Request For Larissa X Fem!reader: Theyre In A Committed Relationship, But Get Into A Fight And Are Both

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.

Hi there. Literally just refreshed the Larissa tag and saw that you wanted some requests. Would you write a Larissa x reader where Larissa has a strict no dating coworkers rule, but when Nevermore hires a new teacher (reader) she can’t help but love how reader is so sweet. But when reader asks her out, she still says no though reluctantly. Reader just accepts it and tries to be as positive as she usually is. But after a weekend night out with friends, reader drunkenly confronts Larissa and the day after they talk about it and Larissa tells reader that she can’t help her feelings anymore either.

No Dating-Rule

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2486

Warning: Alcohol

A/n: This got pretty long but I loved the idea and I really loved writing it!!!

Every rule had a reason. Larissa had made the "Not dating Co-workers"-Rule because in the past dating Co-workers had led to problems. But a rule could still be annoying. Even when the use for it was clear and reasonable.

And recent events made it very hard for Larissa to not overthrow the rule.

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After the undeniable chaos that had visited Nevermore in the last school year, a new botanical teacher was necessary. So right before the new school year was about to start Principle Weems invited a few applicants for the job and spend her precious time talking to one after another. No one could fulfil her expectations and as she already thought it was useless she heard a light knock at the door.

The door opened and you stepped in. She was immediately smitten by you, but she forbid those thoughts and buried them deep inside of her.

"Principle Weems? I'm sorry, I'm a bit late. Do you still take applicants?" The Principle nodded and gestured for you to sit down. All throughout the conversation you couldn't help but stare into her beautiful ice-blue eyes.

Larissa was impressed by your qualification. You had never taught at a school before, but she looked over that. You seemed incredibly kind, patient and gentle. Perfect qualities for a teacher. You had studied botanic and science and seemed passionate about the topic. You were the perfect fit for the school.

"I'll just have one more question. Even though I am very sure already that you will be our new botanical teacher." You smiled excitedly. The school seemed wonderful, and you had just heard positive things. Working here would be a dream come true. You nodded as to show her that she could ask.

"You are and outcast as well, right? Could I ask what sort of outcast you are?" You gently smiled at her.

"I'm a psychic with telekinetic powers." To show her you lifted her cup, let it flow in the air for a few seconds and carefully let it down again. Principle Weems followed the cup and then looked at you smiling impressed. These kinds of powers would always be an impressing mystery to her.

"Well, that will be no problem. You have the job, Ms. (Y/l/n). If you want, I can show you your room, and then you could move in the next few days?" You thankfully nodded and followed her out of her office through a few corridors until you stood in front of a door. On the way there you couldn't help yourself, your eyes wandered up and down her elegant form a few times before you caught yourself and a voice in your head scolded you.

She opened the door and let you in. The room was perfect. It had a big window, so it was very bright and full of sunlight. Right next to the window was a little door that led onto a small balcony. There would be enough space for all of your books and a wide area for grading papers and preparing classes.

"It's wonderful. Thank you, Principle Weems." You gladly smiled at her before you turned to look at the room one more time.

"Oh, please call me Larissa." Larissa. You liked that. It was a pretty name for a pretty woman.

"It suits you, Larissa. But please call me (Y/n) then." She nodded to let you know that she would.

After having said goodbye to Larissa you went to your car and left for home. You still had to pack some things. Larissa constantly on your mind.

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A few days later you had fully moved in and found your way around the school as far as it was necessary for you to attend the classes. You knew where the greenhouse was, where the teachers room, the Principle's office and your room was. That needed to be enough for the start. Surely you would find your way around better when the school year started.

And you did. Once all the students were there you needed to walk through the school much more and after a few weeks you were sure that you knew every room and every corridor possible.

The work with the kids made you happier than ever, and you just knew that becoming a teacher was the best decision you made. With time, you realised that you were having an unquestionable crush on Larissa.

She was so very kind to you at the beginning of the year. She showed you around and always came up to you to ask how you were settling in. She was truly interested in her staff's wellbeing.

In conferences, you often had problems concentrating. For some weird reason you were being placed directly next to Larissa in every meeting. Her sheer presence and the warmth of her body made you nervous. The slight touches of your arms and the smiles she gave you whenever you looked at her made your thoughts wander to places that were not appropriate for a teachers conference. Whenever she talked you simply stared at her lips following every word she said like all depended on it. The view of her towering over you or a student that had broken a rule and needed to be punished made your knees weak and warmth spread between your legs.

So after a few weeks of silently observing her you decided to ask her out on a date. Asking couldn't hurt, right? Oh, how wrong you were.

It did hurt. A lot.

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It was a Saturday and you obviously didn't have any classes. So you got in the car and drove down to Jericho to buy some of your favourite flowers. You hoped Larissa would like them too, but mainly they were just for good luck.

A small bouquet of Lilac flowers in the nicest shade of purple in you hand you approached Larissa's office door and gently knocked.

You stepped in and walked towards her desk. She lifted her head and smiled gratefully for a break in-between work. You read the smile as a good omen.

"I have brought you flowers, I hope you like them. They're my favourites." You nervously gave her the flowers which she took with a bright smile on her face. She took in the wonderful scent they had before looking at you again.

"They are wonderful. They aren't my favourites, but they certainly have a similar name." Before she could go on you cut her off.

"Lilies." She nodded smiling. You would definitely remember that for the future.

"I did also want to ask you something. Would you, maybe, I mean this could be a really stupid idea, but I thought... Maybe you'd like to go out on a date with me?" You looked at Larissa with hope in your eyes but as you saw her smile fade it was clear she would reject you.

It broke Larissa's heart to see the hope in your eyes and to know that she would have to reject you. She really wanted to say yes, but how could she be an example for the staff if she broke her own rules? No, she couldn't say yes.

She stood up and approached you standing right in front of you she put her hand on your shoulder. With an apologetic smile she answered.

"I'm flattered, really. But I'm afraid I have to say no. My apologies." You tried to smile really hard, but you could feel that your eyes began to water.

"No worries, I'll survive. Hope you like the flowers though." Before she could say anything else you fled the room. It was all too much, the rejection and the kind look in her eyes together with the hand on your shoulder. You just couldn't take it. The instance you stepped into your room, the tears were unstoppable.

And this was the only time you allowed yourself to cry. To really, fully cry. You knew it was stupid, she was your boss. Of course, she would say no, what did you expect?

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The next days hurt, but you were used to pretending. You had done it way too much growing up, so you just put up a happy facade whenever you left your room. You were kind and patient as always, joked with your co-workers and students as always and as always your students could count on you holding interesting and funny classes. No one suspected a thing. Except for Larissa.

Whenever she came near you, you would get nervous and forget your thoughts. You would avoid her and in the meetings and conferences, you still sat next to her, but you weren't glued to her lips anymore, and you tried to not touch her arms anymore. She did notice all of that.

Because what you didn't know was that she liked you. At least as much as you liked her. And it killed her every day. She wanted to overthrow her rule so badly, but she was also a stubborn woman. For multiple years she insisted on this stupid rule, she could just give in now for a stupid crush.

Is that what it was? A stupid crush? She quickly came to realise that it was much more than that.

She missed the glances and touches in conference, she missed the jokes you threw at her while walking past her. She missed you.

The straw that broke the camel's back was you turning up on her doorstep one night after a night out with some friends. Drunk.

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You had taken some friends out to distract yourself a bit, and you may have had one too much. In other words you were totally wasted.

So after having stumbled up the stairs without breaking a bone, you should have really gotten a price for that, you found yourself walking straight to Larissa's room. Assuming that she was already asleep you knocked rather loudly.

Thinking someone had died, or a student had broken uncountable rules Larissa, still awake, rushed to the door and threw it open. She had rushed to the door so fast, she didn't even put on a coat over her night gown.

Surprised at the spend in which the door had been opened you just stared at her for a second. You didn't have your thoughts straight yet. As straight as they could get anyway.

But the view wasn't too bad, so you didn't complain. Her night gown was just as elegant as the rest of her and her usual clothes. It was sage green and made out if the thinnest satin you had ever seen. You could definitely see more than you were supposed to. As Larissa also understood that she quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"(Y/n), how can I help you?" Your eyes flickered back up to her face, also a nice view.

"Well, firstly you're hot. You know that? Very hot, wouldn't mind you wearing that gown more often." You winked at her in a way that would have normally made you throw up out of disgust but, as mentioned, you were absolutely wasted. You really shouldn't do that again.

"But I actually wanted to tell you that, I really tried being happy and like getting over you, you know? But I don't think that works, ..., I always think about you, even right now. Funny, huh?" You were talking absolute nonsense. It was like all your normal eloquence had left you. Larissa carefully listened with a poker face to die for. Even though in her inside it looked way different. Her heart was beating faster than healthy, that was clear, and your compliments had made her blush just in the slightest.

"So to get to the point. I think I might never be happy again, without you, you know? Yeah, that was all, I think." With that you just turned around and left, leaving a very confused Larissa alone in the dark corridor.

Sleep was the last thing Larissa thought about that night. While you had fallen asleep the second your head hit the pillow, she lay awake the whole night. Contemplating a lot of decisions she had made in the past.

In the morning as her alarm set off, and she was still awake, she was determined to change some things, so she quickly got dressed and rushed out of her room.

It was a Sunday and at that time in the morning every student was fast asleep. So she didn't meet anyone and in less than a minute she stood in front of you room and knocked. Nothing. She knocked again. Again nothing. Maybe you were also still asleep?

But she saw light inside the room, the curtains had to be opened. You were awake.

She opened the door and stepped inside. You weren't there. Not in bed. Not at your desk. But as her eyes roamed the room they fell on a figure standing on the balcony. She closed the door and quietly walked to you.

Without saying a word she leaned on the railing of the balcony and looked into the sky. She wanted to wait if you would start to talk.

"I do remember what happened last night, just if you were wondering. And I won't take one thing I said back." You didn't look at her. You couldn't, afraid it would just hurt you more.

"I can't keep doing this." Now you had to look at her. And what you saw was different from what you had expected. She looked ... sad?

"What?"

"Dance around each other, pretend I am not madly in love with you. What you said yesterday it- I feel the same, even though I have never felt like this with anyone before. And it scared me, but I learned to accept it. I feel like I need you to function. I'm lost without you, like a part of me is missing." She looked at you too now.

"When I rejected you, that wasn't because I didn't like you. I already liked you at that point. But a few years ago I made a rule that no one was allowed to date their co-workers, because we had some problems with that. I didn't want to overthrow my own rule and set a bad example. But I can't live like this, it'll break me sooner or later." You didn't let her say anything else. You hastily grabbed the collar of her coat and pulled her down. The kiss was far from perfect, it was sloppy, fast and harsh. But neither of you cared.

As you pulled away Larissa put her forehead against yours and breathed heavily.

You just had to laugh, you were too happy. Larissa started laughing as well, and you threw your arms around her neck pulling her into a hug.

Everything was good now, aside from the massive hangover you still had maybe.

Can I request a drunk reader on New Year and getting all flirty and dancing around with Larissa <3

That’s me now

Dance Floor

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 706

Warning: alcohol

A/n: So I pushed this a little forward to not post this days after New Year, hope you like it!

It wasn't long until the clock would strike twelve o'clock and the year would be over. Honestly this had been the best year of your life. You had started to work your dream job, found your passion in helping the kids, found amazing friends and fell in love. That last bit did cause a few problems, as it was your boss, but you felt that she might like you too.

You had never talked about the matter, but there was some kind of unresolved tension between you. A good sort of tension. Larissa was flirting constantly, and you showered her with presents. You knew her favourite flowers and always brought her new ones. If you happened to go to Jericho, you always brought her coffee order. That was just the difference between you, she was flirty and open, you were shy and sweet.

But that was the rule for sober (Y/n). Drunken you was a whole different story. You could get unusually bold. Very bold.

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It was New Year's Eve and Larissa had organised a staff party for everyone who was still in Nevermore. Some of your colleague had gone home over the holiday, but most stayed. The evening had been an absolute delight. The food was amazing. Your friend and colleague Aden put on the music, and he hit exactly your taste in music. And the alcohol was exquisite, maybe you did have a little too much of that. But who cares? It's a party.

You were enjoying yourselves, dancing and laughing together. But as you spun, your eyes landed on Larissa. She stood at the side of the dance floor observing the rest. You knew she probably chose to not dance, but it stung your heart as it felt like she was being left out. That needed change, fast.

You boldly approached her and, taking her hand, pulled her with you onto the dance floor. That worked surprisingly easy, but that was probably just because she hadn't expected you to drag her. Normally she was much stronger than you.

"(Y/n), can I ask, what do you think you are doing?" She raised an eyebrow at you, standing in the middle of the floor, making no effort to dance.

"You looked so alone. You should be integrated! Also, I really want to dance with you." You smirked at her and laid your hand on her waist. For a second she stiffened but as you started moving to the music she slowly relaxed and even started moving too.

"Move your hips, come on. It'll look bomb." You gently forced her hips to swing some more with your hands. And to your surprise she obeyed. It did indeed look bomb.

Larissa pulled you closer, your bodies pressed against one another and leaned down a little. Her mouth right next to your ear, she whispered: "Do you like that, Darling. Seeing me swing my hips for you?" She put on a flirtatious, even seductive tone. It made your knees weak and for a moment you felt like you would cave in, but Larissa's arms held you. She let out a deep, breathy laugh at that. God, everything about her was just so hot.

You tuned around, leaning your back against her and pulling her hands up to your front. You perfectly bend into the curve of her body, pushing your ass into her, while still swaying your hips. You heard a low moan right next to your ear, that made you smirk. Her hands wandered up a little until they stopped right on top your breasts. Her hands were covered by the hem of your jacket, so she got even bolder and started kneading them lightly. You let your head fall onto her chest. This must be what heaven feels like, you thought.

You stayed like this, dancing together, fully intertwined with one another until you heard the others around you counting down from ten. The New Year's Countdown.

Larissa turned you to look at her and bend down to nibble on your ear.

"Would you like to be my New Year's kiss?" She pulled back a little as to see your face and right as the countdown went to zero you crashed your lips onto hers.

Can I please request a Larissa Weems x Daughter

Who is a bit of an airhead like me! If Larissa said paint the town red as a metaphor reader will go try paint the town red literally to try and make her mother happy.

Airhead

Pairing: Larissa Weems x daughter!reader

Word Count: 947

Warning: none I think

A/n: I really liked this idea and I've taken your example with the "paint the town red". Hope you like it!!! <3

All you wanted was to make your mother happy. At all times. Ever since you were eight years old and your mum had left the two of you. Larissa, of course, was a strong woman. She bit her way through the pain to be there for you, but you saw her weak moments. The moments no one else saw in which she thought it wouldn't work, she was being a terrible mother, or she would be alone forever.

So the little eight-year old (Y/n) made it her mission to make her mother happy, no matter the cost. The only problem was just that you could be quite mindless at times, some would say you're an airhead. You weren't stupid, not at all. Your grades were amazing, you could explain hard science with an ease, but you were rather life-stupid. If that's what you could call it. You took everything too literal and sometimes questioned your mother about basic things. How do you use a coffee machine again?

So often your mother told you things, metaphorically, and you took it absolutely literally.

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Just last week your mother had told you about something she was very passionate about and jade used the idiom "It's the best thing since sliced bread." You were bad with idioms and metaphors in general, you had no chance with British ones.

"Mum, I'm not sure sliced bread is that great. So doesn't seem like you're as passionate about it as you claim." Larissa loved you, but sometimes she could kill you.

"(Y/n), I didn't mean that literally. It's an idiom in England." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, sorry mum." She chuckled, slightly amused at your mindlessness.

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And that's how you had gotten yourself in this rather stupid situation.

You're mum had talked to you, she said you would spend too much time at home. Truth be told you didn't like going out and rather spend time with her. But she wanted you to leave and said, I quote: "Go paint the town red or something.". And with that she had shoved you out the door.

You did think it was a little strange that she wanted you to paint the town red, but if it made her happy, you'd do it.

Right in the middle of painting the town red (Yeah, you were that stupid) a very nice lady came up to you and introduced herself as Aviva.

"Could I ask, how old exactly are you and why on earth are you painting the wall." She chuckled a bit, you liked her. She didn't scold you for it, she was just being nice. But the age question did hurt. You were 16, you just looked like a 12-year-old. So you told her, and you also told her what your mum had said.

"Darling, I don't think she meant that literally."

"Oh crap, I already thought something like that." Aviva laughed and thought for a second.

"Do you want me to call your mum? You have paint all over you, I think you'd better don't touch a phone." Embarrassed you looked down your body and at your hands. Apparently you also couldn't paint.

"That would be really nice." You told her where your phone was, and she called Larissa.

While waiting for your mum, Aviva helped you clean up the wall. Thankfully you hadn't come very far, most of the paint had found its way onto you. Aviva had also given you her number, if you'd ever need someone to call in town.

As your mum arrived, you knew she was angry just by the way she got out of the car. She did spare you the humiliation of yelling at you in front of Aviva, but as you sat in the car, doors closed and Aviva out of sight she wasn't to stop.

"What have I done wrong? Why can't you just be a normal child, doing normal teenage-stuff. Other mothers pick up their child in the middle of the night, wasted. I have to pick you up because you painted a wall red, how old are you? Eight?" That hit hard, you were eight when you decided to make her happy. She wasn't happy, at all. And it was your fault.

"I'm sorry, mum." Your voice came out thin through the silent tears. At that she finally looked at you, shocked that you were crying.

"Honey, come here. I'm sorry for what I said, I was too harsh." You shook your head.

"It's not that, you're right. I do act like a child, but I just wanted to make you happy. When mum left," hurt flashed through her eyes. You didn't talk about this often, "I decided that I wanted to make you happy, always. And in my eight-year-old brain that meant doing whatever you said, if it made you happy. And I know I take things to literal, but I just always want to make you laugh. After mum-, after she left I didn't see you laugh a lot." Larissa was stunned, she never knew there was so much thought behind your mindlessness. She was also very moved.

"Oh Darling, thank you. I'm very moved that you'd do that for me, but it's not your job to make me happy. You should focus on your own happiness." You smiled at her.

"But I'm happy, if you're happy. And please don't force me to go out again, I'd much rather spend my time with you. You're my best friend." Larissa had to blink away a few tears.

"I have done nothing wrong with you, you turned out quite alright." You chuckled into her chest, having been pulled into a tight hug.

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If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

larissa x teacher!readerrrr

larissa teasing you about your height. likee she’s talking, and you have to look up at her to look her in the eyes, and she gets turned on by you looking up at her like that. she’s like “stop doing that” “don’t look at me” while blushing. and you’re like ??????? huh. because you literally have no idea what you’re doing wrong. but then she confesses and- yeah. 🥰

Good girl

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 718

Warning: NSWF, 18+, fingering, praise kink?

A/n: So this took a little bit of a smutty turn in the end, bust I just felt it quite fitting. Hope you agree!

It wasn't a surprise that you were way shorter than Larissa. Everyone was shorter than her. But some people were lucky enough to just be a little shorter, you on the other hand were a lot shorter. Which led to you nearly snapping your neck every time she stood in front of you. But the view was just too nice to not look.

Usually Larissa teased you about your height. Made joking comments about it or used you as an armrest. You loved it, because you always had her close, and she was touching you in some way.

The last few weeks though, she did it less. She Still joked about it, but she seemed to be nervous all the time. You were a little worried that you had done something wrong.

So when she approached you, while you were leaning on a wall you were quite happy, that she didn't avoid you completely. She stopped right in front of you, opened her mouth and closed it again. You raised an eyebrow at that, looking up at her ready to get out a cocky comment.

"Stop doing that." You were utterly confused. What had you done wrong? Still looking at her your mind rattled through every encounter you had with the Principle, desperate to find the problem.

"Don't look at me!" Your eyes hushed over her face, seeing a blush creep up her neck and graze her cheeks. She was flustered. But why?

"What's wrong? I haven't done anything?" It took all in Larissa to look you in the eyes. She was quite embarrassed of what she was about to confess.

"No, you haven't but I- oh, this is really embarrassing. I get really turned on if you look up at me like this. And we are in a corridor where students walk as soon as classes are over, I can't get horny here." That was not what you expected. At all. You had no idea of the effect you had on Larissa. But, that was something you could easily use to tease her in the future.

"Well, is that so. Are you turned on by me?" You grinned seductively. Larissa blushed even more at that, if that was even possible. She shyly nodded, and you grabbed her wrist dragging her into an empty classroom, locking the door behind you.

"Well, no one will see us here. No you can be horny." You pushed her to sit on top of the teacher's desk. Hastily you pushed her dress up, getting a little exited yourself as you saw her already soaked underwear. She desperately spread her legs for you, and you took a step forward.

Your hand fast found its way into the panties. Trying to mute the moan that slipped out of her as your fingers connected with her clit, you crashed your lips on hers.

Larissa supported herself with a hand on the desk behind her. Her other hand landed around your neck, pulling you as close as possible to her.

Your fingers rubbed her clit fast and as you felt her closer to the edge, you inserted two fingers into her wet cunt and rubbed her clit with the palm of your hand. Your other hand held her face between your fingers directed right to look at you. You wanted to see her face when she came for you.

"Are you close, love?"

"Oh god, yes. Please I need-" you slowed the movements down a little. Looking at her expectantly.

"What do you need? Use your words."

"Ah, I need you. Please, move faster." So you did, you quickened the pace and inserted a third finger.

"(Y/n), please can I come? I can't take it." Larissa was a moaning mess under your touch, you liked it.

"Oh, what a good girl. Yes, you may come."

Good girl. That was it, no one ever called her a good girl. All her previous partner expected her to be the dominant one, because she was taller. But all she wanted was to be dominated and being called a good girl was the tip of the iceberg.

Groaning and calling your name she came all over your finger. You pulled her close and let her ride out the orgasm.

"We should do this more often."

"Yeah, I suppose we should."