Heyy could we get a Pride Month related fic? Like the Abbott gang + reader go to a drag show or Melissa and reader meet at a gay club maybe!
I love your writing!! Thank you for sharing!
Melissa Schemmenti X Reader
A/n: still have a couple requests that I’ve started but they need more. Meanwhile to kick off pride month, here ya go :P
Warnings: homophobia, bigots, strangers to lovers, Smut, Smut, Smut.
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On one hand, Jacob is so stoked it’s finally June…Pride Month! On the other, he is on the fritz because he and Elijah have agreed to take a break.
So during this time he put all of his energy into Janine and Gregory’s relationship instead of his own. This was his best option because he was actively avoiding his brother and Melissa. Caleb had done what he always did and became her favorite Hill. She waited on him like he was the youngest…the stereotypical favorite. Just like their parents did.
So when they all got home from school for the weekend Jacob put his favorite podcast on, slipping his AirPods in. Since Caleb took his room, he pretended to be invisible in his spot on the couch.
Moments later Caleb comes thundering down the store in his gym clothes. “Alright, babygirl! I’m headed to the gym! Bye, Jakey!”
Jacob doesn’t even budge.
“Aspetta!” Melissa yells chasing him at the door and meeting him on the doormat. “Here’s your preworkout and I made you a protein supplement snack. Cannoli’s.” She says pinching his cheeks. “Made special for my special boy!”
“Ooh, Melly!” He takes a bite before putting it back in the container before snapping his fingers in the air as he chews. He cheers through the mouthful before swallowing. “Fuego. Fue-Go. Thanks, Mamas.” He kisses her cheek before taking off.
Walking back into the house she stops when she sees him limped on the couch. “Earth to Jacob!” She claps to get his attention.
He finally sees her and sighs in defeat. “What’s up, Melissa?”
“No. I’m doing a hunger strike.”
“Okayyyyy.” She says staring into the camera. “And what are we protesting now?”
“Hey, kid. What’s going on?” She makes her way to sit on the coffee table in front of him. “I know your dad about Elijah…but it’s pride month. Remember? You’re single. You should be going out and mingling!”
“Woah. What’s that supposed to mean, Hill?” Instantly defensive.
“You’re only pretending to worry about me cause Caleb left.”
“I’m not- That’s not- what’s really going on here, hon.”
“It’s just what he does. He’s the cool one. He’s attempted multiple hobbies until he gets bored. A jack of all trades…with muscles. He comes in and steals all my friends without even trying.”
“He didn’t steal me, Jake. Do you know how much he looks up to you? He wants to be like you. Learn from you. He moved here to be closer to his big brother.”
“You gave him my room, Melissa. And you won’t even let me clean out the guest room. I’m the one paying rent.”
“Okay, fair. We’ll start on that guest room for you. In the meantime, let’s go out. Just you and I. I’m sure you know where some queer bars are kicking off Pride Month.”
“You really want to go with me?” Jacob is completely caught off guard.
“C’mon, man. I’m only mostly straight. Straight adjacent if you will. And something about my physique-“ she flips her hair in a dramatic fashion, “-the gays love me.”
“Alright, Queen. But tomorrow, there’s a lot more to see day drinking. And there’s a drag brunch that I wanted to go to but didn’t want to go by myself.”
“You got it. And tonight I’m making your favorite.”
The next day both Melissa and Jacob make it to an outdoor cafe where they have drag brunch. They start with mimosas as the queens strut around entertaining, cracking jokes and singing.
The cafe had redecorated for June with rainbow paraphernalia. There was glitter and confetti thrown everywhere from the performances.
Across the patio, you were sitting on a barstool nursing your bottle of zima with the blue jolly rancher at molding to the bottom of the glass.
You saw the curly hair guy walk in donning a blue matching shirt and shorts combo with a cross body that had a subtle rainbow strip across the front. He was probably a few years younger than you. But what caught your eyes was the red head who followed behind them to their table.
She had a green blazer with a black sequined top underneath and pleather pants that painted her curves like a goddess. She was sporting large black sunglasses that hid her eyes from your view but just below were the tastiest layover ever seen.
You had to turn around before you started drooling. She was much older than you and pretty sure she was a supporting mother or the cool aunt to the guy she’s sat across from.
You can flirt to an extent. Not when the woman crosses off everything on your list. She was 100% your type. Thus meaning the only outcome was you’d become a bumbling fool in front of her. So you keep your back to her and order another Zima.
Another queen struts through the tables and you watch as they saunter to their table and plays with the redheads hair before flirting with the boy. You giggle at the blush that instantly takes up claim on his cheeks.
You boldly send them another round of mimosas but asked to leave it anonymously. After you finish your drink you head to the bathroom for a pep talk. On your way back you look up to see their table empty and your chance at saying hi and introducing yourself.
Dejectedly you make your way out of the bar. Turning left out of the patio you hear raised voices and you whip back catching a glimpse of red hair and a raised Philly accent.
“I know you’re feeling some type of way, ya skabadost. But you better think long and hard about what you say next.” She says as she stands in front of her brunch companion like a human shield.
“You all are abominations to society. You think just because you all are going to hell you get to declare your own month. It’s a discrimination.”
His wife is standing beside him, agreeing with everything he says like a brainwashed lapdog.
You see the red head broaden her shoulders as she looks unphased and quite threatening. The large man steps closer into her personal space and before she can retaliate you throw yourself in front of her squaring up to the burly man.
Your hand was in your bag already turning on the device before flashing it to him. “You better listen to the lady and think before you speak. Capisce.”
He looks at the taser hidden in your grasp. His eyes widen before looking back up at you. “You don’t have the balls.”
“I may not have balls but I know how to treat a woman, in many ways, better than you.”
And if the timing couldn’t have been any better, someone from a near table stands up to lean over the patio rail. “That’s because he prefers the male anatomy!”
The stranger shows his phone and for everyone to see, including his wife, shows the homophobic’s Grindr profile.
His wife steps back appalled and you almost feel bad for her. Almost. “You’re one of them?!” She screeches before storming off.
“No honey! That’s not even me! Somebody stole my photos.”
“Yeah right! You’re wearing the same clothes! You took that pic this morning!”
“Instead of wasting your time here maybe you should reevaluate your relationship with god…and maybe a marriage counselor. Or a lawyer by the looks of it.” You mutter with a smirk.
“To hell with all of you!” He cries before chasing after his soon to be ex wife.
Behind you, you hear the red headed goddess checking on her friend. “Hey kid, you okay? That guy was an asshole.”
“Thanks, Mel. I’m fine. Not the first time. Just another bigoted gay mislead by his religion.”
At this point, another attractive male with tanned skin runs up from across the street. “Jacob! What the hell are you okay?!”
“Elijah?! What are you doing here?”
“I was down the street and someone was live-streaming the interaction so I came to see you.”
“I’m fine, really. Melissa and-“
“Melissa and Y/n really handed him his own ass. Thank you, by the way.”
“Yeah, hon. Thanks. I probably would have ended up in jail had you not stepped in.”
“I had a feeling. Couldn’t let a gorgeous woman like yourself be thrown behind bars.”
“Smooth.” She says with that award winning smile as she pushes her glasses into her hair and your breath caught.
Absolutely, breathtaking.
You know that she knows she’s flustered you by the twinkle in her eye. “Can I buy you a drink in thanks, hon?”
“You guys should come back with me, we can make room at my table!” Elijah offers. “Plus, I missed you, Jacob. Can we end this stupid break?”
“Oh thank god, yes!” Jacob jumps before trying to act coy about everything. “I mean, that’s sounds good to me.” Causing Elijah to smile and pull him back to the adjacent bar by his hand.
“I’d love to. Didn’t have any actual plans except to wander around.” You gesture for her to start walking first. “So are you just a heroic ally or where do you fall in the alphabet?”
She snorts at your phrasing. “Well, was never one for labels. Let’s just say I’m intrigued by beautiful people.” She winks and you’re caught blushing again.
Once at Elijah’s table they pulled up three chairs and a server came by to take drink orders.
Jacob switches to a cider and Melissa orders for both of you. “We’ll take two Zima’s, please.” At your raised eyebrow, she answers your unasked question. “I saw you earlier when I walked in. I should be thanking you for the mimosas.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She pats your thigh under the table and it ignites the fire immediately. “If you say so, hon.” And you just roll your eyes.
“So what’s the relation?” You point between her and Jacob.
“Coworkers, friends, roommate, kinda like the kid I never had.”
“Love that, and what do you guys do for work?”
“We teach at Abbott Elementary.”
“So…you’re a teacher.” And all the fantasies flash through your head before you blink them away.
“Play your cards right and I’ll let you tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
And the only thing you can think to do is laugh. It wasn’t the right option but it was the only sound that would come out in the midst of your gay panic.
Melissa looks to see Jacob is wrapped up in Elijah’s attention, so she didn’t feel guilty sharing hers with you. “So…before all of that. Were you gonna shoot your shot after buying us drinks or just leave without a word?”
“You really think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?”
“Maybe. I was going to, on my way out, but you had already left your table. So I thought I missed my shot.”
“Your tongue is blue.” You smirk at this, completely caught off guard. You realize she’s been staring at your mouth and it gives you a confident boost.
So you stick out your tongue to try and see for yourself but really you are watching her reaction. “It appears so. The jolly ranchers.” You shrug as if it’s obvious.
She leans in slightly that only you notice before Jacob gets her attention.
“Mel, wanna go to the next bar? They are doing a scavenger hunt for all the pride swag.”
“Umm, you go, kid. I think I’m gonna sit and finish this drink. Go spend time with your boyfriend, I’ll see you at home. Any requests for dinner?”
“Okay! Thanks for getting me out, Mel-Mel.” He says enthusiastically before hugging her.
As soon as the group leaves you turn your attention back on her. “So should we get another round?”
“We can do that or we can go back to my place and I can cook for you. Maybe teach you a few things.”
“If I play my cards right?”
Her eyes drop to your lips again before she gone and sauntering her way to the exit. You’re ogling the sway of your hips before you realize she’s paying the bill and smiling at you expectantly.
You shake your head in disbelief before grabbing your things and walking after her. By the time you catch up to her you slip your hand into hers. “You’re playing with me.” You state the obvious. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“It’s too easy. And you’re cute when you blush.”
You stop in your tracks. Thinking about how to even the playing field and get her back. Take back some of the control. She stops when your hand tugs her back and looks back at you.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No. But I’m not cute either. Two can play at this.”
She raises her perfectly arched eyebrow once more. “Oh really?”
“Really.” You state before pulling her back to you and crashing your lips together. You're just a couple inches taller but her chin tilts up as she melts into you. Your tongues battle for dominance before you pull away biting her bottom lip in the process. “I can teach you a couple things, too.”
Behind you the crowd erupts in cheers from the drag brunch and one of the queens on the mic encourages your moment of boldness. “Damn girl! That was hot!”
Melissa just stares back at you like a deer in headlights. “Are you gonna show me to your car or should I just guess?”
That snaps her out of her stupor before she smacks your shoulder. Grabbing your hand again she pulls you towards where she parked.
“You’re in for it now, girl!” The queen announced your defeat to everyone within earshot of the microphone.
After you’ve round the corner without an audience Melissa mumbles something under her breath. “You play dirty.” And that was all she said before opening the passenger door for you to get in.
You get in quietly. Afraid you may have taken the game too far. Maybe she doesn’t like pda. Or she wasn’t as open with her sexuality as you first perceived. As soon as she settled into the driver seat you buckled. Not physically.
“Listen, Melissa. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I just got caught up and I shouldn’t have done that in front of everyone. I guess I just read the signs wrong. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I can get out if I crossed a line.”
“Jesus, hon. Slow down.” She leans over and kisses you to silence the apologies tumbling from your lips. “I’m not mad. Quite the opposite actually. You just caught me off guard is all. I haven’t been missed like that in a long time. Now I’m just think my place may not be the best idea.”
“Jacob’s brother is staying with us and I’m not sure when he’ll be home. And I’m half tempted to take you right here in my car.”
The entire time she’s talking you are watching her lips move as she speaks and the slight pout in her lips contemplating her next move. You reach up to swipe your tongue along her lower lip and you can see the bite mark from earlier. “I live around the block.”
Is the only information you give her before opening your door and getting out of her car. She watches you walk around the car to open her door. She grabs her purse with one hand while the other is in your clutches. She shuts the door and leans against it pulling you with her.
You smile against her lips as her tongue immediately parts your lips and she moans into your awaiting mouth. You pull back just enough to watch her dazed expression before she pouts again. “As much as I’d find it hot as hell to fuck you right here, right now. I’d rather not have an audience for that.”
She still dazed and now a little nervous. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Like what? Been with a woman?”
She snorts at that. “No, I might be a little rusty but not that. I’ve never just gone home with a stranger that I met in a bar. Especially one much younger.”
“First of all, I don’t believe you. Have you seen yourself?! I bet there are lines of people waiting for a chance to get your attention. I feel very lucky.” You wrap your arms around her waist propping yourself up in the car with her trapped between you. “But we don’t have to do anything. We could even go back to the bar if you want?” Your other hand is now playing with her tank that is barely obskewing your vision of her cleavage.
“I don’t want to go back.”
“Good girl. But you’re in charge. You say stop and we stop. No questions asked.” You brush the hair out of her face as she tries to hide behind the curtain of her bangs in this moment of shyness.”
“And as for strangers. I’ve bought you drinks. You’ve bought me drinks….at 2 different locations. I’ve met your…Jacob. Stood up to a homophobe together. So if you think about it, we are practically at 3rd date territory.”
Your delusional theory breaks the glass and she’s doubled over in laughter. “Geez, you should write a movie with that line of logic!”
“You know I’m right. So, Melissa. What do you want to do?”
With that confirmations you pull her against your lips one more time as you push off her car in the direction of your flat. Grabbing her hand, you remind her. “Lock your car, we’re still in West Philly.”
You lead her to your flat on the third floor and as soon as you're both inside you press her up against the door. Molding your body into hers you capture her lips in a searing kiss.
Her hands travel up your back beneath your shirt. Freshly manicured nails dig into your skin pulling you even closer.
Without breaking the kiss you cross your arms in front of you, between your bodies to grab the hem of your own shirt. Your lips break apart for half a second as you pull the fabric over your head.
Melissa takes this moment to flip positions. She walks you back until the arm of your sofa hits the back of your legs. You perch up on the arm rest as she takes up residents between your knees. You squeeze your thighs around her hip and moan at the curvature you find there.
This kiss is very needy, all hunger. Nearly pushing you over and on mother couch cushions. But amidst your dance your hand lands on her breast and you moan at her fullness. “Take it off.” She growls before moving her lips to your neck.
You don’t waste another moment before pushing her blazer off her shoulders and removing her tank top in two motions. “Oh fuck, Melissa.”
You weren’t shy about your boobs. They were a good palmfull. But hers were works of art. Your only thought was that you needed to get your mouth on her asap. You fold the cups of her bra down and flick a nipple with your tongue before wrapping your lips around the erect bud.
Still flicking your tongue over the tip while she’s encased in your warm mouth. Your other hand is massaging her other breast while jiggling against your cheek. “Oh gods, hon. Keep doing that.” She’s so breathless you can feel your panties flooding.
You switch to her other nipple to give the same attention and her hand in your hair grips tighter as her head is thrown back. Her fire engine red locks are cascading down her back as she unclamps the offending bra and sliding it down her shoulders.
Her hips are searching for any kind of friction and you can tell she’s getting frustrated and impatient. You find your way back to her lips and you grab onto the button of her pants flipping you both, once more.
“I need to taste you so bad, right now.”
She’s speechless, biting her lip and just nods back at you. Undoing the clasp and dragging the zipper down, you proceed to slide her pants and underwear down her thick milky thighs. You get comfortable on your knees looking up, grabbing her thighs.
You smell her essence and you can see how wet she is. Licking a stripe up the inside of her thigh and stopping before where she needed you most. Your fingers grip the meaty flesh of her thighs and encourage her to find stability on the armrest.
You get a glimpse of her over her breast, just watching you in anticipation. You hold eye contact until you disappear between her thighs and stroke your tongue through her fold, from her clenching hole to her clit. “Dio Mio, Y/n.”
You slowly pick up speed alternating from sucking her labia and back up to her clit before flicking it with your tongue. You can tell she was getting close when you pulled back. “Don’t stop, I’m close.”
“I know babe, turn around. Trust me.”
She stalls for a moment before turning around and bracing her arms on the couch. You moan at the sight, palming both ass cheeks. You slap the right one and instantly soothe the sting with your palm, massaging it. Her knees buckled just slightly. “You look so sexy like this.”
Spreading her cheeks you dive back in to eat her out from this angle. Teasing her a little bit before plunging your wet muscle into her core and her walls clutch around sucking you in as deep as possible.
She grounds down onto your face while reaching back to hold your hair. After penetrating her core a few more times you swipe through her folds and a couple times over her puckered hole and she nearly collapsed. You pushed her leg up onto the armrest, opening her up further. Circling her clit a couple times before sucking on it and standing up behind her.
You thread your fingers through her hair and pull her back up flush against you. “How many fingers, babe?”
“Two. Fuck, Give me two.” She whimpers into the living room, head resting on your shoulder. Gathering her juices on your fingers you push into her with two digits. Her ass pushes back into your hips. One hand on her breast, the other is pistoling two into her quivering pussy.
Your hand sneaks down from her breast, over her soft feminine tummy to play with the little curls lined in a landing strip. Tugging a little as you kiss the side of her neck.
Your fingers find her flit and you can feel her about to unravel. “Let go, Teach.” Just now realizing you never got her last name.
“Schemmenti.” She gasps sucking in air.
“Come for me, Ms. Schemmenti.” You push a third finger in and wiggle your digits against her trigger wall. And just like she’s arching against you with a long moan. Her legs are shaking and the one perched on the armrest falls back to the floor as you hold her up helping her ride out her powerful orgasm.
She falls forward, bracing herself on the couch while she fights for oxygen. You pepper kisses up her spine before she turns her head and kisses you hard. She spins in your arms and her shaking fingers play with the button of your pants until she’s able to get them undone.
“You had all that up your sleeve and you were too shy to approach me at brunch? For a second I thought you killed me.”
“Your beauty is very intimidating.” You say between kisses.
“Less intimidating but extremely dangerous.”
“You’ll be good to remember that.” She pushes your pants down your thighs before using her toes to push them all the way down. “Show me the bedroom. It’s my turn but I don’t think I can stand much longer.” She laughs and it’s the cutest thing.
Kicking your pants and pulling your own thong off.
“This way, beautiful.” She koala’s do your back kissing over your shoulders and necks. She peers over your shoulder and watches as your nipples harden in between her fingers.
Her manicured nails scratch down the taut planes of your stomach til she finds your pussy and spreads her fingers through. “Jesus, Mel. We aren’t gonna make it to the bedroom if you keep doing that.”
Your hips rock against her hand catching yourself on the doorframe of your room. “Do you have a strap?”
“In the bedroom.” You point at the nightstand on your side of the bed.
“Good. I want you to ride me while I worship your body.” And you don’t recognize the sound that you released. Pretty sure you just whimpered.
She makes her way over to the nightstand and steps into the harness. Adjusting it to her hips she reaches for the lube.
“Won’t be needing that. I’m soaked.” You walked up to her and the dildo nestled in the apex of your thighs and you slid you pussy back and forth on it as you kissed her. Letting her taste herself on your tongue. “You tasted so good, I nearly came on my knees.”
Her fingers found your clit against and slid past to your entrance. Pushing her fingers in she moaned against your lips and your hips twitched against her. “I’m not gonna last long.”
She withdraws her fingers and places them in her mouth and hums her approval. “Definitely wet enough.”
Crawling up on the bed she sits up against the pillows and headboard. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
And you knew better. Bounding onto the bed, with your knees landing on each side of her hips she leans up to take a nipple into her mouth.
Working lower she bites and suck the plump flesh just below your hardened peaks. You hold her close before she makes her way back to your neck before biting your ear. “Whenever you’re ready, principessa.”
Holding your face between your hands, watching her as she watches the dildo slowly disappear into your core.
It’s been a while since you’ve used this on yourself and the stretch is deliciously torturous. “Breathe, hon.”
She’s back to worshipping your breast and your thighs clench around her hips. “Oh fuck. Kiss me.”
And she obeys. Slow at first before she sucks your tongue into her mouth and you moan when your hips take on a mind of their own before rising off and pushing yourself back down on the toy.
This rips a delight groan from Melissa and it encourages you to keep moving. It only took 2…3 minutes of you bouncing on her silicone cock befor your legs were shaking and you were shooting off of the toy and biting her shoulder as the blinding white sensation took over your entire body.
“Fuck fuck fuck. I’m still coming.” You scream as she’s rubbing tight circles around your sensitive bundle between your legs.
“Don’t fight it.” You fall forward catching the headboard. When your brain finally catches up you look up in confusion thinking you would have landed on Melissa. You look down and she had scooted down the bed with her arms now wrapped around your thighs.
The next thing you know her tongue is licking up your juices that just spilled out. When she moans against your cunt it sends you straight into another orgasm and her tongue pushes in.
Flattening her tongue she guides your hips to ride it out, using her face.
Once your hips stopped twitching, you crawl down her body to kiss your juices off her lips, licking her chin where it smeared all over her face. “Rusty my ass.”
“I guess it’s like riding a bike….or in this case riding my tongue.”
“Like I said. Dangerous.”
The two of you lay there for a few moments before falling asleep. There are a couple more rounds when you both wake up of fighting for dominance. You’ve lost track of how many times you both came until falling asleep for the night.
When you wake in the morning and the sun is shining through you’re a little sad to see the red headed goddess is no longer in your apartment.
When you walk into your bathroom you see a sticky note on the mirror and you can’t help but smile.
xx I had an amazing time. I’d still like to cook for you sometime if you’d like. If this was a one time thing, I understand. Nonetheless, I’ll be feeling the aftermath for the next week at least.
You debating on waiting to text her, didn’t want to come off as clingy…but she left her number. What if she’s thinking no response means you aren’t interested.
You grab your clothes looking for your phone and when your jeans and phone you notice your panties are missing. In its place are her black laced cheeky underwear.
**so can you actually cook or are you just trying to get me into your bed ;)**
**also I think you have something of mine.** you include a picture of the lace dangling from your finger.
*I can make some of the best Italian that will ever hit your tastebuds.*
*and I don’t know what you’re talking about.*
**I think I’ve already had some of the best Italian on my tongue :P they still smell like you…and so do my fingers.**
*Friday at 6pm. I’ll kick the boys out.*
**I’ll be there, Ms. Schemmenti.”
You see the text bubble pop up and disappear a couple times. Hoping her cheeks are hurting just as much as yours.
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