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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 CALL MY NAME, I’M YOURS TO TAME — 18+

larissa weems x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

status: completed

summary: You and Larissa Weems have been best friends since your years spent together at Nevermore. You have been meeting for tea every week since your graduation. But when the pharmacy in Jericho runs out of heat suppressants, you have to miss your afternoon tea with her.

And Larissa, being the dutiful best friend, pays you a visit instead.

tags: smvt, fluff, werewolf reader, in heat, kn0tting, decades of mutual pining, established friendship, soft larissa weems, larissa weems with a d1ck, shapeshifting, p in v, nickname mommy, nickname puppy

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“Here is your tea, dear.”

“Thanks, Riss,” You take the teacup from Larissa’s pale hands and rub the pad of your thumb over the painted golden rim of the cup before setting it down on a pretty white saucer. “So, anything else to catch me up on this week?”

Larissa takes a long sip from her own florally adorned teacup and sinks into the armchair across from you. “Do you remember Morticia Frump?” She asks with the smallest hint of bitterness on her tongue. It doesn't come as a surprise to you. Larissa is a sweet woman, but you don't think you've ever heard her speak about Morticia without that resentment in her voice.

“Yes. Your roommate from when we attended Nevermore?” You nod and settle back into your own chair, folding one leg over the other. You notice Larissa’s gaze lingering on them for a flash of a moment, but don’t bother bringing it up. “You’ve spoken to her recently?”

Larissa gives a grim incline of her head and huffs a soft sigh through her nose. “Indeed. She called last night to request that I meet her child and consider enrolling her in the school.”

“And will you?” You ask curiously, lifting your teacup and taking a slow sip. There is just the right amount of sugar and milk mixed in. Larissa always makes the perfect cup of tea.

“I have a duty to look after the children of outcasts. I would not cast a young girl out just because I am not on the best of terms with her mother,” Larissa whispers. “I just wish I did not have to meet Morticia in order to enrol her daughter. I’m afraid it will be too painful to see her again.”

You send a sympathetic smile in her direction and shift forward in your seat. Leaning across the coffee table, you reach out to squeeze her knee. Her breath hitches at the touch as she watches you like a hawk. “It’ll be okay, Riss. Everything happened so long ago. And if she annoys you… Just think about all the different ways you’d like to fight her, then tell me all about it next week.”

Larissa giggles at that and places her large hand over your smaller one which rests on her knee, giving it a gentle pat. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, which you mentally blame on static. “You are right. There’s no point in being so absorbed in the past.”

“I usually am right,” You tease with a soft laugh. “Be the bigger person.”

Larissa raises a neatly plucked eyebrow at that. An amused smirk dances across her painted lips and she quips, “Pun intended?”

You snort around another sip of tea, almost spitting the stuff everywhere. You manage to choke it down and the two of you burst into a fit of giggles. After your laughter trails off, you spend another half an hour catching each other up on everything that has happened in the past week. Just like you have been doing every week for… well, years.

Larissa has been your best friend since you both attended Nevermore. Many times you have looked at her and wondered if there could be something more between you, but you don’t even know if she would want that. If she even likes women. And you’re terrified to risk your friendship by asking her out… No matter how much you adore her.

When the teacups have been drained and the grandfather clock pushed up against the wall starts to chime the hour, you sigh and lean back in your chair. “Time for me to get going.”

Larissa tsks softly, a playful pout poking out her lower lip. “Shame. Time always flies by so quickly with you.”

“I know,” You agree with a short nod. “Maybe we should start doing sleepovers instead of tea.”

“Maybe,” She whispers. A soft pink blush dusts across her pale cheeks and she averts her gaze, clearing her throat. She nudges her empty cup of tea out of the way and rises from her chair, towering over you. “Come on. I’ll walk you out.”

Oh, how you'd love to climb her like a tree.

You follow her out of her dimly lit office and walk by her side as she leads you through the school to the large front entrance. You fit in some more idle chatter along the way through the familiar hallways, before coming to a stop on the stone steps outside.

“Until next week, dear,” Larissa leans down to wrap her arms around you, giving you a tight hug.

“See you then, Riss,” You stretch up on your tiptoes to hug her back, taking a moment to enjoy the scent of her sweet perfume lingering in your nose.

“I’ll be counting the minutes,” She whispers in your ear. There is such conviction in her soft voice that it feels as though she truly means those words.

She gives your waist a gentle squeeze and you reluctantly pull away from her. You can feel your heart hammering in your chest as your brain immediately cries out in protest at the absence of her warmth. With one final goodbye, you turn away from her and make your way down the steps, bracing yourself for the walk home in the bitter afternoon air.

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You hum a soft tune to yourself as you bustle around your apartment, struggling with the bundle in your arms. You snatch up every pillow and blanket you can find, tossing them onto the bed to be arranged into a nest later. Each of them have been picked out specifically for the purpose of nesting, every one as warm and comfortable as possible. The pile on the bed is almost bigger than you, and you stand and stare at the mess of blankets with a proud smile on your face. Although you have your suppressants, it still feels comforting to bury into your nest during your heat, even if it is just to nap or read a book. Like being wrapped up in a warm hug from La—

You startle at the sudden shrill ringing of your phone from where it rests on your nightstand. You place a hand over your thundering heart and puff out a breath to calm yourself. In a few long strides, you cross the room and snatch the phone up to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hello! This is the Jericho pharmacy calling,” The familiar voice of Mrs Jones, the pharmacist, comes from the other end of the phone. “We are so terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but we will not be able to refill your prescription for suppressants at the moment. Our supplier has had a stock issue, and we have to wait for more to come from a bigger supplier in the city.”

“What?” You swallow hard, your eyes widening. Panic splits through you like branching lightning, your hand curling into a fist around the phone so hard you almost shatter it. “How long will that take?”

“Around a week and a half,” The pharmacist informs you.

“A week and a half? But… My heat starts tomorrow, and I don’t have any suppressants,” You whisper. “I haven’t gone through a heat in years. You don’t even have enough to get me through the week?”

“I’m afraid not. I’m so sorry. We can fill your next prescription free of charge as an apology for the delay. And if you need scent blockers, we can have them dropped outside your door.”

“Alright… Well, thank you for telling me. See you in a week and a half,” You hang up and toss your phone on the bed. Scrubbing your hands irately down your face, you mutter one word.

“Shit.”

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Sleep doesn’t come easily to you that night. Even wrapped up in the bundles of pillows and blankets that have been arranged for your nest, you can’t stop tossing and turning. Anxiety floods through your veins, making your body feel cold and your chest tight. It’s been so long since you allowed your body to go through a heat. There will be years of pent up energy in control of your body, and it's terrifying. You turned to the internet, searching through outcast forums to find out whether it will be more intense when it comes. Every werewolf in the world seems to be in agreement.

The longer it’s been, the worse your next heat will be.

By the time morning comes, you haven’t slept a wink. You sigh and force yourself out of your bed, shuffling to the kitchen to shove a cup of coffee down your throat. As you stir the sugar cubes into your favourite mug, your gaze happens to drift towards the calendar pinned up on your wall. On the square for that day, there is a large red circle with a little teacup scribbled in the middle.

“Shit,” You hiss for what feels like the millionth time in the last twelve hours. You stand there and stare at the doodle of the teacup, pondering whether you should still try to attend or call Larissa up and tell her you can’t make it to tea that day.

You know if you venture out of the house and your heat comes on, any alpha nearby will be able to smell you from a mile away. There may not be that many in Jericho, but even one would pose such a great danger to you… Never mind the werewolf students at Nevermore.

It would also be incredibly embarrassing to go into heat right in front of your best friend, and have her drive you home as you gush all over the seats of her car and whine in need. You shudder at the thought of what Larissa might think of you after something like that.

Before you can even make a proper decision on what to do, an odd feeling shoots through you. You feel your knees going weak, a sticky liquid clinging to your thighs and soaking your shorts. Another curse slips out as you clutch onto the edge of the counter, gasping at the coiling sensation twisting through your lower stomach. Your whole body shakes and you grab onto the counter for dear life.

Looks like you definitely won’t be seeing Larissa today.

You abandon your coffee, letting it go cold on the counter as you drag yourself back into your bedroom. It’s a difficult trip. Your legs threaten to give out beneath you the whole way there, your mind screaming at you to lay down with them spread and just hope an alpha happens to come along. Your brain has never felt so fuzzy before. You’ve never felt so stupid.

The moment you make it back to your room, you throw yourself into the nest. Your clothes are off in an instant. Flung carelessly in a heap in the corner. With trembling hands, you reach into your nightstand and grab a small purple bullet vibrator, fumbling around to switch it on. The trusty little toy has been used many times in the past while you thought of Laris— of… stuff. As soon as it makes contact with your aching clit you whine and arch off the bed, your body flooding with relief now that you finally have some friction. You bring yourself to the peak within minutes. And again. And again. And again…

But it’s not enough.

You shove your fingers inside while stimulating yourself with the bullet. Two isn’t enough. You add another. Not enough. You sob and writhe, your stupid mutt brain and your body aching for one thing. A quick glance at the alarm clock sitting on your nightstand shows the time Larissa should be waking up for the day. You know you should let her know while your brain still works somewhat.

You lick your dry lips and reach out for your phone. Reluctantly, you switch off the vibrator and set it to the side while you call Larissa. She answers almost immediately.

“Hello, darling,” Her sweet, sleepy voice comes through the other end of the phone. “Are you alright?”

Biting back the soft whine that bubbles up from your chest proves almost impossible. The sound of her voice sends another flash of desire through you, your essence coating your shaking thighs. “Larissa,” You whisper hoarsely. “I… I can’t… Make it… Today…”

Concern rings clear through her voice as she hears you panting. “Oh? Is everything alright, dear?”

“Yeah,” Your fingers gravitate towards your swollen clit, rubbing at it slowly as you listen to her speak. You gasp before you can bite back the sound, and clear your throat. “Yeah. Just… Don’t feel so good. I’ll see you next week?”

“Okay… Get better soon, alright? Do call me if you need anything.”

“I will,” The words come out in a breathless mumble before you hang up the phone and chuck it to the side. Just the memory of her voice has you growing wetter by the second, your fingers coated in your juices as you desperately try to satisfy yourself. Flashes of her face shoot through your mind, of her large hands and long fingers…

The vibrator is snatched up again in an instant.

You spend the next hour pleasing yourself without a break. Overstimulation makes your body jolt and twitch, but you can’t stop. You can’t. It just isn’t enough. Your mind is well and truly mush at this point, shown in the way your gaze drifts towards the door and for just a second, you consider opening the door and letting your scent waft out. Waiting for the first alpha to come and claim you.

For a moment, you seriously think about it. It would make your heat more bearable. Yes, said alpha might do horrible things to you, and you don’t really want that, but…

Before you can do anything stupid, the doorbell rings.

Sobbing in frustration, you set your vibrator down again. You force yourself up on shaky legs, not bothering to put pants on. You simply tug the oversized t-shirt down over yourself and shuffle to the front door, yanking it open.

Standing there in front of you is Larissa. Clutched in her hands is a wicker basket stuffed full of gifts. Teabags, cough drops, a couple of face masks, some flowers and a small teddy bear. “Hello,” Larissa greets you with a bright smile. “Since you aren’t well, I thought I would bring—” As soon as she catches sight of you, her words trail off. “...Oh.”

“Larissa,” You gasp. You have to grip onto the door frame to keep yourself upright. Your cheeks are flushed beyond belief, your eyes glazed over and distant. There is a thin layer of sweat on your skin, not to mention the wet patches on the back of your long shirt and your thighs. “I’m in heat.”

Her own cheeks flush when she hears those words. “I… I thought you didn’t go into heat. I thought you took pills.”

“I do. Pharmacy ran out.” Those are the only words you can manage before another tidal wave of need crashes through you and you whimper, sinking to the ground.

“Oh, my darling…” Larissa coos and invites herself inside. She closes and locks the door behind her, sets the gift basket down on the coffee table, then lifts you gently from the floor. She pulls her coat off and folds it over the back of the couch, then slips her feet out of her high heels. “Come on, my sweet. Let’s get you nice and comfortable, okay?”

You know there is no comfortable for you right now, but you don’t dare mention that to her when she is being so sweet. So attentive. You feel yourself getting more wet.

She scoops you up into her arms with ease and carries you to the bedroom. Her chest rumbles a little when she clears her throat upon seeing the vibrator carelessly left on your soaked sheets. Thankfully, she says nothing about it and carefully sets you down.

It kills you to have her so close. You just want to rut against her milky white thigh and have her praise you, you want those long fingers inside you, you want her mouth on you. You’ve loved her for decades, but you’ve never felt such intense need for her in all that time.

“Larissa,” You whimper again, but you have nothing to say. You just need her attention.

“Poor thing,” She whispers. She hesitates for half a second before reaching out to brush her fingertips over your slick thigh. “What can I do for you, dear?”

That simple touch over your thigh alone makes you jolt and gasp. “Don’t… ask me that,” You plead. “You won’t like the answer.”

Larissa leans closer, her larger frame looming over yours as she reaches her free hand out to cup your chin. Her fingers are so gentle as they tilt your head back, as though she is handling something as delicate as a porcelain doll. “What can I do for you, dear?” She repeats in a firm whisper.

You melt as you’re forced to stare up into her sapphire eyes. It feels like you could become nothing more than a puddle in a pile of blankets if she continues this. “I…”

“Tell me,” She urges. Keeping her gaze fixed on you, she dips her head and presses a sweet little kiss to your jaw. “Let me help you. Tell me how.”

As pathetic as it is, the very little resolve you had left snaps as soon as you feel her lips on your skin. “Fuck me,” You pant, raising your hips unabashedly.

“Are you sure?” She asks, her grip on your chin growing slightly firmer. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I’ll do that for you if that’s what you need, but I don’t want you to regret it later…”

“Larissa!” You groan before breaking out into a pathetic ramble. “I won’t regret it. I have loved you since we were teenagers, you’re the love of my life, there is literally nobody else in this world I would rather have help me with this. You must know that. You must have picked up on how much I love y—“

Before you can even finish that word, her lips are on yours.

Both of her hands move to pin your hips to the bed, forcing you to keep still instead of uselessly writhing around. The sheets beneath you become soaked almost to the point of ruin as she kisses you hard, her tongue brushing against yours desperately. You struggle to keep up with the searing heat of her kiss, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she takes complete control. Your hips fight against her hold, and as a result she pins you down harder.

“Riss,” You whine against her lips.

“I know, darling,” She shushes you, one of her hands drifting from your hip to between your legs. You gasp out as her fingers press against you, teasing between your folds. “I know. Give me a minute, okay?”

“Can’t,” A soft sob slips past your parted lips as you pant, the pure desire for her making your body shake. “Can’t. Need you to knot me.”

“You need to wait a moment for my powers to work,” As though trying to sate you for the moment, two of Larissa’s long fingers slip inside you while her thumb rubs at your clit. When you gasp and arch into the feeling, she coos softly and begins kissing along the column of your throat. “My poor puppy. So desperate, aren’t you?”

All you can do is whine, unable to decide whether you should arch into her kisses or her fingers. Another orgasm rips through you as she circles your clit, your body squeezing around her fingers as you gasp and squirm.

“That’s it,” Larissa praises, lightening her hold on your hip. “That’s it, sweetheart. Ride it out.”

You don’t need more convincing than that as your hips move wildly through it, taking everything those digits are giving you.

But you still need more. More sobs leave you and you stare up at her pleadingly. The ability to form words on your lips has left you entirely. All you can do is whimper like the pathetic little thing you are.

“I know, puppy,” She suddenly slips her fingers out of you, making you whine louder. She shushes you firmly and you fall silent in an instant. She straightens up to her full height and begins hitching her skirt up to her thighs, unclipping her stockings and pulling down her panties. Your whole body seizes up at the sight of the penis beneath her skirt, hard and already leaking. She seems to have taken size into account, knowing you will be stretched with the knot. It isn’t too long or thick, made perfectly to fit in your tight hole.

She’s so damn considerate you can’t believe it.

Larissa lays back against the mountain of pillows you have set up, giving herself a tantalising stroke before patting her lap. “Come here, pup.”

You don’t hesitate, scrambling across the bed and setting yourself on one of her large thighs. You fight the urge to rut against it, knowing there is a much better reward waiting right there for you if you’re a good girl for her. She rests her hands on your hips and carefully guides you over here. The leaking tip of her cock rubs against your folds, teasing your clit.

“Are you positive you want this?” Larissa questions in a gentle whisper. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It won’t hurt,” You assure her and cup her cheek. A little smile twists at your lips as she leans into the touch and sighs. Even if she hadn't created her cock to fit you perfectly, you would be so soaked and opened up by this point she could fit inside easily without hurting you.

“Okay. Relax for me, dear,” She nods. She surges forward to capture your lips with her own again. Her big hands pull you closer, and as she distracts you by kissing you like a woman starved, she slips inside you. Both of you gasp in unison, the sensation unfamiliar to each of you. She groans as your tight pussy clenches around her, taking her time to sink deeper and deeper inside you.

That isn’t going to fly with you.

Without warning, you slam your hips down and sheathe her fully inside you. She moans in surprise and chokes out, “Darling—”

Finally getting what you’ve wanted this whole time, you don’t stop. You fuck yourself feverishly on top of her, taking her cock deep inside you over and over again. You keen and whimper as your lips trail down to her neck, sucking and biting at every inch of pale skin you can reach. Even as your mind starts to blur, you have to force yourself not to sink your tiny fangs into her throat and claim her.

“Darling, please, slow down—” Despite her pleading words, her hands continue to guide your hips at the brutal pace you have set for yourself. Her head tips back against the headboard, harsh pants leaving her parted lips every second. “Gods, you need to slow down—”

The stretch of her cock inside you is like pure heaven. To finally be filled, and have her doing it, is the most exhilarating thing you could ever dream of. Having her hit that spot deep inside you, hearing her moans and knowing you are the cause of them. You’re sure you’ve had this wet dream about a hundred times over the past couple of decades, but fuck none of those dreams could ever compare to the real thing.

“You want me to slow down?” You pant in her ear, willing to do whatever she wants even that means slowing down when you just want her to fuck your brains out.

“Gods, no,” She whispers and pulls you down as she starts meeting you halfway in quick thrusts.

You moan in sheer delight, melting against her chest as she fucks you hard. Like she’s been holding back these same feelings for just as long as you have, and now she finally gets to let them out. She holds you tight to her chest with one hand while the other squeezes your ass, kneading it appreciatively between her fingers.

“Riss, I—” You gasp as yet another climax starts to bubble up in the pit of your stomach. You can already feel this one is more intense than the others, and not just because you’re far beyond oversensitive at this point.

“That’s it,” Larissa coos, “come for me, darling. Let me feel you coming around me like a good pup.”

That is all the encouragement you need. This orgasm crashes through you like a tsunami as she pumps into you hard enough to fill the room with harsh slapping sounds. Your nails tear into her shoulders, sharpening into claws that rip right through her nice blazer. Clinging onto her for dear life, your whiny moans fill the room. All you can do is keep riding her and taking her with every deep thrust as your body jolts and writhes under her hold, your whole being on fire with the pleasure she gives you.

“You want mommy to knot you, sweetheart? Want me to fill up that sweet little pussy?” She pants. Your body tightens around her cock at the sound of those words and she giggles, gripping your hips and dragging you down even harder into every snap of her own. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yes,” You pant, nuzzling your nose into her neck and becoming pliant in her hands, allowing her to do whatever she wants with you. “Please please please. Please knot me.”

Moments later, she gives you exactly what you want. She moans sweetly into your ear, her thrusts growing sloppy before she buries herself all the way inside you. She gasps and pants as her release pulses through you, the base of her cock swelling and keeping her stuck inside your pussy.

“You’re mine, now,” She whispers possessively into your ear. You’ve never heard her use that tone with you before, and it makes you shiver with another wave of need. If she wasn’t already stuck in you, you’d be riding her all over again just for that. She brushes some hair back from your sweaty face and kisses your temple. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“I’m yours,” You repeat in a brainless whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, darling,” Larissa sighs, brushing her nose against your cheek. “I love you so, so much.”

She holds you for a long time, rubbing her hands up and down your back and praising you in a gentle voice. When she can finally pull out of you, she does so slowly, not wanting to hurt your sensitive hole. She curls a finger inside you to feel her own come filling you, and shivers at the feeling of her own stickiness on her fingertip.

“Just beautiful,” She murmurs and casts her blue eyes up to your face. “Do you feel better now, pup?”

“Yeah,” You nod, still a panting mess -- but a satisfied panting mess. “Thank you, Larissa. You… You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know. But I wanted to,” She scoops you up and holds you close to her chest, before slipping her long legs over the side of the bed and carrying you bridal style towards the bathroom. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”

“Larissa?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Did you really mean it?” You ask nervously as you peer up at her. “When you said you loved me?”

“Of course,” Larissa smiles down at you. Her eyes shine with sincerity, and you can tell there isn’t a hint of dishonesty in her words. “I’ve loved you for… a very long time, sweetheart.”

There is a flutter of hope deep in your stomach as you swallow down a lump in your throat. “You have?”

“Yes.”

You can’t even bring yourself to say all of the things you want to as she perches you on the edge of the bath and begins running the hot water. As the steam fills the bathroom and she pours scented liquid into the water, all you can do is stare at her. At the red lipstick smudged across her beautiful lips, at her flushed cheeks visible even beneath her pale foundation. Her hair is still neatly pinned into place, she still looks eternally graceful despite the slight dishevelled appearance around her. This woman loves you. This… this goddess, standing before you, loves you.

“Larissa?” You clear your throat.

“Yes?” She chuckles, clearly amused by your line of questioning.

“After my heat ends, would you like to go on a date with me?” You blurt out before you can talk yourself out of it.

Larissa watches you for a long moment, a smile twitching at her painted lips. Eventually she nods, reaching out to caress your face. “I would love that.”

She bathes you with a great deal of care, making sure to be delicate near your swollen clit and cum-filled hole. You soon convince her to join you as another rush of heat goes through you, and she knots you again in the bath. Then she has to wash you all over again. Over the course of the next three days, the two of you can’t stop fucking. A couple of decades of pent up desire makes itself known in the course of a few days. During some point in those three days, she creates a set of long canine teeth for herself, sinks them into your throat and marks you as her own. At the end of it, you’re both utterly exhausted, but you’re happy.

So fucking happy.

[guiltysimpfaves]

A Lovely Mess

Larissa finally gets the push she needs to tell you how she feels.

Just an idea I couldn't let go of.

Tags: f/f, Larissa Weems/Reader, mentioned!Marilyn Thornhill/Reader, Jealousy, G!P, Love confessions, smut, possessive sex

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“You have to say something to her.” Marilyn was blunt when she said it. “Look, I fucked her Larissa.”

“Excuse me? You what?” Larissa felt her heart drop at the other woman's words.

“She. And I. Have been fucking.” Marilyn said again, crossing her arms. “However, you're the one she wants. I know this because she literally said it to me. You need to talk to her.”

“Miss Thornhill I- “

“It was a two month thing for convenience. Nothing more. We both had an itch that needed scratching. But, put that aside, she is quite literally head over heels for you. You need to go tell her how you feel, because she feels the same way about you.” With that Marilyn left the room, not bothering to take another look at her boss on her way out.

The principal’s mouth hung open for a moment, still processing everything Marilyn had just told her. You liked her back. You were head over heels for her. Another woman fucked you.

A surge of jealousy flared through her, and her hands trembled as she closed her laptop.

Another woman fucked you.

She knew she really had no right to be jealous. She shouldn't expect you to wait forever.

Although she was currently enraged by Marilyn, she had been right. It was time to stop beating around the bush. She had to say something before you decided to move on.

'Come by later? I would really like to see you.'

A simple text that took Larissa hours to send. She had erased it and typed it so many times. She didn't want to give you anxiety, she needed to word it perfectly. So maybe she was over thinking it a little, however she didn't want to worry you with something like we need to talk or hey, I need to ask you something serious.

Sure, if you asked why, she would be upfront about it. But she felt relieved when she saw your reply.

'For sure! :) I was hoping to see you today anyways. '

Larissa smiled, it was sweet.

The afternoon dragged on, Larissa could feel every minute ticking by. She was both eager and overwhelmingly nervous about seeing you.

But her conversation with Marilyn kept playing on repeat in her mind.

You liked her.

You fucked Marilyn.

She couldn't think about Marilyn, she didn't even realize her crush had been so obvious, she never mentioned it to anyone. She thought of Marilyn as a friend, but wasn't that close to her.

No. She couldn't think about Marilyn, or the mental image of you underneath the other woman, being fucked the way she should have been fucking you.

When you finally made it to Larissa’s office, the school day was well over with. All the students had retired to their dorms for the evening, and very few teachers were still in their classrooms working.

A soft knock on the door let Larissa know you were here.

“Come on in.” She said, getting up from her desk to meet you by the door. 

“Hey, sorry I had to mediate an argument between a pair of roomies who have a crush on the same boy. Being a teenager must be tough.” You say, after you close the door behind you. “What a long day. How was yours?”

“Long and boring.” She sighs, "come, sit.”

Larissa takes you by the hand and leads you to the set of arm chairs by the fireplace.

“I'm very happy your here, Y/N. I actually, really want to talk to you about something.” She gives you a soft smile, “Actually, can I try something?” She asks, standing in front of you, placing one gentle hand on your cheek.

You blush and nod, suddenly hyper aware of how close she is.

She leans forward, and gives you a soft kiss on the lips. She worries when you don't immediately reciprocate, and starts to pull away, but then your hands are on her hips and you're pulling her into your lap, kissing her back.

All worry is gone, she straddles you, and let's out a soft chuckle when your hands begin to wander.

She pulls away enough to look at you, and you whimper at the loss of contact.

“Y/N, what do you want, darling?” She whispers, cupping your face in both of her hands. “Talk to me.”

“You.” You sound breathless, and there is a spark in your eyes she never noticed before. “God ‘Riss, I want you. I’ve always wanted you, only you.”

Satisfied with your answer, she kisses you again.

“Is that what you said to Marilyn when you slept with her?”

“No. I didn't know you knew about that, but no. Never.” You said, and she can tell it's the truth. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

“Then I am yours, darling.” She guides your hand under her skirt, between her legs, and you can feel she's soaking wet, even through the thin fabric of her underwear.

“Fuck, Larissa.” You sigh, rubbing your fingers up and down the length of cunt. But it wasn't enough. You needed to feel her without the fabric. You both had too much on, too many layers keeping you apart. “You're really wet.”

She grins, grinding her hips slowly, “All for you.”

A small whimper escapes from her lips, as you apply more pressure. Your head spins from the scent of her perfume as she wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you again, deeper than before. Her tongue brushes against your lips, and you are happy to open your mouth and grant her permission to explore, your tongues brushing against each other while she continues to explore your mouth, grinding slowly against your fingers.

She withdraws, playfully biting your bottom lip before sitting back and observing you. How cute, she thought, when you looked like this. Disheveled, your eyes half closed, and your face flushed. But she was ready to see how cute you were when she fucked you, how soft and sweet your cunt might feel around her fingers, or maybe even her cock. She felt her cunt throb at the thought. Maybe that's exactly what she should do, bend you over her desk and fuck you until she came inside of you. Officially claiming you as hers.

She kissed you one more time before leaving your lap. You couldn't stop yourself from pouting. She couldn't believe she had waited so long to do this.

“Come on, honey, don't look so down.” She cooed, gently taking your hand in hers and pulled you to your feet, before swiftly pinning you against her desk. She began undoing the buttons on your shirt, her mouth drooling as more skin became exposed. She pushed the garment off of you, leaving you topless, and then began leaving kisses across your neck and collar as her hands explored your bare stomach, playing with the band of your bra. She broke the kiss long enough to lift the fabric, you raised your arms and she guided it off, tossing it to the ground with your shirt.

She was still wearing too much, in your opinion. But when the cold metal of her broach accidentally brushed against one of your nipples, you let out a sharp gasp, clutching onto the fabric of her dress with both hands, and you were suddenly very aware of just how wet you were as you felt your walls try to squeeze around nothing.

Larissa grinned, continuing to plant her kisses lower, until she was able to capture one of your nipples in her mouth. She suckled softly, then circled her tongue around it, enjoying your quiet whimpers before taking it back between her lips, sucking again. She gave the same attention to your other breast and your hands frantically searched for a zipper somewhere on her dress while her hands began working on your belt.

She soon had your belt loose, the button and zipper on your chinos undone, exposing the fabric of your underwear.

You finally found the zipper on the back of her dress, and she laughed, capturing your lips in a kiss as you dragged it down. You gently pulled the sleeves down her shoulders, you thought that it looked good on the floor with your shirt, your things looked good together, and you hoped that maybe it was something you would be allowed to see more often. Maybe your own clothes would make their way into a few of Larissa Weems's dresser drawers, and maybe a few of your books and knick knacks on her bedside table, your things taking on her intoxicating scent.

“What are you thinking, darling?” Larissa asked, noticing how quiet you had become while lost in thought.

“Just you.” Was your honest reply, “and how right this feels.”

“Oh honey, that's so cute.” She peppered your face with kisses. “I was worried you didn't like how I looked since you got so quiet when you took my dress off.”

“Oh! No, you are very, very, very sexy.” You said, sincerely. You placed your hands on her hips and kissed her. “This is all just very overwhelming, I've wanted this for a really long time.”

Larissa tutted, and guided your hands to her chest. You teased her for a moment, feeling her nipples harden under the cups of her bra, then, sick of the garment, you reached behind her back to unclip the damn thing.

“Fuck, Riss.” You mutter, “you're beautiful.”

She hums in approval while you explore her chest with your mouth, running her fingers through your hair. Every now and then her grip would tighten, letting you know you hit a sweet spot. Your hands crept their way to her panties, you were very excited to take these off. She gasped when you roughly grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. You made quick work of getting rid of the rest of her undergarments. She helped by kicking her shoes off and stepping out of the fabric that was now pooled at her feet.

“So beautiful.” You say again, admiring her.

“You're still wearing too much, love.” She whispers, tugging your pants down. “I want to see you too.”

Your pants were followed by your underwear, and now, after kicking off your own shoes and socks, you were left just as exposed as her.

“Simply beautiful, honey.” She whispers. “I've also wanted this for a long time.”

“Rissa, should we talk first?” You ask, quietly.

Larissa considers you for a moment, then, without warning, picks you up so you can sit on the desk.

“Okay, let's talk.” She says, bringing your arms back to her waist. You hold her just like that, admiring her as she began to pull the pins out of her hair. “So we've both wanted each other for a long time. How would you like to proceed, long term?”

She places the bobby pins on the desk, away enough that they won't be in the way of any activities should you continue.

“I know, from what Marilyn told me, that what you did with her meant nothing. She was your friend with benefits. Do you want the same from me, or something different?”

“Larissa, I want to be yours. All yours.” You say, with all seriousness. “There is no one else I want to be with. I want more than just sex from this.”

“You would like to be my partner?” She asks, it's hard to read her expression.

“Very much so.” You promise.

You swear the smile she gives you could light this whole town.

“I want that too, my darling. I want you to be mine.”

You have only seen her with her hair down a handful of times, but each time left you wanting so badly to run your fingers through the long strands. You raised one of your hands, letting yourself do so for the first time. She sighed and brought you in for yet another kiss, which quickly turned desperate and heated.

“I adore you.” she whispered breathlessly. You felt something in the air change, but couldn’t tell what. “can I tell you something, I don’t think you know about me?” She asked, her voice was so quiet. You nodded, your hands shaking slightly from nervousness.

She kissed a trail to your ear, and playfully nibbled your earlobe before she whispered, “I’m a shape shifter.” and you felt something stiff poke your inner thigh.

“You can tell me if you don’t like this, but I really can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to be inside you.” She continued, pushing your legs apart and bringing a hand down to explore. She gathered up a bit of wet from your entrance and dragged it up between your folds, to your clit. Your toes curled as she began slowly rubbing it with her index and middle finger.

“Oh fuck.” You moan, you don't think you had ever been more turned on in your life. You were already so close to the edge and she was only getting started. “Larissa, please.” You practically beg, reaching between her own legs for her shapeshifted member. She was already so hard, and had beads of precum dripping from the tip. You helped her line up with your entrance, tensing as she slowly pushed in.

She immediately noticed your discomfort, and gently massaged your thighs, “Relax darling, you have to relax.” She reminded you. You took a deep breath and relaxed your legs, you weren't super used to penetration as you had always been one to give more often than receive, and silicone sure felt different from this.

“Good girl.” Larissa praised you, trying to focus on your comfort rather than her own pleasure as she very slowly pushed the rest of the way into you. Once she was buried to the hilt, she paused, allowing you to get used to the sensation of being so full. She tried not to think too hard about how warm and soft you were. It was heavenly, but she wanted you to feel good as well.

“You can move now, Rissa.” You quietly assure her, kissing her neck. You bury your face in her shoulder and dig your fingers into her back as she starts a slow rhythm, pumping in and out of you. It felt so good to have her like this. She fit inside of you perfectly, and the only thing you could think about was how filled you felt with her inside of you.

“Fuck.” Larissa moaned, feeling your walls contract around her. You were so. Fucking. Tight. She needed to distract herself, or she really would cum sooner than she wanted.

“Right there Riss, yes.” You encouraged her.

You felt her cock twitch when you said this, and smiled, kissing the blonde on the lips.

Larissa was doing her best to keep herself from finishing so fast, and tried to focus on imaginary math problems in her head instead of how good you felt around her cock or how soft your lips were. Her eyes widened when she noticed you had brought your hand to your clit to continue what she had stopped earlier. Every time you squeezed around her, she felt herself become less in control. It wasn't too long before she finally left all cares about any kind demeanor behind, too focused on your pretty little pussy as she began fucking you deeper and faster.

Your moans filled the air and you tilted your head back as she pumped in and out of you. You never noticed the mirrors on the ceiling before. But God, you would never get the image of her, head buried in between your neck and shoulder, completely lost in pleasure.

“Rissa, please.” You weren't quite sure what you were begging her for, you could hardly think as you felt yourself beginning to reach your own peak.

She moaned your name, over and over as she kept fucking you. You knew you would be sore tomorrow but didn’t care enough to slow her. You could tell she was close and, when you felt her rhythm dissolve into something much more akin to feral rutting, you knew she was close as well.

“Mm gonna cum, baby.” You moaned. “Please, Larissa.”

She cried out your name again as she went over the edge, and you followed right behind her, milking her for every single drop she could give you.

You felt, more than heard, Larissa say something as she had nuzzled your neck, trying to get as close to you as she could.

“Hm, what was that baby?” You asked, stroking her hair.

“I said, you're mine.” She muttered, lifting her head enough to kiss your cheek.

“Just yours.” You promise, feeling a small high from the afterglow. “but it took you long enough.”

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Usually, once you and Larissa got going, nothing short of Armageddon could pry the 2 of you apart. But you’d been considering something for some time. You just couldn’t bring up something sexual when you weren’t in the bed.

But, now you were. You hovered over the pliant blonde laying on her back. One of your legs was trapped between hers, grinding upward into where she needed it most. You felt, just on the other side of the wetness spread all along your thigh, her throbbing core. It wept more and more for you as your thumb rotated against her clit. Your lips and tongue closed around her nipple, smirking at the sounds falling from her lips.

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“so you’re telling me that you’ve touched yourself.. SO MANY TIMES?! and you couldn’t make yourself cum once.”

“yeah.” i whispered, embarrassed we were even talking about this. i couldn’t stop thinking as we laid there together. what if it was just too difficult to make me cum and i just never would get to experience it?

“i think it’s just too difficult for anyone to make me cum.” i added on quietly.

billie just stood there smirking at me. she had this cocky grin and i’m honestly not sure what she was thinking about. it was hard to tell. what if she was judging me?

“why are you looking at me like that?” i questioned, genuinely puzzled.

“hmmm.. i know exactly how to make you cum.” she moved a little closer and sat us both up, placing her hands on my waist.

“what do you mean?” i breathed out, face to face with her. i was so confused. we were supposed to be best friends. that’s it. i couldn’t help always feeling something more for her though.

she didn’t answer, just gently pushed me down onto my back. then i felt her lips press against mine as we began making out. fuck i was getting so wet already. maybe she did know how to make me cum. i still didn’t fully believe her yet though..

“let me take care of you baby.” her voice was raspy. i was absolutely soaked for her. i’d always dreamt of this but she didn’t need to know that. not yet anyway..

she placed kisses along my jaw, down to my neck, then to my boobs. she left marks on her way down, until she got all the way down to my inner thighs. she spread my legs open and quickly pulled down my pyjama bottoms and underwear.

“i’m gonna show you what it’s like. i’ll give you the best orgasms of your life. trust me sweetheart.”

i whimpered, begging her to please do something to me. i heard her giggle at my impatience, then her right hand was on my thigh. two of her fingers ran through my folds and i was already a whining mess.

“so wet for me already huh angel? you need me that bad?”

“yes please billie, i need you.” my voice was whiney, “make me feel good pleaseee.”

her fingers immediately pushed into me, staring off slow but soon settling on a quick and steady pace.

“oh.. bil! fuck.. feels so good. please don’t stoppp.” moans just toppled out of my mouth one after another as she started leaving more marks on my neck.

“that’s it angel. doing so good for me.”

her thumb found its way to my clit and rubbed small but hard circles against me, causing my moans to get impossibly louder.

she kissed me over and over before whispering against my lips, “cum for me baby, i know you need to, you can do it.” before she kissed me again. that was all i needed to fall over the edge and i stopped kissing her, too busy whimpering and moaning. loud.

“don’t stop.. dont stop.. fuck!!” i practically screamed as i came down.

“that’s it baby. my good girl. i’m so proud of you. see that didnt take long, it wasn’t difficult at all.” she smirked against my lips before kissing me, just making me horny all over again.

“think you can go again for me hm? can i make you cum again? pleaseee.”

i desperately nodded and arched my back, trying to get her to start quicker.

she once again kissed down my body, stopping at my pussy. i felt her tongue run through my folds and that was it. i was a whimpering mess. she was licking and slurping my juices, every so often sucking and licking my clit before moving down again.

i wasn’t gonna last long. not even 5 minutes. soon enough, my legs were shaking, my breathing was getting ragged, and my moans were getting louder and louder. i was so glad she lived on her own because otherwise we would’ve let the whole house know that we were fucking.

“bil!!” i whimpered as i came for the second time, feeling her pepper gentle kisses over my thighs once i’d come down.

she kissed her way back up to my face, whispering against my lips.

“just one more for me. you can do it honey.”

“please.” my voice was breathy.

she carefully moved off me and went to her wardrobe, then she pulled out her strap. fuck. i didn’t know if id be able to handle it. she must’ve read my mind because she walked up to me and spoke.

“you’ll be able to baby. you’re wet enough for it.”

that obviously just made me wetter.

she put the strap on before gently spreading my legs open again which had closed after my last orgasm.

“hold still. you’re gonna do so good for me angel.” she whispered, kissing my jaw and the corner of my mouth before lining herself up with my entrance and gently pushing the tip in.

“ah!! billie wait!” i put one of my hands on her lower stomach, causing her to stop straight away for me.

“tell me when you’re ready for more. we’ll go as slow as you need i promise.” she teacher her hand out for my free one and held it, running her thumb across it.

after about a minute of me just breathing and talking to billie a little, i nodded at her and she slowly pushed the length of the strap into me, carefully stretching me out. my back arched and i was struggling to take it, but i also needed it.

“keep breathing baby, you can do it for me you’re taking me so well. my good girl.”

once she’d got the whole thing inside of me, she ended up moving very very slowly at first, careful not to hurt me at all. once i told her to speed up, she did. i was moaning louder than before somehow.

“fuck!! it feels so good!” i was so loud.

“good girl telling me how you feel, doing so good for me my pretty girl.”

my legs opened wider and i was so needy for her.

“please!! i’m gonna cum!” my voice was starting to crack from all the noise i’d been making.

i just really needed to cum. well that’s what i thought.

“cum for me sweetheart. i’ve got you.” she whispered, moving her free hand that was once holding my hip, down to my clit, rubbing as i came over her strap.

i got so overstimulated though, i ended up squirting over the bed, the strap, her thighs, her lower stomach, my thighs, and wherever else it managed to get.

“no more bil. too tired.” i panted once i’d calmed down a little.

“can i pull out?” her voice was so soft.

i nodded but then added, “slowly though please. be gentle.”

she nodded and very carefully pulled out of me, which made me wince a bit but soon enough i was alright, just very tired.

she ran me a bath and after, got me into her bed after changing the sheets. when we were cuddling, i heard a whisper.

“see i told you i could make you cum. i made you cum three times. it wasn’t one bit difficult.”

i looked up and saw that smirk on her face.

“you fucked me so good bil.” i mumbled, cuddling into her boobs and holding on to her tight.

“you squirted.” i heard her giggle.

“shushhh i didn’t mean to it just happened babyyy.” i whined sleepily.

“i liked it.” she mumbled back, before playing with my hair and soothing me to sleep.

the next morning, we got up and spoke about what had happened. obviously there was more feelings towards eachother than just friendship. we made things official and i couldn’t be happier. i did end up having to cover all the marks on my neck though.

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Wednesday: *affronted* Your tongue’s been in my mouth. Please refrain from calling me dude.

Enid: Sorry. My mistake.

Enid: *clears throat, tenderly cups Wednesday’s face* Babycakes, sweetheart, cutie can I, the love of your life, please borrow your jacket before I freeze to death?

Wednesday:

Wednesday: *blushing glaring while handing Enid her jacket* …dude is fine.

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Inked Desires

Pairing: g!p Natasha x fem! Reader

Tags Minors DNI: smut, Natasha has a dick, also covered in tattoos w/ piercings, buff out of this world, she's hot okay, cunnilingus, handjobish, unprotected sex, breeding yup, alcohol at the beginning

A/N: I'm cheating and putting these two together, oops! This is my first time writing something like this, so please be gentle. Also, would really love some feedback on this so I know for the future to either write more like this or just tell me to stop now. Thanks so much for reading and thanks for the requests!! 🩵

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"Here, take this!" Your friend says over the loud music, handing you another cup half filled with a mixture of liquor.

You don't question her and take the cup from her, drinking it down in only two gulps. Kate laughs and cheers as you do, doing the same with the cup she held.

By now, you were a few drinks in, and the house Kate had dragged you to was full of people. This definitely wasn't your type of scene, but as you danced among the bodies in the lowlit living room, you couldn't help but feel grateful she had.

As your hips move against your friend, she leans over to your ear. "She's staring at you again," Kate laughs, and your eyes move to the corner of the room.

There was the stranger of the night, a tall woman who stood out, whose green eyes had been watching your every move since you walked in the door. Her muscular arms were covered with art of all kinds, disappearing up into the sleeves of her shirt. She brought her red cup to her lips again, her face mostly hidden from the light.

Instead of replying, you only continue to dance, this time keeping eye contact with your stranger. The woman watches as your hips sway, your hands traveling your own body as you move to the music. It doesn't take long after that before she's finally striding across the room, standing a head taller than most of the crowd.

When she reaches you, you can finally see the rest of her gorgeous face. Above her sprightly green eyes, you noticed a piercing on her eyebrow, a few on her nose, and one on the bottom lip of the smirk she gave you. As she stands in front of you, you literally have to look up at her, and you realize she was much more toned up close.

"I'm just gonna grab another drink!" Kate raises her voice above the music for the two of you to hear.

"I'll catch up with you later!" You shout back to which she only laughs and shoots you a "Yeah, right," before walking off.

You turn your attention back to the stranger.

"I haven't seen you here before. What's your name?" She asks. Her eyes shamelessly roam the soft features of your face and the curves of your body.

"Y/N... this is my first time here. What's yours?" You ask with a blush on your cheeks. She tucks back her red hair behind one of her ears, revealing to you even more piercings.

You don't know if it's the alcohol or the feeling the stranger ignited in your chest, but you feel compelled to step forward and rest your hand on her muscular bicep. Your finger traces the tattoos that littered the skin there.

"Natasha," she says with a smile. "Wanna go upstairs?" A cock of her eyebrow with the piercing sticking out is enough to get you wet.

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As soon as the door closes, the two of you are on each other, kissing feverishly. Her hands are under your shirt, touching your skin as she lifts you against the door. Your legs wrap around her hips, and you smile against her lips at how easily she lifted you. She was strong. You could feel her muscles under her tight shirt, squeezing you impossibly close.

But when her tongue slips past your lips, you gasp and pull away, a string of saliva pulling between your mouths.

"What's wrong? Do you need to stop?" She asks with a concerned expression. You look at her with wide eyes.

"No - no, I'm fine, it's just. Is your tongue...?" You didn't know how to ask. She chuckles and ducks her head before looking back at you. Natasha lets her tongue slide across her top lip, and it's then your suspicions are confirmed.

"Split, and yes... it will feel better," Natasha says in a cocky tone, her lips attaching to your neck as she carries you to the bed. You feel your back hit the soft mattress, and she lets go of you to remove your shirt.

"I want to see them all," you breathe out and run your finger over the skin on her arm. She smiles and pulls back, taking off her shirt to reveal she was completely covered. "They're beautiful..." You let your eyes take in the sight of the art, your hands tracing the dark lines and over the grooves of her abs. Natasha is a God.

As she continues to undress you, she kisses as much skin as she can, her lips soft and wet with every touch. When she gets to your breasts, you feel her tongue spread, taking your nipple between the two halves and sucking it.

"Oh- oh fuck," you moan out, suprised at the unfamiliar feeling and how good it felt. Natasha hums and lays you back, kissing down your stomach. When she spreads your legs she looks at you with hungry eyes, seeing how wet you already were.

"All this for me, baby?" She asks, letting a finger move up and down your wet folds. Your body shivers with anticipation. The way she looked at you, the way she looked, you were willing to let this stranger do absolutely anything to you.

"All for you.." You husk back, watching her split tongue wet her lips again.

Natasha kneels down at the edge of the bed and puts your legs over her shoulders, her hands grip your thighs tightly.

"How fucking lucky am I then?" She smirks up at you before placing soft, teasing kisses on your thighs.

You feel her mouth attach to your clit, and the heat in your stomach burns hotter. She licks up your slit, groaning as she tastes you.

"Fuck you taste so good," Natasha moans and let's her tongue lick up to your clit. She let's the two halves spread and rub against you. The new feeling makes you arch your back, your head thrown against the comforter.

"G-God Nat, that feels so good!" You moan and try to squeeze your thighs, but her grip kept your legs spread as she continued to eat you out. The sounds of her mouth against your wet pussy were the most sinful sounds you had ever heard, and the moans leaving your mouth were sounds nobody had ever elicited from you before.

She groans against you, the vibrations causing even more pleasure. "That's it baby," she says in between licks, "Want you to cum all over my face." Natashas tongue moves in two different ways, the coil in your lower stomach twisting up.

Your hands grip the comforter as she moves quicker, and the coil begins to unravel as you come undone

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," your back arches again and your legs tremble around her head as you let out a pornographic moan. Natasha hums agaisnt you as you come, her hands not flinching to hold your thighs apart.

She licks every drop, her tongue swirling around your sensative clit one more time before she lets go and stands up. "Come here," Natasha commands, and with a dizzy mind you sit up, trying to catch your breath. She bends down to take your jaw, kissing you rough and sloppily. You forces you to taste yourself, and her tongue pushes in your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue.

You can smell your own arousal on her face, feeling it wet your nose and lips. You blush, almost embarrassed with how wet this stranger made you.

"Now lets see how well you can ride my cock," Natasha chuckles and pulls back to remove her remaining clothes. Your eyes are settled on her breasts, unable to remove them from the piercings on her nipples. When you can pull yourself away from the sight of the silver metal against pink, you look down to see her remove her underwear. She was hard, painfully hard just from eating you out.

She tosses the boxers in the corner where other random clothes lay, and you gave her a curious look. "It's my room, don't worry. Didn't even know you were in my house, did you, love?" Natasha strides back to the bed and sits with her back against the headboard, pulling you closer to her.

"No, I didn't. I'm sorry... my friend kind of dragged me out tonight," you say with red cheeks, and she kisses you desperately.

"Thank God she did," Nat mumbles against your lips. She lets out a groan as your hand reaches between the two of you to lightly grip her cock, and you could feel how she was already throbbing for you. You begin to move your hand up and down slowly as the kiss turns sloppy, her tongue sliding yours between hers. Natasha revels in the feeling of her in your soft hand, your delicate fingers moving along the veins of erection.

"Shit - that feels so good," she moans into the kiss as your hand movements speed up. Your thumb swipes across the tip, precum dripping out already. You smile at the low moan that leaves her lips and continue to jerk her as you kiss. "I need you, please. Fuck I need to be inside you," she begs, and the sound of her begging was something you wanted to hear again. You take her lower lip between your teeth, sucking on the piercing before letting go with a 'pop'.

"I wanna ride you so bad, Nat.. I'm so wet for you," you whisper and let your kisses trail down to her sharp jaw. You feel her cock twitch in your hand as you speak and she grabs your wrist to stop your hand movements, panting as she does.

Natasha turns you around quickly, groaning at the sight of your ass as you straddle her lap and let her hands guide you onto her thick cock. You slide down slowly, letting out a moan when you feel her filling you up.

"Just relax baby, you're so fucking tight," she mumbles as she watches herself slowly disappear inside of you. She let's out a low moan as she feels your hot cunt swallow her, the back of head hitting the headboard when she feels your walls squeezing her. The feeling alone was enough for her mind to sever ties with reality, the only thought was you.

The sensation has that coil tightening inside of you again. You rest your hands on her toned thighs for support, relishing in the way her muscles flexed underneath your fingertips.

Natashas' hands continue to guide you, and after you had adjusted to her large size, you begin to grind yourself down on her lap.

"Just like that baby, fuck... feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You were just made to take me," she groans, her words only driving you to move your hips faster.

Her large hands move to your sides and up your body, groping your skin as she starts to move her hips up to meet yours. The two of you find a rythem together, and soon you find yourself willingly bouncing on her cock. Her hands moved to gather your hair, wrapping it into a fist in her right hand. She tugs on it and pulls your head back, a loud moan leaves your lips at the feeling.

"You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" She smirks, tugging your hair again.

"Yes - god, yes, Nat!" You whine as her lips find your neck. She bites down hard on your pulse point, surely leaving a mark, and leaves hot open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

"I know you do, you little slut. Fucking dripping on my cock. You feel how easy I slide in and out of you?" She says and with her left hand she grabs your jaw. "Answer me."

"I'm so wet, you make me so wet," you whine again, feeling her fingers move between your teeth. You suck hard as you look in her eyes, your tongue swirling around spit dripping down your chin. When you bite down, it surprises her, but she only chuckles darkly.

In a second, Natasha had let go of your hair and pushed you down face first onto the mattress. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, but soon after, she's lifting your hips and sliding into you again. Both of you moan at the feeling of how deep she goes.

"Christ, it doesn't matter how long I fuck you. You're just - so - fucking tight," she grunts in between words, her cock drilling you into oblivion. With every thrust you can hear the bedframe hitting the wall, and you can't help the pitiful noises that leave your mouth.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," You rasp out. A sharp slap on your ass makes you whimper as you feel it begin to sting.

"No, shit, hold it in," Natasha warns. You feel the pressure of her body move on top of you. The piercings on her breasts rub against your back with each powerful thrust, and her arm moves underneath your neck to hold you tightly.

Natasha grunts in your ear as she pounds into you, letting out a moan when she feels your slick cunt tighten around her length. "I'm almost there, baby. Are you gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?"

You nod the best you can in her tight grip, only able to get out a "Yes," in between gasps.

"You feel so good, Y/N. You want me to cum inside you? Fuck- I wanna fill up your tight little pussy so bad..." She groans against you and her words send you over the edge.

"Oh god, Nat! Please fill me up, please," you beg her, and just the thought of it is enough to let go. Your orgasm ripples through your body, sending shockwaves of pleasure to your core.

Natasha moans loudly as she feels you coating her cock with your cum, and she can no longer hold back. "Fuck- Y/N!" She groans and you whine as you feel her hot load spurting inside of you, her cock twitching as she slows her movements. "Take every.. last.. drop.." She pants as she thrusts a few more times.

The two of you stay like that for a while, her cock inside you as she stills above you. Your head rests against her arm as you attempt to catch your breath. When she removes herself slowly, and you wince at the soreness and empty feeling. Natasha lays next to you and you turn on your side to face her.

"Hi," she chuckles at the exhausted features on your face.

"You just fucked the life out of me and you're going to say... 'hi' ?" You laugh, suprised to see a blush on the strong womans cheeks as she laughs along with you. Your hand reaches out, resting on her stomach and tracing the lines of her tattoos again.

After the two of you clean yourselves up, you begin to dress yourself, feeling her eyes on you as you pull your shirt over your head.

"You don't have to go, you know. I'm not like that," she says gently, and you look up to see her pulling on a pair of jeans. You smile at her kind demeanor and walk over to her.

"I have to take my friend home," you say and lean up on your toes to kiss her cheek. She has to bend down for you to reach her lips, but she doesn't complain.

"Well, maybe I can take you out sometime," Natasha smirks and rests her hands on your waist. You nod as you look up to her.

"I would love that.." You reply honestly, wanting nothing more than to get to know her and count the endless tattoos that cover her body.