sarah paulson character smut one shots

Linda Tripp- How Big? Pt. 1

TW: G!P, smut, mommy kink, fingering, edging.

It was a snowy, bitter cold afternoon after school as you made your way to your friend Allison's house. The snow was coming down fast and you were leaned close to your steering wheel, trying to see the road.

"Fuck," you cursed to yourself, knowing you had to get there to study. The test was tomorrow and you and Allison needed to get everything memorized. You finally reached her driveway and get to the door. She had gotten home only seconds before you so she went upstairs to get comfy clothes on, put her stuff down etc. Approaching the door, you decide to still be polite and knock. You stood shivering in your short denim skirt, uggs and leg warmers, and soft white sweater.

Soon enough, you see a figure walk to the door. She opens it with a smile. There stood Linda with her suit still on from work. A beige, flannel jacket, white shirt and matching dress pants, along with her large gold heart necklace.

"Hi there y/n," she welcomes you in with a bright smile, stepping to the side and giving you a good look up and down. "Come in you must be freezing," she marvels, looking at your outfit.

"Oh I'm alright," you brush off, taking off your back pack. "I'll take that sweetheart," she cooed, pulling it off your arms. "Mm you shouldn't be carrying this much weight on these beautiful shoulders. I tell Allison the same thing. You're going to regret it once you're old."

"I'd like to see how heavy that Kate Spade bag is Miss Tripp. I know you're a woman of your work," you laugh, looking to her loaded work bag sitting in the foyer.

"Oh please. It doesn't matter. I'm already old," she scoffs, adjusting her circle glasses. "Allison hopped in the shower by the way make your self at home dear," she began to walk away.

Any time you see Linda it seems as though you two share a flirty, teasing manor. Like you were best friends but she always spoke to you with a sense of motherhood and scandal. A strange combination but she was a strange woman. You admired her.

"What? You're not old, Ms. Tripp," you retaliated, cocking an eyebrow, making her turn back towards you.

"Yes I am honey," she chuckled lowly. "And I never had these beautiful dainty shoulders to begin with," she gently runs her hand from your neck down your arm. You look her in the eyes, your mouth agape in slight shock.

"Y-you aren't."

"Well, thank you," she smiled, quickly looking you up and down. "I wouldn't leave Allison waiting. Go on," she nods towards the stairs. You subtly nod and rush upstairs, feeling her eye you the entire time.

Allison soon came into her room wrapped in a towel, then changing into comfier clothes. She peeks out the window with a smile.

"It's really coming down out there. Do you think they'll cancel school tomorrow?"

"I hope. Then we won't have to take that damn test," I scoff. Linda suddenly pops her head in, knocking on the frame.

"Sorry, Why don't you girls come study downstairs and I can make you some hot chocolate and cookies? The snow looks so pretty in the kitchen Allison," she then descended downstairs, starting up the oven. You and Allison laugh.

"Your mom is so cute."

"Oh god. She loves Christmas and gets so excited about the snow. Don't mind her."

"No, no it- it's sweet."

"Mm. Come on let's go," Allison hums, getting off her bed and taking your hand. You both head to the kitchen and there she stood, setting a tray of already made cookie dough, balled up into the oven. You glare at her as you set your books down, watching her glide around the kitchen with ease and grace. As you're sitting, she catches your stare making you quickly look down and back to Allison.