Just a little intro to each of my Pitt ocs while I try to work on some fics for them...
Theodora 'Theo' Parish | B. November 23rd 1988 at Saint Anthony Hospital, Chicago, Illinois to an unnamed mother | Adopted by Nicole and Ethan Parish | Fostered by Lydia and Jude Hudson | 5â7 | Dark brown eyes | Type 3c/4a black hair
steady hands ⢠mint ⢠falling asleep in a crowded room ⢠hates silence ⢠running through the rain
Alana Adama | B. May 20th 1993 at Huntington Hospital, Pasadena, California to Noor and Charan Adama | Sister of Priya and Serena Adama | 5'5 | Dark brown eyes | Type 2b black hair
sarcasm ⢠horror movies ⢠an extra blanket ⢠death stares ⢠wearing pastels ⢠killer eyeliner
Gianna De Angelis | B. February 2nd 1995 at AHN West Penn Hospital, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, to Simone and Marco De Angelis | Sister of Leo, Sofia and Joey De Angelis | 5'10 | Brown eyes | Type 2a black hair
orange juice ⢠hoodie collection ⢠scattered tattoos ⢠gives the best hugs ⢠windows down and music loud
Summer Zajac | B. October 4th 1996 at Henry Ford St. John Hospital, Detroit, Boston, to Lian and Jakub Zajac | 5'3 | Light brown eyes | Type 1c dark brown hair
Charlie Fischer | B. April 12th 2003 at NewYork-Presbyterian Queens Hospital, Queens, New York to Felicity and Aaron Fischer | 5'8 | Grey eyes | Type 2c blonde hair
odd socks ⢠all day breakfast ⢠mischief in her smile ⢠headphones on ⢠feed those you love
Thalia GuzmĂĄn | B. September 11th 1987 at The Hospital of Providence Memorial Campus, El Paso, Texas, to Valeria and Raphael GuzmĂĄn | Sister of Enzo GuzmĂĄn | 5'8 | Brown eyes | Type 2a dark brown hair
Yerin Han | B. June 27th 1998 at UW Medical Centre - Montlake, Seattle, Washington, to Nari and Eunho Han | Sister of Jaewon Han | 5'4 | Dark brown eyes | Type 1a black hair
first snowfall ⢠three books open at once ⢠iced coffee ⢠ambidextrous ⢠cold hands, warm heart
Rosalie Mulligan | B. August 22nd 1990 at Pennsylvania Hospital, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to Clare and Stephen Mulligan | Sister to Daniel, Adam and Benjamin Mulligan | 5'5 | Brown eyes | Type 3b red hair
secret keeper ⢠mismatched earrings ⢠sentimental ⢠poker face ⢠a constellation of freckles
Nazeera Khatib | B. December 16th 1991 at HMH Hackensack University Medical Centre, East Rutherford, New Jersey to Faiza and Abdul Khatib | Sister of Zoya Khatib | 5'6 | Green eyes with a brown starburst round the pupil | Type 2c brown hair
golden ⢠loves dogs ⢠paint stains ⢠laces double knotted ⢠long skirts and combat boots
the pitt oc taglist: @itwasrealtome @margaretsbrunch
gentle reminder that youâre still a writer even if you havenât written in days. or weeks. or months. or if you take a long break and donât write in years.
Adventures in Teaching: If you Like P.E. Coladas !!!NSFW!!!
Melissa Schemmenti x fem!reader
Word count: 4,942
Content Warning(s): MDNI; SMUT, oral (both receiving), strap-on use (R receiving), a bit of edging/orgasm denial, slight overstim, hand holding, lots of praise and use of 'good girl', slight crying kink, soft dom Mel, bratty reader, insecure reader, soft Mel, Barb is sick of these two fr, alcohol consumption and intoxication, one use of Y/N, my BPD has started to noticeably infiltrate the narrative rip
Summary: You start off PECSA weekend with an iced latte and a hangover. After a few too many "P. E. Coladas" and a "Matharita" chugging competition, you leave with a bottle of Gatorade, another hangover...and a slight limp.
A/N: I'm baaaaack!! The past month has been the most confusing and stressful time of my life and I'm so glad it's over. Anyway, the preview I gave ya'll of this oneshot pointed to a more dominant Mel, however I ended up going in a completely different direction, and I hope you still like it!
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Taglist: @deathbylesbianwitches @xxphilocalistxx
Saturday morning hits you like a semi truck.Â
A dark, bulky pair of sunglasses sits on the bridge of your nose as you sip an iced latte. Youâre quiet as you walk beside Melissa and Barbara, signing in, grabbing a tote bag, flitting from vendor to vendor. The fluorescent lights above you send a jolt of pain through your head and you wince.
âPECSA Weekend, Jacob! Oh, my God!âÂ
Janine and Jacob are squealing as they jump around, eyes wide and childlike. They stop in front of the three of you and you lift your pointer finger to your lip, shushing them quietly.
âAre you hungover?â Janine asks.
âWe checked in early last night,â you mumble. âPECSA Pregame.â
âI wish I had a Time-Turner, âcause like Aerosmith I donât wanna miss a thing!â Janine beams, flipping through her binder. âAlthough, I might have to miss this big party.â
âOh, youâre not missing PECSA-geddon!â Melissa snaps. âWhoâs supposed to watch our purses?â
Barbara nods. âThe party is the one thang you donât wanna miss.â
âBarb, cover us,â Melissa mumbles, pulling your attention to a table behind you where snacks and bottles of water sit.
âBut I have to find time to see the Living Classroomâthe one the Philadelphia Flower Show made.â Janine scrunches her eyebrows as the two of you begin shoveling water and snacks into your tote bags while Barbara guards you. âAnyway, so, itâs this classroom, and itâs all made out of flowers aââ
âJanine,â Barbara sighs, eyes darting around the room, âwe are only here to show face so that people remember they saw us. Then we kick it into spa modeâ
âAnd my spa mode is happening Ă la mode,â Melissa grins, and pops up from behind Barbara, ââcause Iâm gonna eat ice cream in the hot tub.â
âA lot of things happen in that hot tub,â you mumble, sipping on your latte as Melissa nods solemnly.Â
Before the three of you leave the room, you stop at the doors. Your head throbs as Melissa calls out to the crowd, grabbing a manâs lanyard and briefly reading it.
âI, Melissa Schemmenti of Abbot Elementary, am enjoying connecting with my peers!â she shouts. âIncluding this guyâDerrick, from some other school in Philadelphia!â
Barbara smiles brightly beside you. âAnd I, Barbara Howard, have already mentored seven young teachers! Huzzah!â
You grab her hand with your free one and raise your arms in the air. âAnd I, Y/N L/N, have had the honor and privilege of being mentored by Barbara Howard.â You drop your arms and unlink your hands, face dropping. âAlright, letâs go,â you mutter. âI need a nap.â
After a Benadryl and two over-the-counter migraine pills, youâre waking up from your nap in the evening with drool on your pillow and your hangover mostly gone. The room is quiet after Melissa went down to the pool with Barbara earlier, leaving you with a kiss on your head as you mumbled incoherent words into your pillow.
You quickly slip a bathing suit on with a cover-up over top of it and make your way down to the lobbyâwith a quick trip to the bar for what was listed as a âP. E. Coladaâ.
When you walk through the door of the indoor pool, you see Melissaâs face immediately light up.
âMorninâ Sleeping Beauty,â she grins. âHow was your nap?â
You kiss the top of her head before taking a seat in a lounge chair. âWell, I woke up with drool on my pillow, so I guess it was good.â
âThose are the best kind of naps,â Barbara smiles, and the three of you clink your glasses together. âTo PECSA Weekend!â
At six, Barbara leaves the two of you to check and see if the mini bar in her room has been restocked.
With your second PiĂąa Colada in hand, you slowly descend the steps into the pool, knowing full well that Melissa is watching you every step of the way.
âCareful, hon,â she says. âThereâs no lifeguard on dutyâŚWouldnât wanna have to resuscitate you if something happened.â
You grin, facing her and resting your arms on the edge of the pool. âOh, I dunnoâŚI wouldnât mind some mouth-to-mouth from you.â
She snickers. âI know you wouldnât.â
âSo, are you going to join me?â you ask.Â
Melissa sets her drink down on the table beside her. âWell, when you look at me like that, how can I say no?â
Biting the inside of your lip, you watch as she removes her cover-up, going so slowly that it might as well be a strip tease.Â
Your arms immediately wrap around her neck when sheâs in the water, pulling her in close and kissing her hard. âThank God weâre the only ones here.â
âJesus, what do they put in those PiĂąa Coladas?â she murmurs before you pull her back in.
âSweet Jesus!â
You pull apart quickly at the sound of Barbara announcing her presence.
âIâve been gone for ten minutes!â she says.
âWhat are you doinâ back here, Barb?â Melissa huffs.Â
âI forgot my room key,â she answers pointedly, swiping it off the table. âAnd Iâd suggest you get yourselves together, âcause I just saw a couple Addington teachers with their bathing suits on their way overâand the last thing we need at Abbot is a scandal.â
The two of you laugh all the way back to your room. You wipe a tear away and giggle as Melissa unlocks the door. âDid you see her face? Poor BarbaraâŚâ
Youâre fresh out of the shower with your dress on and a face full of makeup. You crouch down and raid the mini bar while waiting for Melissa to finish in the bathroom.Â
You unscrew the cap on a mini bottle of rosĂŠ and down half of it in one go.
âYou started without me?â Melissa comes out of the bathroom with her hair in curlers and dressed in nothing but a towel.
âThereâs plenty to go around, honey,â you say, watching in delight as she bends over to dig through her small suitcase.
By the time sheâs ready, itâs nearing eight and youâre meeting Barbara in the lobby.Â
âWell, donât you two look lovely,â she smiles, and her finger swipes at her chin as she lowers her voice. âBoth of your lipsticks are smudged, by the way.â
After you and Melissa fixed your lipsticks (and almost ruined them yet again), you find Barbara at the bar with her first âMatharitaâ of the night. She hands the two of you your drinks and you make your way into PECSA-geddon, where it seems like every table is taken.
By the time youâre finished with the first lap around the room, youâre getting your second round of drinks from the bar. Melissa stands beside you, hand around your waist and elbow resting on the bar countertop. She wears a lopsided grin, eyes darting down at your lips every now and then as you go on a tangent about the ending of the latest book youâve read.
âOh, my GodâMelissa?â The bartenderâno more than 27 or 28âstands across from you, martini shaker in hand and his eyes wide.Â
You stop talking as she stands up straight as a board, mouth open as she tries to speak. âIâUmâHeyâŚâ
The bartender relaxes, but you donât. âWhoâs this?â you ask.
Melissa swishes her lips side to side as she comes up with an answer. âUmââ
âOh, we hooked up a couple years ago during PECSA weekend,â he shrugs.Â
âOh?â you say, turning toward her as you pick up your cosmo and take a sip. Your lips are tight and your eyebrows raise as you study her.Â
The bartender glances down as immediately sees her hand on your waist. âOh, shit! Iâm sorry, bro! I didnât know you two wereâI never wouldâve brought it upâ!â
âItâs alright, honey,â you say, not looking at him and keeping your lips curled and eyes trained on Melissa as she tries to not look at you.Â
Through thick tension, another bartender hands Melissa her drink and she downs it immediately, handing the glass back. âCan I have another?â
The tension has simmered down and Melissaâs hand is on your lower back as she escorts you back over to where Barbara waits for you both. Sheâs quiet, sipping on her drink, but youâre almost smug as you walk beside her.
âWhatâs got you lookinâ like that?â Barbara asks.
âOh, Melissa had a run in with a previous PECSA hook upâthe bartender,â you say.
Barbaraâs eyes widen and Melissa huffs. âCan we just find a table?â
You canât control how much you gravitate towards her nowâand itâs more than usual. Yes, one of your love languages is physical touchâhers is tooâbut after that run-in with her little bartender, you canât hold yourself back.
And now youâre at a table, seat pulled close to hers as she has a proper conversation with her sister for the first time in almost ten years. Youâre on your third Cosmo now, and youâve lost count how many drinks youâve had at this point. With Melissaâs hand on your thigh, you laugh with Dawn Nichols, trying so hard with Barbara to get the in with her.
Youâre just about to throw your head back at one of Dawnâs jokes when a young woman, maybe a few years older than you, approaches the table.
And Melissaâs cheeks grow pink.
âMel, is that really you?â she asks, eyes bright and a drink in her hand. âOh, my gosh! I havenât seen you in forever! How are you?â
ââMelâ?â you repeat.
And as soon as the womanâs hand rests on Melissaâs shoulder, you feel like you see green.
âWhoâs this?â you askâagainâand your voice is tight.
âOh, sorry!â the woman chuckles, clearly intoxicated by the way her words slur. âIâm Nina!â
âHow do you know Melissa?â you ask. âSince she doesnât want to join in on the conversationâŚâ
âWe had a brief fling,â Nina says simply. âWhat was it? PECSA 2020? Then Covid happened and we basically spent lockdown together.â
You laugh with herâa performance that should earn you an Oscarâbut your fingers dig into Melissaâs thigh as you take a long drink from your glass. âSo how long were you two together?â you ask with a voice sweet as sugar, and Melissa gives you a warning look.
âNot too long,â she shrugs. âMaybe until August. Oh, Mel, guess who I ran into?â
âWho?â she asks, becoming noticeably disinterested.
âXander!â
âXander?â you chirp. âWhoâs that, honey?â
âNo one,â she says quickly.
Nina giggles. âOh, donât be ridiculous! Heâs the conciergeâI think. I dunno,â she slurs, âbut heâs cute. Heâs the guy from PECSA 2019, right?â
âWow!â you beam. âPECSA 2019?â
âYeah,â Nina says. âAnyway, Iâll let you guys be! It was great seeing you again, Mel!â
You bring your glass to your lips, âYou sure do get around at PECSA, huh?âÂ
Melissa can see your demeanor slowly change throughout the night. You have to admit, you do feel silly feeling this jealous over past flings and one-night stands, but it still eats away at you.
As the night progresses, Melissa is challenged to a âMatharitaâ chugging competition. You sit there in the dress you wore for her, fingers fidgeting with your necklace as you bite your lip and cross your legs.Â
And you canât take your eyes off of her as she downs every drink. Â
After the final one, she tosses you a wink and is crowned the victor. A feeling of warmth spreads through you andâ
It turns into a fire of jealousy and uncomfortable anger as a guyâmaybe in his 40âsâgets a little too close to Melissa. So, you down the rest of your drink and leave the room, going straight to the bar in the lobby.Â
On your way, you make eye contact with the concierge at the front who wears a bright, shining nametag that says XANDER. And once again, he canât be more than 35-years-old. You donât say anything, quickly walking past with a clenched jaw and tightly crossed arms.Â
âCosmo or PiĂąa Colada?â the bartender asks, grinning as she dries a glass.
âNeither,â you huff, and take out your wallet, digging out cash and setting down a fifty and a ten. âHowever many tequila shots this can buyâI want that many. And keep the ten, thatâs yours.â
âPECSA weekend rough?â she asks, taking the money off the counter and pocketing it before taking four shot glasses and lining them up.
You sigh and take a seat. âI donât know,â you grumble. âJustâŚstupid jealousy. Iâve felt it before, but not this bad.â You take one of the shots the bartender hands you and down it in one go, grimacing. âI hate this feeling. I shouldnât even be this jealousâshe wasnât obligated to wait for me. And I knew she had previous partners. I meanâhave you seen her?â
The bartender leans against the counter, smiling softly with an amused look. âNopeâOh, is that her?â
When you turn your head, you sigh. âYes.â
âWowâŚyeah, I wouldnât turn her down,â the bartender says, and you shoot her a look before she snickers and walks off to another customer.
As Melissa takes a seat beside you with her drink, you down another shot of tequila. âHi,â you murmur.
âHavenât seen you like this since the Capitals lost the playoffs last year,â she quips.
âHaha, very funny,â you say, but you feel yourself holding back a smileâvery poorly as your numerous drinks catch up to you. âIt was a home game too,â you mumble. âEmbarrassingâŚâ
Thereâs a long stretch of silence between the two of you.
âYâknow, I havenât thought about any of those people in years,â Melissa says quietly. âI donât even remember that bartenderâs name from earlier. And I only remember Nina because we had Covid together.â
You exhale and shake your head, unable to hide your amusement.
âI love you,â she says quietly. âYou know that, right?â
You sigh, looking at her tiredly. âI doâŚI love you too.â You look down at your hands where they fold and pick at a straw wrapper. âI donât know why I get so jealous. Justâwhen she called you âMelâ something snapped in me, made it personal. But I guess Iâve never been as close with any other girlfriend as I am with you. Most of them would leave when they realized they didnât, in fact, want someone like me, and that abandonment issues arenât as hot as theyâre made out to be. Too much to handleâŚâÂ
You let out a giggle, âI had one girl tell me that she thought she could âfix meââlike Iâm some hot villain with a tragic backstory.â
âI donât wanna fix you,â Melissa says, taking a sip of her drink. âIâve known you sinceâwhat? 2016? 2017? Somewhere around then. I knew what I was getting myself into. And you are hot, by the wayâdonât think I havenât seen that dress youâre wearinâ.â She takes another drink from her glass and sets it down, sighing. âYou donât need fixinâ, hon, âcause youâre not broken. I love you the way you areâmy hot, hypersexual, jealous girlfriend. And I donât mind reassurinâ you that when needed.â
You smile softly, resting your head in your hand. âSo, why didnât you tell me about your PECSA exploits?â
âI dunno,â Melissa shrugs. âI guess I was just tryinâ to forget them, yâknow? Iâm not ashamed, but I was goinâ through stuff, filled the void with sexâI mean, thereâs only so much you can do with a vibrator,â she mumbles.
You giggle and feel your shoulders relax. âHow many people in this hotel have you slept with?â you ask carefully.
âSweetie, when I answer this,â she says, âI want you to keep in mind that Iâve been goinâ to PECSA for almost thirty years.â
âJust tell me,â you say.
âOff the top of my head, at least two bartenders, a few front-desk people, I dunno how many teachers,â she rambles on. âMostly hotel staff, thoughâless likely to run into them, especially at district budget meetings.â
You giggle. âJesus, Mel, did you get our room for free from your Hilton points or from various favors the staff owes you?â
You both laugh and you can feel the tension in your body dissipating as you rest your head on her shoulder. She places a kiss on your head and sighs. âI promise, not a single person Iâve been with can compare to you. Youâve got more personality than all of them combined.â
You let out a heavy sigh as you sit up. âYouâre right. I donât know why I felt so threatened by Gary, thoughâbecause you clearly have a type.â
And with a grin, you stand up and down another shot of tequila. You set the glass down and you lean into her ear, voice low and fingers brushing her thigh. âIf youâre not upstairs in ten minutes, Iâm starting without you.â
âLike hell you are,â she mutters as you walk away, and she downs the last shot of tequila and sets the empty glass on the counter.Â
Melissa catches up in the hallway quickly, hand grabbing yours and spinning you to face her. Your lips crash together with a mixture of laughter, teeth, and tongue as youâre pushed against the wall.
Your hand runs over the smooth paint and lands on a door handle. When you push down you trip backwards into a dimly lit room, smelling strongly of flowers, and Melissa catches you by the waist.
âOh, my God!â You giggle as she begins kissing down your neck, and when you turn your head, you gasp.Â
Janine and Gregory stand in the Living Classroom, awkwardly looking at the two of you.
âOh, shit,â Melissa mutters. âOops!â
As she giggles and pulls you away, you apologize to them quickly and shut the door. The next thing you know, she has you pinned against the wall of the elevator, lipsticks beyond ruined as her hands grab at every inch of you.
When the elevator dings, your hearts are racing as you watch someone with a very red face quickly exit before you.Â
âWhen the fuck did she get on?â Melissa huffs.
You let out an airy laugh and drag her down a few doors. With her lips on yours, you manage to unlock the door. It slams loudly when Melissa kicks it shut, before she pins you against the counter of the mini bar.
Her lips trail down your neck and her hands quickly pull down the zipper of your dress. Your chest heaves as your fingers curl around the edge of the counter, quiet moans slipping out from you as her teeth nip at your neck.Â
Your dress pools at your ankles and Melissaâs hand runs up your neck, stopping to grip your jaw softly as she forces you to look her in the eyes.
âI hope you know how much I love you,â she murmurs, kissing you softly.Â
You slowly drop to your knees, eyes up and trained on her face as you lift the skirt of her dress. You kiss up her thighs and take in her scent as your fingers hook around the waistband of her underwear and pull them down.
Melissaâs fingers thread through your hair, tugging gently as hums. âGood girlâŚI didnât even have to tell you.â
Your tongue swipes through her folds and you canât help the moan that escapes you. You watch her lean forward, one hand on your head and the other clutching the edge of the countertop as her eyes close.
As your mouth works, you feel your knees beginning to ache. A whimper escapes you and her fingers tug on your hair tightly.Â
âKeep goinâ,â Melissa breathes, and a quiet gasp follows shortly after. âRight thereâdonât stop! Fuck!â
Her legs tremble as you lick her through her climax, only pulling away when she forces you to. She tugs you up by your hair and as her lips crash into yours, you feel the edge of the counter dig into your lower back.
âGoodâfuckingâgirl,â she says in between kisses.
Melissa turns you around and you manage to trip over your dress before she pushes you onto the bed. You land on your front, crawling on your hands and knees until youâre in the center of the bed.Â
She begins to remove her dress and you turn your head to look at her, biting the inside of your lip in anticipation. But she stops abruptly with a raised eyebrow. âNo peeking,â she drawls. âTurn that cute face back around, hon.â
You huff, but obeyâeven when you hear the sound of her suitcase unzipping. The feeling of her cold hands on your hips makes you shiver, and you can hear a low chuckle behind you. Her lips skim over your spine before she sits up, bringing your hips into a raised position.
A quiet gasp escapes your lips when Melissaâs nails scratch down your thighs, gripping them tightly. âSpread your legs, baby,â she says, and when you do, she lets out a low chuckle. âGood girlâŚâ
Your eyes are trained on the headboard in front of you, until you feel the soft caress of her tongue through your folds. Your head drops onto the pillow and you take in a sharp breath, curses slipping from your mouth as she hums into you.
Melissaâs tongue continues slowly, never giving you more than you want. When your legs begin to tremble, you can hearâand feelâher chuckle into you. She sits up, kissing over your back as she reaches down and slips a finger inside. âLook at that,â she gasps quietly. âYouâre so wet for me alreadyâŚâ As she curls her finger, she leans down into your ear, pressing a kiss just below it. âGood girlâŚNow, turn over for me.â
Melissa slips out her finger and you watch as she positions herself between your legs and licks her finger clean. She leans down, kissing up your chest and neck until she reaches your lips. When she pulls away, her hand holds your face, fingers digging into your cheeks. âYou are absolutely adorable like this.â
âLike what?â you ask, voice airy as Melissa kisses the corner of your mouth.
She chuckles as you raise your hips in a desperate attempt to seek friction. âLike thisâdesperate and shaking,â she mutters into your jaw, lips skimming over the surface. âI could keep you like this forever and itâd never get old.â
âYou might as well keep me like this forever,â you breathe. âIâOh!â Your back arches as her fingers circle your clit.
âFinish what you were saying,â she says, lips brushing your neck.
âI think Iâmââ You struggle to get through your words. âIâm in thisâposition in bed more than I am asleepâfuck!â
Melissa gets lower and lower and soon sheâs smirking into your pussy. âAnd I wouldnât have it any other way.â
Her tongue is just as slow as it was when you were on your knees. She takes immense delight in the way you squirm beneath her, breath quick and hands looking for somethingâanythingâ to grab onto.
Melissa makes the decision for you and grabs your hand tightly, lacing her fingers with yours. With her other, she holds your leg open and ravishes you. Your head falls back into the pillow as you drift into that fuzzy, floating feeling, clinging to her hand to keep you grounded.Â
You choke on air and your hand clasps over your mouth before reaching to brace against the headboard. As you get closer and closer, your hips jerk and falter, succumbing to the force of her hands holding them down.
âDo you wanna cum?â she asks.
âMmhmâŚâ You nod your head and a moan slips from your lips.
You feel Melissa squeeze your hand. âI need to hear a âyesâ, baby.â
It takes everything in you to get out the proper wordsâto beg her to let you cum after keeping you on the brink for the past who-knows-how-long. But you do find those words, you do let out a pathetic whine, and your legs shake in her grasp as your entire body tenses.
âGood girlâŚâ Melissaâs voice is soft as she talks you through it, hands roaming over your blazing skin and the scent of sex and perfume engulfing your senses as she kisses you softly. You feel her smile against your lips as you gasp and jolt when you feel the tip of the strap brush against you.
A chill runs through her as your nails dig into her skin. âIf you want something, all you have to do is ask,â she says softly, lips peppering kisses over your cheeks and down your neck.
Your mind is fuzzy as your body jolts through the overstimulation of the strap running through your folds. Mindless words are mumbled and none of them are coherent.
âDo you want me to fuck you?â Melissa mutters just beside your ear, and you can feel her nose brush your hair.Â
A pitiful moan escapes you as the strap presses against your entrance.Â
âI know, baby, but I need to hear you say it,â she insists. She sits up and her hand goes to your face, holding it steady. âLook at meâgood.â She teases you, the strap just barely sinking into you as you whine. âIf you want more, you need to tell me.â
The emotional and physical intimacy as Melissa teases you, chokes you with tears. Your eyes water and your voice wavers. âI want more, pleaseâ!â You gasp as she pushes in more, but not nearly enough.
She leans down, kissing away the tears that drip down your temples. âAgain,â she mutters.
âMelissa, please!â you sob, pushing your hips up to meet her halfway. âPlease, I want you to fuck me! Please!â
She lets out a pleased hum when you pull her down for a kiss in a haze of desperation, love, and lust.Â
âPlease,â you murmur into the kisses. âPleaseâfuck meâOh, my God!â Your head falls back as she rewards your begging with a sharp thrust.
One hand holds yours, pinning it above your head as she uses you for balance, and the other grips behind your knee tightly. You cling to her desperately with your nails digging into her shoulder as she kisses you hard. Melissa swallows every moan and every cry that you let slip.
Without thinking, your free hand snakes down, fingers running over your clit quickly.Â
âYou touchinâ yourself?â she says, huffing out a laugh as you whimper and nod. âGood girlâŚJust like that.â
Your eyes squeeze shut as your back arches off the bed and into her front. A loud moan escapes from you and the sound of it seems to invigorate Melissa as she speeds up, and an endless stream of moans and cries slip from your mouth.
âAre you gonna cum for me?â she asks, her pace never faltering.
You nod and tears drip down your temples as your eyes squeeze shut. âYesâfuckâyes!â A kiss is pressed hard to your lips and you whine into it. âOh my godâI love youâI love youâ!â
Melissa kisses you, both of you panting, chests rising and falling rapidly. âFuck, I love you too,â she huffs. âKeep goinââŚThatâs it, babyâŚâ
Itâs like an out of body experience, the way you shake and moan beneath her. Your legs tremble and your breathing is ragged as she leaves soft kisses over your body, easing you down from your climax.
The next time you check the time, itâs nearing five in the morning. You lay there, out of breath and basking in the post-sex haze.Â
Melissaâs hand rests on your high, thumb stroking over the skin as she kisses the side of your head. âIâm sorry if any of those people made you feel like you werenât good enoughâŚâ
You pull away just enough to look at her. âNo, itâs okay,â you mumble, eyelids heavy. âYou werenât obligated to wait for me, Mel. Itâs just stupid insecurities that Iâll learn to get overâŚâ
âOkay,â she mumbles, eyes soft in the low lamplight as she scans your face briefly. âYâknow, I wasnât lyinâ earlier. I do love you the way you are. You arenât too much to handleânot one bit.â
The teachersâ lounge is quiet come Monday morning.Â
You sit across from Melissa and Barbara, who drink their coffees silently, and youâre fairly certain youâre still hungover from Saturday; the fluorescent lights seem far too bright and just the sound of the coffee maker makes you want to rip it out of the wall and chuck it across the room.
The door swings open and Ava struts in, her grin turning into a grimace. âDamn, whatâs happened to her?â she asks, looking at you cautiously.
âDay two of a hangover,â Melissa grumbles.
âMight as well be three,â you sigh, enjoying the cold feeling of the table on your cheek. âI was hungover Saturday morning too.â
Ava continues flippantly, pouring herself a cup of coffee. âSo, this weekend was juicyâŚâ she says expectantly. âThatâs rightâŚI got the tea and the cup. So, I heard about a very interesting hookup this weekend, involving someone in this very room.â No oneâs responding and sheâs becoming annoyed as she walks around to each of the tables. âThey were teachersâŚI heard someone made outâŚIn the elevator!â She huffs and spins around to face the pair of you. âMelissa, I know it was you two!â
Melissa leans back in her chair, arm draped over the back as she smirks. âDamn right it was.â She raises her coffee in the air as if making a toast. âLong live PECSA Weekend.â
some days youâll effortlessly write 3k words of perfectly coherent sentences with stunning metaphors and perfect grammar, and some days youâll rewrite âthe table was redâ 32 times and not be able to get a single sentence right.
both are valid. both are progress. and you shouldnât beat yourself up if youâre experiencing the second one.