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you make me nervous part 2

larissa weems x reader

content: first time, passionate smut, oral, masturbation, watching masturbation, kneeling, praise kink awakening, sapphic yearning as always

warnings: nsfw, alcohol consumption

note: this is a part 2 to “you make me nervous”. you can find it in my pinned post but it’s okay to read this on its own. to the person who asked for part 2, i hope you enjoy :)

You didn’t know where the evening had gone. You could barely even process the fact that Larissa had seemed to transform before your eyes and told you out of the blue that you were welcome to join her for glass of wine in her office after work. She carried herself so differently, so uncharacteristically soft and timid out of nowhere since you simply wiped her lip clean from the foam of her cappuccino, was that really all it took?

Her eyes had been drinking you in all evening in the same way she had been nervously swallowing down the Cabernet Sauvignon she told you was being saved for a special occasion. There you were, legs crossed comfortably on her arm chair in front of the roaring fireplace with Larissa sat opposite you in the office chair she had pulled to face you as you talked. Your eyes fell nervously to the print of red lipstick around the rim of her glass, and the way Larissa shuffled slightly out of her seat and leaned closer to you with squinted eyes to really listen to and take in every word you said, made you feel tipsy. There was a flush on her otherwise perfect skin and you wondered whether she was tipsy herself, or if you had somehow miraculously managed to make the most otherworldly woman you had ever met blush twice in one day.

“So, uh,” you began nervously, pausing for a moment to question whether or not digging around for Larissa’s true intentions would ruin the comfortable atmosphere, “was there any particular reason you invited me tonight?”

You watched Larissa process the question. Her lips parted as though to speak before her mouth closed again, taking her lip - which was more rosy but less coated with makeup than you were used to seeing - between her teeth in thought. You felt as though you could see the cogs turning behind her eyes that sparkled with the warm light of the fire within them.

“Well I- I just felt as though…” Larissa spoke, unsure. “I just wanted to see you again. That’s all.”

The sentence was enunciated with a warm smile, inviting but unable to hide the hesitance in the rest of her face.

“Okay.” You grinned. “I wanted to see you again, too. I mean, I always do- I mean-“

You tripped over your words embarrassingly, suddenly panicking that you may have stepped too far, nearing much too close to confessing the fact that you spend every moment thinking about her, your head full to the brim with daydreams longing for the woman before you, when, for all you know, she was simply having a friendly chat with a colleague. Does she do this with everyone? The flush on your face greatly exceeded Larissa’s all within a matter of seconds. You looked down in worry and began to fidget with the stem of your glass, so you miss the soft, enamoured beam in Larissa’s eyes, the gentle glimmer of hope that she allows to surface now out of your vision. You were not too dissimilar to a couple of teenagers, both completely oblivious and fighting with all the willpower you could to quash the yearning that overtook your entire being and replace it with composure, patience, self control, as you had no idea if the other felt the same even remotely. You could lose your job with any misstep. But when your eyes lifted to take in the woman before you who glowed in front of the fire and struggled to tame the curling of her lips into a grin under the weight of your nervous eye contact, all willpower you ever imagined you had dissolved in an instant. Butterflies tore you apart from the inside out, organ by organ, physically ailing you at the sight of her looking back at you wordlessly. It stopped for a moment before only accelerating beyond comprehension when Larissa shuffled forward and leaned down to place her empty glass on the floor beside her. She stood, before sinking slowly to the floor and kneeling before you, the eye contact physically restraining you with an unyielding force as you sat, wide-eyed and lips parted.

“You always want to see me?” Larissa questioned in the sweetest, most gentle voice you recall ever coming from her mouth. Her head tilted slightly as she stared up at you, so much more vulnerable and small and open than you were used to her being. The sight of her in front of you on her knees, peering up at you so hungrily yet so innocently rendered you speechless. Had she sensed your apprehension and decided to push you to be honest? Was she trying to pull your deepest thoughts from your brain to soothe her curiosity? Was the wine merely a tool to quell your inhibitions to try her best to pry you open and reveal your feelings? Was this her plan all along? It was going to work. You were completely under her spell.

“Yes.” You let out in a hushed groan, less brave-sounding and more laced with want than you had tried to muster up in your stupor. Larissa shot a smirk up at you and you watched with intent as her pupils dilated ever so slightly before your eyes in response. The heat of the fire was not helping the way your body burned at the sight of her. She edged slightly closer and lifted a hand to place on your knee, rubbing circles into the fabric of your skirt before it found its way a couple of inches higher up your thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sensation and Larissa grinned in accomplishment.

“You know, red wine tends to make me a little… Worked up.” Her voice was nauseatingly soft. “As do you.”

A pitiful moan left your throat and you longed to will it back into your body in embarrassment, only until Larissa closed her eyes for a few seconds so as to savour the sound.

“You can let go. It’s okay.” Larissa’s voice was hungry but you couldn’t help but notice the comfort her voice provided, genuinely reassuring you that you were safe to be free in her company. She was letting you in. You reached a hand out to cup the side of her face - as carefully as your trembling body would allow - and you felt the warmth of her rosy face against your skin. She leaned into your hand and her mascara coated lashes fluttered up at you. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Your hand found the back of her neck and you urged her up gently to sit up taller on her knees and reach closer to you as you leaned forward in the armchair, your faces now barely an inch apart. You watched as Larissa looked up at both of your eyes before looking down at your lips, completely unable to pull her gaze away from them no matter how hard she tried. She waited for you to close the gap and you did, edging towards her to place your lips carefully against hers and drowning in the feeling of her gentle smile capturing your pout.

Larissa inhaled deeply before parting her lips and taking your bottom lip between hers and sucking gently, urging you to open your mouth and deepen the kiss. Your lips fought and the first time you felt her tongue slip into your mouth, you swore you would be happy to die right there in that armchair.

She moved quickly, still attacking your lips with need but reaching her hands up to find your hips to let them roam your body. You whined into the kiss at the feeling of her exploring you and she hummed against your lips in response. Her hands came down to your knees and stroked them over the fabric before making their way underneath and edging up your thighs. You gasped at the feeling of her soft hands and the slight scratch of her manicured nails working their way up and she felt the way you trembled against her. She took your lower lip between her teeth and pulled away from the kiss to meet your eye. Larissa began to lift your skirt and push it up your legs, so you raised off of the chair to allow her room to bunch it up around your hips, revealing the soft cotton of your dampening underwear that put a glint in Larissa’s eyes as she took you in. Her eye contact always killed you at the best of times, and it was no exception as she stared up at you innocently as though she wasn’t reaching up to painstakingly circle around your core through your underwear. You whimpered breathlessly, watching as she avoided where you needed her and smiled up at you with those doe eyes that made you melt.

“Y/N?” Larissa called out in a sweet whisper.

“Yes.” You mewled between attempts to catch your breath. She smiled.

“Can I taste you?” Her voice was so soft and innocent but her words cut through you with desperation and you wished your body hadn’t been paralysed with need, longing to pinch yourself and wake up from this dream. You nodded wantonly and panted while she beamed and traced her fingers over the hem of your underwear before hooking her fingers into them and slipping them slowly down your thighs to sit around your ankles. You felt her breath against your core now, which was pink and glittering with want. Larissa admired the way you sparkled for her and held your gaze as she brought her tongue to lick through your dampness. Your hips trembled instantly and you tried your very best not to push yourself against her face so soon. She placed her hand up onto the arm of the chair where you were gripping onto the fabric with white knuckles, and stroked your skin before locking her hand with yours and holding you comfortingly, a thumb stroking yours. She continued to lap at your core, tasting the liquid that spilled from within you and began to circle your clit with her tongue.

“Oh my God.” You cried out, all breath taken from your body as you dared to look down at her between your legs, moving her tongue against you and bobbing her head as she worked. The way she was so artful with her mouth was all consuming, earth shattering. You knew it wouldn’t take long to explode.

Your free hand made its way down to weave fingers through her hair - any attempt and restraint to not tarnish the way her hair laid so perfectly styled was obsolete - and your fingers scratched carefully at her scalp, now unable to stop yourself from bringer her closer to your cunt to achieve the increasing pressure you so desperately craved. Your hips rose off the chair and began to rut gently against her mouth. Larissa could feel the way your thighs tensed and trembled around her and began to flick her tongue rapidly against you, taking time to note how you responded and promising to learn how your body worked and the most efficient ways to bring it to nirvana for future reference, should you be so lucky.

The way your hips rocked and your cries became more desperate and less inhibited made Larissa moan against your cunt, sending further vibrations and shockwaves through your whole body.

“Yes, yes!” You wailed. “Just like that. Fast, just like that, please!”

Larissa obliged, continuing to flick her tongue quickly, despite the ache that grew in her jaw, and allowed you to find a rhythm against her face to bring yourself to euphoria with her. Her tongue flattened against you and her head bobbed to provide you the stimulation you needed and, with that, your back arched off of the chair and you cried out in ecstasy against her, body contorting and convulsing in the most overwhelming state of bliss.

“Fuck! God, oh- oh, my God.” Your moans were strangled and as frenzied as the way the aftershocks of her tongue still gently tasting you took control of your body. Larissa took your taste into her mouth once more before placing gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, never letting go of your hand and continuing to stroke it gently as she allowed you a moment to catch your breath and come down from the high. You finally looked down with heavy, fluttering eyes, to see her face resting against your inner thigh and eyes wide looking up at you in adoration. Her smudged lips, her chin, and her nose glistened with you. Since tasting you, she looked as though she had gulped down another 4 glasses of wine, completely tipsy on the scent and flavour of you.

She rose up and her lips found yours once again, allowing you to share the taste of you between your mouths and finally thank her skilful tongue with the contact of your own. You pulled away from her, panting and looking at her disheveled but still entirely perfect face, and reaching up to stroke a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. Staring into each other’s eyes made everything so bright and warm as though every moment of your respective lives had led up to this. Each breath you had taken, each person you had met, each choice you had made had led you to this moment, perfectly designed and waiting patiently for the both of you.

“I wanna take care of you, too.” You whined, pouting needily and desiring nothing more than to return the pleasure she had caused to wash over you so artfully. She beamed a smile before pressing her lips together in thought.

“You don’t have to.” She spoke quietly, letting her hands find your hair as she examined every feature on your face, cursing herself retrospectively for having spent so much time taking them for granted and not noticing the beauty in every curve of your nose, the small lines across your lips, and every eyelash and blemish you had.

“I want to. Show me what you like.” The wine, her scent, and the stupor she had you in caused you to find a forwardness you had never come close to feeling before. You had to treat her like the priceless monument she was. She had to teach you how.

Larissa reached for your hands and pulled them forward so as to guide you to stand up off of the armchair. She placed a kiss to the back of your hand and inhaled your scent before swapping places with you and seating herself on the chair. She guided you to kneel as she had previously and, once you found your position on the floor, she stroked your chin, placing her thumb underneath and lifting you to meet her eye. You looked up at her, thinking about how desperate to please her you must have looked, and pouted.

“Show me.” You repeated, your voice smaller and shakier this time. You almost looked heartbroken, every moment without pleasure and affection being provided to the woman above you proving to be torture for you. She deserved bliss and not a moment without it.

Larissa let her legs drop open and your mouth parted with it. You practically drooled and your eyes were glued to her lower half, watching more intently than you had ever watched anything in your life. She pulled at the hem of her dress and lifted it to around her hips and out of the way, revealing strong, milky white thighs that glistened, the softness of them spilling against the fabric of the chair beneath her. Your eyes were instantly drawn to her underwear - a pale green and silky, adorned with a delicate looped hem, and visibly dampened. A groan fell from your lips.

Larissa’s breath was steady and she slowly brought her fingers up her thigh and towards her centre. Her hand slipped beneath the fabric of her underwear and she stroked a finger through her folds, her breath catching in her throat before letting out a long, exasperated breath. She withdrew her hand from her underwear to reveal the way her juices had thickly coated her fingers, glossy and already dripping without even being touched. Mesmerised, you shot up and placed your hands on her lap, then grasping onto her wrist and pulling her hand to your face before wrapping your lips around her fingers and moaning into them at the heavenly taste in your mouth.

“Aren’t you a good girl?” Larissa cooed down to you with a groan, awakening something deep within you that you had no idea had existed previously. You nodded obediently and savoured her taste for another moment before removing your lips with a soft ‘pop’ sound and returning to your kneeling position on the ground in front of her.

“Are you gonna show me what you like?” You whimpered eagerly.

“You really want me to, don’t you, darling?” Larissa replied with a coy smile. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

With that, you watched with wide eyes as she pushed her underwear to the side, finally revealing her wet centre and beginning to draw messy circles directly into her clit. You began to feel yourself overheating at the image, already dripping once again in an instant as she pleasured herself in front of you and let out the sickliest groans you could imagine. She dipped into her centre to gather more slickness to work against her clit and the wet sound it made had you completely drunk on her. She began to whimper with an open mouth and heavy eyelids, head beginning to fall back at the stimulation she provided herself. You sat up on your knees and held onto hers to steady yourself, simply desperate to get a better view of the way she touched herself.

“Does that feel good?” You whined encouragingly, eyes fixed to her core.

“So good. So good.” She repeated, breaths now getting heavier and more laboured as her eyes clamped shut and she concentrated on putting on her best show for you. Filthier and filthier were the moans she let out for you. Her free hand now edging closer to her core and you gulped in rapture once you realised she was pushing a finger into herself, disappearing inside her and beginning to move slowly in and out.

“Oh, my God.” You moaned desperately as you watched her rub her clit rapidly whilst also fucking herself with one finger.

“Fuck, Y/N. This is - this is how I like it.” Larissa choked out between moans, head still rolling back and her hips grinding against the two forms of stimulation. “This is what I want you to do to me.”

She was so focused and in her own head, chasing the high she was so close to, and her pace increased as she added another finger, the sound of her wetness driving you fucking insane. You could do nothing but watch, moan, take everything in and vow to remember to bring her to this state the next time she let you. God, you would do it straight after she was done if she asked you to. You would practise as many times as she let you. You had to master it for her, after all.

“God, you’re doing so good. You look so perfect. Don’t stop. Make yourself feel good. I want you to come so bad.” You couldn’t stop these words of encouragement from escaping you, unsure how anything could allow you to become so bold and uninhibited but the mere thought of Larissa fucking herself and coming undone in front of you was so all consuming and divine that you felt yourself somehow nearing an orgasm simply through her pleasure alone. It shook you so strongly to see Larissa, known for being so professional, so composed and put together, so guarded and responsible in order to protect her school, now a rutting, mewling mess in front of you, legs spread wide open to allow you to see her, watch her, smell her.

“I’m so close, Y/N.” Larissa whimpered shakily. Her hands were moving messily and frantically against and within her and her chest rose and sank rapidly with each breath she took in.

“I want you to come for me. So, so badly. Can you do that for me?” You were moaning along with her now, grinding down instinctively against yourself to soothe the wet, aching fire between your own legs as she fucked herself. So in awe of her, so desperate to watch her achieve the nirvana she so deserved.

“Yes!” Larissa cried out desperately. Her movements were so frantic and sloppy that you could tell she was about to fall apart. Just for you. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna- ah!”

You made sure to drink in every single second of the view in front of you; filthy screams and cries flew from Larissa’s sweet mouth as her body contorted off of the chair in rapture and bliss, fingers not slowing and continuing to play with her core to savour every last moment of the earth shattering orgasm that was taking over her body. The sensation became too much and tore through her body with heavy jolts so she slowed her movements, her breath easing and her hips and back falling heavily against the armchair, completely spent.

You rose up to your feet and approached her gently with your hands holding her face softly as you whispered words of encouragement and coaxed her down from her high. Larissa’s eyes fluttered open and met yours to see you ogling down at her with an unshakable yearning in your eyes. She reached a hand out to grab you by the waist and pull you onto her lap where you melted into her and pressed your body as tightly against her as the laws of physics could allow. She gazed woozily into your eyes and brought her fingers to your mouth, now aware of how much you liked to clean her up. She watched in awe and you sucked her clean so lovingly and tucked strands of hair behind both of your ears. She took a moment to process thoughtfully before choosing which words to use.

“Can i be honest with you?” She whispered rather sleepily as she held your gaze.

You nodded purposefully - of course she could - but your mind wandered to uneasy thoughts of her feeling shame or sudden regret and the anxiety was growing visible on your face.

“I never want to let go of you.” Larissa spoke gently with concern in her eyes. Not concern over her words, she could not have possibly meant them any more. Concern over the fact that you might disagree. Concern over the fleeting images that filled her head of loneliness, the very prospect that she may have to spend even seconds away from you after this moment. You flashed her a warm smile and her face brightened a little. You placed a soft and purposeful kiss onto her smudged lips.

“I’ve been dreaming about this since I met you.” You eyes grew glossy and your voice shaky. “You never have to worry about that. You can have me forever.”

And you meant it. More than anything you have ever done in your life. You were hers as long as she would let you be hers.

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