Larissa x reader

Rhythm is a dancer| fluff

*Authors note~ I absolutely adore this idea and I love dance but I cannot do it due to my condition so this gave me that feeling back. Music is truly magical*

Trigger warnings~ Larissa being thirsty af for r

Prompt~ 🦝anon~ Hi again, sorry hahaha, but I suddenly got this idea.
May I request for a Larissa Weems x
Dance Professor/Instructor Reader.
Larissa needed Reader for something so she went to Reader's studio in the school.
There she found Reader dancing. I like to think Reader's somewhat of a hiphop type of dancer so baggy clothes, sweatpants, and big sensual movements at times.
Larissa just watched for a while then when
Reader was close to finishing their dance they took off their top due to being into the music, leaving them with a sports bra or something. Basically just Larissa thirsting over Reader habshsha thank u v much im sorry if its a bit confusing.
I hope you're well!! <33🦝
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Teaching at Nevermore was nothing short of a dream. The students adored you and you loved the state of the art dance study that you spent most of your time in. Dance was your passion and way of expression, so it was only natural that you'd have a favourite style. Despite how feminine you liked to present outside of the studio, when working or dancing you opted for joggers, Nike trainers, sports bra and a over sized jacket that often sat over an oversized shirt.

Recently, you'd been frustrated with your blossoming feelings for your boss, so that meant you  spent more time in the studio choreographing routines, working out, preparing class routines. One of your favourite things about the studio was your floor length mirrors that gave you a better look at your movements from different angles. They were there but easily tuned out when you got caught up in the music.

Larissa was curious when she heard music coming from the dance studio. It was rather late for you to still be working, and the music in question wasn't suitable for what you were teaching at the moment. She knew you were teaching lyrical and contemporary pieces, hip hop and partner dances where for later on in the school year, after you'd gotten a sense of the student's abilities. So it was very unusual for her to hear Reggae music coming from the studio, a song with rather interesting lyrics. She quickly made her way to the studio to peak round the doorway, catching a glimpse of you in the mirrors. Truly, she began to thank herself for adding those to the studio.

You were stunning, the way you moved with the music, as if you and the music where one. It was clear the style was hip hop due to the bigger movements, style of dress and even the slightly sensual movements. The dancing causing you to get warm but knowing the routine was no where near finished you removed your jacket and shirt as if it was always planned to happen, as if it was the next step in the routine. It was flawless.

Larissa would be lying if she said she wasn't absolutely star struck by your movements. The way you rolled your hips ad the way you had this most adorable blissed out look on your face. Your breathing fast as you continued to walk through the routine. Truly, Larissa would be lying if she tried to protest her feelings and thoughts were pure. You were there, rolling your hips, joggers slipping down your hips ever so slightly exposing the band of your underwear and your sports bra providing skin for Larissa to ogle.

Beads of sweat little your body and Larissa had to fight the urge to come and kiss them away. A taste that was unexplainably you. She watched as the music died out, and your movements slowed to stopping. Your breathing racing along as you sucked in greedy gasps of air before bringing your hand up to wipe your forehead. You made your way to your water bottle taking some greedy swigs. Larissa took that as her cue to leave before you spotted her watching you, well drooling over you. The last thing she wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable by your boss thirsting after you.

Larissa's took herself back off to her chambers, retiring for the night. A quick shower and she was in her bed, mind still replaying that dance over and over again. The ache between her thighs growing every time she replayed the memory. With a sigh in frustration she reached over to her bedside draw to grab something that would help. Only then did she relieve her ache that you'd unknowingly caused as she imagined you working diligently between her thighs. Maybe one day it would be more than a thought, but for now she had the memory of your dance, the way your muscles rippled in the movement, how you'd look so sinfully delicious in casual clothes. That was enough for now.

Word count ~ 842