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Can you do a Larissa Weems and a Collage Student? They met at an art museum and do the deed in the restroom...

Thank you for this slay request anon! I loved this idea the second I read it, and I desperately needed something fun to write after writing so much angst recently. (And it’s giving Bette Porter, and I love it.) I hope you like longer fics because this one is definitely one of them.

Piece of Heaven

Larissa Weems x fem!college student

warnings: nsfw minors DNI, legal age gap (mid 20s-44), edging, fingering (r receiving), masturbation, dom!Larissa, sub!reader

word count: 3.6k

a/n: Please imagine whatever painting you like as the one Larissa and r talk about. I didn’t want to be specific about what the piece is because art is subjective, and you all deserve to fangirl to/with Larissa about whatever you’d like to.

The first Friday of every month has long been your favourite day because your local modern art museum allows university students to visit without a ticket. There’s no better way to celebrate the weekend than by wandering through the rooms, looking at the pieces they’re showing and people watching as you go with the usual crowd of stay-at-home moms and their children, elderly couples and a few other students.

As you make your way through the rooms and up the stairs to the top floor, you notice a tall, blonde woman from the corner of your eye. If it didn’t sound totally ridiculous you’d think she was following you. You clearly remember seeing her statuesque figure in the first room when you entered, and every other ever since. She is one of those people you don’t just forget seeing. Her height and her neatly styled hair and bright red lips probably make her stand out from every crowd.

“This one’s exceptional, isn’t it?” A voice asks from behind you and muscles all over your body stiffen in shock. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you..” The tall blonde says, stepping next to you. “I thought you saw me come up behind you, but I can’t blame you for being too mesmerized by this gorgeous piece to notice.” She says with a warm smile and then turns her head to face the painting in front of you.

“I can see why.” The blonde nods to herself. “Are you from around here?” She asks. Her voice is soft as she speaks, almost as if she were afraid the pieces in the room would take offence to anything louder than a whisper.

You contemplate answering. She could be a serial killer for all you know from the way she was following you around. “It truly is one of a kind.” You reply in a few minutes. Her willingness to stand in silence, just taking in the painting in front of you while you debated answering, made her seem nice enough. “I’ve seen it every month since they started showing this exhibition last year, but I still haven’t got bored of it.” You really have seen it every time you came and you couldn’t be happier that someone else appreciates it as much as you do because you don’t usually see anyone take more than a minute to look at it. Even on days when you sit in front of this very piece for hours, you can count how many people make it to the top floor on one hand.

“No, I just go to college in town.” You whisper back, not wanting to ruin the perfect quiet you’ve been standing in since she arrived. “You?”

You turn to take her hand. “Y/n.” Her handshake is firm, but her fingers are the softest, most delicate things to have ever touched your skin. You notice yourself staring at your intertwined hands and have to make an active effort to look away, back at the painting.

“Oh, no. I’m only in town for the weekend for a conference. I live in Vermont.” She answers, still speaking under her breath. “I’m Larissa, by the way.” The woman adds, holding a hand out to you.

“Well, y/n.. Since you’ve seen this exhibition so many times, why don’t you show me what else is worth looking at?” Larissa suggests, her hand still holding yours in a comfortably tight grasp.

Taken aback by her strange request, you finally turn to face the woman fully. After adjusting your head to be able to look up at her, you are met with the most breath-taking sapphire blue eyes. The corners of her lips are turned up in a graceful smile as she gazes down at you, her eyes following yours as they explore her features.

“Y/n..” The woman says again, discreetly clearing her throat with a small cough to catch your attention.

You could stare at her all day if she let you. Her beauty puts all the paintings in the room to shame. “Yeah.. I can totally do that..” You answer, gulping way too noticeably as your eyes let go of the other woman’s gaze at last.

You lead her through the rooms, occasionally stopping to show her your favourite artworks. She never asks questions, just listens to whatever you have to say about each and tenderly smiles as you talk. Her hands never let go of yours.

She never even wanted to come on this trip. Knowing Nevermore would never actually get the grant she was here to possibly win for the school, made travelling out of state for a whole weekend feel absolutely unnecessary. Over the years she’s made a habit of visiting local museums or other establishments when she attended conferences so she wouldn’t spend all her time at the hotel, all alone. She only came to this particular museum because it was the closest to her hotel, which meant she didn’t have to pay for a taxi to actually get here and even though she didn’t have any expectations as to what she would see, when she saw you walk through the door to the first room what she was truly interested in seeing became clear right away. You were lost in your own world, wandering through all the room by yourself, humming and tilting your head to get a better view as you looked at certain pieces, shaking your head or rolling your eyes at other artworks. Watching you was truly enthralling. She found you fascinating and just wanted to listen to whatever you had to say.

“Is this your favourite exhibition?” Larissa asks, leaning to the wall when you arrive at the door that would lead you out of the exhibition hall.

You’re giddy in excitement that the woman is finally asking a question. You certainly had not had enough time to truly take in her whole person, and you were not ready to see her leave just yet. “No, but it’s a close second.” You smile, eager to tell her more but unsure if she wants to hear.

She soundly opens the door to the corridor, and leading you through, she shuts it with the same precise care. You blindly follow her, sitting down next to her on a bench in front of a great window. “Tell me about your favourite then. It must be extraordinary if it beats this one.” The woman suggests, hoping to keep you around for just a little longer, at least.

“It was showing almost 4 years ago when I was a freshman. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before..” You start, but you quickly become flustered as you feel Larissa’s eyes on you. Your cheeks blush. “I came to see it with a few friends after my first midterm, and I was terrified I had failed..” A hand settles on your thigh as you speak on. The further you get into your story about the exhibit, the more intimately Larissa’s hand moves over and later under your skirt. First she just caresses your leg with her fingers, but then she slowly moves her hand down to the hem of your skirt and without a second thought you quickly lift it to grant her access to your bare skin. “I think that was the first time art really moved me.” You explain, trying to keep your breathing steady as the woman gently runs her hand up and down your thigh. With every stroke, her hand gets closer to your hips, the tips of her fingers nearing your most sensitive area as you speak. “Just seeing the exact feelings I was... experiencing portrayed... it was... you know...” Your heart rate picks up as you try to finish your sentence, because Larissa’s digits are now playing with the band of your underwear, lacing themselves around the hips of the cotton panties you’re wearing and stroking the skin underneath.

The blonde has noticed the changes in your behaviour the moment she placed her hand on your thigh, but she took pleasure in watching you slowly come undone under her touch as you struggled to finish your story. She really did take interest in finding out about your favourite exhibition. However, seeing you squirming on that bench while she teased you proved to be much more entertaining, and she could pay attention to two things at once anyway. Having to become familiar with multitasking for her job as a principal seemed to be paying off.

“Yeah.. I guess I do.” You mumble. “You didn’t invite me in her to tell me that, did you?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at the woman.

“Why don’t you show me where the restrooms are?” Larissa coos as you fight to steady your breathing, slowly but surely withdrawing her hand from under your skirt. Still under her spell, all you can do is nod as you stand up and walk down the hallway with the woman following closely behind you the whole time. “After you.” She opens the door and gestures for you to enter before her. “I’ve been watching you since you arrived at the first exhibit room.” Her words come as no surprise. You saw her watching. She locks the door behind herself. The restroom is a single stall with a window covered with a privacy film for, well, privacy. “The way you moved through the rooms was mesmerising. You get lost in art, don’t you?” Larissa asks, leaning her back to the door.

“No, I did not.” She shakes her head and grins to herself. “I think you’re beautiful, y/n.” Her compliment makes you blush again.

The closer she gets, the more aware you become of the effect her touches outside in the hallway had on you. You can feel the damning evidence of your arousal pooling in your panties. “Thank you, darling.” She says with ease. One of her fingers runs smoothly over your crimson cheek as she stands as close to you as she possibly can without your bodies coming into contact anywhere else. “May I kiss you?”

She starts closing the gap between the two of you. “Thank you, Larissa. I could say the same about you.” Your words earn you a soft smile.

“Yes. Please.” She doesn’t need to hear anything else before her lips crash onto yours.

Her lips are unwilling to leave yours for so much as a second, so with her hands on your hips, she starts guiding you backwards until she can feel your back reaching the window. With a breath you take, the older woman’s tongue slips into your mouth while her hands move down to your thighs, grabbing onto your flesh to lift your ass onto the windowsill. Your lips only ever part for long enough for either of you to inhale or exhale but having felt how soft Larissa’s lips are you’d gladly live only breathing in her taste for as long as she’ll allow you. Desperate to keep her hold on you, you drop your hands onto hers before she could even think of letting go of your thighs.

When she notices you panting as your lungs fight for air, Larissa moves her lips from yours all the way down to your neck, kissing along your cheeks and jaw while she eagerly waits for your breathing to steady. “Did I take your breath away?” She asks teasingly as she rests her chin on your still rapidly rising and falling chest, her eyes seeking contact with yours. The best, most put-together answer you can give is a small nod of your head. Your thoughts are not coherent enough for you to try speaking up, you’d probably only make the other woman grin even wider with your muddled words and you’re not about to give her even more reasons to keep teasing you. She’s got you way too worked up by this point, you want.. no, need her slender fingers to do whatever she pleases to with you, so with her eyes still locked on yours, you firmly spread your legs. “You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t you?” You have a feeling she doesn’t want an answer. “On the other hand, you have been so generous, showing me around your very own piece of heaven in here. It’d only be fair if I repaid your kindness..” Larissa says, releasing your thighs from her tight grasp.

Her hand reaches under your skirt, caressing your inner thighs, alternating between the two sides the further up her hand moves. You’re not one to wear skirts very often, but you’re definitely thankful for your morning self for opting for a skirt today. “Would you mind moving forward a bit?” The woman whispers into your ear before pressing a gentle peck just underneath it on your neck. Her sweet voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel yourself trembling with every move you make as you try to obey her wish. “Such a good girl.” She murmurs, licking her lips as her finger starts drawing small circles around your clit over your panties. Her touch is unfamiliar, and it’s exciting and new.

“Larissa.. Please..” You whine unintentionally as the woman’s fingers hover over your cunt, the only barrier between your bodies being your damp underwear.

“What is it, doll?” She runs her digits up to your clit one last time with a wide grin before pulling your lingerie to the side with her other hand. “You’ll have to tell me what you want, a please or a Larissa is not going to get you anywhere..” She says her own name with such lust in her tone. You know she’s absolutely serious, she wants to hear you beg.

“I want your fingers.. Inside me.. Please..” You plead, leaning your head on the blonde woman’s shoulder. She’s barely touched you so far, but you’re already on edge. She has an affect on you nobody’s ever had before, you’re basically offering yourself up for her on a silver platter and she’s still making you wait, even as she sees you desperately bucking your hips forward to find something to keep your most sensitive spot stimulated. “I want you to fuck me, Larissa.” You breathe out.

The blonde woman runs a finger through your dripping folds, and with your head still on her shoulder, you have a front row seat to observe her every move. After she positioned two fingers at your entrance, your hips jerk forward in despair to take the digits. Your mind is way too fuzzy in need of Larissa’s fingers to realise she might not be too taken with your actions. “Have I made you wait too long, doll?” She inquiries with a faux caring tone as she withdraws her fingers from your cunt and thrusts them back right away.

A strong hand stops yours in its movement, pushing your arm above your head and pinning it, and your whole body with it, against the window. “We both know that’s not happening, darling.” Larissa scolds you with a beam of satisfaction. “Not yet anyway. Why don’t you clean these for me instead?” You diligently take the fingers she brought to your mouth, licking and sucking on them delicately. The things you're willing to do just because she told you to.. After removing her digits, she runs a finger across your lower lip and then cups your cheeks in her hands.

You cry out at the sensation of her slender digits moving in and out of you and can’t help the moans leaving your lips with each thrust. “Fuck.. Larissa..” Seeing how your own body moves with every movement of her fingers makes the experience even more divine. The sight of her fingers coated with your juices, alongside the waves of heat that spread through your body as Larissa fingers you causes even more profanities to leave your mouth while you struggle to catch your breath. You can just about feel yourself nearing your edge, your teeth biting the inside of your mouth when the other woman suddenly removes her fingers. A needy groan escapes you in response and without hesitation you reach your own hand down to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally.

“I want..” You mumble needily before Larissa sneaks a small kiss onto your lips.

She nods as she stares into your eyes. “I know you want to watch, y/n. I know. But I think it’s only fair if now I get to watch you too. Don’t you think?” She asks, tilting her head to the side while her soft thumbs caress the sides of your face. “I’ll turn all my attention to your needy little cunt now, don’t you worry.” She adds with a mischievous grin as her fingers find their way back where you need them the most.

Your whole body rocks back and forth as Larissa’s skilled fingers keep pounding into you relentlessly. In that moment, nothing else exists. All you know is the woman who’s two fingers deep in you as you hum with every thrust, your walls clenching around those divine fingers. Larissa picks up her pace when she sees your eyes shut, causing you to reach your arms out to find something to hold onto. With your fingers digging into the clothing on her back as she keeps fucking you, you whimper the words the blonde has been eager to hear fall from your lips. “Can you.. Please.. Add another.. Another finger.. Please..” You need more of her. You will gladly take as much of her as she is willing to give you, even if it means you’ll barely be able to walk for days.

She smiles to herself before double-checking with you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.. Please, Larissa, I need it.” You cry out in frustration, a single tear rolling down your face as you desperately wait for the older woman to comply with your wishes.

She leans in to kiss the tear away. “Only if you show me how you like to touch yourself.” Her answer comes as a whisper, and the next thing you know she slips another finger into your cunt, stretching it out for herself and herself only.

“Can you hold it just a little longer for me? I’d be so proud of you.” It is the blonde woman’s words that send you over the edge. Fireworks explode all over your body, from your fingertips to you stomach and your back arches, pushing Larissa’s finger deeper into your cunt as you cum. You don’t stop riding her fingers, even as you can feel them relax inside you. You didn't comply with her wish, and you're more than willing to keep going despite your burning need for a break if it will satisfy her.

A little reluctantly, you too act in accordance with Larissa’s rules, and you bring your hand from the woman’s back to your own privates. Her movements now start off slower than before, her three slender fingers move all the way in, and out a few times before she finally settles into a comfortable pace while she watches your fingers rub at your clit. Soon, your muscles start tensing up, and another heat wave strikes you, causing your breathing to become more and more erratic. With each thrust of Larissa’s fingers and the constant stimulation of your sweet spot, you get closer to your release than you ever have under Larissa’s touch. “I’m so.. I’m close..” You whimper, your whole body squirming and trembling as Larissa’s fingers curl in side you, finding the exact spot that would definitely make you lose your balance if you were standing up.

You couldn't be more thankful for the tall woman’s thoughtfulness when you feel her tenderly wrap her arms around your body. You collapse into her touch, your head falling back onto her shoulder in exhaustion. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t take it anymore.” You whisper into Larissa’s neck weakly between to deep breaths.

“It’s okay, little one.” She hums back, letting you take your time coming down from your high while her free hand strokes softly at your back. “You did so good.” She removes her digits from you at last, and once she’s made sure you’ve gained back enough strength to sit on the windowsill on your own, she eagerly sucks your nectar from each of them. “You taste heavenly. Let me clean you up, doll.” Still too overwhelmed to speak any more words, you bob your head.

Larissa drops to her knees in front of you and pushes your legs apart before her tongue makes its way through your folds, collecting your juices. The way it laps at your swollen clit makes you wince, the sensitivity of the spot causes your legs to unexpectedly close around the woman’s head. “I’m sorry.” You say again in a hushed tone as Larissa stands up, but the warm smile she has on her lips as she gazes into your eyes reassures you that there’s absolutely nothing to worry about.

She helps you off the window ledge and then reaches into the bag she carefully placed on the counter, by the sink when she entered. You watch her scribble something down on a piece of paper, which she hands over to you before slipping her pen back into her bag. “That’s my hotel and my room number. I’m in town until Monday morning.”

Without another word, Larissa turns to open the door and walks out as swiftly as she walked in. You follow suit, stopping just outside the door to watch the tall, blonde woman walk away. The swaying of her hips is the most elegant movement you’ve ever seen anyone make. She moves down the hallway with humanly unthinkable confidence, which does leave you wondering if she is even human. Or perhaps a celestial being.

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