Larissa x reader

Hidden meanings| NSFW

*Authors note~ I love this idea as I'm coming up with tattoo ideas for myself. I'm obsessed with meaningful ones that aren't completely obvious unless your someone very close to me. So the end of this is fully inspired by some thoughts of mine.*

Trigger warnings ~ tattoos, dominant r sub l daddy kink oral fingering strap degrading overstim if you squint

Prompt~tumblr anon~ Requesting a smutty Larissa x reader fic where the reader seems innocent, but Larissa finds out that the reader is a top with multiple tattoos and piercings.
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Being a teacher with tattoos is always such a controversial subject. And as soon as you were introduced to tattoos you were obsessed. You'd gotten quite a few mainly hidden away by clothing, but none any less meaningful to you. For you, it was nice to decorate the body you were given and finally feel confident in your own skin. If a bit of ink and needles could do that then who was anyone else to moan.

Your ability for one was a slightly strange one, able to communicate with and see the dead but also being able to see things to come. That's how you knew those tattoos would be ones you'd love forever. So when others would say, "you'll regret it later" you just laughed internally knowing they were wrong.

Despite the tattoos you presented as a innocent young woman, and that's how your girlfriend, Headmistress of Nevermore, Larissa Weems thought of you. She'd not had the pleasure of seeing your additions to your skin as you hadn't been intimate yet. The day was approaching though, kisses lingering longer than the usual and hands roaming each others bodies over the clothing, desperately pawing at each other. You knew it would be time soon, but truthfully you weren't ready for Larissa to lose the innocent image she held of you. It's not that you didn't love who you are and how you are in that department, it was just the fear that she wouldn't see you as feminine anymore. Could even be worse than that, maybe she wouldn't like you being more dominant, her whole job screams dominance.

You and Larissa had a nightly ritual of snuggling up on her sofa in her office with a nice glass of fancy red wine and a roaring fire. It was lovely for you to decompress in such a manner and even then being in your girlfriends arms was something you never wanted to lose. Kisses began to be shared, and they weren't the innocent kind. The desire and need had been building up for months and now tonight it would finally come to head. And truthfully now I'm the moment, you couldn't be anymore ready. "Isa? Are you ready?" You murmured against her lips before nipping at her bottom lip, loving the reaction she gave you. She nodded and quickly found her way back to your lips. They were simply addictive.

You got brave and lead her to her bedroom expertly pinning her to her own bedroom door. Your lips making quick work of finding her pulse point and sucking it into your lips loving her moans and whimpers of need. Clearly, Larissa had assumed she would be dominant in this area of her life but she didn't seem to mind submitting here and now. It wasn't long before you stripped her of her work attire and left her in her underwear. Moving her from the door to the queen size bed you quickly straddled her hips, the power play of her being practically naked and you fully clothed was truly maddening.

Your dominance clearly driving the woman wild beneath you. She was whimpering and whining for more as you bestowed sweet kisses over her exposed skin. You truly wanted to make her feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet so tonight you'd take your time with her. Her silent plead for you to strip yourself of your own clothing was one you were happily to oblige with. Your tattoos were now on full display as you watched her eyes trail over them. Eyes darkening with lust. Your fears were pointless. She clearly loved what she was seeing and your dominance.

Soon enough you were both bare, and you had settled yourself in between her thighs, nips and kisses being placed up and down the inside of her thighs. The moment your tongue took a exploratory swipe of her soaked cunt, you couldn't help but moan at her taste. Diving back in you made sure to pay attention to her aching bundle of nerves and only when her sinfully delicious moans got louder did you slip two fingers in. With a harsh suck of her clit and a simple curl of your fingers that were now buried deep in her core she came with a loud cry of your name. You gently fucked her back from high loving how her cheeks were flushed and her chest heaved beneath you. "Oh my darling Isa, did you think we were done? I'm just getting started my dirty girl, you'll give me more won't you? Give daddy more?" You all put purred in her ear watching as her hips attempted to buck into you almost pathetically.

Larissa was eager to please you, and you had managed to force orgasm after orgasm from her until she was a whimpering, mewling mess absolutely desperate for you to strap up for her. She directed you on where to find hers, and you quickly adorned it before settling in between her thighs once more. You began to tease her leaking core with the fake cock as she pleaded with you for more like the whore she was for you. "Oh doll, do you need daddy to make you cum again? Haven't you had enough darling? No? You need daddy's dick? Then beg for me Isa, beg for daddy"

Beg she did. You'd never had a women beg you quite so intensely and yet you couldn't say you minded. No her constant pleading and whimpers of how good you were making her feel had you slipping into her pussy and bottoming her out. Your thrusts were hard and fast thrusting your cock in deeper with every thrust. Just when she didn't think you could go any deeper, stretch her any wider, you did just that. All she could do is be a good girl and take everything you were giving her.

With the strap you'd forced another two orgasms from the women, until she was begging you to stop, "no more daddy please hurts" she whimpered at you watching you pull out the cock now absolutely smothered in her cum. She couldn't help but whine at the empty feeling watching through half lidded eyes as you rid yourself of the strap and tossed it aside. Your own wetness dripping down your thighs, only then had she realised you hadn't been given the same high as her. In fact you'd given her many orgasms but not a single one for her. So despite her tired limbs and fussy brain she managed to tug you to sit on her face. She lazily licked at your core, sleepiness trying to over take her yet her stubbornness and determination making her fight to bring you to pleasure. It didn't take much, you we're impossibly turned on from fucking her into oblivion that you feel over the edge embarrassingly quick. Like the good submissive she made sure to bring you down and clean you up really good before whimpering one simple half coherent word. "Cuddle?" You happily obliged chuckling at her, as soon as she made her way in your arms she passed out cold. It wasn't long before she joined you in the land of nod either.

Sun beamed through the unclosed curtains, illuminating the room and casting a golden glow over your skin. Larissa had stirred awake a few moments before you and simple took the time to admire your naked form. You lay on your back, the tattoo on your under boob that simply stated "one breath at a time." For you that showed your struggle over the years and how often you forgot to just take it one breath at a time, all through your abusive childhood that was something you tried to live by. Another tattoo on display as a cat in a moon surrounded by stars. Each start holding an initial, Larissa couldn't help but linger here when she saw the I in a star. Was that for her? On your thigh there lay a blue lotus flower. From the flower dangled some mandala chains. It was your biggest tattoo yet you loved it. The tattoo you woke up to Larissa tracing was the on your stomach.

You stirred, feeling soft fingers trailing over the star sign constellation on your stomach mumbling "mmm Isa?" In your drowsy state. "It's me darling I'm sorry they are just so beautiful, I know they have meanings can you explain to me ?" She murmured and you groggily explained each tattoo allowing her to trace and explore the skin she hadn't had the chance to last night. An innocent conversation soon ended with the older women in between your thighs,teasing your soaked core trying map your body and what made you twitch, squirm and moan. You most definitely could get use to this.

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