Character Oneshots!

Welcome Home Part 2 (S)

Welcome home fucking. Nails. Sub/Dom play? General appreciation, all consenting.

As soon as they made it into Alma's room she was pushed against the door. Y/N automatically changed her height to be the same as hers, feeling kisses all along and down her jaw. Y/N moaned at the feeling, who would have known this gorgeous 1940s lesbian was hers, and that she wanted her back.

"You're not leaving me again, not now," she wispered in Y/N's ear, before trailing her teeth down her neck. Y/N grasped her hips, pulling Alma closer. Each nip and suck along the column of her neck was pure bliss, soothed over by warm tongue. She could tell that Alma was marking her, giving her a reason to remember who she belonged to and where she belonged.

"I'm all yours," Y/N confirmed, allowing Alma to grasp her any way she wanted. She relinquished control, wanting her to know she was never leaving again.

"That's right," she confirmed, moving up from Y/N's neck. "All mine," she whispered over her lips, capturing then once more and gaining entry into that gorgeous mouth. Their mouths danced, they made out until Y/N couldn't breathe, she pulled away, her head falling against the door with a soft thud. "Breathe, Darling," if she wasn't turned on before, Y/N certainly was now.

"You're so hot," Y/N said, staring at Alma. All she could think in that moment was: 'too much clothing'.

She reached for the buttons of the Headmistress's jacket, undoing them one by one. All the way down, revealing the blouse she wore below. They pushed it off her shoulders, allowing for the blouse to be unbuttoned too, with each new inch of skin being revealed, another mark being made.

It was pushed off her shoulders, along with Y/N's waistcoat and shirt, all hitting the floor and freeing the women to be with eachother. "You're so beautiful." She wasn't sure which one of them said it, but for both it was true. To the other, they were beautiful.

They came together in a slower, passionate kiss, allowing for them to explore eachother's mouths without the urgency of before. They had forever together.

"Tonight is about you," Alma said, slowly pushing Y/N to the bed, positioning her in the middle of the bed, allowing for her to be comfortable against the cushions. Alma pulled the rest of her clothes of , quickly pulling the pins out of her hair, before unbuckling Y/N's belt and removing her black trousers.

They were finally with eachother, after all this time. Alma stared at her prize, anticipation swelling within her. She had to remind herself, tonight was about Y/N's return, and therefore not about her own needs. Although, she ever so needed to pleasure her. Alma moved upwards placing her body above Y/N, knee between her legs. Y/N pulled her close, them sharing another kiss between them, slow and gently and full of everything they couldn't say just yet.

"God, you're so beautiful," Y/N said, pushing her fingers through Alma's hair, untangling it from itself.

"Speak for yourself," she responded, moving lower, allowing for her mouth to take one of Y/N's breasts, pulling, licking, sucking, marking it.  Y/N thew her head back, one had in Alma's hair still, the other arm thrown across her mouth, muffling any noise.

"Be a good girl for mommy and be quiet, can you do that?" Y/N's eyes widened, shock clearly across her face, and nodded. Never would she think her headmistress would ever refer to herself as 'mommy'.

"Now, are these okay?" She lifted one of her hands from where they were resting around Y/N's waist, holding up two fingers, indicating at her talons.

Y/N moaned at the thought, she had a thing for Alma'a hands, particularly her talons.

Alma grasped Y/N by the chin, looking at her slightly concerned, "I'm going to need words, Darling."

"Oh god, yes, please!"

"Mmmmmm, I'd prefer Goddess over god, but nobody has ever called me that before," she hummed in appreciation.

She watched as something passed over Y/N's face. And she knew instantly it was jealousy, just the thought of someone else calling her anything remotely the same was causing her lover jealousy.

"Are you ready?" She snapped Y/N back to the present, watching as she watched Alma's fingers.

"Yes," she breathed, arching slightly up into her. "Please."

Alma almost melted at the sound, but she had to stay focused. She moved her hand lower, allowed her nails to open Y/N's folds, prompting her to open wider, and watched as Y/N's face contorted from the pleasured pain. It was a beautiful thing, mouth open in a silent gasp, eyebrows knitted together, eyes wide. She could look upon it all day and not get bored.

"Fuck," Alma breathed. "You're so hot."

Alma sunk deeper watching Y/N arch.

"Is that okay, darling?"

"Yes, fuck, please, more!" Y/N begged, so consumed with a feeling she'd only drempt about for 11 years, since she was 18.

"You're doing so well, you're such a good girl for me."

Alma began to move slowly in and out, watching as Y/N clutched to her, feeling everything she was being given.

Alma moved faster, obsessed with the little gasps, the faces, the arches in Y/N back, the way that Y/N began to grind in time to her hand. It was everything she wanted. This beautiful woman, in the palm of her hand.

"More, please."

Alma began pumping fully, terrified still of hurting Y/N, but unable to deny her anything. Alma lowered her head to Y/N's breast, allowing her free hand to scrape down her side, watching the effect it had on her.

After a while Y/N became almost frantic, chasing the feeling all the way to the edge. Alma changed her movement slightly, dragging her nails along Y/N's walls, opening her fingers, widening her out. It was too much for Y/N she plummeted over the edge, causing Alma to clamp her hand over Y/N's mouth, terrified of waking the children with such an act as this.

She pumped mercilessly in and out, in and out, until Y/N fell over a second orgasm, tears pricking her eyes at the sheer pleasure. Alma slowed, letting Y/N calm. She eventually pulled out, bringing her fingers to her mouth, stealing the taste of Y/N for herself, a taste she knows now, she could never get enough of. She moaned, a little louder than she would like to admit, but it spurred her on.

Alma moved downwards, settling between Y/N, pushing her face to her, breathing and tasting her, absorbing as much as she could. "Fuck, you're so delicious." She was addicted. Alma managed to coax another orgasm out of her, paying attention of Y/N's clit, and swallowing all the she was being offered.

If Alma could choose one meal to have for the rest of her life? It would be Y/N.

"God, you're good."

"I know," Alma responded, pulling the covers over them both, and settling into Y/N's side. "Welcome home."

"Welcome Home, Indeed."

(A/N: haven't re-read through it, sorry if there are any mistakes 😅)