Larissa x reader

Thin line| NSFW

*Authors note~my attempt at enemies to lovers and I know the requestee had been waiting for a little while now so here it is lovely*

Trigger warnings~ masturbation, sex you'd mentioned r has a dick idiots who want eachother but don't believe the other wants them degrading dom r daddy r sub Larissa throat fucking

Prompt~ tumblr anon~ Can you do a fic where Larissa and r hate each other and they don't get along well. And after a few months r catches Larissa pleasing herself and moaning r's name. (Prompt 27. "If you hate me so much, why do you moan my name in the shower!?"). And may it be smut filled please. I love your work and keep it up. I'm proud of you dear. I love your work.
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You and Larissa always had to one up each other. You couldn't help but find her a worthy challenge, she's beautiful and stunning but extremely uptight. But Larissa found you infuriating because you were more down to earth and willing to take more risks. You were still bright and beautiful in your own right but but your confidence was overwhelming. But it doesn't mean that you weren't a lovely person because you were, and Larissa knew that from the glowing feedback from other staff members, Larissa couldn't help but think maybe she's being too harsh on you. Perhaps it was fear, knowing she was attracted to you left her vulnerable and that was not something Larissa wanted to be feeling.

That all said, she couldn't shake the attraction she felt for you, she'd tried, but nothing worked. She always wound up the same way, legs spread as she worked her favourite toy in and out of her soaked cunt, your name tumbling from her ruby red lips as she came. As frustrating and embarrassing as it was, Larissa just couldn't seem to get to the same pleasure by thinking of anyone else, no supermodel, no celebrity and even Morticia had never had the blonde cumming that hard like you do. It had gotten bad for the blonde recently, with the whispers running through the staff that you happened to be extremely gifted, her thoughts began to wonder to a new heightened level.

You hated having to do this after hours, but you needed the principal to sign off on one of your planned experiments, you knew she'd be sat at her desk, a glass of red wine perched delicately in her long slender fingers, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. You'd have one hell of a problem to sort out, maybe that's why you were so cocky around her, a cover up. You couldn't allow her to know she was your very own drug. One you would never wanna quit, but you'd not even really had a full taste yet.

That's when you heard it. A breathily whimper of your name. You paused, surly you'd miss heard that. You had to be wrong. But there it was a again slightly louder than before. The running of water was drowning out your footsteps, that's how you slipped into her office and her adjoining bedroom with out her noticing you. You perched on her bed, leaning back on your arms confidently as you listed to your boss get herself off crying your name as she came.

To say Larissa Weems had the fright of her life would be the understatement of the century really. The woman she'd just fucked herself to thoughts of was currently sitting on her bed looking at her like she wanted to jump her bones there and then. It didn't take you long to advance to the older woman, her backing away and clutching her fluffy towel to her chest as she spluttered about how wrong this was. You hated each other!

"If you hate me so much then why were you moaning my name in the shower pretty thing?" You teased as her eyes widened before spotting the tent in your pants. "It's, um we can't- we shouldn't" she mumbled as her eyes stayed laser focused on your crotch. "If it's so wrong Larissa, why can't you tear your eyes away from the bulge you caused" you purred watching the blonde woman gulp.

You were ready to back away, to accept your feelings were unrequited and go back to your old ways. "Please" was all that she managed to whimper. "Knees now" you demanded as she sank to her knees trying to hold the towel to her body. "Lose the towel. God you can't even do something simple!" You watched as she self consciously let the towel fall to the floor. You stripped down to match her state, not wanting her to feel too out of place. The needy whine she let out when her eyes found your girthy long cock. The whispers were true.

"Are you just gonna stare at it? Or are you gonna open your mouth like a slut and take it?" Before she could even make a sound you shoved the tip of your dick into her mouth. Her eyes widening in shock as you pushed inch by inch into her warm throat. Larissa slacked her jaw to take more of you in an attempt to hopefully soften your thrusts yet it only filed you with more fire. "Hate me such much, yet your on your knees sucking daddy off like a good little whore. Probably whoring yourself out to so many other people" you panted as you felt the familiar tightening in your lower stomach. "Fuck take it like a good little cumslut" you whimpered as Larissa gagged around your shaft, droll dribbling down her chin as you finally came. Shooting hot thick cum down her throat, hands in her wet hair as you pushed yourself impossibly deeper. Only when you came down from the high did you remove your semi hard cock from her now slightly swollen lips and tugged her to her feet. "Still hate me hmm?" The blonde shook her head in shame, "never did but you are too cocky and arrogant."

If only she knew what she'd just done. "Hands and knees on the bed pet" was all you offered as the blonde wordlessly complied. Without much warning you shoved your semi hard cock into her leaking folds which caused her to let out an almost pornographic moan, "fuck too much" she whined causing you to scoop her hair into a make shift ponytail and tilt her head back. "Fucking take it bitch"you almost growled before pushing further into her tight little hole with a harsh smack to her ass. "Daddy!" She squealed. "That's right, you're daddy's bitch. Fuck I wanna see you as you cum all over my dick" you panted slipping out of her long enough to flip her on her back and return to pounding onto her cunt. The delicious sounds of skin on skin and her soaking cunt filled the room, her boobs bounced with every single thrust as she whimpered and whined for more.

Slowly you slipped a hand to wrap around her pretty little throat, applying a light pressure to hopefully add to her pleasure. "Does my sweet slut like daddy's hand being her necklace" you taunted never stopping your ruthless pounding, "nothing but a mere dumb fuck toy for daddy. You don't need to breathe baby, not when you're just pretty holes for daddy to fuck. That sinful throat, mouthwatering tits and this pretty pussy is mine. And that ass, fuck, it's mine too. I'll fuck it so good next time. Be a doll and cum."

That was all it took for Larissa to see stars. The orgasm she'd brought herself to earlier that night paled in comparison to what you gave her. The poor woman was fucked so well that before you managed to cum shepassed out immediately causing you to stop. Consent wasn't there anymore and you cared for her way too much to hurt her in such a way. So you immediately covered her body with the bedsheet and came to settle next to her. Painfully hard but that didn't matter. When Larissa roused back to the land of living she immediately called for you, "I'm here Ris." Only then did it all make sense. And upon sporting your still raging hard on she felt her heart flutter. You stopped when she passed out. "Thank you" she murmured and you nodded in a sign or respect, "of course Rissa, it's true what they say there's a thin line between love and hate. I crossed that ages ago." So yes you maybe painfully hard but stopping was important. Not to say Larissa didn't help you out after or that you two finally admitted feelings and even went public. All because you both walked that line together.

Word count| 1475