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night terror

🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. As much as you love being a mother, you think some of your favorite moments might just happen when the kids are asleep. Seeing Seungcheol with Hana and Daehyun is one of the great joys of your life, but you have needs too, and after a long day, you really need something to help you relax.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, bathroom sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, praise, fingering, blow job, deep throating, mentions of masochism, loud sex, your kid hearing you scream during sex and then your husband lies to her and says it's night terrors when really it's him - he's the night terror, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.2k

🍭 aus. rich businessman cheol, husband cheol, established relationship, father cheol, stay at home mom reader, etc…

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There had been a time in his life when Seungcheol had thought he might never settle down. As a busy businessman, he’d never been able to comprehend how it would be possible to factor a wife - let alone children - into his schedule. But then, one summer afternoon, he’d met you, and all his fears had vanished.

His previous relationships had been marred with accusations about his lack of making time, and he’d been ready to repeat the same issues with you. However, the conflicts never came. You were a strong, capable, young woman, and as the first months of you flew by blissfully, Seungcheol had realized you accepted him for him, work and all. If anything, distance made the heart grow fonder, and when you were together, you both gave each other your complete attention, nurturing the relationship in a way that he’d never had a relationship truly nurtured before. 

Six months in, he’d asked you to marry him, and it was the most confident he’d ever been with a decision in his entire life. When you’d gotten pregnant, only a short while after your honeymoon, the two of you had sat down to discuss what being parents would look like. You’d both been committed to giving your children the best lives possible going forward, and - knowing he’d be around less than a dad with a different, less demanding job - Seungcheol had asked if you’d be interested in the stay-at-home life.

It’s been five years since then, and there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where Seungcheol has questioned his decisions with you. He comes home at erratic times in the evening, but he always finds you excelling at motherhood. 

He truly doesn’t know how you do it and make it look easy. You have such a gentle way with not only the kids, but him as well, and he almost feels as if you were meant for this role. You’re a caregiver, through and through, and Seungcheol thinks he must be one of the luckiest men in the whole world to be able to fulfill the provider counterpart. 

It’s a Monday evening, and he’s managed to get off work early. When he arrives at your large family home, he follows the sound of giggles to the kitchen. This room has been the heart of your house ever since the kids were old enough to follow you around it like ducklings, watching you cook with eyes full of wonder - he thinks they must get that trait from him at least. 

He leans against the wall while he watches you, taking in the vision in front of him. It’s mac and cheese night, a long-held tradition in your household, wherein you help the kids make the base, and allow them to choose their favorite toppings to go in the ramekins before oven baking. 

The elder of your children, Daehyun, is more adventurous, and it looks like you’re helping him saute a pan of mushrooms on the gas stove top. Even while dealing with the hot element, and a little boy grabbing at your apron while teetering on his cooking step stool, you’re giving just as much attention to your youngest. 

Hana is the apple of Seungcheol’s eye, and - bless her heart - she’s a cheese fiend. There must be five different kinds of cheese on the counter, and you’re softly talking to her while she struggles to grate a small block of what looks to be gruyere. 

“You’re doing so well,” you tell your daughter. “Give mommy just a moment and she’ll help you grate the last of it. I don’t want you hurting your hands.”

“Okay, mama,” Hana nods, setting the cheese down before leaning over to watch you stir the pan. 

“Do you want to try a mushroom, sweetheart?” you ask, picking one out of the pan to taste for yourself. “They’re very good.”

Hana’s always been better at trying new things if you or Seungcheol go first, and the businessman finds himself smiling while he watches the soft moment.

“Okay,” Hana says, but she doesn’t sound too sure. 

“It’s a little hot, so I’m going to put it on the cutting board to cool before either of you taste it, okay?” You lift a few mushrooms from the sizzling pan, setting them down and gently blowing away the steam. “Let me know if these are good, Daehyun, or if you’d like me to cook them a little longer to make them more crispy.”

The three of you are so wrapped up in your own little world, and Seungcheol supposes the soft classical music in the background had drowned out the sound of his footfalls as he’d approached. He decides it’s a good time to make his presence known, so he moves into the room, coming to stand on the other side of the island countertop.

“Look at you three chefs,” he muses.

“Daddy!” His children scream, with Daehyun jumping from his stool to run around the table and hug Seungcheol around the waist. Hana, meanwhile, still needs help getting down from the steps, and Seungcheol watches you lift the small child to set her on the floor so she can join her brother on the other side of Seungcheol. 

“It smells good,” Seungcheol tells you, smiling at you as he rubs the backs of his children.

“We were just trying mushrooms!” Daehyun announces, releasing Seungcheol in favour of running to you to grab the food before dashing back to his dad, holding his hand out. 

Seungcheol accepts the mushroom, and he tries it, letting out an embellished groan. “These are great,” he says, which prompts both children to try them too.

“Perfect!” Daehyun agrees.

Seungcheol watches you turn off the heat under the pan, moving to finish grating the gruyere for Hana. “How was work, my love?” you ask.

“Fine,” he sighs, not wanting to think about his job in a moment like this. “I couldn’t miss mac and cheese night. How were things around here?”

“Hana, why don’t you tell daddy about preschool?” you suggest, moving a pan of preprepared pasta bake ramekins on a tray to the island counter. 

“We did art!” Hana says proudly. “Made something for you.”

“Really?” Seungcheol loves receiving drawings from his kids. “Want to go grab it for me?”

You’re two steps ahead of him, even while cooking, and you reach behind yourself to grab a piece of paper from the fridge. You hold it out to Seungcheol, and he takes it from you, smiling widely as he looks at the image.

“It’s our family,” Hana explains, although, with the dad character holding a briefcase and dressed in a suit, Seungcheol thinks it would be impossible for him to think it’s anything else.

“I love it, you’re going to be an artist one day,” he tells her, reaching down to pick her up, tucking her by his hip. “And how about you, Daehyun? How was soccer practice?”

“Mommy picked me up after school and she had veggie snacks which weren’t that good but I ate them anyways, and we did practice and I scored goals-” Seungcheol loves how his son rambles, and he listens patiently while Daehyun describes finding a coin on the field that he can add to his collection of treasures he’s picked up throughout his life.

By the time the story is finished, you’ve already put the mac and cheese in the oven, and you’re standing with your palms on the counter, watching Seungcheol interact with his children. There’s a gentle smile on your face, your eyes lit up with affection.

Seungcheol is drawn to you, and he walks around the island, Hana still tucked on his hip. “Hi,” he says softly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “How was mommy’s day?”

“Good,” you respond. “Hana and I went to a greenery after preschool to get some new plants for the garden.”

“Oh yeah?” Seungcheol looks down at his daughter. “Did you two find anything nice?”

“Mommy got me a bouquet of tulips,” Hana confirms. 

“We also got a few more lavender bushes and some rosemary,” you add. “She played with bubbles while I planted them, and then we went to get Daehyun for soccer. A few of his friends came over with their moms after that to play in the pool, and then we started mac and cheese.”

“Sounds like a full day,” Seungcheol nods. He’s constantly in awe of how you juggle both kids, house maintenance, a social life, and cooking. 

“The kids are tuckered out,” you say, reaching out to brush some hair from Hana’s face. “They were thinking we could watch some Disney movies after dinner before bed.”

“Well we can’t say no to that, can we,” Seungcheol smiles. 

“No, we can’t,” you agree. “Daehyun, the mac and cheese is in the oven, should we start on a salad?”

“Do we have to?” he asks.

“Greens are an important part of a healthy diet,” you remind the little boy who’s always had problems with his veggies. “How about you help me choose what type of salad to make?”

“Can we have the one with lots of cheese?” Hana questions.

Seungcheol loves his little cheese fiend, he loves his family, and most of all, he loves that he gets to share it with you every day.

After being filled up with hot mac and cheese, the kids had fallen asleep less than thirty minutes into their movie. Seungcheol had carried them to bed, double checking to make sure they were tucked in all right, and now, he heads into your shared room, closing the soundproof doors behind him.

“I’ve said it already, but I’ll say it again, dinner was great,” he tells you, as he heads to his closet to begin removing his button-up shirt. “Even the salad was good, I haven’t seen Daehyun eat that many greens in months.” 

“He’s warming up to them,” you smile, coming up behind your husband to give him a hug from behind, your cheek pressed to his back. “We were all happy you were there to eat with us. I know work has been busy, so I wasn’t sure if you’d make it.”

“And miss mac and cheese night?” Seungcheol scoffs. “Not even Jeon Wonwoo himself could keep me from that.”

You laugh at the mention of his business partner. “He can join next time, if he has the time. Hana misses Uncle Woo.”

“That's because he dotes on her.”

“As if you don’t.” 

“We all do, she’s a special kid, that one.”

“They both are,” you muse. “Daehyun downplayed it, but he was doing really well in practice. Coach says he has some real talent. Apparently he can’t shut up about the way that you take him to games twice a month in box seats. I think it’s making a huge difference.”

“That’s good to hear,” Seungcheol smiles. 

“Anyways, enough about our days,” you sigh. “Do you need a shower?”

“Why? Do I smell?” Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.

“No, I was just thinking I might have one, and maybe you’d like to join me.”

Seungcheol groans. “Well, now I definitely need a shower.”

“Perfect.” You pull away from his back, reaching down to take off your shirt as you head to the bathroom. “I’ll see you in there, daddy.” 

As much as you love being a mother, you think some of your favorite moments might just happen when the kids are asleep. Seeing Seungcheol with Hana and Daehyun is one of the great joys of your life, but you have needs too, and after a long day, you really need something to help you relax. 

You turn the shower on, and as the spa-like bathroom fills with steam, you undo your pants. You’re slipping out of the fabric when Seungcheol joins you. His large form gently presses against your back, and his lips find your shoulder. His hands smooth down your arms softly, and he presses his crotch against your bum, showing you how turned on he is.

“You look so beautiful today,” he tells you.

“And you look as sexy as ever,” you respond, smiling while leaning back against his bare chest. 

“I do, do I?” You feel him grin where he’s kissing your neck, and you rest the back of your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him. “Guess this means we’re a match made in heaven.”

You love when he sweet-talks you like this, and when his hand slips down your abdomen to cup your pussy, you let out a groan of pleasure. “Should we go in the shower?”

“The shower can wait,” Seungcheol states, “and these panties have to come off.”

“You got it, daddy.” You hook your fingers in the waistband, pushing them down so his eager fingers can touch you directly. The contact has you shivering, and he begins to circle your clit. 

“How did I ever get so lucky with you?” he asks, teasing you while he grinds against your ass.

“I ask myself the same question every day,” you confess, whimpering when one of his large fingers slips into your core. 

“I think I’m the lucky one,” Seungcheol tells you, sucking on the sweet spot on your throat that always makes your entire body react. 

“Agree to disagree,” you whisper, consumed by the feeling of his fingers as he adds a second one, working you open. 

“It’s torture spending a whole day without being able to touch you,” your husband confesses, as he applies pressure to your clit with his palm.

You know exactly how he feels, and although you’re leaning into his touch, allowing him to be the one exploring your form, you know your patience will run dry soon. You need his cock, more than you’ve ever needed anything in your life.

It’s tantalizing, having his large bulge rubbing against your ass while he finger fucks you closer and closer to a release that’s always much too easy for him to earn. 

You turn your head to the side, reaching behind yourself to tangle your fingers in his hair, bringing his lips to your own. 

After all these years, Seungcheol knows your body inside and out. There are no words that need to be spoken as he gets you closer and closer to your high, only whimpered moans and groans of pleasure as you remain lip-locked.

Your first orgasm overtakes you, and you gasp into the kiss, wiggling your hips for more stimulation while he helps you through it. His free hand is on your waist, and he aids in your motions, which only adds to your pleasure.

“Cheol-” you whisper.

“I know, darling, I know,” he presses his forehead to yours, finishing you off before removing his hand from between your legs. He quickly sucks your juices off his digits before working on your bra, which falls off to join your clothes on the floor.

You turn in his embrace, palms flat to his chest so you can push him back until his bum hits the edge of the sink. “I wanna suck you off,” you tell him, feeling confident and as needy as ever.

“Fuck, I love it when you use that sweet, pretty mouth of yours to say the dirtiest things,” Seungcheol groans, large hands moving down to work on his belt while you sink to your knees on the tiled floor.

“You had a long day,” you tell him, knowing every day is long for the successful businessman, “I just want to make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” he smiles, pushing his pants down so his cock can be released. 

Wasting no time, you wrap your hand around the base, taking one last look up at him to muse, “Well, I want to make you feel great,” before your mouth finds his large cock. 

The sounds he makes during sex have always been a huge turn-on for you, and the groans he lets out as you suckle on the head of his cock are like angels singing. You close your eyes, leaning into the act of pleasuring the man you love most in the world. 

His gentle hand finds your head, and he helps you blow him, taking more of him into your mouth while your hand pumps the base.

“You’re so good,” he whispers. “So fucking good for me.” 

You groan at the praise, and it makes his hips twitch, cock slipping into the back of your throat.

When you’d first been together, you hadn’t been used to the sensation, but after all this time together, you’ve become accustomed to it. In fact, you even kind of enjoy it when he throat-fuckes you, in some odd masochistic kind of way.

He’s slow with it, and you know he’s watching you carefully for any signs that he should let up on you. With you focused on your breathing and relaxing your throat, he never has to actually pull away. You listen to his sounds of pleasure grow, his grip tightening in your hair. 

“Fuck,” he groans, gently pulling you off his cock. “I need you.” 

He helps you to your feet and in one motion, he lifts you up and sets you on the sink, slotting between your legs. Your hands find his strong shoulders while he guides his cock to your pussy. His lip is caught between his teeth in concentration, and your heart swells with love for your husband.

The head of his cock slips into you and you both groan. 

“You’re wound up, darling,” he muses as he sinks a few more inches into you, test thrusting so your wet juices can cover his length and make it easier for you both. “Are you sure you don’t need some more of my fingers?”

“No,” you hold his strong shoulders tighter, “I just need you.”

“Yeah?” he leans in, pressing his lips to yours while his hands find your hips, one slipping to gently cup the small of your back. “Are you still my needy princess?”

It had been the first true pet name that stuck when you’d started dating, and even after all these years, it still makes a tingle run up your spine.

“Yes, Cheol, you feel so good-”

His thrusts have his cock sinking fully inside of you now, and you can’t help the way your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your body is alight with pleasure, and you truly can't help the sounds that are escaping past your lips.

You try your best to be quiet with Cheol most nights, but your kids are asleep. On top of that,  there’s a soundproof bedroom door, a bathroom door and a shower running to muffle your noises, so you figure now is as good a time as any to let loose a little.

“God, I love it when you get loud for me,” Seungcheol groans, leaning forward to pepper your throat in kisses while you lace your fingers through his soft hair. 

Each thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, and you can feel tension building in your abdomen, a sign of another orgasm on its way.

“You look so perfect like this,” your husband muses. Suddenly, he’s pulling away from you. “I want you to see.” 

You moan in annoyance as he pulls out of you, dragging you off the countertop so he can turn you around, facing the steamed mirror. You bend over the sink, letting out a whine when he slips inside of you again, leaning forward with his chest pressed to your back while he wipes a hand along the reflective surface. 

You can see yourself now, and you look completely fucked out. 

Cheol grins behind you, and you love how the reflection showcases how much larger than you he is. With your smaller form in front of him, his shoulders are visible on either side of your own, and his height makes your pussy clench around him.

“Told you it was sexy,” Seungcheol muses, leaning forward again to press his lips to your shoulder. “I want you to watch as I make you cum.”

You’re not entirely sure you’ll be able to keep your eyes open, but you nod all the same, eager to please him as he begins to fuck you again. Each thrust has your hips pressing to the marble sink top, and it hurts a little, but the pain is pleasure.

You groan, panting as you watch Seungcheol fuck you from behind through the mirror.

He truly is a vision. each slap of his hips against your ass has your breasts bouncing too-

Steam is quickly covering the mirror again, and you reach out a shaky hand to wipe it away, intent on doing your best to follow through with his command.

“Cheol,” you whimper, his thrusts getting faster, harder- 

“That’s it,” he groans. “Let me hear you.” 

Your sounds are getting louder and louder as the tension in your stomach builds- and when Seungcheol licks two fingers, slipping his hand down your front to play with your clit, the noises of pleasure become uncontrollable. 

“Gonna cum for me, princess?” he asks, breath hot against your throat.

Everything feels so intense, the steam in the room adding to your heightened senses, and you nod quickly. You can’t find it in yourself to speak, you can only grab the sink as an anchor while your husband works you to the edge-

“I’m there too,” Seungcheol assures you. “Cum with me.” 

The sound that escapes you as your pussy clamps down on his cock is almost inhuman, and you struggle to keep your eyes open, gazing at your own fucked out expression through the mirror while Seungcheol rides out your highs.

His head is thrown back, throat all gorgeous and on display- 

You love him a stupid amount, and it only makes your core throb harder around his cock while he fills you up with his cum. 

It doesn’t help that his fingers are still on your clit, and you twitch from oversensitivity, letting out another loud cry. Seungcheol’s eyes open, as if he hadn’t even realized what he was still doing, too lost in the feeling of your throbbing cunt- he’s quick to pull his hand away, resting it on your hip as his thrusts begin to slow.

“Fuck,” he groans, “that was good.” 

His lips find your shoulder, and you both do your best to slow your heavy breathing. 

“Now I really need that shower,” you joke, earning a chuckle from the man still inside of you.

“Let's do it,” he says, giving you one last kiss before he pulls out of you.

He grabs your hand, helping you to the shower-

“Shit, did you hear that?” His head turns towards the closed door.

“I didn’t hear anything,” you tell him.

“No, listen, there it is again-” Seungcheol lets go of your hand, and he quickly grabs his robe, wrapping it around his naked body. He opens the bathroom door. “Shit, we woke up one of the kids. I’ll be right back.”

He exits the bathroom, shutting you inside behind him as he tightens his robe, rushing to the large soundproof bedroom doors. When he opens them, he finds Hana standing there, her stuffed teddy in her arms.

“Is Mama okay?” she asks, looking up at him like she’s on the verge of tears.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Seungcheol is quick to sink to his knees, wrapping his daughter in a hug. “You know she gets night terrors sometimes. It was just a bad dream, but I got a shower started for her and she should be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Hana asks, wiping at her eyes.

Seungcheol releases her, taking a look at her face and helping her clear the tear tracks with his thumb. “Yes, love, mama is fine. Here, let me get you back to bed.”

He picks up his daughter, carrying her back to her room. She settles in alright, and with a quick kiss to her forehead and a goodnight, Seungcheol leaves her be. He’s in a rush to get back to you, and as he enters your room and ensuite bathroom, shrugging off his robe, he finds you in the shower.

“I swear that kid has super hearing,” he muses softly, joining you under the water spray and pulling your body tight to his own.

“Maybe our soundproof bedroom door isn’t as soundproof as we thought,” you suggest. “Did you tell her it was night terrors again?”

“That seems to be the company line, doesn’t it?” Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle. He feels a little bad that the lie has gone on for two years already, but what else is he supposed to say to a kid who just heard her mother screaming?

“Hey, Night Terror,” you tug him closer, “you look lost in thought. What’s on your mind?”

Seungcheol sighs. “Just that maybe we need to invest in some good earplugs for the kids.”

You laugh, snuggling close to his chest while he wraps you in his arms. “Darling, I love the way you think.”

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🔮 preview.  “Fuck the house, I want you here. Now.” You don’t waste another second, grabbing his face and crashing your lips against his. His own hands find your hips, and within moments he’s pulling you onto his lap, growling into the kiss. It’s clear from the way that he’s touching you that he has no objections to fucking in the hot tub.

cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, exhibitionism, fucking in a hot tub, dry/wet humping, multiple reader orgasms, sensory stuff with the hot tub and heat, breast worship, fingering, cheol using her like a fleshlight, manhandling, some dirty talk, praise, breeding kink, finger sucking,. I petnames. (hers) princess.

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“Uncle Woo!” Hana lights up as one of her favorite people enters the house, and Wonwoo returns her smile, dropping onto one knee to embrace her.

“Hey, Hana,” he grins.

“They told us we were sleeping over with you but I almost didn’t believe it!” Hana raves.

“I got the guest room all set up for you two,” Wonwoo says, standing up while holding your daughter to his chest. His gaze shifts to Daehyun. “Uncle Mingyu and Uncle Vernon are going to pop by for a bit too, they’ve been missing watching soccer with you. I’ve got the game from earlier recorded, you could have some boys' time while I play princesses with Hana.”

God. You love Wonwoo. He’s the best uncle you could have asked for concerning your kids. It’s clear Seungcheol thinks the same, his grip tightening around you while his smile widens. You all watch Hana joyfully rant about playing princesses, and Daehyun is even smiling at the thought of spending time with his favorite uncles.

“Do you two have any special plans for tonight?” Wonwoo asks when there’s a lull in the conversation. 

It’s your anniversary tonight, and you definitely have special plans, but none you can discuss in front of the kids.

“Mostly just taking her out for dinner,” Seungcheol says, which is only half a lie as he turns to gaze at you with hearts in his eyes.

“Nothing too extreme,” you agree, patting his chest. 

Wonwoo gives you a look that tells you he sees through your bluff, but your kids are none the wiser, and - as it is with your ‘night terrors’ - at the end of the day, a few white lies to protect their innocence doesn’t hurt anybody.

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Work Distraction

Pairing: Larissa Weems x reader

TW: NSFW, heavy smut(more info under cut)

Word count: 2K

Prompts: Mommy kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral sex, shapeshifting, rough sex, praise kink, established relationship

Summary: Larissa is once more overworking herself in her office, and you’d do anything to help her unwind.

A/N: This was supposed to be a short fluff fic but i'm FERAL for this woman. I'm accepting requests! Apologize for any mistake i might not catch when editing, english is not my first language. Enjoy!

Larissa sighed loudly as she pinched the bridge of her nose, frustration starting to get to her. Her job as the headmaster of Nevermore was not an easy one, it was her duty to oversee everything all at once and she would often end the day tired to the bone because of it.

A gentle knock interrupted her spiral of thoughts, exhaling once more she commanded whoever it was to come in.

“Is this a bad time, my love?”

You asked while quietly entering the office to check on her.

Her weak smile confirmed your worries, she was once again overworking herself to death. Did she even have dinner yet? 

“For you? Never”

You arrived behind her chair, engulfing her with your embrace and softly kissed her neck. Larissa chuckled, her voice frail from fatigue. 

“Larissa, just how many hours is it that you’re locked in here working? Did you at least have dinner?”

The concern in your tone didn’t go unnoticed to her, but dinner? It wasn’t already this late, was it? She still had so much work to do.

“Dinner, already? But it’s barely…”

She turned to check the time, an almost deafening 11:22 PM staring right back in a seemingly mocking way. 

“Oh dear…I didn't realize it was so late!”

She continued mumbling under her breath, now even more distressed by the amount of preparation yet to be worked on. Outreach day was coming, the next Rave’n theme was yet to be decided and… 

“Larissa?”

Your sweet voice paused her mind once more, she looked at you in the eyes while the fire in her chimney burned faintly.

“You’ve done an excellent job lately and I'm so very proud of you, but you need to rest and take better care of yourself. Overworking yourself is not healthy and I don't wish to see you like this…”

You cupped her check lovingly, brushing your thumb against her face, and tenderly kissed her lips. Tension left her body as she closed her eyes, embracing the sensation of your soft lips crushing against hers. 

Silently moaning she guided you on her lap, her kisses not slowing down even for a second. They began gently, filled with love and devotion, but the pent up stress inside Larissa quickly overflowed her senses.

She was desperate to kiss you, desperate to feel you, desperate to have you.

Barely looking she moved the things on her table aside, her lips still hungerly devouring you as she rose from her chair slamming you gently on the desk.

You gulped as you looked up at her tall frame, Larissa was undressing you with her eyes. She was catching her breath while admiring you, her nails dragging over your already open legs.

“Such a good little girl for mommy, offering yourself to me like this”

Your heart skipped a beat at the name calling, it made your mind melt rendering you a weak and pathetic slut for her.

“Do you want to help mommy unwind, pet?” Larissa asked, keeping your legs spread open.

“Yes, mommy. Please, use me as you wish” 

She laughed, amused by your obedience and bright red cheeks.

“Aww, just look at you…”

You backed as much as you could against the wooden desk as she bends over you, her lips just inches away from yours.

“Such a blushing mess for mommy, aren’t you?” 

Her tormenting teasing continued on as her hands began to undress you slowly, taking her sweet time with each button of your shirt. Being a shapeshifter had many advantages, and being able to change even the smallest parts of her body was one of them.

Her index finger transformed into a sharp claw as she grabbed the middle end of your bra, and with a sudden motion she sliced it away revealing your chest. 

A moan escaped from you, it wasn’t the first she had done it and by now you had simply lost count of how many she brought back for you the next day.

Larissa finished undressing you, deliberately leaving your panties on for last.

“Touch yourself for mommy, pet”

Nodding obediently you began to stimulate your clit, your embarrassment causing you to look away: something you knew she deeply hated. 

Or maybe it wasn’t embarrassment, maybe you wanted to be punished by the Mistress of Nevermore.

One of her hands grabbed your chin, forcing you to stare at her as the other worked on undressing herself. 

“Look at me when you touch something that is mine, pet” 

You moaned as your gaze was forced to look in her direction, her hungry eyes observing you like a prey. The sight of her now uncovered breast made you go faster, wanting every single inch of her. 

“Mommy…may i cum, please?” 

The effect she had on you caused you to be already so close to release, something she’d never let you achieve if not by her explicit command. 

“Already begging mommy to cum? You must be truly hopeless…”

She grinned down at you, enjoying your body squirm in anticipation for her permission. But this was just the beginning of the night, and she would have not made it so easy for you.

“No, you may not. Now stop and show mommy just how wet you are for her”

You whined a bit to her, but quickly obeyed by removing your soaking panties. Spreading your legs even more Larissa admired you like you were the most valuable gem in the universe, already proud of herself for making you so wet without even having touched you yet.

She slowly hoovered over your sensitive pussy and placed a soft gentle kiss right on your clit, your moans filling the room like a melody. She kept going, kissing every time with more frenzy and growing hunger. 

What would anyone think of you if they had walked in here while you were being “kissed” by none other than Larissa Weems? If they only knew just how many times she had fucked you on the same desk they’d left their reports on.

Larissa could not help herself any longer, she craved to taste you more than anything in this world. Her kissing suddenly turned into licking as she grabbed your legs, holding you steady in place.

“M-Mommy!”

You loudly yelled as you tugged on her hair, pushing her deeper into you. Larissa sucked your helpless clit, her nails digging into skin leaving marks all around; she was much stronger than she appeared and her unbroken grip testified to it, you couldn’t move away even if you wanted to.

Devouring you with no mercy Larissa decided to take things up a notch with her powers, she broke away from your cunt leaving a trail of saliva connecting her to it. Regaining your breath you looked at her confused, whining at the interruption. Why did she stop? You wanted her so bad.

“Mommy, please don’t stop! Oh please, mommy!...” 

“You are an insatiable one, aren’t you? But luckily mommy is feeling very generous, do you really want mommy to not stop eating you out?”

You nodded vehemently, desperate to feel her on your throbbing count once more.

“Don’t say mommy didn’t warn you now, pet”

Her tongue suddenly transformed, appearing larger and longer, almost monster like, and without any warning she filled your pussy with it. Suddenly you were overwhelmed by the sensation of Larissa’s inhuman tongue fucking you dumb, your mind couldn’t focus on anything else anymore.

Your loud screams filled the room, all you could yell was her title.

MOMMY!

MOMMY, OH GOD MOMMY!!!

Tears of pleasure ran down your cheeks, she wouldn’t be slowing down for any reason. Her work-related stress had left the principal an animal guided only by the desire to hear your screams, her grip growing tighter as to ensure her prey couldn’t escape.

Your orgasm was building up faster than before, as she was hitting all the right spots deep inside you and was feral with it. 

Gripping to the desk tightly you held yourself as the orgasm grew closer and closer, your glossy eyes staring down on her as you tried to speak.

“Pl-please, please please may i cum now, mommy? I-I’m…”

A loud moan interrupted you. 

“So close, please mommy!!!”

Larissa opened her eyes, staring at your begging expression, you swear you could feel her smiling while eating you out. She didn’t say a word, wanting to test your patience and draw out your torment even longer, your sweet tears were so beautiful to her.

After what felt like an eternity she nodded, pushing her monstrous tongue deeper inside than earlier. You thanked her while sobbing, finally allowing yourself to cum.

A powerful flow of pleasure rushed inside your body, legs shaking as you looked up to see stars. Loudly whimpering her name you expected her to stop licking after this, but to your demise Larissa was far from satisfied.

She gripped you closer, keeping your legs shut open as she continued to devour your helpless and overstimulated pussy.

Everything felt much more intense now, almost too much. It was a mixture between endless pleasure and pure maddening torture, but your blank mind wasn’t able to decide on which of the two decide on.

She opened her eyes to admire you once more, hearing your cries just wasn’t enough. Her tongue slowly slipped out of you, now focusing its torment towards your poor clit. 

You were a sobbing mess, overwhelmed with pleasure and moaning non stop. How was this woman so good at fucking you.

A second, final, orgasm was building itself up. You closed your eyes to prepare for the second wave of clashing pleasure, but just seconds before it could hit you…Larissa stopped.

“NOOHOH, please! Mommy, PLEASEHEH!”

You screamed, sobbing like you were throwing a fit at her.

She appeared unphased at your begging, and kept your orgasm close but just out of reach by touching your sensitive clit excruciatingly slowly. Larissa was a sadist, and your pain filled her with happiness like nothing else in the world.

“Why should I let you cum again, mh? Have you been a good girl for me? Did you earn it?”

Her smooth silk voice mocked you.

“Y-YES! Please mommy, I've been a very good girl, please!”

A small smirk painted Larissa’s face, her fingers moving slightly faster at your response.

“And to who do you belong, my pet? Who owns this pretty pussy of yours?” 

“To you! I belong to you and only you, mommy! P-Please!”

“Good girl.”

Pleased by your answer she plunged down on your clit, kissing it one last time causing your orgasm to crush once more inside of you. Your entire body shakes as it tries to elaborate on the intense pleasure it was experiencing.

Gasping for air you felt the soft palm of Larissa’s hand cup your cheek, brushing away the tears from your eyes. You extended your arms, a silent request to be embraced by her which she couldn’t refuse.

Laughing softly she picked you up and sat back down on her chair, cuddling you gently and making sure you were safe.

“Are you alright, y/n? Was I too rough on you this time?”

Still grasping back your senses, you nodded while hugging closer to her.

“I-I’m ok, Are…you…alright?...”

You asked in between breaths, she truly destroyed you this time.

“Much better, my love. Thank you for always taking such good care of me. I’ve let myself be too focused on work that I had forgotten about it…”

“You…still need to…eat something”

“Even after the delicious meal I just had?”

Larissa teased, did this woman have no shame?

“Yes! No….no excuses!...”

You responded while glaring at her, you knew this woman wasn’t joking about going to bed with her belly empty. You felt her chuckle wholeheartedly at your scolding, nodding.

“As you wish, darling. I promise you I'll take better care of myself from now on”

You gently took her head with your hands and admired her, a moment of silence left the two of you gazing into each other's eyes. 

“I love you so much, Larissa”

“And you have no idea how much I love you, y/n”

You both inched closer, embracing one another, and sealed the night with one final kiss.