based on this request.
(i know everybody voted for the long fic but i shortened it sorry!)
âŠsummary: reader is jealous that mel's been (platonically) getting close with langdon
âŠwarnings: use of vibrator (mel recieving), fingering, eating box, kinda mean dom!reader, sub!mel, reader uses pet names for mel (pretty, honey)
âŠa/n: this has !nothing to do with langdonmel!, i very respectfully don't ship that so don't come in my comments talking about it ty.
âo-kay, itâs a lotâ melâs fingers thread through and grab at your hair but neither pull you closer nor away, just grounding herself with the grasp. you pause your ministrations, your mouth thatâs covered in both your own saliva and her slick comes off of her just an inch âneed me to stop?âÂ
youâre sat on your kneeâs on the floor, mel sat on the bed infront of you with her legs dangling off the edge of the bed, held open by your free hand. mel has already came once on your fingers no less than thirty seconds ago and hasnât had a chance to breathe since.
mel's starting to think the way that cartoon characters see stars around their heads is based on real events that sheâs currently experiencing. she feels overwhelmed. her clit - still pulsing from her having already came on your fingers once - is trapped beneath your thumb making her body sensitive, but she canât act like she doesnât want more of it. âwell no..â mel barely gets the words out before your tongue is pushing back inside of her, fingers rubbing back and forth against her clit now with painful friction.
âf-shitâ mel tugs you away for a second and then closer, forcing you to fuck your tongue deeper inside of her despite the fact that her thighs take on a tremble and her palm is smacking down onto the duvet with a groan at how every nerve is being set on fire each time you rub the pads of your fingers against her clit.
you pull your mouth completely from her just to grumble about langdon again âgiggling at his fucking jokes like i wasnât a few feet awayâ you mumble, two fingers sliding down off melâs clit to push inside of her. they slide right in, she's still dripping and overwhelmed from her last orgasm. sitting up on your kneeâs, your hand comes to cup melâs face, pulling her down to your lips before she gets to respond. you follow by pushing her back to lay down. when you curl your fingers repeatedly within her walls she clenches down hard, body arching off the bed.
youâre of course referring to earlier that day, watching as mel excitedly told langdon about a patient of hers leaving happy and healthy. awesome. but why would she tell him first? why not you?
you lay your palm flat on her stomach to hold her down âshow me your mine pretty, come for meâ your thumb rubs down on her clit without any regard for how sensitive she already is. melâs hips pull back from you, the sweet sound of her moaning filling your ears but you only press harder on her stomach to keep her in place, not letting up on the pressure to her clit.
thatâs enough to drag the next orgasm out of her. melâs gushing on your fingers as her hips fight to lift against the hold you have pressing down on her stomach. just like last time you let her squirm, clench, grab at the sheets to ground herself until the noises coming from her start to sound strained and her legs try to close on you again.
you pull your fingers out of her slowly. the hand on her stomach rubs up under her shirt. you sooth her with soft touches along her torso, giving her a second to think your done - to let her relax. you push up off your knee's feeling sore from sitting there a little too long then you sit next to where mel's laid back on the bed. âopenâ you tell mel, leaving no room for argument.
mel is breathless and fucked out, just your gaze on her feels like itâs too much right now. but her lips part hesitantly, met with your fingers covered in her slick pushing into her mouth. her pale hand wraps around your wrist, her eyes going anywhere but you as her pink pretty lips suck off your fingers. you donât mind the way she avoids your gaze, itâs cute when sheâs shy.Â
you let her suck off your fingers for a few seconds longer before slipping them from her mouth with a pop. melâs eyes follow now as you stand up and unbutton your pants, sliding them down to your ankles then kicking them away. mel eyes all the way up your legs to your panties, youâre soaked just from getting her off.Â
mel props herself up on her elbows, shuffling up the bed so her legs donât dangle off the end anymore. her mouth is dry but she swallows and manages to talk âi can help youâ her offer makes you smile but you shake your head.Â
âno. this is still about you and your little friend.â your top follow your pants then you re-approach the bed to crawl up next to mel and straddle her hips âneed to make you think twice before looking all sunshine and rainbows with him next timeâ your hands run up and down mel's body, your cold hands on the warm skin beneath her shirt leaving goosebumps everywhere they touch until eventually settling on her hips, rubbing circles too close to her already oversensitive pussy.Â
mel just has a tendency to be enthusiastic and friendly. she loves to talk when given the chance, thatâs all that was with langdon and you know it too but you donât feel it. all you feel is jealousy that sheâd go to her co-worker first with her good news even though you were also present in the workplace.Â
mel's hands settle on yours to still them, worried she might implode if you stimulate her anymore than you already have âare you gonna drop that, ever?â she murmurs with a hint of annoyance, brows furrowing at how caught up you are about her and langdon getting along.
ânot if youâre gonna have an attitude about it. just proving my pointâ itâs almost funny until the image comes back to you of her jumping on every opportunity to work with langdon today and all your need to wear her out and make her body yours comes creeping back. apparently, starting with your cunt because you canât help but gently rock your barely clothed core down into her groin. despite mel being horribly overstimulated, still feeling dazed from the past two orgasms, her hips meet the soft rock of yours. â...what point is that?âÂ
âthat if you wanna be up langdonâs ass all day..â you grab at melâs hips first to stop her from moving up against you, then to flip her onto her stomach âthen go ahead and do that but-â thereâs a bit of a snappy edge to your voice, the fact that heâs being brought up right now even if itâs on your own accord is pissing you off. once mel is on her stomach you lay your body over the back of herâs âbut telling him shit first? over coming to me?â your body presses against the back of herâs, pressing her into the bed. you sweep her hair from her face and neck, admiring her flushed cheeks as her parted lips still suck in air like itâll escape her. you finish off with âthatâs just some bullshit and you know itâ
mel relaxes when you tenderly brush hair from her neck but her face contorts in an almost amused expression âthatâs what this is about?â melâs vision blurs when you take off her glasses, setting them aside so they donât get broken in the process of her face being half pressed down into the pillows.Â
âmhmâ both your kneeâs find the inside of her legs and shuffle them apart. you lean over to the bedside table, knocking over a thing or two as you rummage through the drawer for something.Â
âyouâre gonna make up for itâ your hand slides between the two of your bodies. mel is just about to ask what you just got from the drawer but all that comes out is a squeak when your guysâ bullet vibrator slides through her folds with only a split second warning that consisted of a soft buzzing she didnât even get to process.Â
âthis okay?â your voice is gentler than before, kissing against the shoulder of her shirt, waiting for a broken âuh-huhâ from mel to bring the vibrator up just next to her clit, not quite touching her swollen nerves directly.Â
'okay' isn't particularly the term she'd use for the state of her body right now because even that soft buzz has her squirming beneath you, only as much as your body pressed down against her will allow. you try to work up to it, circling all around her clit, through her folds to get her used to the feeling before finally pressing it directly onto her.Â
melâs hips push away for relief from the instant overstimulation the vibrator provides - but between your body and the bed, it doesnât make much of a difference that she tries to squirm away. it feels so good but sheâs so sensitive when you use toys anyways, let alone after cumming around your fingers twice prior to it.
âgonna talk to me next time instead of him?â your question falls on deaf ears. melâs face is buried in the pillow now, muffling every moan that comes out of her, as well as hiding the scrunch of her face as she fights between overstimulation and pleasure.Â
mel isnât ready when you sit up on your kneeâs and drag her up with you, pressing her back against your chest, hand reached around the front of her now to borderline assault her clit with that stupid pink toy.Â
when she doesnât respond you rub the tip of the vibrator back and forth, just an added layer to the buzzing already present. mel chews down on her lip, grabbing at your free hand desperately to ground herself. her body completely leans back against you, threatening to give out without support.
âanswer me prettyâ your voice is gentle and barely a whisper next to her ear. she honestly doesnât even remember what you wanted her to answer at this point. all she does is groan in annoyance that youâre trying to make her talk right now.Â
you drop her hand to instead grab her jaw, pulling her face to the side so sheâll look at you. simultaneously pulling the vibrator just a centimeter away from her clit. she barely relaxes from the release of the vibration before your pressing it right back against her. mel doesnât look at you until that, then with her hand scrambling up to grab your arm with a sob leaving her lips, she says something incoherent, face trying to pull from your grasp.
you hold her jaw just tight enough to keep her there and see tears starting to form in her eyes. âcanât hear you honeyâ your voice might be gentle but the threat of you being mean enough to pull that godforsaken thing off of her is enough for her to manage some kind of response.Â
âsaid, of course i-â a tear pulls from the corner of her eye, slipping down her cheek just from the effort of trying to communicate and think in the midst of feeling like youâve genuinely set her pussy on fire. mel might seem sweet and sensitive - she is, but she also loves this, loves that you push her even when sheâs already a mess and make her take more.
âof course iâll tell you f-irst next timeâ mel usually sounds gentle and shy as is but right now this is so beyond that. her voice shakes, breaks with mewls at what youâre doing to her. melâs hips pull back again but youâre faster, the little pink tip of the vibrator never leaving her.Â
you kiss away one of the tears decorating her cheeks, lips taking the salty liquid while muttering âgood girlâ against her flushed skin. âone more, just for meâ your words are followed by kissing away another one of your girlfriends tears.Â
mel canât respond with anything but a nod and a broken sob leaves her that you swallow up by pressing your lips against hers for a messy kiss, then she puts her entire weight against the front of your body, needing the support when her body manages another high. sheâs dripping all down her thighs. if it werenât for your panties you probably would be too. she taken all she can, grasping at your arm, her body convulsing before sheâs pushing your hand and that evil vibrator away from her body.Â
tears are still falling as you set the toy aside, hands rubbing over her shoulders, then her sides, telling her how good she did and to just relax. she only responds with a nod when you ask if sheâs okay.Â
âif it was too much you can tell meâ you assure her but when she smiles, using the back of her hand to wipe away tears and shake her head you know sheâs fine. even knowing she enjoyed it you almost feel guilty seeing her crying from being so overstimulated.
you spend the next five minutes cleaning her up with a warm cloth and getting her water before climbing into bed to wrap your arms around her. mel interlocks her fingers with yours âare you really mad?â she asks with just a drop of concern. she doesn't think so but regardless mel wants the reassurance. you scoff, shaking your head no âjealous maybe. couldnât pay me to be mad at you.âÂ
