ex girlfriend Cassie Mckay x f!reader x girlfriend Melissa Schemmenti
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Tags: @sunset-shimmer-girl06 @flamesofauburn @babytakeittothehead @nrmmmnleemhs @madxmeschemmenti @noprophet @luchmmenti96 @pinkthrone445
cw: smut, jealousy, ex-girlfriend x current girlfriend, possessiveness, arguments, mild body shaming, insecurities, NO STRAP, fingering, pussy eating blah blah blah
a/n: This was an unexpected pairing for me, and I struggled a bit, but I liked it! Hope y'all do, too.
“You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” Melissa tells you as you walk into the restaurant. You blush because you don’t feel gorgeous. You spent ages trying to find something that fits your curves the right way, and the dress is so tight you feel like a stuffed sausage. “I mean it,” she says when she notices you’re in your head. “I’d eat you right now if I could,” she whispers, making your skin fleck with goosebumps.
“Good evening, ladies,” the waiter says as you step inside.
“Buonasera,” Mel says. “Booking for Schemmenti.”
She squeezes your hand and brings it to your lips, kissing it gently. You smile, leaning against her as the young man checks the booking.
“Right this way,” he says, grabbing two menus. As you follow him through the bustling restaurant, you see her, your ex. Her hair is up, but it’s so long now that it cascades over her shoulders even while in a ponytail. Strands have escaped the ponytail and frame her face with her signature bangs. Your heart hammers as you get closer and closer to her table.
“Is there somewhere else we can sit?” you ask, and as soon as you open your mouth, she looks up at you. Because she would know that voice anywhere. You were together for five years, after all. She scoffs, and you feel Melissa stiffen next to you.
“I’m afraid we’re fully booked,” he says. “Is there a problem?”
“No problem,” Mel says, waiting for you to slide into the booth. “I think I’ll sit here,” she smiles, sliding in next to you and resting her hand possessively on your leg. Not that Cassie can see under the table.
Doctor Cassie McKay, lesbian heartthrob, milf, the woman you thought was the love of your life until she decided she was holding you back, whatever that meant. Or maybe you were holding her back, who knows? The pain was still there even after two years. You still missed her sometimes, and you missed her son. The son whom you helped raise and now never get to see. Cassie McKay broke your heart, and Melissa Schemmenti picked up the pieces and mended it.
“Is she by herself?” Melissa asks. “That’s sad.”
“I can hear you, you know,” Cassie snaps, sipping her wine.
“Can we get a bottle of Shiraz, please?” Melissa says to the waiter. “And some garlic bread for the table.”
“Certainly, ma’am,” he says, handing you the menus before walking away. Cassie being here makes you feel even more self-conscious. Like she can see the extra weight you gained after the breakup. The way your dress is too tight around your hips, or how your arms wobble slightly. You wish you had worn something else. Melissa looks breathtaking next to you, in her gold shirt and white blouse underneath. She always looks effortlessly beautiful. You honestly don’t know what she sees in you. She’s older than Cassie, too. And she’s never worried about holding you back.
“What do you fancy?” Mel asks, and you shrug, looking at the menu. “How about Ossobuco alla Milanese?” she suggests.
“She doesn’t like veal,” Cassie scoffs from the table next to you. Melissa looks up at her and glares over the menu. You shift uncomfortably in your seat as Mel grips your thigh.
“What do you want, baby? We could get two pastas and share,” she suggests, and you nod.
“Okay,” you say. “You can pick. I’ll eat anything.”
Cassie scoffs again, because she knows that's not true. Melissa knows it, too, but she doesn’t comment. “How about gnocchi and a rigatoni?”
“Sounds yummy,” you agree. “Thank you, I hate choosing.”
“I know, baby,” she says, sliding her hand to your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. You expect a quick peck, but she slides her tongue through your lips and kisses you hungrily, giving Cassie and everyone around you a show.
“Ahem,” the waiter says, holding the bottle of wine out for Melissa to inspect.
“Perfect, thank you,” she says as he pours two glasses and then slides the bottle into a bucket of ice. This place is fancy, and you wonder why Cassie is here alone. Your eyes catch hers for a moment, and you just stare. She looks beautiful, wearing more makeup than usual, like she’s really made an effort for someone. You wonder if she’s expecting company. She smiles when your eyes linger for a second longer than she expected, and Melissa notices.
“Try the wine, sweetheart,” she says, sliding your glass closer. “I think you’ll like it.” You bite your lip before bringing the glass to your lips and sipping. “Good?”
You nod. “Yeah, it’s great,” you say, and Cassie laughs again.
“She hates red,” she reminds Mel. “She’s a sweet girl.”
“I’m sorry, will you just piss off?” Mel asks. “Mind your own fuckin’ business.”
“Is there a problem?” Your waiter asks, rushing over.
“This woman is harassing us,” Melissa says.
“Hey, I’m just enjoying my wine,” Cassie shrugs.
“Please keep the swearing to a minimum,” he begs. “Your food will be here soon, ma’am,” he says to Cassie, who nods.
“Problem with my food,” she explains. “They put mushrooms in my risotto, can you believe that?” and you smirk, because you know she hates mushrooms. Melissa scoffs now.
“Only psychopaths hate mushrooms,” she points out. “Explains a lot.”
“Mel,” you say, taking her hand. “Just ignore her.”
“I’m trying, baby,” she says, kissing your hand. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you whisper. “Tell me about your day, hm?” You suggest trying to distract her. It works for a while, until your food comes and Cassie starts criticising something Mel does again.
“She can feed herself,” Cassie says when Mel lifts the fork to your mouth for you to taste. “Though I’m sure she’s so close in age to your students, it might get a little confusing.”
“Enough!” Mel says, slamming her fist on the table. It makes you jump, it makes everyone stare, and you feel your eyes filling with tears as people stare. At you.
“Excuse me,” you say, putting your napkin down and sliding out of the other side of the booth. You adjust your dress as you walk to the toilets, trying not to let anyone see you cry.
“Me? You’re the one being an annoyin’ prick. Why are you even here, huh?”
“Because I wanted some nice food, is that a crime?” Cassie says.
“Right, cos you don’t have food in your house. Explains why that girl was like a gust of air before I got my hands on her,” Mel says.
“Yeah, and now look what you’ve done to her,” Cassie scoffs. “She can barely fit into that dress.”
You hear that, and your lip starts to tremble. That’s how they see you? Too skinny for Mel, now too fat for Cassie. Too young, too old, too smart, not smart enough, too cold, too nice, too everything. And too much. This was all too much.
“Ouch,” you say, walking back and grabbing your purse.
“Cupcake,” they both say at the same time, and they look at one another before looking back at you.
“Come sit down,” Mel says gently. “We’re sorry.”
“You told her about Cupcake?” Cassie asks in disbelief. "That was our thing.”
“She didn’t tell me anything,” Melissa says. “I’ve always called her Cupcake.”
“No, I always called her that,” Cassie snaps.
“Will you just fuck off?”
“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you!” Cassie says. “Here, you want my leftovers since you love my sloppy seconds so much?”
“Okay, I’m done,” you say. “You’re both acting like children, and it’s fucking embarrassing,” you sniffle, standing and wiping your eyes. Your makeup is definitely ruined, and people are definitely staring. The waiter comes over again with presumably his boss, and you shake your head as you walk away. “I’ll call you,” you tell Melissa.
“Hi,” the waiter says. “This is the owner, Tony.”
“Schemmenti, gonna have to ask you to leave. Foods on the house, please go. You’re disrupting my guests. You too, ma’am.”
“Are you kidding?” Cassie asks. “Jeez, thanks, Melissa.”
“Don’t talk to me,” Melissa says as she gathers her things.
It’s raining outside, and you don’t have a coat. Or a car, or any money for a cap. At least your tears merge with the rain. You’re barely a block down the road, and you’re drenched through, shivering as you cry. A car pulls up beside you, and you look up, hoping to see Melissa. But it’s not her, it’s Cassie.
“Hey, get in!” she shouts through the open window, but you keep walking. “Don’t be stupid and get in the fuckin’ car!”
Her voice makes your body tense, and you stop, turning and reluctantly climbing into the passenger seat. “Jesus, you’re soaked,” she says. “The fuck were you thinking? You’re gonna get sick.”
“I wasn’t thinking,” you say. “I just wanted to get away. What is your problem, Cass? You broke up with me!”
She sighs while she drives, eyes on the road. “I know, baby, and I think I made a mistake.”
“No,” you say. “You can’t just decide that now that I’m happy, just because you’re jealous.”
“But, Cupcake,” she sighs.
“I’m not your Cupcake,” you say. “Not anymore. And you made that choice for me.”
“I’m sorry,” she says. She remembers the way to your apartment. The apartment, which she insisted you keep even after you moved in with her. That should’ve been the first red flag. Who asks someone to keep their apartment unless they know things aren’t going to work out? She parks the car. You don’t expect her to get out, but she does. And for some reason, you don’t stop her. You’re too tired to argue anymore, too hurt and upset by the people who mean the most to you. You’re confused.
“Let me warm you up,” she says gently, taking your keys from your shaky hand and unlocking your door. She flicks on the light and helps you inside. “Take those clothes off before you get pneumonia,” she says, heading to your bedroom to find you something warm. She rummages through your drawers, and you just stand there in the doorway, dripping everywhere.
Cassie sighs when she comes back. “Come on, clothes off,” she says. “Doctor's orders.” You watch as she holds up your purple, fluffy pyjama set. “These looked the warmest.”
“I’ve seen you naked before,” she says. “Please, I have no ulterior motive. I just don't want you to get sick.”
“But you think I’m fat and ugly now, right? So I don’t want you to see me naked.”
“That’s not what I said,” she insists, stepping closer. “Don’t twist my words like that, Cupcake.”
“You told Mel I’m too fat,” you say sadly. “Is that your professional medical opinion?”
“Clothes. Off,” she demands now in a way that makes heat flood to your core. Your eyes darken, and she smirks. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you, Cupcake?” She asks, turning you around to unzip your dress. And you let her. You have no idea that Melissa is outside, and she uses her own key to open the door right as Cassie drops your dress to the floor.
“It’s not what it looks like!” you insist before Mel can say anything. “I got soaked walking home, Cassie gave me a ride, she’s m-making sure I don’t get s-sick,” you shiver worriedly.
“Is that what she calls it now?” Mel asks, glaring at Cassie. “I’ve got it from here,” she says, grabbing the blanket off the couch and wrapping it around you. “I’m here, baby.”
She pulls your body to hers, and you shiver against her chest as she shoots daggers at Cassie. “I’m not going anywhere,” Cassie says. “She’s going to get sick, look at her.”
“I can take care of her,” Mel says. “She’s mine.”
“I don’t belong to either of you!” you snap. “God, you’re like children! No! You’re worse than children!” you exclaim, pulling away from Melissa and storming down the hall to your bedroom. You remove your wet underwear and throw them into the laundry before wrapping yourself in the blanket again and sliding under your covers. You are freezing, and Cassie might be right; you might be getting sick.
“You know this is your fault, right?” Mel says to Cassie as she boils water to make you a hot drink.
“How?” Cassie asks. “I was there first.”
“But you couldn’t just keep your mouth shut and let us enjoy our dinner, could you?”
“You know nothing about her, Melissa! You were about to feed her veal, she fucking hates veal! And she hates red wine!”
“She likes to try new things with me!” Melissa shouts back.
You groan when you hear them arguing again.
“Hello!” you shout from your bedroom, and they both stop, looking down the hallway. They look at one another, and then, like it’s a race, they both rush to your side.
“Hey, beautiful, are you okay?” Mel asks, walking to your bedside. Cassie reaches out and holds her hand to your forehead.
“How are you feeling?” she asks.
“Cold,” you say. “Need you to hold me.”
“Okay,” Mel says, pushing Cassie aside.
“Both. of. y-you,” you shiver.
“We can do that,” Cassie says, sliding into the bed behind you. Melissa feels mixed feelings. She wants to be the one to look into your eyes, but Cassie is behind you like a big spoon, and she can feel her blood boiling.
“I’m here, Cupcake,” Mel says, holding you to her chest. You nuzzle in, wrapping your arms around her as Cassie presses her body to your back. Her hand settles on your waist, and you feel tingly and confused by feeling both of their touches at the same time. You try not to breathe, scared that if you do, they’ll start arguing again. Cassie strokes your damp hair, and you sigh happily, making Melissa tense. You nuzzle against her again, reassuring her, and she kisses the top of your head.
Your body tingles as it warms up, and before you know it, you’re asleep in their arms. Neither one of them wants to let go first, and they fall asleep too.
You wake in the middle of the night with a groan, and you stretch out, tensing when you see Melissa in front of you, but feel someone behind you. You crane your neck and see Cassie, eyes closed as she snores softly, her hand tight around your stomach. She didn’t take her makeup off, and her mascara had smeared around her eyes slightly. And she still looks fucking hot. When you try to move, her grip tightens on you, and she whines.
“Hey,” you whisper, trying to move her hand. “I need to pee.”
“Mmm, no,” she mumbles. “Not losing you again.”
“Cass,” you whisper. “Wake up.”
“She can’t have you,” she grumbles, her hand sliding down your bare stomach. You gasp when she slides her fingers between your legs, and because you’re a needy little slut, you open them for her. “Mm,” she mumbles as her fingers bump your clit, and you rock against her hand, seeking friction. “Wet.”
You try not to laugh at what she’s mumbling in her sleep, and you reach for her wrist, guiding it further down. “Please,” you whine as she curls her fingers, and you help her glide into you.
“What’s happening?” Melissa mumbles, and you decide to grab her wrist, too. You move her hand down to your clit.
“What,” Mel gasps, “What the fuck?”
“Please,” you beg. “She’s asleep.”
“You expect me to believe she’s fingering you in your sleep?” Mel snaps, and Cassie rouses, looking down between you.
“Oh, shit,” she mumbles. “Mel, I was asleep.”
“Right,” Mel scoffs, and you whine as Cassie removes her fingers.
“Please,” you whimper. “Stop arguing for one second and please just fuck me. I need it!”
“Oh,” Cassie smirks. “Is our girl horny?” You bite your lip and nod, your clit throbbing. “Do you need both your mommies to touch you?”
“Oh, fuck- yes!” you exclaim. “Please, Mel Mel, I need you to touch me.”
“Fine,” Mel says softly. “But I’m only touching you,” she says, leaning down to kiss you softly as her fingers trail down your stomach.
“Wouldn’t want you to touch me anyway,” Cassie says, leaning down to slide her tongue over your nipple. You moan, and Mel’s fingers slip into your wet, waiting core at the same time. Your mind feels cloudy as Mel fingers you slowly, her tongue slipping in and out of your mouth, while Cassie sucks your nipple.
“You’re so beautiful,” Cassie mumbles. “I’m sorry for what I said about your weight; your body is like a work of art.”
“She’s perfect,” Mel confirms softly, looking at Cassie. A moment passes, almost as if they are silently agreeing that they both love and appreciate you, and they will get on in this moment, for you. “Rub her clit,” Mel instructs.
Cassie releases your nipple with a pop and slides her hand down over your soft belly and through your pubes. “You’re so wet,” she mumbles. “Can you hear that? The sound of Melissa’s fingers fucking you?”
“Yes,” you moan. “M’gonna cum.”
“Good girl,” Mel says. “Cum for us, principessa.”
“Fuck, she likes it when you speak Italian,” Cassie smirks, rubbing your clit in slow circles. “She gushed.”
“È una piccola troia sporca,” Mel smirks. She’s a filthy little whore.
“Shit, I think I like it when you speak Italian,” Cassie laughs, and Melissa smirks at her. You rock your hips against Melissa’s hand and whine loudly as the coil snaps inside of you. You buck and tremble until it’s too much and you’re pushing their hands away. Your chest heaves, and you watch as Melissa slides her fingers out of you and offers them to Cassie. Cassie opens her mouth, eyes locked on Mel’s as she slides the fingers all the way in. She sucks, and both you and Melissa groan at the same time. Fuck. You never would’ve imagined your Friday night would be spent like this. With the two women you’ve loved most in the world.
“Take your clothes off,” Mel tells Cassie as she withdraws her fingers. Melissa starts to remove her own clothes, both of them having fallen asleep in their dinner attire. You watch curiously, wondering what they will do next, and you feel yourself becoming wetter as they strip slowly, staring at one another.
“God, just fuck already,” you tease, and Cassie laughs.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Watching us fuck?” she asks, and you whine as you nod.
“Thought you wouldn’t let me touch you,” Mel smirks, reaching out to help Cassie with her bra. “Thought I repulsed you.”
“Oh, come on, Melissa, you know how hot you are,” Cassie says, gasping when Melissa’s lips reach her neck. She pushes her body back into the older woman, and you watch as Mel kisses and sucks in the spot that you know Cassie loves. She moans, grinding her ass against Melissa.
“Mm, Cassie, eat Mel’s pussy,” you beg, sliding your hand down to touch yourself. “Wanna watch.”
“What baby wants, baby gets,” Cassie smirks, removing Melissa’s underwear. She takes a moment to appreciate Mel’s breasts, because who wouldn’t, and then she drops to her knees. Mel lifts one of her legs and places her foot firmly on the bed, and she reaches for the back of Cassie’s head as the younger woman slides her tongue through Melissa’s folds. Mel moans, and it makes you even wetter to hear her like that.
You know how good Cassie is with her tongue. They're both great at eating pussy, but that tongue has a mind of its own. You watch as Melissa throws her head back, rocking against Cassie’s face. Cass’s hands move around to Mel’s ass as she buries herself deeper in Mel’s cunt.
“You like this, huh?” Mel asks you as she watches you slide your fingers into yourself. “Fuck that tight pussy for me, baby, watch me cum on her face.”
“Does it feel good?” you ask curiously, and she laughs bitterly.
“Unfortunately, it feels amazin’.”
“Cum all over her face,” you say. “I wanna watch.”
“M’gonna,” Mel moans as Cassie sucks harder. “Fuck, right there,” she groans, and you know she’s close from the way her breathing has changed. Your fingers work faster, and you cum at the same time, moaning together.
“She loved that,” Mel smirks, pulling Cassie to her feet. “Good girls.”
“You know,” Cassie says. “I’m usually the one saying that, and I kinda like hearing it from you,” she smirks. “Baby girl, wanna taste Melissa’s cum all over my face?”
“Uhh, yes,” you groan, holding your arms out and making grabby hands.
“Still such a brat, I see,” Cassie smirks as she crawls up the bed and licks your mouth before aggressively sliding her tongue through your lips. She kisses as if she hates you, and you have always loved that. You moan, hips bucking up against her, and Melissa climbs on the bed again, too, sliding up behind Cassie.
“Let me return the favour?” She asks, sliding her hand through Cassie’s thick bush. Cassie doesn’t always love to be touched, you know that she prefers to do the touching, but she looks up at Melissa and nods. She gasps as Mel slides her fingers into her, and you run your own fingers through Cassie’s hair.
“The nails look scary,” you tell Cassie. “But she’s really good with her hands.”
“I can tell,” Cassie groans, sliding her own hand down your body and teasing your soaked cunt. “You’re enjoying this far too much, Cupcake.”
“Mmm, best day ever,” you whine as she pushes a single finger into your puffy pussy. “More,” you beg.
“She’s so needy, Mel,” Cassie says. “Always wants to be stuffed.”
“She does,” Mel confirms, kissing the curve of Cassie’s hip as she fingers her. “Make her cum again, she can take it.”
“Fuck- I will,” Cassie gasps as Mel curves her fingers just right. Cassie copies the action, and you groan, arching your back into her.
“I want your mouth,” you beg. “Please, Cass.”
“Okay,” she grins. “Shuffle up for me, Cupcake.”
You move up the bed so you’re almost sitting, and you spread your legs for her. Mel watches, her wrist still pumping. You watch her slide her other hand down to her clit as she watches Cassie put her mouth on you. Mel isn’t feeling as possessive as before anymore. She feels fucking turned on.
“Ohhh,” you moan, throwing your head back as Cassie swirls that magic tongue through your folds, her fingers still pumping. She flicks your clit, licks it with her tongue flat and then sucks it into her mouth. She does this repeatedly, alternating between the actions until you’re moaning so loud it’s the only sound in the room.
“Right there,” Cassie gasps suddenly, her mouth stopping for a second. “I’m close,” she tells you both, and you squirm underneath her. “Gimme a sec, babe,” she insists, bucking back against Melissa as she cums, hard. She moans against your pussy, her fingers stopping completely, and you whine.
“Stop bein’ a brat and let her cum,” Mel says to you, still fucking Cassie through her orgasm. “Good girl, god, you’re so wet.” Melissa and Cassie cum at the same time, both groaning softly.
Mel slides her fingers out, and you open your mouth for her, making her laugh. She crawls up the bed and slides them into your mouth, and you suck, moaning as Cassie’s tongue starts moving again.
“Cum on Cassie’s face, principessa. Give her one last taste,” Mel says, making it very clear to everyone involved that this will not be happening again. “You’re mine now, understand,” she whispers into your ear, and you nod, moaning as you feel the coil start to unravel again. Mel removes her fingers from your mouth and kisses you hungrily, her tongue exploring every inch as she swallows your moans.
“I’m coming,” you moan, fingers tangling in Cassie’s hair as the pressure builds until it SNAPS and your body spasms, your hands pushing her away desperately, but she stays locked on, sucking your clit until you physically can’t take it anymore and you practically levitate off the bed.
“Good girl,” Mel says, kissing you again. “You did so well for us.”
“Fuck,” you gasp. “I can’t breathe.”
“You’ll be okay in a minute,” Cassie smirks. “If not, I know a doctor.”
Mel laughs, nudging Cassie’s arm, and you watch them as they watch you. Naked, chest heaving, covered in a sheen of sweat, thoroughly fucked and whiny just for them. And you wonder if this truly is the last time, or if they’d make an exception just for you. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth and smirk as you think about it.
“What are you smirkin’ at?” Mel asks, arms folded across her chest, and you giggle.
“Oh, nothing,” you say sweetly, winking at them both.
