you. You tugged on the door but it wouldn’t budge.

“Maybe if we try together?” You suggested, thinking how you could get this stuck door opened.

“Sure.” Larissa said. Now, you both tugged really hard on the handle and boom! the door swung open with a yellow-greenish explosion.

Larissa went straight through the foggy yellow mist and into her office, as you still stumbled backwards from the explosion.

“Wait Larissa!” You tried to stop her, but she had already gone into her office. You quickly got up and realized that the cloud from the explosion was gone. You entered the office, instinctively closing the door behind you.

The office was absolutely fine. No pranks.

“What was that?” You asked Larissa, who was still inspecting her office for possible pranks.

“I assume a students work. They must have created a trigger system for when the door opened that a bag of yellow smoke was to explode.” Larissa answered.

Content with her sweep of the room, Larissa sat down at her desk with a sigh.

You sighed as well, “Kids, I guess…”.

“Yes…” Larissa chuckled in response.

“Hey, I was gonna go down to the weathervane for a coffee if you want to join? Maybe you’ll escape any future pranks for the day” you asked her.

But you didn’t get a response from Larissa. You looked to her confused, and found her up from her chair with her hands on her desk as she was deep breathing.

You immediately became concerned, “Hey, are you oh… ohhh…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, as a warm flash hit you.

You grabbed the nearest chair for support. It was like a fire raging through your veins. Your heart race picked up causing a sharp turn to breathlessness.

“Oh God.” You winced, as the pain built, your clothes beginning to feel as if they were burning your skin.

“Fuck…” Larissa mumbled.

You looked up to her and found that she looked like to be in the same excruciating state of being.

Except she was definitely handling it way better than you were.

Now, you found that you couldn’t keep your eyes of her. What was happening?!

The thoughts of which you kept for your own private time began to invade your mind in vivid imagery. Images of you and Larissa. Images of you and Larissa doing extremely innapropriate acts for a boss and their employee

But your mind couldn’t help it. You knew you were attracted to her. Because damn was she a thing of beauty.

But you would never act on it, as that would be highly innapropriate.

Your dangerous game of thoughts were interrupted by an elicited grunt from Larissa. You then realized you had been staring at her.

She was also getting worse.

Her knuckles had turned white gripping the desk, like yours on the chair. You wanted those hands all over you.

Her breathing was erratic. You wanted those lips all over, marking you.

You could see her legs slightly trembling, nothing compared to your wobbly, already given out weak knees but still you wanted those legs crushing your head as you made that woman scream in ecstasy.

You wanted her so badly.

No, You needed her so badly.

Finally, Larissa looked up to meet your eyes.

Her eyes were glossy, filled with pain and desperation.

And that’s what did it. That’s what made you lose it.

Fuck…

You crashed into her desperately, your needy lips meeting hers.

This was wrong. It was a mistake. But you didn’t care anymore.

And you knew Larissa was thinking the same exact thing. At first, she hesitated to sink into your kiss and embrace, but it wasn’t long before she couldn’t hold on any longer and her mouth was fully on yours and her hands were desperately grabbing your hair, waist, face, just anything she could do to hold on to you, to quench her starved self and touch you.

You sloppily kissed her, eventually penetrating her mouth with your tongue, eliciting a moan from Larissa. You moaned in response as you both tongue fucked in the worlds most desperate and sloppy kiss.

Needing more, you pushed Larissa into her chair and straddled her.

She instinctively bucked her hips up to yours, and you began grinding down on her. Along with a heavenly string of moans, Larissa responded by kissing and marking your neck and shoulder. You moaned in response.

“I need more, please more…” Larissa whimpered through her moans of your grinding acts.

You looked into her lustful, fiery eyes and kissed her. Then, you unstraddled yourself from her, eliciting a whimper from Larissa’s lips.

You knelt right by her legs and began to roll up her dress. When Larissa realized what you were doing, she moaned and encouraged you with strings of begging off her tongue.

Eventually, you got her legs fully open and accessible. And in that moment, nothing looked more perfect and beautiful than the woman above you begging to to eat her fucking, wet cunt out.

You couldn’t help but oblige. You delved into her heat, lapping her up desperately. Larissa’s moans got louder and her voice more and more breathless.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum” Larissa mewled. You responded by attacking her cunt faster and harder. As she reached her climax, screaming in pleasure, legs crushing your head, hands in your hair, you lapped up all her juices greedily.

You helped her steady her breathing and gracefully come down from her orgasm.

You looked up to Larissa in desperation and whimpered. Larissa was quick to act and picked you up from the ground, kissing you hardly, making you the one moaning needily.

“Your turn…” Larissa whispered lustfully. She placed you on top of her desk and scrunched your skirt up as high possible.

Your hips bucked in anticipation and need, as she opened your legs. Larissa licked her lips at the sight of your dripping wet cunt. She spent no second waisted and immediately started exploring and tonguing your folds. A flood of delicious moans rolled off your tongue, as Larissa ate you out ferociously.

“Fuck please, Larissa…” you whimpered, “So good… ‘m gonn’ cum” you slurred out.

“Cum love, cum for me” Larissa begged as she added her finger to your clit.

You howled her name in pleasure as her tongue and fingers brought you over the edge. You’d never had had an orgasm before like that. It left you truly breathless. It left your legs harshly trembling.

You both slowly put yourselves together. Lastly, Larissa have you one more kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

Just as you parted, there was knock on the door. You gasped and quickly made your way back to the other side of the desk as if nothing had happened.

“Come in.” Larissa stated, as she sat down to pretend like she was doing something.

Marilynn Thornhill entered the room. “So sorry to interrupt Principal Weems, but it seems that’s someone has taken my Floraeamoreardere plant.

“You’re what?” You questioned, interjecting yourself.

She sighed, “It’s more commonly called the sex pollen plant. Its pollen is a highly potent, yellow dust which spikes the intakers sex drives up by like 1000%. I don’t know the exact math, but the point is that a student should not have something that powerful.”

You looked by to Larissa in shock, to see her face expressing the same thing:

Oh Fuck… That’s what had happened…

Marilynn continued, “I mean imagine what could happen if that was used on someone at the school!”

You bit your lip, trying to cover your smirk.

Oh you knew…

You both knew very well…