#weems x reader

As the day wore on things continued to fail you. Your door seemed to be in a constant state of motion, people coming and going constantly. By lunch time you couldn’t help but be emotionally and mentally exhausted from the day, so many students had been sent to you the most ridiculous things. It still blows your mind that a student, just a year shy from graduating, decided it would be a brilliant idea to throw a chair in bounty class. Affectingly smashing a greenhouse window and causing unnecessary chaos. Releasing a small sigh was all you could do before flying into action. Only it didn’t end there, when you weren’t teaching you were helping other classes with behaviour management. You hardly had time to teach let alone just stop and take a breather.

Teaching is hard, you knew that. Teaching outcasts? Even harder. You love the students of Nevermore but sometimes you just wish it would all slow down. The chaos, time and workload was often overwhelming you, leaving you wanting to rip strands of hair from your head. Yet all it takes is one break through, one student you’ve helped make a difference to that reminds you why you do what you do. Why you sacrifice so much of yourself, every day.

What seemed like an eternity later, you finally managed to drag yourself to your wife’s office. Every step was slow and calculated like a person who was carefully gluing themselves together piece by piece. Your bag full of papers to be marked hung over your shoulder as if it weighed a ton. Entering Larissa’s office you instantly felt the pull to the fireplace, the way it casted such a beautiful glow around the room, reflecting off the dark mahogany wooded furniture. Walking silently towards the couch near the fireplace it was if you fell into a trance. The tiny crackles it released as the wood burned steadily, releasing the earthy aroma to be enjoyed as you watched the flames engage in their relentless pursuit of cat and mouse game. Sitting in front of the fireplace allowed the fire to envelop you in its own warm embrace, providing you with a sense of peace warmth and a soothing atmosphere you enjoy for hours to come.

The constant flickering of the flames were enough to keep you interested as you watched them dance. Chasing yet never quite reaching the end goal. In a way you couldn’t help but relate to the flames today. No matter how hard you’d tried to catch up and make the day better for yourself something would weigh you down once more. Never quite reaching the desired end goal. Like a flame there was only so much you could handle before coming burnt out. Truthfully, you have no idea how long you stayed entertained by the fire, stuck in the depths of your own mind but at some point you allowed your gaze to wonder. Larissa’s office is stunning, tall mirrors that span the length of the ceiling, some carefully placed mirrors around the room also. Her desk in the centre of the room while a door joined the office to your shared quarters. Not forgetting her huge beautiful doors that you’d entered however long ago, all neatly furnished with gold fixings. Elegant yet simplistic in the most beautiful way.

Larissa was mid way through another meeting in her day when you entered. At first glance, everything seemed fine. It wasn’t until she payed closer attention to you as the alumni meeting droned on. The way you hung your head towards the ground ever so slightly, the fact you seemed almost drawn into yourself. Smaller. A few loose messy strands of your hair so evidently out of place alongside the way you seemed to stare down the fire place as if you desired to see into the depths of its soul. Now Larissa was no mind reader but she knew her wife like the back of her hand. You needed her. But in what capacity? All she could do is feign paying attention to the meeting and observe you closer.

Finally the meeting was over allowing the shifter to snap the laptop shut and stretch out her stiff back muscles with a pleased hum. It took less than a minute to stride over to where you sat. Crouching down effortlessly in front of you and taking a quick glance as your face that was being bathed in a golden hue showed her what she already suspected. Your almost vacant looking irises were the final clue to what you needed from her. It was her smooth hand that cupped your cheek gently that snapped your attention to her. “Hi” you murmured so quietly she almost missed it.

“Hello darling, how’s my girl doing?” She made sure to speak softly, her words being soaked in the love she had for you. The way she noticed your eyes took a watery sheen to them made her heart clench more than the lazy hum she got in response. “I’m here for you sweetheart. You do know that yes?” Larissa tried again only to receive a small nod and sweet light mumble in response. Her soothing movements of gently stroking your cheek never sized even as she gently guided you to face her, “My poor baby, do you need mommy to help you tonight hmm?”

Big doe eyes shining with unshed tears from the tough day met Larissa’s ocean blue irises, her wife’s lower lip trembled ever so slightly that if she as much as blinked she’d miss it. Larissa could almost see the cogs in your brain turning, trying to formulate a reply before you dropped eye contact and settled for a nod accompanied by a whimpered “yes please mommy.” In that moment, Larissa couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the love she held for you. The way you almost seemed ashamed by needing her comfort, her love, broke her heart and gave her a vital bit of information. Today was a bad day for your mental health. You’d have all of her no matter what and on the good days you were good at remembering, needing love, comfort and support deserves no shame. You didn’t deserve to battle alone and she would do anything to support you through it.

“Such a sweet girl, mommy is here for you baby” the shifter murmured moving to stand to her full height, left hand extended to you in a silent request. Almost instinctively you took her hand and allowed the older woman to lead you to her desk chair. “Mommy?” Your confused plea caused Larissa to smile soothingly at you. “It’s okay sweet girl, mommy’s gonna sit in her chair, and you can sit on my lap yeah? I know how much my baby loves her snuggles.” As graceful as ever the blonde made quick work of settling both of you into the chair, you straddling her thighs comfortably, facing your wife as she cupped your cheeks. Her thumb trailing over your plump bottom lip, in which you instinctively swiped into your lips with ease and began to suckle lightly. “Pretty girl, anything you need from mommy, you just take it okay?”

“More” you muttered around her thumb, eyes holding a slightly glassy tint to them. It was so quiet Larissa almost missed it but the vibrations against her thumb gave your plea away. The way you were almost pawing at her chest couldn’t have been a clear indication to what you were seeking. “Mommy please” you whined helplessly trying to find the words to articulate your requests but each attempt came out muffled and not making much sense. Your words seemed to blur together only adding to the frustration you could feel bubbling away within you. “Hush darling, mommy knows just what her special girl needs. But you have to stand up for me hmm?”

As if you were a china doll, Larissa gently moved you from her lap to stand by her desk. Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth your eyes tracked every movement she made with a curiosity that seemed almost child like. Larissa made quick work of unbuttoning the buttons of her dress to free her breasts that were still cradled in her sapphire lace bra. You were entranced as she skillfully slipped the clasp free and lost the bra, her pert nipples standing to attention due to the change in temperature. A soft whine filled the room before you even realised that it occurred from yourself. Your gaze locked on her chest with a laser focus. So laser focused in fact you missed Larissa skilfully shifted her anatomy with a practiced ease. A simple tap to your hip refocused your fuzzy brain, “come and sit on mommy’s lap baby. Gonna be a good girl for me yes?”

It took a few seconds for the command to settle within you but you soon found yourself taking your rightful place on her lap, hovering over the newly shifted anatomy that was creating a tent in the principals dress. “Mommy” you blinked to gather your thoughts, “want it.” Simply lifting your hips enough to allow Larissa to strip you of your own underwear before helping you settle once again on her lap, this time her cock nudged against your soaked slit. “Are you sure you want this darling?” Her concern was touching and if you were in a clearer mindset you would’ve found it adorable. Yet here and now you just whined at her reaching down between your bodies, joining Larissa’s hand to guide her shaft into you. Larissa sank into you easily, your walls accommodating her sheer size with ease. Contented at finally feeling full, connected and loved you let out a happy little sigh as your eyes fluttered closed.

"Doing so good for mommy sweetheart, just let the stress melt away for me like a good girl" she murmured softly as her hand trailed up your spine. The tension seemed to leave your body almost instantly when your mouth made contact with her by flawless soft skin of her breasts. It was as if the simple contact was enough to soothe the troubles of your day and your mind. This wasn’t a new situation in your relationship at all, Larissa had offered to go through the process of inducing the production of milk for you but for now you were content with just being able to be this close. Perhaps in the future you’d take the step together but for now this was more than enough for you.

It was easy to lose track of time when you spent time with your lover like this. The feeling of being full, your inner walls contracting every so often due to how amazing it feels, your slick arousal almost leaking onto her lap with the amount of time she spent in you. Larissa would busy herself with working on her laptop or on occasions softly reading to you. The days she read to you were your favourite, the softness her words held, the way her breath with hitch with every squeeze of her shaft and the pure love she looked down at you with when you shifter to get better access to her chest.

Larissa couldn’t get over how amazing it felt to be snuggly settled in your warm cunt, it was amazing she lasted a few minutes with how good you always managed to make her feel, “be careful baby, else mommy is gonna cum darling.” The fuzziness had well and truly set in for the night, your body responding but hugging her dick tighter as you continued to suckle her, small whines of protest at the idea of this moment being over. Why? Why does something so good only get to last a few minutes? It’s not fair. Your right hand moved up to grip her other boob, a clear plea to not end the moment. “Fuck baby, mommy can’t hold on much more. My good girl just feels that good” Larissa moaned when you accidentally squeezed her breast as well as a strong suckle to the breast in your mouth. It was that combination that had Larissa spilling into you. The way you expertly milked every last drop of her cum and the sensation of her filling you up sent you tumbling into your own pleasure. Your fuzzy mind went blank, your vision blurred yet your suckling still continued as if it were the only thing tethering you to her.

Even when you felt Larissa soften within your walls your contentment never seemed to fade away. “Baby? Let’s get you to bed sweet girl. Mommy needs to clean you up my love” Larissa’s gentle attempt at persuading you to move seemed to fall on deaf ears as you happily suckled surrounded in the cloud of bliss she’d graciously given you. A tap to your hip gained your fuzzy attention, “come on darling, let’s go get all comfortable and warm in bed, mommy won’t leave your side.” With her promise, lots of whining and whimpering as the process of detaching your body from hers and lots of praise, you were snuggling up in bed with the love of your life, this time suckling on her chest with the intention of soothing yourself to sleep. The connection you shared with Larissa Weems was just the purest form of unity you could have ever wished for.

“I can’t believe I got forced into this.” 

You grumble, standing next to your surly younger sister. You’d never really given thought to coming all the way from California just to visit your younger sibling at her new school, but your mother had all but insisted citing that, “Wednesday looks up to you… maybe if you give her your approval she’ll be more open to Nevermore." 

Your mother’s tone had been rolling, velvet as she spoke — welling up just enough guilt within you to abandon your sun filled home, and head back to the east coast, where you currently stood, wondering why the hell you’d ever agreed to this in the first place. 

“You come every time mother calls.” Wednesday says, arms crossed over her chest as she gives you that cold look she’s perfected over the years, “You’re practically mother’s lap dog.” 

You frown, “I am not.” Is all you can think to counter with. 

Always the mature response. 

The cold wind is whipping around you, autumn settling in around the dark academy. It was oddly beautiful, in the way that only your family found beauty. In the darkness. Within the strange and unusual. You especially revelled in the deep poetic aesthetic of the things most people found off, (even if you rejected most of those notions to the world.) 

Even now, standing there next to Wednesday — In comparison you almost looked shockingly tan for a member of the Addams clan. The sun in California had suited you well, and now here you stood beneath the gloom once more. 

Your attention was fixed on Wednesday who was scowling at everything around her in the vast courtyard, “It’s practically a prison.” She mutters under her breath. 

You offer a soft look in response, “It’s….. Kinda pretty?” You try, grimacing as the words leave your lips and the younger woman gives you an alarmed look. 

“Pretty?” She sneers, “You think a school where secrets are common currency and every student and their cousin fights to be at the top of an idiotic hierarchy of popularity is ‘pretty’?” 

You sigh, your signature plum lips parting to retort, when another voice joins you, “Miss. Addams.” Your head snaps up immediately at the softness in her British accent, “Who are you joined by today?” 

Your eyes widen, ever so slightly, “I-” Your voice is lost, stomach doing somersaults within your body. The tall imposing woman was grinning at you, red lips stretched over a toothy smile that made your heart ache just by looking at it, “I-” You try again, failing once more. ‘

“Prinicpal Weems.” Wednesday greets, “This is my older sister, who apparently had her tongue cut out this week.” Wednesday deadpans. 

The woman you now know as ‘Principal Weems’, turns her attention back to you. Her bright blue eyes are sharp, as they take you in, her pupils dilating for a second. If you were sure of yourself (which you truly weren’t at this moment.) You’d think she almost seemed shocked by this information. 

Then again — Most people were when they found out about you. 

You were the eldest of the Addams siblings. Your mother, Morticia, had fallen pregnant with you right out of school. Right before she was set to marry your father. You were kept relatively quiet for most of your life. No known psychic gifts to boast of, and you were oddly…. Cheerful for an Addams. You were the white sheep of your odd little family. 

“I didn’t realize you had another sibling.” Wednesday’s principal says, gloved hands stacked neatly over one another by her stomach — Your eyes took in her appearance in a greedy way, savoring every thread of her expensive grey dress, “How fascinating to meet you, I am Wednesday’s Principal, Larissa Weems.” She extends her hand, eyes fixated down on you and you stick yours out carefully, shaking yourself. 

“Apologies.” You laugh nervously, “It’s been a long trip from California. I’m Y/N Addams.” You manage politely, swallowing hard. 

“Another Addams.” Larissa’s smile grows wider (if that’s possible), and suddenly seems almost… predatory toward you. “Yes.” Your tone is more breathy than you’d hoped, and you could kick yourself. 

Wednesday rolls her eyes at the entire interaction— 

“What brings you all the way from California, Miss. Addams?” Larissa’s tone is polite as she asks, but you swear you can hear a slight purr beneath the perfect headmistress exterior. 

“Oh! My mother insisted that I come and visit Wednesday. Apparently she’s been thriving.” The mention of your sibling, and the affection that you hold for the grim faced brunette ground you in the moment, allowing your  brain a moment of reprieve from the panic Larissa instills. 

“Did they now?” Lariss asks, tone like ice caressing velvet — 

“Uh, yeah. The school  year hasn’t started for me yet, and I-” You begin. 

Larissa interrupts, “School year? Are you in college?” 

You laugh, “No. I've been out for a while…. I’m a teacher at Nevermore’s sister school, Evermore.” You smile. If there was one thing you were proud of, it was your education. You’d foregone all of your mother’s advice about marrying young (much to Morticia’s annoyance) and had not only educated yourself, but landed a job at one of the best schools in the country for  Outcasts. 

While you weren’t technically one like the rest of your family, it still meant something to you to be close to them. 

“You… you… work at Evermore? Is the bright California sun not jarring for an Addams?” Larissa is all but psychoanalyzing you as you speak, and you feel your cheeks flush, “I enjoy the sun, Principal Weems.” 

“Fascinating.” Larissa breathes – She watches you for a moment, eyes scanning over your face like she doesn't quite believe what she’s seeing. Like your some sort of expensive art piece, hand delivered to her – After a beat, the mask she wears so very well slipping right back into place.  “You look just like your mother.” Larissa whispers, low enough that you doubted anyone else heard it. 

“Uh, thanks. I get that a lot actually.” 

Larissa hums, acknowledging your thanks with a slight now. Her gaze is still searching you, weighing some sort of internal judgment. Her lips part again, about to speak when you hear your name. 

“Y/N!” 

And there it is. 

The sound of your mother’s smooth voice approaching. You swallow your pride, taking in a deep breath, “Mother.” You manage, blinking slowly. A practised smile on your lips. You turn to take in the sight of your parents, your mother regal and as imposing as always. 

Wednesday seems to have the same reaction, both of your spines have straightened. 

“Look at this.” Morticia coo’s, “Both of my girls, here together.” 

You hug your father gently, before Morticia plants two air kisses to your cheeks. The typical greeting since you’d moved to Califonira and her affection had been cut off like ice— 

“Happy to be here.” You mumble. 

“And I see you’ve met Larissa.” Morticia purrs, “She was my roommate here at Nevermore.” 

Something deep in your gut twists as your mother says it — 

Be it the rolling tone she chose, or the way that her eyes are raking over Larissa like she knows some sort of secret about the woman you could never even begin to guess — but it makes you deeply discomforted. 

“Oh? I had no idea you even finished school.” You say, voice tight. It was a lie. You knew it was a lie, and a subtle dig as your struggle for power with your mother begins. 

Morticia bristles, dark eyes on you in a second, “Y/N-” 

“Shall we take this in my office?”  

Larissa. 

You’d almost forgotten she was there. But you’d all but throw yourself off a cliff for this woman, and you’d only known her for five minutes. So it’s no surprise when you find yourself in her office with your family, the grey surroundings comforting and unnerving you as the fireplace crackles somewhere behind you. Larissa is sat at her desk, your mother opting to stand. You would roll your eyes, but you steel yourself. 

You are an adult now. You could handle this. You were here for Wednesday and Wednesday only. Not mother and her ridiculous power struggles with you. 

A soft gasp leaves your mother’s dark lips, “Oh! Look at this. Our old yearbook.” Your mother coo’s, holding the dreaded book in her hands, “I haven’t laid eyes on this in over twenty years……” 

There it is. You roll your eyes. When they’re stationary however, you catch Larissa staring at you— 

“Such good times we had, didn’t we Larissa?” Your mother grins, turning towards the woman. 

You weren’t sure if your mother was saying it to annoy you, but god dammit it worked. You purse your lips, frowning. Larissa raises an eyebrow, eyes locked on your before her smile is plastered on again, turning to your mother, “Some of us more than others.” 

You suppress a smirk. 

Was she… was she doing that on purpose? 

“Oh don’t be so modest.” Your mother has that sickeningly sweet tone that you knew was utter bullshit, “You always filled a room with your presence…… Like a stately sequoia tree.” 

Your smirk drops. Your lips part, annoyance on every feature as your father gaps, like he's enjoying this. Their… rivalry? 

You look to Wednesday, who looks as miserable as you feel. 

“I guess that makes you the lumberjack.” As she says it, her eyes flick to you, shooting you a brief wink before flitting back to your mother. Your cheeks flame. Your mother’s spine straightens as she laughs, “There’s that biting sense of humour that I always adored.” 

Every sense within you was tingling. Every nerve-ending flaring up. 

There’s something here. Mother was deeply unnerved by Larissa for some reason. 

As their conversation continues, you’re lost to your thoughts. Why had you even been invited this weekend? Had your mother only called and left countless messages on your crystal balls to show you she was finally in charge of Wednesday? Your mother resented you, for your closeness to your sister, that much you knew. 

But you were the only one who paid attention… to her needs. Her hatred for being touched. Pugsley was fine, under your parents' attention. Thriving even. But you’d practically raised Wednesday when you were a teenager. Your parents were so wrapped up in one other they’d basically forgotten about both of you existing. So it made you close – and sure Wednesday wasn’t overtly affectionate, but you and she held a mutual respect for one another. 

“Let’s get down to the matter at hand, shall we?” Your attention was once more on the tall blonde in the room, "Unfortunately, Wednesday’s assimilation has been rocky at best.” 

Your concern kicks in, looking toward the girl with braided hair, whose arms were crossed over her chest. 

“Because I refuse to embrace the culture of dishonesty and denial permeating this school.Starting with the monster that killed Rowan and put Eugene in the ICU.” 

Monster? ICU? Your hand reaches out, ghosting over Wednesday’s arm. She’d told you about Rowan, but nothing of the monster… or him being nearly killed. She shoots you a look, and your mother’s eyes become ice at your gesture. Your hand drops back into your lap as your father defends Wednesday speaking her mind. 

“Apparently her therapist feels she isn’t very open to the process.” 

At this your eyes go wide. Wednesday was in therapy? 

“I’m not a lab rat.” Your sister snaps. 

Larissa doesn’t miss a beat, “Dr. Kinbott and I have spoken, and we both agree it would be most beneficial for you all to attend a family session this weekend.“ 

Your lips part, “What?” You ask stupidly 

“No.” Wednesday deadpans 

“I thought that might be your reaction, but your parents can see the wisdom in it.” Larissa’s grin is back, and your stomach flips, face twisting. 

“Um, not to side with Wednesday here.” You begin, “But I’m only here for the weekend-” You grimace. 

“Oh come on.” Your father says, “What can it hurt? I’ve always been a fan of head-shrinking.” 

You sigh, deeply, “Not that kind of shrinking, daddy.” 

Your mother nods, the entire family disgusted at the thought of this. 

“Well.” He sighs, “That is disappointing, but anything for our little girl.” Your father smiles. 

You roll your eyes again. Resentment burning deep in your stomach, “Yeah.” You say bitterly, “Anything for your little girl.” At that you stand, ignoring the fact that in the four years in California they’d never once visited — And the fact that you knew you were the white sheep. 

“Well. Great. I’ll be back in Jericho if anyone needs me.” You stand, eyeing your family, eyes softening as they land on Wednesday, "I'll see you later, Wen.” You say softly, ignoring the chastising of her eyes as you leave. 

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N Addams.” Larissa calls after you. 

You grunt in response, “Thanks.” 

Larissa took an immediate liking to you. You were intelligent, organized, well-dressed and well mannered. After a mere twenty minutes, the tall blonde was offering you the job. You had eagerly accepted and moved into Nevermore at once. And the new school year started with a quick bang. And just as quickly, your work began.

“Here is your schedule for the week and those quarterly reports for this semester that you requested, Ms. Weems.” You spoke in a professional and formal manner, as always and as expected, as you handed the blonde principal the files.

Larissa looked up from her computer, reaching out and taking the files.

“Thank you, Miss L/N.” Larissa hummed, then standing up and going over to her cabinets of files, “One thing before you leave…”

You knew that Principal Weems was on first names basis’ with most of the staff, as far as the tall principal using pet names for some of your colleagues. The fact that after over nine weeks of working for this woman that she never wavered from Miss L/N, and she always expected Ms. Weems or Principal Weems made you sad. You knew it shouldn’t, she was your boss after all. But it did.

“Yes?” You asked, raising your head in her direction as she moved across the room.

Larissa paused to look through the many files, before pulling one out and coming back around her desk and up to you. She handed you the file, looking at you expectantly.

“Parent Teacher Conferenecs are coming up throughout the week, I need these typed up and reviewed before the end of today.” Larissa instructed you in her professionally cold tone, the tone that she only used for formal principal meeting, events and for you.

You nodded, taking the file, and looking away to blush at the intense eye contact.

“Yes Ms. Weems…” you spoke out, “Is there anything else…?”

Larissa went back to sit at her desk chair, then looking back at you with a stoic face.

“That will be all, Miss Y/N.” The blonde principal calmly stated, “You are excused until my first parent teacher conference, where I will be expecting you to take notes.”

You nodded and murmured, “Yes ma’am…”, before shuffling out of her office and going back to sit back in your tiny assistant area, designated to you by Ms. Weems.

You sat down with a deep sigh, Larissa’s tone internally eating away at you. You hated how cold she always was… You didn’t think you’d ever down anything to her. But you must have. Because the warm, caring, tall Principal that you saw interacting with students and her staff was a shallow, cold bitch to you when you were alone.

For the rest of the day, you made sure to attend all of the woman’s meetings, taking diligent notes and remaining silent, as she would glare at you if you said a word. By the end of the day, you were tired and still had some of the papers for the conferences to finish. You worked until you had completed all of the work Ms. Weems had given you. You walked into Ms. Weems’ office, it was way past time for you to be off for the day, but alas.

“Ms. Weems?” You called, knocking and then opening the door, only to enter when she permitted you.

“Come in…” Larissa hummed, not even taking the moment to meet your gaze in curteous recognition.

You closed the door behind you, before taking a deep breath.

“Here are the conference files you asked me to fill out, along with my notes from today’s meetings…” You spoke, waking up to her desk and handing over the files.

Larissa continued working.

“Leave them here, Miss L/N…” the woman coolly spoke out, “You are excused for tonight. I will see you early tomorrow.”

A wave of frustration came over you, as you left the papers and turned to leave. You felt your eyes begin to water, as her hurtful treatment seemed to finally hit a nerve. Something about today, and maybe all the other times, made you turn swiftly on your heel, back towards the woman.

“Ms. Weems…?” You choked out, your voice faltering.

The woman hummed lightly, letting you know that she heard you, but not giving you the time of day for any eye contact or actual words.

“I…” you walked back to her desk, “Why do you hate me…? Have I… done something…? Is… my work not up to your standard…?” You stammered, your voice breaking throughout your sentences.

At your words, Larissa stopped typing on her computer. She then very slowly raised her head and her intense gaze finally met yours. She then closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose with a deep sigh.

“No Darling, your work is impeccable…” Larissa sighed.

The petname sent warm shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your skin. And at hearing her compliment, a faint blush immediately began to creep up around your cheeks. You were able to take a little sigh of relief at her words, but an underlying pit in your stomache still tugged at you nonetheless.

“Oh—Ok. Then… why do you treat me like…” you stammered, struggling on how to express your feelings without offending your boss.

“Cold? Abrasive? Harsh?” Larissa scoffed at herself, finishing your thought far more direct than you would have ever admitted to.

Your blush deepened and you nodded slowly.

“Yes” you softly stated.

“Because…” Larissa sighed, clasping her hands together and biting her lip before continuing, “I don’t hate you, Darling… Far from it.”

You knew you could hear Larissa’s words, but they didn’t seem to register, as your face was still plastered with confusion and broken spirit.

Larissa’s expression slowly softened at the sight of yours. She then proceeded to stand up, coming over to the other side of her desk, the one closest to you. She indicated for you to sit on the couch by the fire. As she walked to the burning fireplace next to the couch, you scurried to take a seat, then looking up at the woman, whose face was now a myriad of emotions.

“Y/N… You…” Larissa began softly and with the most vulnerable tone you’d ever heard from the formal woman, “You are the most marvelous woman—person, that I’ve ever encountered…”

She paused to take another deep sigh before continuing, “You are brilliant at your job, I have never had anyone do their job as well as you do yours, the passion and effort you put into your work is unmatched. From the very first time I met you, I knew there was something about you. Your personality, your heart is so warm and you are so caring…”

Your eyes widened the more the woman confessed, and your lips parted slightly in shock. You wondered if this was a dream… Where you hearing the woman correctly…?

But when Larissa leaned forward and grasped your hands in hers, you knew this was no dream. Her sapphire gaze bore into yours intensely, and her eyes radiated truth. You gasped lightly at the touch, and found yourself immediately yearning for more. But her gaze and face then turned sad. And in the at moment, you would have some anything to make the tall blonde smile.

“I… I apologize for the way I treated you… I thought… I thought that if I kept you at a distance that I wouldn’t get hurt… But I see now that my actions, while protecting me, ended up hurting you… and that was never my intention, Darling. For that I am truly sorry…”

She squeezed your hands reassuringly, as her remorseful gaze met yours. The realization of the woman’s words started to creep into your mind. A rogue tear managed to slip past your watch, rolling down your cheek. Larissa’s heart nearly broke them and there, having to watch you process your past few months of agony.

“Protect yourself from what…?” You whispered, as you met her gaze once more.

At your question, Larissa looked away and a light rosy blush flushed her cheeks. She sighed once more and then began to chuckle lightly at herself.

“Protect myself from my feelings…” Larissa admitted, biting her lip anxiously, “And now that I think about it, it seems so absurd.”

These words were the final piece of the puzzle that you had spent months searching for. Suddenly, all the pieces came into place, it all made sense. And a wave of calm seemed to flow over you.

Without thought, instinct had you raise your hand and cup the woman’s flushed cheek. Her head immediately swiveled back toward you, her eyes widened at your bold move. But she didn’t pull away, quite the opposite in fact, you found that the woman only leaned into your touch, closing her eyes and letting out a hum in contentment.

“Larissa Weems, are you saying that you like me?” You softly asked, with a little smile and a light twinkle in your eyes.

The woman’s eyes fluttered open and at first, her face was panicked, but once she saw the calm expression on your face, she seemed to relax a little.

“I… I suppose so…” Larissa whispered, her face radiating raw vulnerability.

You smiled even brighter, caressing the woman’s cheek with one hand, as her hands held your other one. The tall blonde then fell gracefully to her knees, now sitting right in between your legs and right up against your couch. And she looked up at you, searching for some, any direction.

“I like you too…” you whispered back.

Larissa entire body seemed to be needing to hear those words, because as soon as they left your mouth, a weight was lifted from the blonde’s soul. And before you knew it, the woman was curling up in your lap. Your jaw threatened to drop, but you restrained yourself. Never in your life had you expected the cold, formal Principal Weems to be in your lap and purring like a content cat.

You gently reached out to her, running your fingers along her tight back hair. She raised her head into your hand with another hum, encouraging you. So you began to take out the pins of the woman’s hair, one by one, until her curls were falling onto your lap and you could run your fingers through her hair freely. The entire time, Larissa was snuggled up in your lap, purring in delight.

You chuckled to yourself, wondering what it would be like if someone walked in… but that thought quickly slipped away, as the ambience of the moment took over your mind. The fireplace crackling and giving a soft glow to the room, seemed to make it all feel more intimate. Not to mention Larissa being literally in your lap, also made it far more intimate..

Time passed naturally, as the woman continued to purr in your lap and you continued to run fingers through her hair, eventually moving to massage her tense shoulders. The blonde let out little whimpers and groans every now and then, which you found to be utterly adorable.

Larissa began adjusting her position for you, so that you could scratch and massage all the itches and tensions littered around her stressed out body. The woman ended up straddling your lap, her head tucked into the crook of your neck as you massaged a particular knot from her upper spine.

She let out a groan as you kneeded the knot out of her tense muscle, inadvertently bucking her hips into your lap and releasing a particularly breathy whimper along with it. Larissa’s mouth opened and her eyes widened in light shock at her overtly sexual actions.

Your eyes sparkled at the shift in tone of the scene, your hands traveling to the woman’s hips, starting to guide her hips to lightly grind against your form beneath her. Larissa’s hands shot to your shoulders as she arched her back and rolled her head back with another groan, this one most definitely sexual. Her eyes fluttered shut as you helped her get off against your frame.

“That’s it… Let me help you relax, Ms. Weems…” you cooed lovingly, eagerly drinking in the other woman’s frame.

“L-Larissa please Darling…” Larissa insisted with another breathy groan, as she continued to grind down against your lap.

You chuckled lightly and nodded.

“Alright Larissa…” you teased her name on your tongue, making the woman melt into a puddle in your lap.

You slowly shifted her frame onto one of your thighs, so that she could grind her core against your tensed thigh more effectively. The blonde was quick to catch on, letting her dress rile up her thighs as she began to put her grinding weight against your tensed muscles.

Larissa let out a mutter of expletives, words that you never would have thought to come out of such a proper woman’s lips. But it felt so right in the moment as the blonde was holding onto you for dear life, as she rutted against your thigh. You could feel the warmth of her pussy on your thigh, as you tightly held her hips and guided her further towards her impending climax.

Breathy whimpers and groans spewed from Larissa’s lips, her eyes were screwed shut tight, all of her previous inhibitions lost, as she unabashedly got herself closer and closer to her high. When she was teetering on the edge, you gripped her hips tighter, keeping her sloppy grinding in a rhythm and your lips snuck to the shell of her ear.

“Cum for me, Larissa… Te ves tan hermosa así… Let go, let it all out.”[You look so beautiful like that…] You purred into the blonde’s ear.

It only took a couple more grinding motions before the woman was coming undone on top of you. Letting out a strangled moan, she rode her high as best as she could before collapsing on top of your chest with heavy panting.

“Eres una chica muy buena, Larissa…”[You’re such a good girl, Larissa…] you praised the blonde.

Larissa couldn’t help but blush, she could recognize praise, even when it wasn’t in English. You let her gather her self in your lap, and the minutes past in comfortable silence. Eventually, Larissa stirred, sitting up once more and meeting your gaze.

“You’re sexy when you speak Spanish…” she breathed out, before her eyes went wide and she instantly began to correct her statement, “What I meant…! You’re always sexy— no I…!”

You hushed Larissa by leaning into her and connecting your lips swiftly with hers. Larissa immediately leaned in, impossibly close to you, her hands coming to cup your cheeks, pulling you even closer. You hummed into the passionate kiss, which seemed to be reigniting Larissa’s lust once more. Not to mention your own…

“You… find this, my Spanish… attractive?” You breathlessly whispered into her lips.

Larissa eagerly nodded before smashing her lips back into yours, and you practically purred in delight. Your lips and teeth began to clash together as hour respective hungers grew. Larissa happily allowed you to slip your tongue inside her mouth, deepening the kiss even further. Pretty soon, the woman was encouraging you to pick her up, which you eagerly did, carrying her to her attached private quarters.

“Eres tan hermosa, mi amor. Quiero mostrarte lo guapa que eres...”[You are so beautiful, my love. I want to show you just how gorgeous you are…] you whispered against her hungry lips, as you devoured one another.

Larissa bucked her hips against your frame and spewed a string of breathy whimpers as a result of your Spanish. You placed Larissa on the center of the bed as your mouth began to wander past the woman’s lips and towards her neck and shoulders… Larissa gasped as you sucked on her pressure point, her hands scrambling to pull you even closer, tugging you onto the bed with her.

Soon, hands were flying to zippers and buttons, as the two of you practically tore each other’s clothes off in the heat and passion of the moment. The blonde’s dress pooled at her feet as you unbuttoned your pants, both being thrown aside, along with your shirt. Your nimble fingers unclipped both her bra and your own, both of which were also tossed aside.

Now left in nothing but your knickers, you guided the woman to lay back on the bed, propping herself up by her elbows. You crawled on top of Larissa, perching yourself to straddle her stomache before connecting your lips together once more. The blonde let out a whimper into your lips, as her hands dropped her fully on the bed and shot to your exposed skin, wandering and feeling their way down your body. Her fingers stopped and paid special attention to your sensitive buds.

“Dios mío, vas a ser mi muerte...”[My God, you’re going to be the death of me…] you breathed out into her lips, her teasing causing you to buck your hips against the blonde’s form.

Another whimper erupted from Larissa’s throat in response, desperate for more friction. You pressed your lips once more time against her plump red ones, a mere ghost of a kiss, before starting to slowly run down her body, paying special attention to each bit of exposed skin that the woman had to offer. Larissa’s one hand shifted to your head, eagerly attempting to push you further down, down to where she needed you most. Her other hand wandered up to her own nipple, teasing and tugging to deepen her own pleasure. When you showed no signs of speeding up your worshiping of the woman’s body, Larissa began to beg,

“Darling P-please… I need you… need you so bad… need it… give it to me—” Larissa chocked out in a mewl.

Your mouth was attached to her left nipple as she spoke, arching her back into your touch. You let go of her tit with a pop!, and then smiled before shimmying your body further down her frame. Lowering your face down to her clothed, needy cunt, you licked a stripe along her underwear, right above her core. Larissa’s knees buckled and her hips jerked upwards, towards your face.

“¿Es esto lo que quieres? Te ves tan bien, cariño…”[Is this what you want? You look so good, my darling] you purred, fanning your hot breath onto her quivering pussy.

You were quick to hold her shaking thighs down, so that she didn’t accidentally suffocate or hit you from her impending intense pleasure. Larissa struggled a little against your firm hold, but as your grip tightened on her thighs, she quickly became even more desperate in her pleading.

“Christ Y/N Please!! Stop teasing and just… just fuck mami please!” Larissa cried out, desperately bucking her hips to encourage any kind of friction with the throbbing heat.

Her face flushed and all her motions came to a halt at the name just uttered from her lips, and the blonde began to stamer.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… Darling it, slipped out…? I—”

With a chuckle, you hooked your fingers along the waistband of her knickers. Tapping her hips, the woman couldn’t meet your gaze from the embarrassment but nonetheless she instinctually raised her hips and thighs for you. You then pulled off her last garment, throwing it into the abyss. Your eyes sparkled at the sight of Larissa’s glistening cunt. You looked up and met the blonde’s goddess figure and then her lustful, hooded gaze. She nodded in desperation, encouraging you to take her.

With one final teasing, hot breath to the woman’s cunt, you finally gave in and began lapping your tongue through her folds. Her back arched deliciously into your hot touch, her fingers curling in your hair and into the bed sheet. As your tongue flicked her clit, the woman’s head lolled back and her eyes fluttered shut, completely forgetting her verbal slip up for the moment.

“Oh yessss… Yes yes yes…!” She chanted, her mind swimming in overwhelming pleasure.

You swiftly pulled away however, making Larissa’s head shoot up and give you the most needy pout and whimper.

“You can call me Mami if you want too…” you purred wickedly, before swirling two fingers in her wetness and then sliding the digits into her core.

Larissa let out an unbridled groan, her fingers digging into your scalp as her walls fluttered around your fingers. You fucked the woman at a decent pace, pumping and curling your fingers inside her core, paying close attention to what motions made her toes curl especially. Her eyes fluttered closed. Larissa was huffing and whimpering more and more, and soon the sounds turned into full on moans.

“Eyes on me, hermosa…” you lustfully purred, drawing the blondes hooded gaze back to yours.

“Y-yes mami—” Larissa choked out.

Her blown out pupils met your sultry gaze. Her face flushed at the intense eye contact. She held your head in a vice grip as your fingers thrusted inside her expertly and your mouth latched onto her aching clit. Larissa’s back arched desperately in your touch, and one of your hands moved up from her thighs to tease her perked, straining buds.

It didn’t take long for the blonde to be teetering on the edge again…

“Mami mamiiiii…!!” Larissa babbled, shaking her head violently and fighting the urge to screw her eyes shut tight and scream,

“AhgghhhhHhH GOD pleaseeee—!!!” She cried out, her hips thrashing and body spasming.

“Vamos, vamos... Cum for me… lo tienes, mi dulce chica…”[Come on, come on…You’ve got it, my sweet girl…] you purred gently, curling your fingers with huge words to perfectly hit that spongey spot inside the woman’s core.

Larissa’s breath faltered and suddenly her orgasm was washing over her, her juices gushing out of her and onto your fingers as her walls clenched around your fingers. Your tongue eagerly lapped up all the woman’s arousal, practically keening over at her taste. Then with sudden force, the woman’s core squirted all over your fingers and face. You moaned in delight, eagerly taking all that Larissa would give you.

She was so wrapped up in her orgasm, Larissa hadn’t even registered that she had squirted. But even as she came down from her high, the older woman still seemed to be not fully satisfied. She was squirming in pleasure, in need for more, babbling and begging for it…

“Mami mami—por favor, necesito más, necesito más…!!”[Mommy mommy—please, I need more, I need more…] Larissa pleaded with a desperate cry, her hips bucking against your face is desperation.

You nearly moaned into the woman’s cunt at her pleading, her tone, her words, her voice… You couldn’t deny the fact that even broken Spanish sounded sexy on her tongue… It made you shiver with anticipation. With one last lick to her cunt to rock her back from her orgasm, you pulled out of her cunt. Larissa immediately whimpered at the loss of feeling.

“Vale, vale, te escucho, dulce chica… Tell me what you want, bueno chica… Use your words for me…”[Ok ok, I hear you, sweet girl… good girl…] you cooed.

The following sweet babbles that flowed out of the submissive blonde’s mouth were like music to your ears. And you were more than happy to grant any request this woman made of you. Hell, with a simple please from her lips, there was nothing you wouldn’t do for that woman…

~~~

Larissa Weems Masterlist

You was soon going down to the quad for breakfast, sitting next to Enid who was alone for the day it seemed. “What’s got you lonely wolf?” you asked, eating your breakfast that you grabbed. 

“No one is awake yet, and Willa is in the library,” she spoke casually as you nodded, both eating in silence. 

“Have you done the biology homework?” you then asked. 

“Nope. Too hard. You? Remember this is your sixth homework not done so it’ll be a meeting with Weems and your parents,” she snickered out. You groaned out loud.

“Better prepare for that then,” you joked out. Enid laughed.

“I feel bad for you. Good luck, you’ll be torn apart,” she spoke and nodded your shoulder. You rolled your eyes but nodded nervously.

-

As predicted, you was called out of your biology class. You sheepishly packed your bag as Enid sent you a thumbs up. You nodded before you left the classroom, starting your way to Weems’ office. Hesitantly, you knocked on the door knowing that your parents and Weems would be on the other side. “Come in,” came her voice, to which you opened and closed the door respectfully. That’s when you sat down, feeling your parents dissapointed stares at you.

“Now. We have been informed you haven’t done 6 pieces of homework and as you knew, it would be a parent and student meeting. Why aren’t you doing your homework?” Weems was blunt with her asking, causing you to look down. You knew you would be punished by Weems in a different way too, hence why you wanted to not be there too. She would make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk. 

“It has been difficult and I’ve also forgotten for a few,” you responded, remaining respectful. 

“Why didn’t you ask for help?” Your mom asked. You bit your lip trying to think before you shrugged. 

“I don’t know…” you spoke. “In my defense Miss Gates is scary though,” you added on. Weems listened. 

“Still. Why didn’t you ask your friends?” Weems then asked. 

“They don’t understand either,” you spoke. Your parents and the teacher nodded. 

“I will deal with them accordingly. You may go home now,” Weems spoke. You tensed up as you glanced at the both of them, who nodded.

“We’ll see you in 2 weeks,” they both said before they left.

That left you alone with Weems as you was gulping nervously. She noticed that and smirked before she crawled over her desk like she did with Wednesday. You blushed, glancing down her blouse and seeing her cleavage. “I know you mean well but you’ve gotta learn a lesson,” Weems spoke, ignoring the glances as she knew you would stare. “I wasn’t even surprised you were called to my office about homework again,” she added on, standing up and walking around her desk, going beside you. You glanced to the side when you saw her bulge against her skirt, which was rather short. That shocked you as you was looking her up and down. She had on heels, a short skirt and a white button-up top. Your breath had managed to stop. 

“Sorry mommy,” you responded, your throat dry. “I’ve learnt my lesson now,” you spoke, trying to get out of punishment. Weems knew you was.

“I need to show it to you,” she spoke before she quickly lifted you out the seat and set you on her desk, standing between your legs. “You will not be able to walk for a few days,” she growled out. You nodded submissively, not trusting your mouth as you had already opened your legs up wider. You wanted her dick. 

“Such a needy little thing,” she hummed out, a cocky smirk coming onto her face. She proceeded to stroke your jawline down to your neck, before she grasped it a bit more, putting pressure on it. You gasped, getting wetter as you was starting to grind against her skirt. You knew you would be leaving a wet patch eventually. That was at least until Weems stepped back. “You should know not to get yours or my skirt wet. Feel free to keep disobeying. Your punishment will be worse,” she explained. You whined out, letting her do anything still as she was the one in control. That’s when she grabbed your skirt and brought it up, revealing your tights and underwear. “Such a pretty little thing,” she complimented, rubbing her fingers up your thighs before she suddenly ripped a hole in your tights and rubbed your clothed pussy. 

You let out an embarrassed moan as you let her touch you all over, you loved it after all. “You are my doll aren’t you?” she asked, pulling you closer as she was lifting her own skirt up, revealing no boxers as her cock slapped against your pussy. You let out a gasp as you was nodding. 

“Your personal doll to use,” you whispered out as you held onto her, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter. You knew your underwear would be a mess after this. Weems loved it though, you knew that and you’d glaldt wear ruined underwear for her. 

“Bend over the desk,” she then commanded, to which you did quickly with a nod.

“Yes mommy,” you even responded. She kept your skirt up, revealing your ass cheeks before she spanked you. “One,” you counted immediately.

“Good girl,” she bummed out, slapping again.

“Two,” you moaned out, whimpering st the gentle pain. She was never rough with spanking, she knew she had to be careful, even if you was over 18.

In total you counted to 15 before she stopped and rubbed your cheeks gently, a whimper coming out. “You took that so well. Good girl,” she praised. You couldn’t help but feel happy at that. “Now lay down on the floor for me honey. I want to try something new and I know you are interested too baby,” she spoke. You was quick to respond to that, knowing what was going to happen. She had even switched shoes god knows when. She was now wearing boots. You blushed, feeling a pressure start on your chest. She was stepping on you. Groans and whimpers slipped out your mouth but the wetness betrayed you, showing how turned on you was. She smirked, pressing against your crotch this time. A loud moan slipped out before you covered your mouth. “You are loving this hm?” she teased pressing more before you started to hump and grind against her boot. She let you for a bit, before her dick twitched with need. She also noticed you was close and she didn’t want you cumming just from her boot just yet.

“Bend over the desk,” she commanded. You nodded silently, bending over and even lifted your own skirt up. That’s when she moved your underwear to the side, grinding up against you. “Want my big, thick dick inside you already?” she grunted out. 

“Please mommy. Need it. Fill me up, punish me,” you moaned out, able to say the right thing as she was smirking.

“Good girl,” she spoke before she entered you quickly and rough. She was fully inside you at this point as she was pounding into you immediately. She wasn’t letting you adjust, that was your punishment. You let out loud moans as her hand silenced you by covering your mouth. Her other hand also groped at your chest as she was rubbing your nipple through the shirt and bra. You let out more load moans into her hand, drooling all over it. Weems was smirking as she kept going, quiet moans slipping out her own mouth. She was holding your chest tighter before she was rubbing at your clit. This made you even more needy for her as well as close. After a few minutes, you had to cum.

“Please mommy, let me cum. Need to, will do anything,” you moaned out needily. 

“Let mommy come first,” she moaned out, going harder before she came inside. At her cumming you finally came all over, gripping onto her as you was spasming around her dick. She smirked as she kept inside you, before she pulled out, satisfied with her own pleasure bud not yours. That’s when she entered her fingers into you, fucking you rough with them too.

“Fuck!” you moaned out loudly, unable to help it as you rode her fingers while you was being fucked hard. She smirked, watching you as she was rubbing your clit then. Sensitive, you came all over them too as you knew there was a mess on her desk now. 

“Good girl,” she spoke. “Will you do your homework now?” she asked. You was nodding, panting.

“Yes mommy, I will. Sorry,” you spoke quietly and was bowing your head in submission. She nodded satisfied. 

“Go under my desk and suck me off then we’ll do your homework together,” Weems then spoke. You nodded. 

“Can you also get me a glass of water?” Your wife called out from the bedroom. You were hoping Larissa was still in bed, resting for as long as she could before she had to head over to her office for the day.

“Of course. I’ll get you anything, just please stay in bed as long as you can, Rissa!” You answered, bringing her glass to her. “I’ll have your breakfast ready in a minute, too.” You kissed her forehead before hurrying back to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on her favourite yoghurt bowl. “Here you go. I got the berries fresh at the farmer’s market yesterday.” She took the bowl from your hand with a tender smile.

“Thank you, darling.” She took a spoonful of yoghurt, sweet humming noises leaving her lips as she ate. “You must be bribing those farmers with something because these are the best blackberries I’ve ever had.” She added, bringing another spoonful to her mouth. Every single morning since she’d found out she was expecting, Larissa had the same yoghurt with whatever fruits you bought and it never got boring but today’s was the best she’d ever had.

“I have my ways.” You winked teasingly while you changed from your pyjamas to your favourite pair of jeans, a simple white shirt, and a sweater. You quickly popped into the bathroom to see how your hair looked, and after a brief consideration, you decided to let it down for the day.

Once you were back in the bedroom you gathered your things, then organised Larissa’s paperwork she brought back to your bedroom the night before into a neat pile and moved on to waiting for your wife to be done with her meal. Mornings have been quite hectic for you for the past few months because you refused to let Larissa get out of bed until it was absolutely necessary. She had been suffering from insomnia since the end of the first trimester, and you wanted her to get as much rest as she could before work.

At first the blonde tried fighting you, once she even attempted to bring you breakfast in bed like she always did before her pregnancy but she was getting forgetful, consequently completely forgetting about the scrambled eggs she was making you and ended up setting off the smoke detector at 6 AM.

“Darling, can you please sit for a second?” Larissa asked as she was finishing up her bowl, her blanket still wrapped around her.

“Sure, whatever you want, love.” You were in a constant state of worry, so your mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario. “Are you okay?” Something was wrong.

She put her empty bowl down on her nightstand and scooted a little closer to you. “Please try to relax. Both the baby and I are absolutely fine, you don’t need to worry.” She said as she ran a hand through your hair. It felt good, Larissa knew exactly how to approach you when you were stressed. “You are spreading yourself too thin for me. I’m perfectly alright, and I can do things alone.” Your wife kissed the top of your nose before she unwrapped the blanket from around herself and turned around to get off the bed, about to head off to your shared closet to get dressed for the day.

Larissa knew you were only trying to help, but as much as she appreciated everything you did, she had a hard time gazing into your tired eyes every day before you finally fell asleep.

Reaching her arms in the air and arching her back, the blonde stretched and let out a satisfied groan as her whole body finally felt right again after a night spent tossing and turning and walking around the apartment and waiting for sleep to come - it rarely ever did these days. You were happy she always got some relief, at least, from her morning stretches, but all your eyes could focus on was her bump. Her belly really popped in the previous few days, and you loved it.

You knew she was right though. You were exhausted after doing everything you possibly could for her, but you promised her you would never let anything happen to your baby, and you were not about breaking promises. “I know you can do things alone..” You sighed. “I’ll try to give you more space to do whatever you need to do before stepping in.” She gave you a smile thank-you as she lowered her arms slowly with the most conscious movements, pulling her silk pyjama top down to cover her growing belly for the little time it took her to get to the closet.

“Thank you, I appreciate that. You know I’ll let you know if I need help.” Your wife explained from the other side of the door as she changed. “For example, I could very much appreciate it if you could do my hair for me. I’ve done enough reaching while I put this awful shirt on.” She smiled, sitting down at her vanity. You got to work on her beautiful white blonde hair.

Nobody at Nevermore knew about your bundle of joy yet, hence your wife’s awful shirt. You weren’t sure when it would be appropriate to start telling people, you didn’t want to jinx it so you kept putting the big announcement off until you realised you didn’t even want to announce it. People would inevitably start noticing the changes of Larissa’s body, and you waited with breaking the news until someone specifically asked. You didn’t know how your colleagues or the students would react. Letting them figure things out on their own time was probably your best option.

You noticed Larissa resting her hand on her belly while you were putting the last few pins into her hair, and you couldn’t help but smile as a fuzzy, warm feeling filled your heart. Your eyes met your glowing wife’s in the vanity mirror.

The next thing she knew, you were rounding her chair and straddling yourself on her lap for a second so you could kiss her before both of you left your quarters to get to work. She blushed into your kiss, and her hands pulled you as close to her as they could before she slipped her tongue into your mouth.

Her kiss was desperate.

She wanted to make sure you were thinking of the sensation of her lips on yours all day instead of worrying about her and the baby. Her hands slipped down to the waist of your jeans, and she unbuckled your belt with ease, moving onto the buttons of your jeans.

“We don’t have time for this, Rissa.” You said in an attempt to stop her, your voice coming out more like a moan than you had meant it to. You could appreciate a morning quickie, especially because you knew how much your wife loved them, but you really needed to get to your classroom early to set up a few things before the students arrived.

Her fingers didn’t stop moving around the buttons as she answered. “I have time.” You hissed when her hand landed on your abdomen. “And it seems like what I’m about to do makes you just as excited as it does me.” She smirked confidently.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I really don’t have time this morning. We’re doing presentations, and I have yet to set up the classroom..” Your words were met with a disappointed frown. “But I’m all yours this afternoon, I have no clubs today.” You added as you brought your lips to hers. She eagerly planted a kiss onto your lips, partly in understanding.

Partly to show you what you were missing out on.

Your eyes met hers before you rose from her lap. She’d always been beautiful, but her pregnancy glow was something else. Her rosy cheeks and her radiant skin made resisting giving into whatever she wanted to do much harder.

Whenever you looked at her bump, her growing and gorgeous baby bump, all you could think about was the indescribable love you had for her, for your wife who was carrying your baby. How could anyone possibly expect you to say no to the woman who kept your little girl safe and sound in her body until she was ready to make her entrance into your world and change your lives forever?

“I think some students are onto us.” You said to take Larissa’s mind off things as you started buttoning your jeans after you stood up from her chair.

It sounded like you were implying the two of you had been trying to pull off some kind of evil plan. Maybe your wording was wrong.

Or perhaps you were still too anxious about having anyone but Larissa and yourself know of your miracle.

Taking a few deep breaths before standing up, the shape-shifter followed you, going to grab her papers you collected earlier that morning. “How come?” She questioned as she flipped through the pile.

“I have at least 3 people in my classes who ask how you’re doing, every single day without fail.” You explained, pouring some of the coffee you made earlier that morning into a tumbler.

It was sweet of your students, really. They couldn't have known all they did was bring up things you were barely comfortable discussing with Larissa herself.

“You know I don’t mind you telling them.” Larissa said when she entered the kitchen with the papers in hand. Of course you knew. “I’d be relieved if people knew, I could finally stop trying to hide baby with these ugly shirts.” She added as she sat down by the table with an exhausted sigh. She knew you didn’t really like the idea of letting the students or your colleagues in on your secret. You wanted to keep your baby just yours for as long as you could. “Take your time, though.” She smiled. It looked genuine, but it didn't feel it.

You knew Larissa hated that she didn’t fit into her dresses anymore. She started wearing looser dress pants and shirts lately, but they were not her style, and even the new shirts started tightening around her belly, too. She’d told you many times that she understood why you wanted to keep her pregnancy a secret from everyone, she was very understanding of your concerns for her but you knew she was starting to have enough of having to dress to hide herself.

“I’ll talk to my students today. I’m sorry it has taken me so long, love.” You knew it had to be done, and you’d do anything for your wife’s comfort.

“Thank you, darling.” Larissa replied, holding her arms out to invite you in for a hug. You gladly took her up on her offer, letting her pull you into her embrace as she still sat by the kitchen table.

You ran your fingers down your wife's back and felt her body relax. Her grip around your waist loosened, she rested her head on your stomach, and you felt your breathing sync up as your bodies connected. “I was so busy trying to take care of you this morning that I didn’t even ask how you were feeling.” You admitted as the realisation hit you. You were so selfish. How did you forget to ask?

“I’m alright.” Larissa whispered, burying her head in your sweater. “And baby is alright too.” You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips.

“Did you get any sleep?” You asked as you kept running your hand up and down her back softly. She let out sighs and hums as you did so.

“Not really. I was up all night, so I did some work, hence the pile.” She confessed with a groan, glancing at the pile of papers she had placed on the dining table. “At some point, I actually took a trip to my office because I ran out of things to do.”

You always felt guilty that you slept through the night while she lay awake, working and doing God only knows what else. “You know you could’ve woken me.”

Larissa knew, you told her every morning and night, but she never wanted to disturb you. You slept so peacefully that it would’ve been a crime to wake you. “I know, but it’s bad enough that I can’t sleep, you don’t need to suffer with me all night.” The blonde said, and she let go of your waist. “I’ll just take a nap this afternoon before your classes finish, like I always do.” She reassured you with a soft beam. “We better get going, or you’ll be late for your first lesson, and we don’t want you getting called to the principal’s office, do we?”

“I wouldn’t mind. I hear the principal loves me.” You teased, reaching out a hand to Larissa to help her to her feet.

Taking your hand, she stood up and stretched her back before going to put her heels on. “Well, I hear the principal is hoping nobody will bother her today so she can get some rest and finish the work she started last night.”

You beat Larissa to her papers, slung your own bag over your shoulder, and took your coffee before slipping into your shoes. “I will make sure everyone knows not to bother the principal today.” You said with a quick smile as you stood on your tiptoes to give your wife a peck on the lips.

“Thank you, dearest.” She opened the door to her office. It really came handy lately that her – your – own private quarters were connected to her office, you were much more comfortable leaving her alone for the day so close to your own home. “You can just leave those on my desk.” She pointed at the papers in your hands.

“I will see you later, Rissa. I love you.” You called out from the doorway and sent a smile her way. “Don’t overwork yourself, and try to rest as much as you can.”

She loved her job, so of course she had a hard time slowing down, even though you reminded her to do so more often than she liked. As challenging as she found learning how to let go of some of her responsibilities and duties, she knew you were right to ask her to rest more. Getting to where you were now took a lot out of both of you. You had spent several nights and days in agony while you waited to see if the pain Larissa endured to be able to get pregnant would be worth it. “I love you too, darling. Now shoo! Leave us to rest.” She said with a smile as she stroked her bump gently.

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When you got to your classroom, you quickly set it up for the day, pushed the tables together, and turned on the projector before students started arriving. The lesson passed by pretty fast, some put more effort into their work than others but all in all you couldn’t complain about anyone’s work in particular. You already knew the usual question about your wife’s well-being was coming right before you’d dismiss your students, so you decided to beat your students to the question.

“Before I let you go on your break, I’d like to thank everyone for the wonderful job you did today. I know presentations can be stressful for some, but I was very pleased to see you all do so well. However long you spent on your work, please know that it was worth it and I appreciate your work.” You said, very clearly stalling and wasting time before you had to get on with what you actually wanted to say. “There’s also something else I’d like to talk to you about. I have noticed that some of you have taken an interest in how Principal Weems has been doing lately, and I’d like those of you who have asked me about her to know that she appreciates you asking about her.” A few faces lit up around the room, the students in question gave you wide smiles. Others exchanged whispers and confused looks. “It has never been a secret that Principal Weems and I are married, and we have been for quite some time now, but what only a few very observant of you have figured out the past few months is that we are expecting.” Your statement was met with even more confused looks. “We are expecting.” You repeated for clarification. “As in, we are going to have a baby.”

“Keep the volume down while I step out, please.” You requested as you made your way to the door. “I’ll be just outside, so I will hear everything.” You added before stepping out into the hallway. To your surprise, it was Larissa waiting for you. “Rissa. Is everything okay? You could’ve called me and I would’ve gladly come up to your office.” You probably sounded worried – most likely because you were worried.

The silence of the room was broken immediately, you had absolutely not expected your students to have so much to say about the matter, but apparently, they did. You tried to ask them to cut it, but there was no use. Minutes later, someone knocked on the door, and that unexpectedly shut them up.

“Everything’s fine, darling.” She said, rolling her eyes playfully as she shook her head, smiling. “I just didn’t know if you checked your messages during class, so I thought I’d better come down and say sorry for what I said this morning.” You stood there in the hallways, utterly confused.

What was she sorry for?

“I know you aren’t ready to tell your students about our baby, and I feel like I put too much pressure on you this morning. Sometimes, I forget that you feel very differently about letting our colleagues, our students, or anyone at the school in general, in on your life outside the classroom than I do. I've been here much longer than you, I've grown used to my life being interwoven with everything and everyone at Nevermore, but I understand you like to have your privacy. Especially about something so darling to you..” Your wife nodded with a sweet smile as she caressed her bump. “.. to us.”

“I was wrong to ask you to tell them just because I’m ready to let people know. I’m sorry.” Larissa muttered as she held her free hand out in your direction, she looked nervous which was rare for her. The way her eyebrows furrowed didn't fit her face. She looked better with a smile.

You took her hand and brought it to your lips to place a soft kiss on her thumb. “It’s okay, my love. It’s really not as big a deal as I made it sound, I just like keeping my work and home life separate. But I have to get used to how that’s not really possible at Nevermore.” Her red lips turned up in a beam. “And you were late, they already know.” You added with a small giggle as you glanced back toward your classroom. “But there’s some confusion, I’m pretty sure they think I’m pregnant.”

Her eyes widened before a tender laugh escaped her as her eyes widened. “What I’m hearing is that your students are too well behaved, and not enough of them get sent to my office.”

“I’m not sure I agree with you, but I’m sure they would be happy to know that’s what you think of them. I have to get back to them before they destroy my classroom, though.” You nodded in the direction of the door behind you.

Larissa reached around you and held the door open, following you in after you entered. The students fell silent the second they saw her, you could've heard a hairpin drop if you listened carefully.

“Principal Weems was just telling me how well-behaved you all are because she doesn’t recall seeing any of you in her office lately. I tried to convince her that she must be thinking of someone else, but I could get used to this silence so I’ll take the compliment and hope you don’t make her change her mind about you any time soon.” You said and caught a few students giggling at your little monologue. Others were too busy eying the principal. You swore you could see the light bulbs go off in their heads when they realised what they were seeing. Your secret was out, and as private of a person as you were, it was good to see your students smile at you.

You loved them.

The bell rang, and your students started packing up their things, eager to leave for their first break of the day, but you could hear quite a few of them congratulate Larissa on their way out. She said her thank-yous to each and every one of them with a warm smile while you organised your handouts for your next class at your desk.

Maybe sharing a little bit more about your life wouldn’t kill you.

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“I have a free period before my next class.” You said when the last students left the room.

Larissa’s eyes practically shot to you. “Do you now?”

“Yeah, I was going to go up to your office to see you, even though I know you said you wanted to rest. I feel really bad about cutting your fun short this morning.” You grinned at her as you put the last few papers in their place.

“Sit on my desk.” She stated the second the door locked behind you.

“I’m sure you can make it up to me somehow.” Your wife said, suggestively smiling at you before she took your hand and guided you up the stairs.

“Are you sure you want to do this here? Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in bed?” You could feel heat rising in your core, you’d been eagerly waiting to feel her unbutton your jeans again since that morning, but her well-being was your number one concern regardless.

The soft smile she had on her face disappeared, her eyes lost their usual kindness, and they glared at you more like when Larissa was dealing with a student who had upset her greatly. She towered over you and pushed you to the door. “I don’t remember telling you to start asking questions. I told you to sit on my desk, didn't I?” Without another word, you did as you were told. “Was that so hard?” She cooed as she pushed your legs apart.

You shook your head, staring up at her. Her hands quickly found their way to your waist, deja vu hit you as she removed your belt and effortlessly unbuttoned your jeans. She grabbed onto your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the desk she cupped your cheeks in her palms.

“I want to see you strip, right here.” She breathed into your mouth.

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Today was a quiet day in the mansion. Staff was gone for the weekend, Larissa was at work, Morticia was reading in the library, and you were in the bedroom. You had told Morticia you were lying down for a nap, but that was not the case whatsoever.

Your mind had been having dirty thoughts. Dirtier than usual. The two women in your life have been doing other things, leaving you completely touch starved. It had been what felt like ages since either of them had laid a finger on you, and the heat rising between your legs was far too much to ignore any longer.

Grabbing the small bullet from your nightstand, you rested your head back against the silk pillowcase as you dragged the now vibrating toy down your naked body.

First, you toyed with your erect nipples, circling the buzzing toy across your chest, allowing each vibration to go straight to your core. You were already a moaning mess before you even reached your center.

Your legs were spread as far open as possible, the cold air along your dampened cunt creating goosebumps along your bare skin. Small whimpers were quick to fly out of your mouth, the sweet touch from the bullet sending you straight into complete bliss.

You were too focused on the pleasure to realize how loud your moans actually became. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but the more intently she listened, the faster it was for her to figure out what it was.

You.

Moaning her name.

Morticia set her book aside, marking her spot for a later read, and lifted a high brow when she heard you moan once more. She quietly walked down the hallway, keeping her movements slow and steady to avoid the loud clicking from her heels.

As she reached the doorway, her eyes dilated at the unexpected sight before her. She eyed your naked body sprawled out in the middle of the grand bed. Legs were spread, back was arched, and a little black bullet sat between your legs.

"What a naughty little thing," She folded her arms across her chest. A loud gasp left your mouth at her sudden words, heat rushing straight to your cheeks from embarrassment. You weren't expecting Morticia to catch you in the act.

"Couldn't even bother to tell me? Tsk tsk." She clicked her tongue and shook her head disapprovingly, taking the few steps towards the bed.

You attempted to pull the toy from between your legs but Morticia had other plans, stopping your wrist with a stern grip.

"Don't go shy on me now, y/n. Finish. After all, you couldn't wait for me." She let go, placing both hands on her hips and gazing down at you with dark eyes. "Go on." She flicked her eyes to between your thighs.

You gulped, turning the toy back on and placing it back between your legs with a quiet whimper. As you began to pleasure yourself, Morticia slid her hands behind her back, slowly pulling the zipper from her dress down her back. The fabric dropped softly to the floor, revealing a black laced lingerie set that hugged her hourglass figure perfectly.

"I can't—" You shook your head, the pressure from her heated gaze making it harder for you to find your release. Under any other circumstance, it would take a mere second for you to finish, but Morticia was always the one doing it for you, not just watching you intently with a stoic face.

"You can. You will." She kicked her heels off.

"Please," You pleaded, salty tears steadily falling down your cheeks. You needed her. Needed her touch. "I-I can't!" You whimpered once more.

"So pathetic. My needy slut is desperate enough to touch herself but not enough to come."

Morticia crawled onto the bed, immediately taking the small bullet from your hands and holding it tightly in her own. She flipped her long raven locks behind her back before dipping her face between your thighs.

"Can't even finish yourself off without me," The toy presses roughly against your clit, causing your breath to hitch, "We're going to have to work on that one." Her dark eyes look up at yours before flicking down to your glistening cunt.

"It's too bad, you know," She lowered her upper body down to the mattress, arching her back, and forcing her barely clothed ass into the air. "Now mommy is going to have to destroy this little pussy of yours until I have you begging for mercy."

Her lips attached to your inner thighs, before trailing towards your center and licking a strip up your folds. Moans were quick to escape your throat as she pleasures you by both her mouth and the toy pressing against your sensitive bud.

"F-fuck!" Your chest heaved at a familiar knot forming in your abdomen. Hands gripped at the emerald green duvet below you, knuckles turning white at your rough grip. Morticia could feel you trembling, your body quivering at your close release.

"That's it. Come for me." The raven haired woman edged you on, peppering your inner thigh with kisses before nibbling on the soft flesh, leaving fresh love bites in their wake.

With a skillful flick to your cunt, Morticia had you spiraling almost instantaneously.

"Oh, 'Tish!" Her name flew out of your mouth just as she turned the toy off and carelessly tossing it aside.

You thought she was just helping ride out your high by removing the toy, but boy were you wrong.

Morticia wasn't done just yet.

You had touched yourself without her, and couldn't even finish yourself off at her command which was unacceptable. She had taken note of how often you've listened to Larissa's demands compared to her own, and part of her grew jealous. Should she have been? No. But was she? Oh, she most definitely was.

"Oh, you thought I was stopping right there?" Her hand sternly held you down by your inner thigh at your attempts to close your legs around her. "Tsk tsk," She scoffed, "I'm not even close to being done with you yet. And when 'Riss gets home, it'll be her turn. If you want to act like a slut, you'll certainly get treated like one."

The raven-haired beauty between your legs refused to slow her movements. Her tongue ravaged your clit while she easily thrusted two fingers into your cunt.

Small whimpers echoed off the walls at the curl of her slender fingers that hit you in just the right spot, making had your brain go empty.

"What's the matter, baby? No more screaming my name? We can't have that, now can we?" Her thrusts only grew faster as she watched your every move from just her pleasuring you.

The two of you were too lost in your sex world to hear the front door open and close at the entrance of your luxurious home. Larissa arrived earlier than expected, work going by quicker than she anticipated.

You crying out from your second orgasm had caught Larissa's attention when she took her coat off, her head snapping towards the opened bedroom door on the second floor.

"There it is." Morticia smirked, "I love it when my little whore screams for me. Don't go silent on me now." Tears fell down your face, coating the pillowcase beneath your head when her movements refused to slow.

"Please—" You pleaded, voice barely above a whisper.

Her hand ached from the constant thrusting, but she refused to let it show. She was one to always keep to her word. She wanted to see you like this. She loved to see you like this. Weak before her, begging for her.

"I can't take anymore!" The pressure only kept building and building inside you, the uncomfortableness from your third orgasm slowly creeping up on you. "Tish I—" A throaty moan forced its way out when the older woman slid a third finger inside you, completely stretching out your walls.

"Your moans say otherwise, dearie." Morticia raised a high brow at the arching of your back.

Larissa had heard every moan, every word leaving both yours and Morticia's mouth as she made her way up the grand stairs and down the hallway leading to your shared chambers.

She had swiftly unclasped her tight updo, letting her long platinum hair fall down her back. Buttons flew to the ground as she grew too impatient to undo each hole of her blouse.

Larissa lowly hummed at the sight before her blue eyes. She was quick to drop her blouse to the floor, along with tugging at her skirt to slide it down past her thick legs to fall to the floor.

She wouldn't dare miss this opportunity to join in on your festivities. After all, Larissa thrived off being the completely opposite of Morticia in bed. While the raven haired woman was the more dirty-talking and dominant one, Larissa liked to be the praising one that kept you on edge and begging deliciously.

Her eyes flew from your naked figure whose legs were spread with your hand toying with your breast, to Morticia's perfectly rounded ass that hung in the air, her arousal prominently dampening the thin fabric covering her center.

"Don't worry, my love. Mommy's here." Your eyes snapped towards the tall blonde who strutted into the room unexpectedly.

Larissa didn't hesitate to join in, her hand gliding to Morticia's ass, up her spine, and into her long black locks. Fingers tucked into her hair, grabbing a small handful and gently pulling, eliciting a low moan from Morticia.

"Rissa—" You attempted to call out before a whimper cut off your words. The blonde's eyes were drawn to yours, her lips instantly making contact with your cheeks, kissing away each wet drop on your tear-stained cheek.

"You're doing so good, sweet thing. Just one more and you can take a little breather, hmm? We can't have you tiring so fast."

You nodded your head frantically, toes curling and back arching off the duvet as you came for the third time. Vision went blurry and legs shook as the blonde woman guided you through your orgasm with a gentle hand along your cheek.

"That's my good girl," Larissa cooed, wiping your hair from your sweaty forehead and giving you a sweet but passionate kiss to distract you from the twitching of your thighs.

You whimpered into the kiss when Morticia slid her fingers from you, instantly sliding them into her mouth to suck them clean with a small hum.

"Mmm, sweet indeed," The dark haired woman added, releasing her fingers with a pop, dark eyes trained on Larissa's bright blue hues. "Here, have a taste." Morticia insisted, bringing her fingers to the blonde's mouth, who accepted them without hesitation.

Larissa hummed, her left hand finding your hand and giving it an appreciative squeeze. Your eyes were trained on the two half naked women sitting in front of you. Morticia had inched towards Larissa, her hand leaving the woman's mouth to sneak between her legs.

You propped yourself on your elbows as you tried to calm your breathing, but failing to do so when Morticia gave you a knowing glance, smirking wickedly when an idea came to her head.

"You've been here not even a minute and you're already soaked through?" Morticia chuckled lowly, eyes glancing back at the blonde. "How about we put on a show for our slu—"

"Sweet girl," Larissa cut her off with a finger to her lips. "Our sweet sweet girl. . ." She trailed off, losing her train of thought when Morticia snuck a hand inside her panties. Larissa instantly moaned at the slender fingers circling her clit.

Her pale hand left yours to grab Morticia's freshly manicured hand, guiding her movements at her favorite pace.

At this godly sight, you were instantly wet once more. An almost painful heat instantly starting again.

The sight ahead of you made you seem nearly forgotten, but the heat between your legs was very much prominent. Just as you started to snake your hand towards your dripping cunt, Morticia's free hand gripped your wrist, her eyes never straying from the blonde in front of her.

"Tish, please." You begged, but your pleas never worked on her. Her grip only remained stern, keeping your hand in place, not allowing you to please yourself at the sight of her pleasuring Larissa.

The blonde quietly moaned before pulling Morticia's hand away from her cunt. "Somebody feels left out, Tish. Let her join. I want a taste of her anyways."

Reluctantly, Morticia retracted both of her hands, but a biting smirk returned to her face as she saw the plans Larissa had in store for you, lingering in her eyes.

"Don't be too easy on her Riss, this is after all a punishment."

"Ah, so that's why you two started without me." A dangerous smirk came to Larissa's face, one you know well. "So our little angel hasn't been so good today. . . What has she done?" Larissa asked the other woman, eyes curiously scanning your face.

"Was touching herself all by her lonesome. Didn't even bother to tell me. Heard her from the other room moaning like a whore."

Larissa shook her head, clicking her tongue in a disapproving manner, "You know better, darling." Larissa maneuvered her way around Morticia to switch places with her, making herself at home between your thighs.

Her body sat in the same position Morticia was just in, legs beneath her, upper body hovering over the duvet with her porcelain colored ass waving in the air.

Although your view of the woman was enough to have your arousal dripping onto the plush mattress, Morticia had the best view of all. Dark eyes wandered over the blondes smooth skin.

Larissa toyed with your thighs, pecking and nibbling at the soft flesh while Morticia traced a hand along the blonde's back, sliding a finger down her spine.

Morticia felt every inch and curve of Larissa's lower body, admiring the fine specimen that sat before her. Her lips made contact with the woman's hips, sending sweet kisses along her stretch marks that Larissa was once insecure about until the three of you got together.

You treated her like a goddess, after all, that's what she was to you. Everything about her was perfect. She was perfect, inside and out. And she appreciated every compliment, and especially every kiss to her most sacred spots.

"Rissa please," Your hips slightly bucked towards her face, begging for her to soothe the growing ache between your thighs.

"Patience, my love. You're going to need it." Larissa smirked, eyes dancing with amusement.

She knew just how much you were about to beg for her, and excitement was already coursing through her veins. Of course she was going to be more gentle than Morticia, but she was still going to give you the punishment you deserved for leaving them out of your activities.

Larissa flattened her tongue along your glistening cunt, slowly savoring every sweet taste of you. You shivered under her cool touch, hips being forced down against the mattress to avoid your overly sensitive bucking.

"Such a sweet little pussy, and all for me-" Larissa's words were cut off with a suppressed moan when Morticia slapped the blonde's ass with a piercing smack.

"Us." The raven haired woman corrected her, before soothing the immediate reddened area along Larissa's porcelain cheek.

Larissa tongue delved deep into you, bright blue eyes watching the growing tension between your knitted brows and the everlasting 'o' shape of your mouth as sounds refused to come out.

"Fuck, Rissa!" Your hand flew to her head, tugging at her long curly locks.

"Look at you, already a screaming little mess in just a mere second." Morticia teased you, fingers tucking under Larissa's panties and slowly gliding them down her thick legs to get a better view of the growing mess between the blonde's thighs. "Let's make it even louder for me, shall we? I want to hear how loud you both can be."

Morticia slid two fingers past Larissa's entrance with ease, pleasuring the tall goddess while she devoured you. Larissa's moans blended in with your own, putting a mischievous smirk along Morticia's face.

"Just like that." Her free hand rubbed the soft skin along Larissa's ass, preparing for her next move, "My two needy whores, complete moaning messes. Keep the noises coming."

Smack

Morticia used her free hand to send another sharp spank to Larissa's ass, and admiring the prominent jiggle that elicited from her smack.

You felt your release building and building, moans growing closer and closer together, giving Larissa just enough time to remove her tongue from your cunt. A whimper took place of a moan at the sudden loss of contact, and Larissa couldn't help the smirk that grew on her face.

"Didn't think I'd let you finish that easy, now did you?" She toyed, breath hitching in her throat when Morticia chuckled, suddenly curling her fingers inside the blonde.

She hit Larissa's most craved spot with each thrust, and all you could do was watch as Larissa became undone from Morticia, neediness growing more prominent now that your orgasm faded away.

"Come for me, Rissa." Morticia encouraged the blonde on just as Larissa brought her mouth back to your clit.

Moans of ecstasy got muffled as Larissa coated the other woman's fingers with her juices, her wetness dripping down Morticia's hand. Larissa's grip along your hips tightened, fingernails digging into your sensitive skin and leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake.

Morticia didn't dare stop her movements, wanting you to watch as Larissa came over and over again while you were being edged by the blonde for your punishment.

"Taking it like such a good girl," Larissa cooed, removing her tongue and replacing her pleasuring with her fingers, matching the same movements Morticia had been doing to her.

"Please—" You begged, "Let me come! I promise I won't touch myself again without you."

"I don't know, Tish. What do you think?" Larissa stopped her movements once she felt your walls tightening around her fingers. Small whimpers escaped your throat, the growing uncomfortable ache between your thighs forcing tears from your eyes.

"I say let her wait on it for a bit longer." Her devilish smirk forcing your grip along the sheets to tighten out of frustration.

"Mmm, fuck—" Larissa elicited a throaty moan.

Your head shook as you watched Larissa come for a second time, jealousy completely coursing through your veins.

Morticia sent wet kisses along Larissa's ass, gently guiding her through her orgasm. Her fingers moved from Larissa's used cunt and directly into her mouth, eliciting a small approving moan.

The scene in front of her was enough for Morticia to get off at the same time, her free hand rubbing circles along her own clit.

A shallow moan could be heard from Morticia as she came undone from her own touch. Her noise was just barely loud enough for both you and Larissa to hear, as Morticia was always the quieter one compared to you and Larissa.

Morticia then moved herself to sit next to you, legs tucked underneath her and thighs pressing together as she lifted Larissa's face, her thumb and forefinger pulling the blonde's face towards hers in a needy kiss.

Tears continued to flow, hips begging to buck and grind along Larissa's fingers as your gaze landed on the two women making out in front of you.

"Please!" You begged once more, "I'm taking your punishments so good. Just please— please let me come! I've learned my lesson!"

The two women broke from their heated kiss, both smirking towards each other at your pleas. Morticia ever so slightly nodded her head, allowing Larissa to bring her mouth to your clit and delve her fingers deeper.

Morticia slid a hand up your stomach, past your chest, and up to squeeze your cheeks, forcing your face to look at her. Her body leaned in, face only mere inches from your own, dark eyes full of nothing but lust.

"Come, my darling." Her signature red lips smashed sloppily against yours.

A familiar knot formed in your abdomen, appearing only momentarily until you finally came around Larissa's fingers with a relieved moan.

The blonde's movements slowed as she eased you through your orgasm, allowing the pleasure to last for as long as possible.

Your chest heaved, heartbeat racing as you attempted to catch your breath when Larissa stopped her movements.

"That's my good girl." Larissa smiled, wiping your release carelessly off her fingers and onto her thigh as she moved her body to sit opposite of Morticia on the other side of you.

Her hand cupped your cheek when Morticia pulled away, both of them wiping your tears away with their thumbs.

"She took her punishment so good, didn't she, Tish? Wasn't our little doll taking it like such a good girl?"

"She took it so well for us," Morticia played with one of your stray hairs. "I think she deserves a treat, Rissa."

"Oh indeed she does. Does our sweet girl want a taste of mommy?"

Morticia ran a hand down Larissa's barely clothed chest, moving the thin fabric to free Larissa's breasts from her bra. Your eyes widened at the sight before you, a bright gleam in your eye making itself prominent to the two woman before you.

"Use your words." Morticia added when she noticed your growing silence.

"Yes— God yes!"

Larissa chuckled, reaching behind her unclasp her bra, allowing the fabric to fall from her chest and out of the way.

"Lay down, Rissa." Morticia laid a hand on the blonde's bare shoulder, pushing her gently down onto the mattress. "Our beautiful and enchanting goddess."

"Let us worship you. Please." You chimed in, running your hand up her smooth leg, and stopping just before reaching her soaked cunt.

"If that's what you truly want, who am I to deny you of your desires? Be a good girl and help me finish, angel." Larissa spread her legs, giving you full access to her dripping center which you took in your mouth instantaneously.

Your tongue flicked across her sensitive bud, earning a gentle bucking of her hips. Morticia made contact with Larissa's breasts, one hand kneading while the other held a tit in her mouth, tongue swirling around the blonde's nipple.

"Mmm, just like that!" Larissa's head fell back against the duvet, eyes begging to roll to the back of her head.

Larissa hummed, her perfectly manicured hand reaching for your head to push you further against her, allowing the slight grinding of her hips against your face.

Morticia gave one last flick to Larissa's nipple before taking a moment to look at the moaning mess Larissa quickly became. A small smirk toyed at her lips when she came up with a new plan to add to the pleasure you were giving her.

The raven haired woman slid from the bed to grab the leftover bullet vibrator that she had discarded earlier, turning the toy on and bringing it to Larissa's view.

"If she gets to pleasure you, it's only fair I get to help." Morticia crawled back onto the bed, and brought the toy to Larissa's chest. The buzzing toy ran across Larissa's nipple, causing Larissa's back to arch and push her breasts harder against the vibrations.

"Tish please," Larissa's blue eyes met with Morticia's dark ones, her big doe eyes pleading.

Your eyes glanced up at Morticia with a knowing look, moving your head away from her clit, to insert two fingers deeply inside Larissa's cunt with ease. Her wetness allowed you to slide right in.

"Such a little begger. . ." Morticia teased.

Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth at the sight of Morticia slowly drag the vibrator down Larissa's chest, past her navel, and down to her sensitive clit.

Larissa moaned loudly at the new sensation. Your free hand gripped her waist, nails dragging across her porcelain skin in a small trail that ended in her inner thighs, leaving little red marks in their wake.

"Look at her taking you so well," Morticia cooed, noticing the third finger you inserted that caused Larissa to let out a whimpering moan at the stretching of her inner walls.

Morticia moved the toy in circular motions while she brought her mouth to Larissa's neck. Red lips attached to Larissa's pulse point, sucking and nibbling at the skin, a mix of red lipstick and hickeys soon covering the blonde's neck.

"Faster, baby—" Larissa's hand gripped your wrist, picking up your thrusts to a quicker and needier pace.

The blonde's legs stilled ever so slightly, every noise coming from her mouth halting as her breath hitched. Her orgasm came barreling down at her, taking full control over her curvaceous body.

But neither you or Morticia stopped your movements.

"Yes, god yes!"

While Morticia marked up Larissa's neck, the blonde's free hand made home on her own chest, pulling her nipple between her fingers and toying with the erect bud.

Larissa's other hand only grew tighter along your scalp, hips growing frantic as she hurtled towards her next release.

"That feels so good— Fuck, don't stop!"

At her words, Morticia pressed the vibrator roughly along Larissa's clit, adding pressure to send Larissa in a daze.

Larissa moaned a long list of profanities, along with both yours and Morticia's name as she squirted against your fingers. You smirked, knowing you could still get one more out of her.

"Always making such a mess, Rissa." Morticia clicked her tongue, loving the sight of Larissa fully submitting. This was the only time Larissa was ever this submissive, and god did it turn Morticia on.

Larissa's legs shook immensely, your pace only easing up just the slightest as to not completely overstimulate her.

"Just one more, beautiful," You cooed.

The blonde's head frantically shook, moans never quieting down as her grip on your hand grew tighter. She could feel her body tighten, her legs growing stiff with each passing second.

"I- oh god—" Larissa grunted, your fingers repeatedly hitting her soft tissue.

Morticia's free hand played with Larissa's hair just as the blonde screamed your name aloud when she came once more. Your skillful fingers eased their movements, helping Larissa ride out her high.

Larissa was completely flushed, her cheeks and chest held just the slightest shade of red. You slowly removed your fingers while Morticia turned the vibrator off, leaving Larissa a shaking mess. Her legs closed, chest heaving as she came down from her high.

"You did so good for us, Rissa." Morticia gave the blonde a small kiss, "Didn't she, doll?" Her dark eyes gazed into yours, catching your attention.

"She did amazing." You agreed with Morticia, before sucking your fingers clean.

Morticia scanned both yours and Larissa's faces, the exhaustion not going unnoticed by the raven haired woman.

"While you two catch your breath, how about I get a bath started and the three of us take a nice long warm bath together, how does that sound?"

"Please," You answered Morticia while Larissa nodded her head.

Morticia stood from the bed, smirking to herself at the sight before her, Larissa completely spent and sprawled out on the bed while you laid next to her with a hand caressing Larissa's thigh.

After Wednesday had accidentally outted your (unknowing and unwilling) involvement in her plot, you had spent the afternoon in detention. Which you had spent staring at the wall with a blank look as your head seemed to have invisible hands stuff your sinuses and skull with cotton and sand. You had barely even registered being let out before you stumbled down the hall to your dorm which luckily wasn’t too far. You had to see the principal tomorrow morning as she had spent the afternoon dealing with Wednesday and her punishment. Maybe you could plead your case and …. That would never work.

You stumbled over to your bed curling up on-top of the sheets deciding to forgo dinner as your stomach churned at the room seemed to be freezing. You fell asleep at five in the afternoon still in your uniform and hair done up.

It had barely felt like five minutes before you felt hands shaking your shoulder. Blearily you looked up at the attacker through have lidded eyes. Your head was pounding, and your stomach churned. You couldn’t breathe through your nose at all and somehow at the same time it was running down your top lip. Your lips were chapped, and your eyes glazed with the haze of fever.

Darting your tongue out to try and rehydrate your lips you blinked up as you realised Yoko was standing over you.

“Dude. Jeez you look like hell. Are you ok?” She asked and you wiped your nose on your sleeve which made her wince and let out a deep and throaty yes, your voice surprising you at how congested you sounded.

“If you say so. Weems wanted you in her office ten minutes ago. But you should probably-“ you launched off the bed and stumbled righting yourself against the wall and took off down the hall still in yesterdays crumpled uniform.

“-stay here.” Yoko finished looking at your empty bed with a frown.

You did your best to stand upright as you knocked on the door, swaying slightly. Suddenly the door flew open with an angry looking Weems saying there. At the sudden movement your head swam, and you took a step back. Weems took this as an escape attempt and grabbed your arm pulling you inside. You stumbled and weems thrust you into the chair in-front of her desk.

She barely looked at you as she began to lecture.

“I expect this kind of thing from Wednesday, you however Y/n… have been one of my most promising students. I worry what would happen if you chose to follow a path like Ms Addams. I should suspend you; those spiders scared half the first years to death. One actually fainted. She would be concussed if Ms Thornhill hadn’t caught her…” Weems continued to rant as you tried and failed to listen. You had zoned out looking at the stuffed crow on her bookshelf. Eyes still glassy. Your stomach was churning something awful, and you lifted you sleeve, sniffling and wiping your nose on your already wet sleeve. You grimaced at the texture and brought a hand to rest over your stomach. It hurt a lot as it did flips and gurgled angrily.

Weems was pacing now, still not looking at you as she went on and on about how disappointed she was with you. But it sounded like she was underwater. Noise was distorted as your fever raged, messing with your senses and perception of reality. You swayed where you sat using one hand to grip the edge of the desk to stop yourself falling out of the chair. You stifled a sneeze in your elbow grimiaing as it made your head pound with newfound force. It felt like your heart had been moved to between your ears as it was all you could hear.

You sat trying to stabilise your breathing as saliva began to gather in your mouth. You were feeling worse and worse.

Weems froze her back to you, her lecture stopping as she heard you gag. Unfreezing she spun on her heels just in time to watch you throw up in your own lap. For the first time that day she looked at you. You had deep bags under your eyes. Forehead covering a sheen of sweat. Eye glassy. Nose and cheeks pink and skin pale. Drooping eyelids and now dressed in a sicked-on uniform.

Her anger melted in an instant and she crossed the office in a few strides. Perks of being tall. She knelt next to you and looked into your eyes which moved sluggishly to meet hers.

“Oh darling.” She said turning and grabbing some tissues off her desk to wipe your chin clean. You let out a heartbreaking whimper and buried your face in your hands.

“Sh shhh. None of that now sweetheart.” She said and pried your hands off. She felt your face for a fever frowning as she felt a very present and very hot one raging under your pale and flushed skin.

“Sit tight for me darling.” She said and you gave a weak nod. She quickly left and returned with a towel, a plastic bag and a change of what looked like her old clothes. She peeled your uniform off you carefully throwing it in the bag. She wrapped you in the towel still in your underwear as she wiped you clean with a wet rag. Once you felt slightly better, she tapped your arm.

“Arms up sweetie.” She said and you complied slowly. She wrestled the short onto you and you let her. After a minute she pressed a thermometer to your lips which you accepted. Finding your fever too high for her liking weems gathered some more supplies and fed you some medicine. Figuring you had to the flu and most likely threw up from the fever and nausea.

Gently she guided you to the couch and laid a towel down for you to sleep in case you didn’t make it to the bathroom again if you felt sick again later. She placed a bucket next to the couch and wiped the sweaty hair from your eyes. With a hand she cupped your cheek as you began to fall asleep.

“Im sorry darling. I should have known something was wrong when your name came up.” She said softly. “I know you would never do that in your right mind.” She rubber her thumb over your cheek bone and you nuzzled into her hand.

“‘M s’rry. I di’nt know she’s gonna throw them at the fi’st yea’s” you slurred tired and weems chuckled softly.

“Im sure you didn’t darling. Now rest.” She said and patted your cheek before removing her hand and going to stand up.

“Stay.” You said weakly grabbing her hand.

“Of course, darling. Let me just grab my laptop.” She said going over to her desk before returning and sitting opposite you.

“Close your eyes my darling, you need sleep. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

“G’night mama.” You said confused from the fever. Weems froze before softening.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” She said fighting tears that you saw her as a mother.