#nevermore school

The air at Nevermore Academy carried a brisk chill as autumn fully embraced the grounds. Students in their navy uniforms buzzed around like the last embers of a fire, rushing to classes or lingering in corners to share secrets. But for Y/n, the day carried a weight that had nothing to do with classes or assignments.

Y/n had been at Nevermore for just a year, serving as a creative writing instructor after Larissa Weems herself had handpicked them. The principal’s calm authority and elegance made her a striking figure in any room. But to Y/n, Larissa Weems was much more than a commanding presence—she was the person who had unknowingly stolen their heart.

Y/n had always admired Larissa from afar. The principal was all poise and grace, with sharp blue eyes that missed nothing and a smile that could disarm even the most guarded soul. And yet, beneath her polished exterior, Y/n had glimpsed moments of vulnerability, like when she stayed late in her office, a faint crease of exhaustion on her forehead, or the way her voice softened when she spoke about protecting her students.

This particular evening, Y/n found themselves summoned to Larissa’s office under the pretense of discussing an upcoming creative showcase. With a racing heart, they smoothed their shirt and adjusted their posture before knocking on the large oak door.

“Come in,” Larissa’s voice called, warm but measured.

Y/n pushed the door open to find her standing by the tall window, the glow of the setting sun casting her in golden hues. Her platinum hair was pulled back into its usual elegant twist, and she wore a tailored navy dress that seemed to blur the lines between authority and allure.

“Ah, Y/n,” Larissa greeted, turning toward them with a small smile. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, Principal Weems,” Y/n replied, their voice steadier than they felt.

“Please, call me Larissa,” she corrected gently, gesturing to the chair across from her desk.

Y/n sat down as Larissa settled in her own chair. They discussed the showcase for a while, the conversation flowing easily. Y/n couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way Larissa’s hands moved as she spoke, the way her voice carried such certainty.

But as the meeting drew to a close, Y/n hesitated, their heart pounding. They could feel the weight of unspoken words pressing against their chest.

“Larissa,” Y/n began, their voice softer now.

“Yes?” she replied, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Larissa’s expression remained composed, but her eyes softened. “Go on.”

Y/n hesitated, searching for the right words. “I just… I admire you. Not just as the principal, but as a person. You’re incredible—kind, intelligent, and so deeply dedicated to this place and everyone in it.”

Larissa blinked, her composure faltering for a brief moment. “That’s… very kind of you to say, Y/n. I appreciate it.”

“I mean it,” Y/n pressed, their courage bolstered by the flicker of vulnerability they saw in her. “And I know it’s probably unprofessional to say this, but I think I’ve been falling for you ever since I arrived here.”

The silence that followed was heavy, but not cold. Larissa looked at Y/n, her eyes searching theirs as if trying to decipher whether they were being serious or not.

“You’re not joking, are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” Y/n said earnestly. “I’d never joke about something like this.”

Larissa leaned back in her chair, a slow breath escaping her lips. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, her gaze drifting to the window.

“I wasn’t expecting this,” she admitted. “I’ve spent so long keeping my personal life separate from my work, especially in a place like this. It’s… complicated.”

“I understand,” Y/n said quickly, not wanting to pressure her. “I just needed to be honest about how I feel. Whatever you decide, I’ll respect it.”

Larissa looked back at Y/n, her blue eyes filled with something they couldn’t quite place—hope, fear, maybe even longing.

“You’re a remarkable person, Y/n,” she said finally. “And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed you. You’re thoughtful, talented, and you bring something special to this school.”

Y/n’s heart leapt at her words, but they stayed silent, letting her continue.

“But,” she added, her tone more cautious, “this isn’t an easy path to walk. There are expectations, boundaries, and risks. I need time to think.”

“Of course,” Y/n said, nodding. “Take all the time you need. I just needed you to know how I feel.”

Larissa gave them a small, genuine smile. “Thank you for being honest with me. It means more than you know.”

The days that followed were both torturous and exhilarating for Y/n. Every interaction with Larissa felt charged with unspoken tension, yet she remained professional, giving no hint of her thoughts on their confession.

One evening, Y/n found themselves wandering the grounds, the autumn leaves crunching beneath their feet. They had just decided to head back inside when they heard a familiar voice call out.

“Y/n.”

They turned to see Larissa standing beneath the lamplight, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Larissa,” Y/n said, surprised. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was looking for you,” she admitted, stepping closer.

“Is everything okay?”

She nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Yes. In fact, I think everything might be more than okay.”

Y/n frowned slightly, confused, until Larissa stopped a few feet away and met their gaze.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” she began. “About how you feel. And the truth is, I feel the same way.”

Y/n’s breath caught. “You do?”

Larissa nodded, her expression softening. “But this isn’t easy for me. I’ve spent so much of my life guarding my heart, convincing myself that I don’t need anyone. But you… you make me want to try.”

Y/n took a tentative step closer. “We don’t have to rush anything. We can figure it out together, one step at a time.”

Larissa smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds. “I’d like that.”

In that moment, Y/n reached for her hand, and to their relief, she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers intertwined with theirs, warm and steady.

As weeks turned into months, Larissa and Y/n navigated their relationship with care. They stole quiet moments in the library, exchanged knowing glances during staff meetings, and shared late-night conversations that often turned into laughter.

But it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Larissa’s fear of vulnerability sometimes created walls between them, and Y/n’s occasional self-doubt made them question whether they were enough for someone like her.

One particularly stormy night, those fears came to a head.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Larissa said, pacing her living room as rain lashed against the windows.

Y/n watched her, their heart aching at the uncertainty in her voice. “What do you mean?”

“This,” she gestured between them. “Us. What if it all falls apart? What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t,” Y/n said firmly, stepping closer. “Larissa, I know you’re scared. I am too. But I care about you, and I want to be here for you—for us.”

Larissa stopped pacing and looked at them, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s not simple,” Y/n admitted. “But it’s worth it.”

After a moment, Larissa sighed and allowed herself to sink into Y/n’s embrace. They held her tightly, their hand gently running along her back as the storm raged outside.

In time, they grew stronger together, learning to trust not only each other but also themselves. Their love became a source of light in the often-shadowed halls of Nevermore, a quiet but undeniable force that brought warmth to both their lives.

You took a deep breath as the blonde woman put even more papers onto the desk you have been sitting at since you have arrived to her office for your detention. Which was two hours ago.

The letters of the words, the words and the sentences started to connect and you couldn´t really focus on reading those letters which have arrived. Principal Weems was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace which was in her office after she had given more work to you and that meant she was just few steps away from you.

Taking a deep breath and releasing it after, you had to read the sentence again. When you finally understood it, you forgot who was the letter from and that was the moment when you gave up.

“Just mark them with the school seal and that would be all.” The principal said and you nodded your head, reaching out for everything you might need. And then you started sealing the letters.

Working in silence, you didn’t need to ask about anything anymore. Your hands and fingers were doing the work they have been given automatically and you realized that the principal Weems stood up and started walking in your direction for some reason. Then you realized that she was walking behind you where the window of the office both of you were in, was.

“Y/n?” She asked you and you took a deep breath, remembering of everything.

“Yes madame?”

“Do you remember our deal?” the principal asked and you closed your eyes softly. Now Larissa, walked over to you really slowly and as you were sitting, she put her hand onto your shoulder. “Of course, you could change your mind anytime and I won´t make a deal of it-”

“I remember madame. And I haven´t changed my mind,” you said, teasing her with the nickname.

“Sit onto the table. I believe you have worked pretty hard tonight, haven´t you?” the principal asked from you and you just bowed your head, following her command.

You sat onto the table. Looking the blonde into her eyes, you took a deep breath as her eyes fell onto your purple-black uniform and she took a breath.

“Should I take this off madame?” you asked really kindly and Larissa just breathed out.

“Leave your underwear on,” she said and you said “yes” as a sign of that you understood.

You took off your uniform, letting the skirt you had on with the thighs, fall onto the floor together. Revealing your underwear, you took a breath and took off the shirt you had.

You were sitting in the office half naked, or half dressed as Larissa checked your body. She stepped closer to you and you leant onto your hands behind your body, looking up at the woman. You moved your legs a little, making space between your thighs and as you thought, your thong took Larissa’s attention.

“What should I do now mistress?”

Larissa immediately stepped to you and her hand lapped your clit. You gasped at the sudden feeling and she was playing with your body through the fabric of your underwear what you didn’t really like.

“Lay down,” Larissa whispered to you. Her voice made you get goosebumps and as you laid your back onto the table, Larissa pulled your thong out of her way. Her fingers immediately slid inside and you gasped for some air.

“Oh-“

“Keep quiet Y/n,” Larissa warned you and her lips were at your ears. “Keep quiet,” she repeated and you tried to enjoy the feeling of Larissa filling you up without any sound.

Your hands flew above your head and you arched in your back a little. Larissa was between your legs and as you arched, she got a really nice view of your breasts. What a shame they were covered up with your bra.

Larissa kept fingering you softly and her free hand pulled your bra down. Your nipple popped out from your bra and you realized it was hard. But you didn’t think about your breasts that much since Larissa used another finger she entered you with.

“Oh god-“ you whispered only. Larissa lowered herself and wrapped her lips around your nipple, sucking on it and just playing with your body on the table. Your breathing sped up because of the feelings she made you feel and you turned your head to the side, trying to take deep breaths.

“So beautiful you are Y/n,” Larissa complimented you and then she moved her fingers. She went deep.

You moaned out loudly in a response to her note and then you opened your eyes.

“Thank- you- shit-“ you whispered and then cut the eye contact with the beautiful blonde who’s fingers were making you feel all floaty. And then she hit the right spot, the spot which needed her attention the most at that moment and your eyes rolled back into your scalp.

“Oh. If I could, I would mark that neck of yours,” Larissa whispered and she realized how you clenched around her fingers.

“Please mistress. Mark me as yours. Ple-oh-“ you moaned again as Larissa bit on your nipple and then she moved upper.

“Do you think I can mark your neck? Hm?”

“Please- any-anywhere-“ you begged and Larissa sped her fingers up. The ticklish feeling was filling you up and when her hot lips wrapped around your skin which she sucked in, you were sure about that she would leave a red lip print on your skin. She was always wearing red lipstick. Always.

You clenched around her fingers again. The hardest yet. You opened your teary eyes and you lifted your head a little up, searching for the woman’s eyes.

“Mommy- can I- please can I-“

Larissa just smirked down at you as you breathed out and then whined. You knew that she wouldn’t let you cum without a permission, her eyes were telling you. And she knew if she kept pleasuring you so you couldn’t speak, you wouldn’t cum that fast.

“Can I cum- please can I cum-“ you said quickly, too fast for Larissa to realize.

“What was that darling?” She asked with a smirk on her lips and she bumped her fingers into you harsher.

“Fuck! Cum? Please!” you almost screamed that loud the walls wouldn’t take it. Larissa smiled at you and kissed your nipple.

“Not yet love. I want to enjoy you for a little longer.” Larissa teased you and you tried to hold it all back.

When Larissa slowed her fingers down, you breathed out, feeling the wave of pleasure fading away. You whined out in exhaustion and turned your head to the side.

Larissa stimulated your clit, watching your body twitching under her on the table. You bit on your lower lip when her fingers found your entrance once more and you waited only for her to make the next move, to start that all again.

The blonde knew. Once she was sure all of the feeling were gone, she used her fingers and pushed them inside, stretching your tight walls out. You moaned out and you bit on your lip even harder. That hard you could taste the metal taste of your own blood.

“Look at her. Laying on my table and not able to take it.” Larissa teased you and her hot tongue wiped the blood off your lip.

She didn’t slow down. Not even a little. When your legs started to shake again, you wanted to ask her if you could cum but you knew she wouldn’t allow you to.

“Go ahead. Ask. Or I will stop,” Larissa said and you listened to her command.

“P-Pleas-e can I-“ you wanted to ask but you weren’t able to put one sentence together.

“If you can what?” Larissa teased and she went a little harder than before, trying to catch you.

“Can I- pl-please c-cum!” you whined this time really loud. Larissa just smiled at you and as you both made eye contact with each other, something was telling you that she wouldn’t let you. “Please-“

“Cum.”

That word was the only one on your mind since she said it. Your eyes rolled back and your cunt clenched that hard around her fingers, you could feel her nails cutting you. A soft scream filled her office and your sweaty back was lifting from the table you had been laid on.

“Mommy!” you screamed with the last wave of the orgasm she brought you. Once that one was over, Larissa pulled out her fingers and she licked them clean. You opened your eyes tiredly and looked at the woman who had smirk on her lips and her gray eyes were watching you. “T-thank you-“