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springwitch's masterlist 🪽

ao3

melissa schemmenti (abbott elementary)

- hots for teacher (part 1) (part 2)

- i'm asking nicely: give me what i want

- tear you apart

- green like her eyes (part 1) (part 2)

- caught you, butterfly

- teach me

- a dangerous emotion

- flowers and firsts

- picture you

agatha harkness (wandavision/agatha all along)

- sweet daisy and the violet witch

- venus, are you there?

rogue amendiares (cyberpunk 2077)

- professional encouragement

[springwitch8]

professional encouragement (rogue amendiares x fem!v)

summary: after johnny takes the reigns and goes on a bender, v wakes up in a strange bed with a killer migraine and rogue standing over her. rogue has biz with v—she needs sensitive information about one of the merc's more dicey gigs. when v hesitates to answer her questions, rogue resorts to... creative methods of interrogation.

warnings: lesbian sex HOORAY, bondage, praise kink, a sprinkle of degradation/humiliation, overstim, squirting, older woman/younger woman, dubcon (only cause rogue basically detains v but she consents enthusiastically), interrogation, wingman johnny, post-chippin'-in, streetkid v, uses details from "on a tight leash" gig

notes: @my-kitty-tastes-like-nuka-cola and redheadrogue on ao3 have inspired me to write for rogue and val because holy shit, every fic about them is so good but there are like less than 10 on the whole internet. girlkisser rogue amendiares has lived rent-free in my head since blistering love. enjoy 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

"good, you're awake," v stirred from her slumber when she felt fingers grazing her cheek and smooth syllables tickling her ear. rogue, the breathtaking queen of the afterlife, hovered over v with a curious look on her face. "welcome back to the land of the living. coffee?"

the younger woman stretched and rubbed her eyes, giving the fixer a weak nod. rogue turned, flipping her long silver hair over her shoulder as she poured the hot drink into a cup. v rubbed her legs together under the blankets as she watched rogue move about the room with what v could swear was a spring in her step. what had johnny done with her body last night?

"here. should help with the hangover," the fixer handed v a warm mug and sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes scanning the younger woman's frame.

"johnny ask you to babysit me while the pills wear off?" v asked, cutting through the soft hum of the motel's ventilation. a smile ghosted over rogue's face and she shook her head no. "oh. then why are you still here? did he... did we...?"

"do you know why i like working with you, v?" rogue cut the merc off with a question of her own. v shrugged, cocking her head at the fixer. "you're eager. you obviously like to please."

"obviously? or is that johnny's enlightened take?" v shot back, though the quaver in her voice betrayed her vulnerability.

"i don't need johnny to tell me what's right in front of my eyes," rogue scoffed. "you try to hide it, but i've noticed how you blush and preen every time i give you a compliment. you like leaving your fixers satisfied, impressed. it's not a bad thing."

"what's this about, rogue?" v replied, wishing the older woman would get to the point. "guessin' you didn't wake me up just to tell me how good i am at my job."

"all this to say: i know you're not gonna like what i'm about to ask you, but i need you to answer anyway," rogue went on, planting a firm hand on v's outstretched calf and staring straight into the girl's soul. then, her eyes took on a faint glow and suddenly, the image of a man appeared in the lenses of v's kiroshis. "remember this gonk you dropped a while back? name's josé luis."

v's heart skipped a beat. padre had told her to forget that gig ever happened, and for good reason. the last thing either of them needed was to get mixed up in arasaka's war with militech. "i don't know, rogue, zeroed a lot of people lately. might have to jog my memory," v lied, nervously twirling her hair between two fingers.

"hit was for padre. luis was holed up in some valentinos joint. the guy killed a badge, and ncpd looked the other way," rogue obliged. "that kinda mercy doesn't find its way to just anyone in this city."

"seems like you know about as much as i do," v replied casually, praying rogue couldn't pick up on the fight-or-flight reaction going on in her head. "if you have the detes, what do you need me for?"

"just need you to fill in a few blanks for me, sweetheart. think you can do that?" rogue nudged, smiling sweetly while she stroked v's calf absently. v just barely nodded again. "atta girl. who put out the hit?"

"another badge, 'm pretty sure," v answered the question easily. anybody else wouldn't have even been able to get that info out of her, but this was the fixer of all fixers. if v didn't put aside her professional boundaries and give rogue something, she'd never find work in nc again.

"and what did you find when you got into the building?" rogue prodded.

"targets," v responded with a grin, unable to resist making a quip.

"just valentinos? nothing else?"

"if memory serves," v affirmed, causing the older woman to raise an eyebrow at her. "hard to tell what's real and what's not these days. you know, on account of the brain-eating, chain-smoking parasite taking over my body."

"parasite? i'm wounded, v," johnny glitched into v's line of sight, puffing on a cigarette and tutting at his host. v flipped him off, and he returned the gesture. "and just when i thought we were getting somewhere. what's your plan, anyway? lyin' to rogue won't get you out of this; she can fuckin' sniff it out."

"i don't fuckin' know, johnny," v thought back, exasperated. "i'm at her mercy right now because of your gonkbrained decisions. got any bright ideas?"

"you should be thanking me, woman," johnny countered, and v almost snorted out loud at his audacity. "i'm serious. maybe if you're lucky, she'll tie you up."

johnny lifted his sunglasses slightly to wink at v before disappearing into thin air. internally, the merc rolled her eyes. she had a complicated relationship with authority. v hated being controlled but loved being told what to do. johnny had developed a habit of teasing her about it, especially when one of the more alluring authority figures in v's life was around—like rogue, the most powerful and intoxicating of v's superiors, at least in v's opinion. johnny agreed, of course.

"cat got your tongue, honey?" rogue's low, smooth voice interrupted v's internal back-and-forth. the merc snapped out of her trance to see rogue standing directly over her now, a single fingernail tracing her jaw and forcing her eyes to stay on the fixer. "i asked you a question: do you really think you can fool me? you should know i don't take kindly to being insulted."

"i-i wasn't—" v began, heart hammering in her chest.

"you're spooked. you don't wanna sell out the padre in case he comes after you," rogue cut her off, now standing in front of v with her arms crossed. "remember our conversation about balance? equilibrium demands sacrifice. this thing is bigger than any of us."

"and in this case, i'm the sacrifice?" v asked incredulously.

"don't be silly. i'd never put one of my best mercs in mortal danger," rogue purred as v glared daggers into her. "c'mon, it's not as if that old guy is a major threat to you. what is it your chooms in the valentinos say? 'santa muerte strides beside you?' if you felt so inclined, you could kill half the fixers in this city before we could do a damn thing about it."

"that include you?"

"nope," rogue laughed dryly, "be cute to see you try, though."

v's cheeks warmed and she squirmed, never one to back down from a challenge. she had to do something about her situation, finally. she would overpower rogue and get the hell out of there. v sat for a moment, then lunged at the older woman.

but rogue saw it coming from a mile away. she dodged v's charge and reached around to slot a shard in the side of the girl's head. v fell unconscious almost immediately.

by the time she woke up a few minutes later, rogue had tied v's hands to the bedposts with black silk. the silver-haired woman wore a self-satisfied smirk as she admired her handiwork. "cute."

"not cute!" v wriggled uselessly against the ties, and rogue chuckled. "seriously, rogue? restraints?"

"you had your chance to behave, and you wasted it. this is just," she gestured to v's bound hands, "insurance. so you don't leave here until i get what i want. plus, you did try to jump me just now."

"you basically told me to," v muttered, rolling her eyes. rogue caught it but said nothing, getting straight back to biz.

"let's try this again... what did you see when you went to kill josé luis?" rogue rejoined v on the bed, leaning over the young woman's bound frame with expectant eyes.

"i'm not talking. not unless you have a better reason to put my ass on the line than 'preserving balance,'" v said resolutely, squirming against the silk restraints to demonstrate her defiance.

"and here i thought being held captive would be reason enough for you," rogue drawled. "perhaps i underestimated you. or maybe... you're exactly where you've wanted to be all along."

v snorted. "yeah, cause i've always dreamt of being chained to a bedframe in a dingy motel—"

"most competent solo on my payroll, and yet here you are, bound. helpless. if it were anyone else holding you hostage, you would have already chewed through the fabric around your wrists," rogue went on. "but you're not putting up much of a fight, which gives me pause. makes me think i should have listened to the little birdie who told me you'd respond better to..." rogue trailed a fingernail up v's leg, leaving goosebumps in her wake, "encouragement than intimidation."

fucking johnny.

"at first, i thought he was screwing with me," rogue continued, fingers resting on v's thigh. "but then i realized he was being sincere and everything started to add up: the way you trip over your words on the holo, those skimpy little outfits you wear to the afterlife, your obedience and enthusiasm in our biz."

v couldn't resist pressing her thighs together, searching for relief as rogue's hand slid higher inch by inch. the older woman noticed and sighed disapprovingly. gazing at her frowning face, v was caught completely off guard when rogue shoved her legs apart and perched between them in one fluid motion.

"lucky for you, i've been known to give a pretty girl what she wants if she's good for me," rogue teased, smirking as her fingers roamed over v's abdomen and then up to her chest. rogue leaned over the young woman's body as her hands squeezed gently around v's breasts. the merc couldn't suppress her groan. "softer than i imagined. just like you."

"i'm still not telling you shit," v managed, trying not to gasp and shudder as rogue's thumbs danced across her nipples and heat began to build in her core. "save you the trouble: dunno what johnny told you, but this," v gestured to rogue's hands, still shamelessly caressing v's tits. "isn't workin' on me."

"oh, sure. so if i took off your pants, you wouldn't have anything to hide from me? no reason to be shy?"

"none whatsoever," v bluffed, hoping her manufactured confidence would be enough to convince the older woman. but in the back of her mind, v anticipated rogue's next words before they left her mouth.

"hmmm... we'll see," the fixer breathed with a smirk as her hands reluctantly parted from v's chest. rogue teased her fingers down v's abdomen until she reached the button on her black pants. the older woman held eye contact with v as she undid the button and unzipped her pants, dragging them hastily down the merc's toned legs. when rogue turned away to throw the pants on the floor, v snapped her legs together. the fixer noticed and threw v a dangerous look. "don't be embarrassed, pretty girl. can't help being... sensitive."

with that, rogue pried v's knees apart and held them there, gazing at the red lace cloth covering the merc's pussy. lo and behold, the fabric in the middle was dark and damp.

"ohhh, v," rogue cooed at the sight, grinning as the merc's face became flushed. "poor girl. beautiful, desperate, soaked, stupid girl. didn't even try to hide from me, just offered yourself up like a needy joytoy."

v writhed and gushed between her legs in response to the older woman's words. rogue hummed in self-satisfaction and brought one manicured finger to v's clothed center, brushing up and down the wet fabric as lightly as a feather. v tried to restrain herself, tried not to buck her hips at the fixer's touch, but failed.

"thought you said this wasn't gonna work on you," rogue teased smugly as the dark red spot between v's legs grew beneath her fingertips. the older woman then found v's clit through the cloth and pressed down, rubbing firm circles into her. "now," rogue slowed her ministrations to a stop, and v whined in protest, "answer my question."

"i might've seen some corp stuff," v confessed. rogue rewarded her by pressing her finger down and moving it back and forth on v's clit. v threw her head back and continued in a breathy voice, not willing to risk rogue stopping again. "think there was a-an suv..."

"recognize any logos?" rogue pressed v as her fingers slipped under the hem of the young woman's panties. two digits swiped through v's folds teasingly, tracing figure eights while avoiding her clit. "name the corp or i'll stop."

"m-militech!" v cried in spite of herself.

"gooood," rogue cooed, rewarding the merc's cooperation with firm circles directly on her bundle of nerves. v squealed and squirmed against the older woman's fingers, and rogue chuckled. "see, that wasn't so hard. then again, you did lose most of your leverage the second i felt you dripping on my fingers. sorry, honey."

"w-wanna be good..." v murmured, her voice high and thready as pleasure bloomed between her legs.

"i know, sweet girl, and you are," rogue leaned in, eyes boring into v's, the tips of their noses nearly touching. "that's why you're gonna tell me who was protecting luis."

"i don't know, i swear... i just went in, zeroed him and left before anyone noticed me," v tried, however unconvincingly. as expected, rogue saw straight through the merc, and her finger stopped its idle motions on her clit. v whined and scratched the sheets beneath her in frustration, to which rogue snickered.

"no, you didn't. fixer asked you to get that info, and you're the best girl in the biz. c'mon, doll, tell me who was pullin' the strings."

god, v had never regretted being an eyewitness to the fifth corporate war more in her life. she could practically read her own gravestone now: here lies valerie, the gonk street rat who couldn't stay out of arasaka's crosshairs. well, fuck it. if v was signing her own death warrant today, at least she was doing it with rogue on top of her. she took a deep breath. "arasaka."

"that's my girl," rogue praised, quickly maneuvering her hand to push two fingers inside the merc. v couldn't hold back her startled moan. when the fixer curled the tips of her fingers to probe v's walls and ground the heel of her hand against v's clit, the younger woman all but wailed. "having trouble keepin' quiet now, huh? if i had known you'd be this easy, i would've skipped to the good part a while ago."

"'m not a s-slut," v whined, still hanging on to a shred of dignity while rogue's digits worked her open. the fixer chuckled, her fingers never breaking their harsh rhythm.

"not a slut, no," rogue agreed, though the amused look on her face said otherwise. "just a top-tier merc who spills all her intel if you touch 'er right."

not all of it, v thought, holding her tongue for obvious reasons. but it was as if the fixer could hear her thoughts, even over the obscene, wet noises coming from between her legs.

"what was arasaka doing with a militech vehicle? and don't play dumb, i know you go through every computer you come across." knowing rogue would stop fucking her if she offered anything short of the truth, v sighed, resigned.

"they were—ahhh—gonna stage an a-attack," v managed, getting closer and closer to the edge while the older woman drove her fingers relentlessly into v's sweet spot. "make it look like...oh!... like militech hit 'saka."

"highly interesting," rogue mused, stilling her fingers deep inside v, processing the information. v squirmed impatiently, trying to force rogue's fingers deeper. this broke the fixer out of her contemplation. "you're close, can tell. and you have been very good..."

before v could beg to come, rogue leaned over her placed the gentlest kiss on the merc's lips while she withdrew her fingers from her pussy. v melted, beaming to herself even as she ached for rogue to resume working her magic. totally worth it.

"eyes on me now. i want to see your cute face when i make you come," rogue grinned devilishly before scooting down the bed and laying flat on her stomach, face-to-face with the young woman's ruined panties. the fixer licked her lips and slipped the red fabric down v's legs, then tucked it in her pants pocket. rogue rolled up her sleeves and pinned the merc's legs apart before diving in.

"oh god!" v shouted as the fixer licked harsh circles into her clit, three fingers returning to v's warmth. when her digits curled forward into the merc's most sensitive spot, v fucking squealed.

"right there, huh?" rogue laughed under her breath in self-satisfaction.

"please, rogue, can i—ohhh, fuck!"

"let go, v. you've earned it." rogue's mouth returned to v's bundle of nerves, closing over it and applying suction while her fingers stroked v's g-spot. the combined stimulation sent the merc hurtling over the edge, mewling and moaning with abandon. only when the younger woman started poking and pushing rogue away from her center did the older let up. well, she almost let up. a lone finger dwelled on v's clit, rubbing soft spirals and eliciting strung-out whines. "want me to stop?"

"mhmmm, 's too much, f-feels like i'm on fire," v said weakly. rogue paused her ministrations but didn't pull her hand back, instead using two fingers to spread v's folds and coax back the hood of her clit.

"awww, poor girl. don't even know how nice you'll feel if you let it burn."

"sh-show me," v whimpered, against her better judgment, but rogue leapt to comply. her finger made direct contact with the little nub at the apex of v's pussy, rubbing firmly from side to side. when she came again, convulsing and gushing, there was only one word on the merc's tongue: "rogue."

"that's a good girl, stay with me," rogue cooed as v shuddered and eventually relaxed in her arms. the fixer freed v's hands from their fabric confines and held her for some time. v then sat up and began to collect herself, to which rogue finally stood from the bed. "beautiful work as always, valerie. knew you'd listen to reason."

rogue winked and walked out the door, strutting as if the sleeve and collar of her top weren't saturated with wetness. the merc sat reeling on the edge of the bed for a while before johnny materialized in front of her, a grin plastered across his face.

"you can thank me anytime, you know," johnny said smugly, his arms folded across his chest. v gave him an incredulous look. "what? we got laid. never thought rogue would be so good at fuckin' chicks, though. shows what i know."

v flipped johnny off. johnny returned the gesture.

"have a nice day, v."

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AHHHHHH thank you so much for tagging me, I can't wait to read this!!! I can't believe it's taken me 7 days to get to this, this is the highlight of my week!!! 💕💕💕💕

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YAY i'm so glad you're excited about it, i came across your post while looking for rogue x fem!v fics and realized i had to step up for the people 🫡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[springwitch8]

professional encouragement (rogue amendiares x fem!v)

summary: after johnny takes the reigns and goes on a bender, v wakes up in a strange bed with a killer migraine and rogue standing over her. rogue has biz with v—she needs sensitive information about one of the merc's more dicey gigs. when v hesitates to answer her questions, rogue resorts to... creative methods of interrogation.

warnings: lesbian sex HOORAY, bondage, praise kink, a sprinkle of degradation/humiliation, overstim, squirting, older woman/younger woman, dubcon (only cause rogue basically detains v but she consents enthusiastically), interrogation, wingman johnny, post-chippin'-in, streetkid v, uses details from "on a tight leash" gig

notes: @my-kitty-tastes-like-nuka-cola and redheadrogue on ao3 have inspired me to write for rogue and val because holy shit, every fic about them is so good but there are like less than 10 on the whole internet. girlkisser rogue amendiares has lived rent-free in my head since blistering love. enjoy 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

"good, you're awake," v stirred from her slumber when she felt fingers grazing her cheek and smooth syllables tickling her ear. rogue, the breathtaking queen of the afterlife, hovered over v with a curious look on her face. "welcome back to the land of the living. coffee?"

the younger woman stretched and rubbed her eyes, giving the fixer a weak nod. rogue turned, flipping her long silver hair over her shoulder as she poured the hot drink into a cup. v rubbed her legs together under the blankets as she watched rogue move about the room with what v could swear was a spring in her step. what had johnny done with her body last night?

"here. should help with the hangover," the fixer handed v a warm mug and sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes scanning the younger woman's frame.

"johnny ask you to babysit me while the pills wear off?" v asked, cutting through the soft hum of the motel's ventilation. a smile ghosted over rogue's face and she shook her head no. "oh. then why are you still here? did he... did we...?"

"do you know why i like working with you, v?" rogue cut the merc off with a question of her own. v shrugged, cocking her head at the fixer. "you're eager. you obviously like to please."

"obviously? or is that johnny's enlightened take?" v shot back, though the quaver in her voice betrayed her vulnerability.

"i don't need johnny to tell me what's right in front of my eyes," rogue scoffed. "you try to hide it, but i've noticed how you blush and preen every time i give you a compliment. you like leaving your fixers satisfied, impressed. it's not a bad thing."

"what's this about, rogue?" v replied, wishing the older woman would get to the point. "guessin' you didn't wake me up just to tell me how good i am at my job."

"all this to say: i know you're not gonna like what i'm about to ask you, but i need you to answer anyway," rogue went on, planting a firm hand on v's outstretched calf and staring straight into the girl's soul. then, her eyes took on a faint glow and suddenly, the image of a man appeared in the lenses of v's kiroshis. "remember this gonk you dropped a while back? name's josé luis."

v's heart skipped a beat. padre had told her to forget that gig ever happened, and for good reason. the last thing either of them needed was to get mixed up in arasaka's war with militech. "i don't know, rogue, zeroed a lot of people lately. might have to jog my memory," v lied, nervously twirling her hair between two fingers.

"hit was for padre. luis was holed up in some valentinos joint. the guy killed a badge, and ncpd looked the other way," rogue obliged. "that kinda mercy doesn't find its way to just anyone in this city."

"seems like you know about as much as i do," v replied casually, praying rogue couldn't pick up on the fight-or-flight reaction going on in her head. "if you have the detes, what do you need me for?"

"just need you to fill in a few blanks for me, sweetheart. think you can do that?" rogue nudged, smiling sweetly while she stroked v's calf absently. v just barely nodded again. "atta girl. who put out the hit?"

"another badge, 'm pretty sure," v answered the question easily. anybody else wouldn't have even been able to get that info out of her, but this was the fixer of all fixers. if v didn't put aside her professional boundaries and give rogue something, she'd never find work in nc again.

"and what did you find when you got into the building?" rogue prodded.

"targets," v responded with a grin, unable to resist making a quip.

"just valentinos? nothing else?"

"if memory serves," v affirmed, causing the older woman to raise an eyebrow at her. "hard to tell what's real and what's not these days. you know, on account of the brain-eating, chain-smoking parasite taking over my body."

"parasite? i'm wounded, v," johnny glitched into v's line of sight, puffing on a cigarette and tutting at his host. v flipped him off, and he returned the gesture. "and just when i thought we were getting somewhere. what's your plan, anyway? lyin' to rogue won't get you out of this; she can fuckin' sniff it out."

"i don't fuckin' know, johnny," v thought back, exasperated. "i'm at her mercy right now because of your gonkbrained decisions. got any bright ideas?"

"you should be thanking me, woman," johnny countered, and v almost snorted out loud at his audacity. "i'm serious. maybe if you're lucky, she'll tie you up."

johnny lifted his sunglasses slightly to wink at v before disappearing into thin air. internally, the merc rolled her eyes. she had a complicated relationship with authority. v hated being controlled but loved being told what to do. johnny had developed a habit of teasing her about it, especially when one of the more alluring authority figures in v's life was around—like rogue, the most powerful and intoxicating of v's superiors, at least in v's opinion. johnny agreed, of course.

"cat got your tongue, honey?" rogue's low, smooth voice interrupted v's internal back-and-forth. the merc snapped out of her trance to see rogue standing directly over her now, a single fingernail tracing her jaw and forcing her eyes to stay on the fixer. "i asked you a question: do you really think you can fool me? you should know i don't take kindly to being insulted."

"i-i wasn't—" v began, heart hammering in her chest.

"you're spooked. you don't wanna sell out the padre in case he comes after you," rogue cut her off, now standing in front of v with her arms crossed. "remember our conversation about balance? equilibrium demands sacrifice. this thing is bigger than any of us."

"and in this case, i'm the sacrifice?" v asked incredulously.

"don't be silly. i'd never put one of my best mercs in mortal danger," rogue purred as v glared daggers into her. "c'mon, it's not as if that old guy is a major threat to you. what is it your chooms in the valentinos say? 'santa muerte strides beside you?' if you felt so inclined, you could kill half the fixers in this city before we could do a damn thing about it."

"that include you?"

"nope," rogue laughed dryly, "be cute to see you try, though."

v's cheeks warmed and she squirmed, never one to back down from a challenge. she had to do something about her situation, finally. she would overpower rogue and get the hell out of there. v sat for a moment, then lunged at the older woman.

but rogue saw it coming from a mile away. she dodged v's charge and reached around to slot a shard in the side of the girl's head. v fell unconscious almost immediately.

by the time she woke up a few minutes later, rogue had tied v's hands to the bedposts with black silk. the silver-haired woman wore a self-satisfied smirk as she admired her handiwork. "cute."

"not cute!" v wriggled uselessly against the ties, and rogue chuckled. "seriously, rogue? restraints?"

"you had your chance to behave, and you wasted it. this is just," she gestured to v's bound hands, "insurance. so you don't leave here until i get what i want. plus, you did try to jump me just now."

"you basically told me to," v muttered, rolling her eyes. rogue caught it but said nothing, getting straight back to biz.

"let's try this again... what did you see when you went to kill josé luis?" rogue rejoined v on the bed, leaning over the young woman's bound frame with expectant eyes.

"i'm not talking. not unless you have a better reason to put my ass on the line than 'preserving balance,'" v said resolutely, squirming against the silk restraints to demonstrate her defiance.

"and here i thought being held captive would be reason enough for you," rogue drawled. "perhaps i underestimated you. or maybe... you're exactly where you've wanted to be all along."

v snorted. "yeah, cause i've always dreamt of being chained to a bedframe in a dingy motel—"

"most competent solo on my payroll, and yet here you are, bound. helpless. if it were anyone else holding you hostage, you would have already chewed through the fabric around your wrists," rogue went on. "but you're not putting up much of a fight, which gives me pause. makes me think i should have listened to the little birdie who told me you'd respond better to..." rogue trailed a fingernail up v's leg, leaving goosebumps in her wake, "encouragement than intimidation."

fucking johnny.

"at first, i thought he was screwing with me," rogue continued, fingers resting on v's thigh. "but then i realized he was being sincere and everything started to add up: the way you trip over your words on the holo, those skimpy little outfits you wear to the afterlife, your obedience and enthusiasm in our biz."

v couldn't resist pressing her thighs together, searching for relief as rogue's hand slid higher inch by inch. the older woman noticed and sighed disapprovingly. gazing at her frowning face, v was caught completely off guard when rogue shoved her legs apart and perched between them in one fluid motion.

"lucky for you, i've been known to give a pretty girl what she wants if she's good for me," rogue teased, smirking as her fingers roamed over v's abdomen and then up to her chest. rogue leaned over the young woman's body as her hands squeezed gently around v's breasts. the merc couldn't suppress her groan. "softer than i imagined. just like you."

"i'm still not telling you shit," v managed, trying not to gasp and shudder as rogue's thumbs danced across her nipples and heat began to build in her core. "save you the trouble: dunno what johnny told you, but this," v gestured to rogue's hands, still shamelessly caressing v's tits. "isn't workin' on me."

"oh, sure. so if i took off your pants, you wouldn't have anything to hide from me? no reason to be shy?"

"none whatsoever," v bluffed, hoping her manufactured confidence would be enough to convince the older woman. but in the back of her mind, v anticipated rogue's next words before they left her mouth.

"hmmm... we'll see," the fixer breathed with a smirk as her hands reluctantly parted from v's chest. rogue teased her fingers down v's abdomen until she reached the button on her black pants. the older woman held eye contact with v as she undid the button and unzipped her pants, dragging them hastily down the merc's toned legs. when rogue turned away to throw the pants on the floor, v snapped her legs together. the fixer noticed and threw v a dangerous look. "don't hide from me."

with that, rogue pried v's knees apart and held them there, gazing at the red lace cloth covering the merc's pussy. lo and behold, the fabric in the middle was dark and damp.

"ohhh, v," rogue cooed at the sight, grinning as the merc's face became flushed. "poor girl. beautiful, desperate, soaked, stupid girl. didn't even try to resist me, just offered yourself up like a needy joytoy."

v writhed and dripped between her legs in response to the older woman's words. rogue hummed in self-satisfaction and brought one manicured finger to v's clothed center, brushing up and down the wet fabric as lightly as a feather. v tried to restrain herself, tried not to buck her hips at the fixer's touch, but failed.

"thought you said this wasn't gonna work on you," rogue teased smugly as the dark red spot between v's legs grew beneath her fingertips. the older woman then found v's clit through the cloth and pressed down, rubbing firm circles into her. "now," rogue slowed her ministrations to a stop, and v whined in protest, "answer my question."

"i might've seen some corp stuff," v confessed. rogue rewarded her by pressing her finger down and moving it back and forth on v's clit. v threw her head back and continued in a breathy voice, not willing to risk rogue stopping again. "think there was a-an suv..."

"recognize any logos?" rogue pressed v as her fingers slipped under the hem of the young woman's panties. two digits swiped through v's folds teasingly, tracing figure eights while avoiding her clit. "name the corp or i'll stop."

"m-militech!" v cried in spite of herself.

"gooood," rogue cooed, rewarding the merc's cooperation with firm circles directly on her bundle of nerves. v squealed and squirmed against the older woman's fingers, and rogue chuckled. "see, that wasn't so hard. then again, you did lose most of your leverage the second i felt you dripping on my fingers. sorry, honey."

"w-wanna be good..." v murmured, her voice high and thready as pleasure bloomed between her legs.

"i know, sweet girl, and you are," rogue leaned in, eyes boring into v's, the tips of their noses nearly touching. "that's why you're gonna tell me who was protecting luis."

"i don't know, i swear... i just went in, zeroed him and left before anyone noticed me," v tried, however unconvincingly. as expected, rogue saw straight through the merc, and her finger stopped its idle motions on her clit. v whined and scratched the sheets beneath her in frustration, to which rogue snickered.

"no, you didn't. fixer asked you to get that info, and you're the best girl in the biz. c'mon, doll, tell me who was pullin' the strings."

god, v had never regretted being an eyewitness to the fifth corporate war more in her life. she could practically read her own gravestone now: here lies valerie, the gonk street rat who couldn't stay out of arasaka's crosshairs. well, fuck it. if v was signing her own death warrant today, at least she was doing it with rogue on top of her. she took a deep breath. "arasaka."

"that's it," rogue praised, quickly maneuvering her hand to push two fingers inside the merc. v couldn't hold back her startled moan. when the fixer curled the tips of her fingers to probe v's walls and ground the heel of her hand against v's clit, the younger woman all but wailed. "having trouble keepin' quiet now, huh? if i had known you'd be this easy, i would've skipped to the good part a while ago."

"'m not a s-slut," v whined, still hanging on to a shred of dignity while rogue's digits worked her open. the fixer chuckled, her fingers never breaking their harsh rhythm.

"not a slut, no," rogue agreed, though the amused look on her face said otherwise. "just a top-tier merc who spills all her intel if you touch 'er right."

not all of it, v thought, holding her tongue for obvious reasons. but it was as if the fixer could hear her thoughts, even over the obscene, wet noises coming from between her legs.

"what was arasaka doing with a militech vehicle? and don't play dumb, i know you go through every computer you come across." knowing rogue would stop fucking her if she offered anything short of the truth, v sighed, resigned.

"they were—ahhh—gonna stage an a-attack," v managed, getting closer and closer to the edge while the older woman drove her fingers relentlessly into v's sweet spot. "make it look like...oh!... like militech hit 'saka."

"highly interesting," rogue mused, stilling her fingers deep inside v, processing the information. v squirmed impatiently, trying to force rogue's fingers deeper. this broke the fixer out of her contemplation. "you're close, can tell. and you have been very good..."

before v could beg to come, rogue leaned over her placed the gentlest kiss on the merc's lips while she withdrew her fingers from her pussy. v melted, beaming to herself even as she ached for rogue to resume working her magic. totally worth it.

"eyes on me now. i want to see your cute face when i make you come," rogue grinned devilishly before scooting down the bed and laying flat on her stomach, face-to-face with the young woman's ruined panties. the fixer licked her lips and slipped the red fabric down v's legs, then tucked it in her pants pocket. rogue rolled up her sleeves and pinned the merc's legs apart before diving in.

"oh god!" v shouted as the fixer licked harsh circles into her clit, three fingers returning to v's warmth. when her digits curled forward into the merc's most sensitive spot, v fucking squealed.

"let me guess: right there?" rogue teased, cocky and self-satisfied. she almost sounded like johnny.

"please, rogue, can i—ohhh, fuck!"

"let go, v. you've earned it." rogue's mouth returned to v's bundle of nerves, closing over it and applying suction while her fingers stroked v's g-spot. the combined stimulation sent the merc hurtling over the edge, mewling and moaning with abandon. only when the younger woman started poking and pushing rogue away from her center did the older let up. well, she almost let up. a lone finger dwelled on v's clit, rubbing soft spirals and eliciting strung-out whines. "want me to stop?"

"mhmmm, 's too much, f-feels like i'm on fire," v said weakly. rogue paused her ministrations but didn't pull her hand back, instead using two fingers to spread v's folds and coax back the hood of her clit.

"oh v, don't you know how nice you'll feel if you let it burn?"

"sh-show me," v whimpered, against her better judgment, but rogue leapt to comply. her finger made direct contact with the little nub at the apex of v's pussy, rubbing firmly from side to side. when she came again, convulsing and gushing, there was only one word on the merc's tongue: "rogue."

"that's a good girl, stay with me," rogue cooed as v shuddered and eventually relaxed in her arms. the fixer freed v's hands from their fabric confines and held her for some time. v then sat up and began to collect herself, to which rogue finally stood from the bed. "beautiful work as always, valerie. knew you'd listen to reason."

rogue winked and walked out the door, strutting as if the sleeve and collar of her top weren't saturated with wetness. the merc sat reeling on the edge of the bed for a while before johnny materialized in front of her, a grin plastered across his face.

"you can thank me anytime, you know," johnny said smugly, his arms folded across his chest. v gave him an incredulous look. "what? we got laid. never thought rogue would be so good at fuckin' chicks, though. shows what i know."

v flipped johnny off. johnny returned the gesture.

"have a nice day, v."

[springwitch8]

venus, are you there? (agatha harkness x fem!witch!reader)

💜 reupload sorry i fucked up and i'm really sad about it 💜

summary: your patron goddess, venus, has been distant lately. you don't know what you did to upset her, but your life and your powers have been suffering in her absence. you visit the local mage, agatha harkness, about your problem. as you come to find out, it takes a special kind of ritual to provoke the goddess of love.

warnings: lesbian sex duh (18+), DUBCON (innocent!reader is really into agatha's "counsel" but oblivious to her sexual intentions until they're doing the deed), historic westview AU (before it was a suburb, it was a magical village), agatha's improv skills, no beta we die like lilia

notes: after much rumination on the AAA finale, i've decided that being a lifelong liar and diabolical villain can only make a lesbian hotter. centuries is a long time to live, and my brain has gone wild thinking of all the messed-up ways agatha must have passed the time. i imagine she had some fun with the women around her—giving them the attention and stimulation they needed, regardless of whether they knew it or not. gotta keep the bed warm between all the power-stealing and mass murder, am i right ladies?

"agatha harkness, mother of witches, watches over westview from her dwelling on the hill. any spell you can't cast, she will."

so the story went, passed around among the women of the village. if they were to be believed, agatha ran an apothecary out of her home, a one-stop shop of sorts for witches in dire need of guidance. the locals spoke about her with admiration, and the tales of her magical miracles were legend.

hardly a day went by without some talk of agatha's feats: how she unbound someone's great-aunt after the woman had been powerless for decades, or how she rescued a friend of a friend from certain death after a nasty broomstick accident.

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venus, goddess of love and beauty, had been guiding you all your life. when you were little, you saw her sometimes in the flower-dotted meadow behind your house—a spectral angel, wrapped in pink silk with her hand outstretched to you.

now, though, venus had been silent for nearly a month. her altar was covered in offerings, none of which seemed to please her. you tried every trick under the moon to lure your patron goddess out of hiding, but nothing stuck.

with every failure, things felt increasingly... off. out of the blue, your jewelry degraded to the point that it looked cheap and rusty. you felt tired more often; your skin grew cold and dry. then, you started to feel venus's absence in your relationships. when you got into a huge fight with your best friend over a random misunderstanding, you knew you had to do something.

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bouncing anxiously on your heels, you waited for agatha to answer the knocks at her door. there was something foreboding about her house in all its gothic glory.

the intricately carved door swung open and there she was, the fabled mother of witches. long brown waves cascaded over her purple-clad shoulders, wild tresses gliding over a silken cloak. you hadn't expected her to be so gorgeous. you'd always pictured the local legend as a crone.

"can i help you, sweetheart?" her voice was warm and lilting. you were almost too staggered by her darkly striking looks to reply, and agatha seemed to know it. her eyes sparkled with amusement, and the corners of her mouth tilted upward.

"um, i hope so," you finally managed before steadying yourself with a deep breath. "venus is my guide, but she's been ignoring me lately. all my gifts and devotions have been worthless; i still can't find her."

"hmmm..." agatha hummed in contemplation, her brows furrowed and fingernails tapping rhythmically against the doorframe. moments later, she ushered you inside and closed the door behind you. "what have you offered her? do you have a proper altar at home?"

"yes, and i've tried everything: fresh roses and myrtle, sea shells, wine, honey, chocolate..." you trailed off as you noticed the scenery around you.

agatha's walls were covered from floor to ceiling in magical materials and aids. she had jars upon jars of herbs, petals and extracts; woven tapestries of pagan deities and common incantations; various crystals suspended in place, arranged to form rune-like symbols; and a massive "death" tarot card in a frame lined with wilted flowers.

as you looked around her home, awestruck, agatha gently nudged you toward her couch. you sunk into the black leather and surveyed the coffee table in front of you, similarly cluttered with witchy items like candles, incense, and a cauldron. agatha stayed on her feet, pacing back and forth while she pondered your situation.

"how long has it been since you last sensed her?" agatha asked. you felt your face heat up when she turned her intense blue gaze to you. you could practically feel the power radiating off of her.

"about a month," you answered sheepishly, wringing your hands in your lap. a look of intrigue flashed across the witch's face and she stalked toward you. soon, she was standing behind the couch where you were sat, her hands firm on your shoulders.

"you're a pretty girl..." she thought out loud, and you squirmed subtly in place at the compliment. "servant of venus, and it shows..." her fingernails traced barely-there spirals on either side of your neck, and goosebumps spread across your skin. satisfied, agatha pulled away to resume her pacing. "got anyone special in your life?"

"i-i'm close with some of the other witches in town, and my grandma lives in the next village over—"

"not what i meant, honey," agatha purred and perched herself on the couch next to you. "who looks after your needs?" you didn't reply, staring at her quizzically. she tried again. "cute thing like you must have a gentleman caller or two, no?"

"not at the moment," you shook your head. "although there was a man who passed through westview a while back, a traveler. he courted me."

"and were you intimate with this nomad?"

"he only kissed me once, right before he left town. said he'd be back for me."

"how did it feel?"

"p-pardon?" you stammered, not expecting to be grilled on your romantic history today—let alone by agatha harkness, who grinned like a cheshire cat at your shyness.

"magic-wise, i mean. acts of affection can trigger power surges, especially for witches who follow venus... if she approves."

"i don't remember sensing anything out of the ordinary," you shrugged. "i wasn't expecting to feel a spark right away; it was just nice to be admired."

"i'm sure, but you're a disciple of venus. do keep in mind: she rules over love, not self-esteem," agatha took hold of your hand while she advised you, sending a chill up your arm. "i have a theory. when did you meet this man?"

"five or six weeks ago, i'd say."

"then it sounds like your goddess was displeased with your choice of lover."

"what, so she's just gone? i kissed the wrong guy and she gave up on me?"

"oh no, sweetpea, you just have to get her attention again."

"how can i do that?" agatha paused at the question, surveying the room in all its magical madness.

"do you still have power?"

"yes," you said, extending your palm toward her—only your magic wouldn't spark. it fizzled, emitting blots of pale pink, but you couldn't get your powers flowing fully.

"oh dear! looks like your magic's not flowing right. it's still there, promise."

"how can you tell?"

agatha narrowed her eyes and gave you a smirk that made you clench your thighs together. then she surged forward, cupping your face and kissing you deeply before you even knew what was happening.

agatha's kiss was hungry, purposeful. her tongue lapped at yours while her fingers sent purple caresses along your jawline. she took your breath away and set your body on fire all at once. to your disappointment, she subsequently pulled away.

"see, lovebug?" she beamed at the sight of you with hooded eyes and kiss-swollen lips. then, she held your open palm up to your light of sight. "you've still got it."

sure enough, the glow of your magic was there. it was weak, but it was there, swirling in the center of your hand.

"why don't you try lifting that spell jar over there?" agatha gestured to a small object on a wall shelf. "the one with the pink wax seal."

you aimed your palm at the spell jar and focused your energy, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't harness the telekinetic power to make it budge. you huffed in frustration.

"don't lose hope, angel," agatha rubbed your thigh comfortingly. "i know a ritual."

"you can bring venus back to my side? really?" you perked up in near-disbelief.

"would you be here if you doubted me?" she quipped back, forcing a conciliatory head shake out of you. "didn't think so. now take your clothes off."

"what?" your eyes almost bulged out of your head, but your thighs clenched together involuntarily at the thought of the older witch seeing your body. one predatory smile from agatha, and your mind was officially at war with your body. she stroked your cheek in mock sympathy, but you could see the amusement in her eyes. she gestured to the wall opposite you both, plastered with photos and illustrations of nude witches dancing under the moon and wading into the sea.

"precious few magical rites involve fabric, darling," agatha soothed. "it's an unnecessary barrier between your energy and the earth."

reluctant yet hanging on her every word, you relented and stripped for her. there was a pleased glint in her eye while she watched your body intently. you peeled off your clothes, giving her occasional anxious looks while you bared yourself.

"good girl," she cooed, watching you shift uneasily from foot to foot. your nipples hardened at a chill, and you could swear her eyes darkened in response. you blinked, and she was in front of you, her robes mere inches from your naked body. after another blink and a rush of purple, you found yourself in another room in the sprawling house—what seemed, at a cursory glance, like agatha's bedroom. "pardon the change of scenery; this is the most magically protected place in the house. now," she gestured to a king-sized, plush purple bed. "on your back, gorgeous. get nice and comfy so we can draw out your power."

"are you gonna have me meditate? or, ummm, astral project?" you asked in arousal and disbelief.

"sure, more or less," she chuckled darkly. impatient, she sent you floating to the center of the mattress with a purple mist. standing at the foot of the bed, she stared at you like you were her last meal. you heard a faint, sparkling whoosh and looked up to see tendrils of violet flying from her palms, a knowing grin on her face. when her magic latched onto your skin and began to stroke its way up your thighs, she piped up again. "can you feel that, sweet girl?"

before you could respond, agatha pounced. she caged your body with hers and dove for a sensitive spot on your neck. she suckled, and you gave a breathy moan that seemed to excite her.

she made her way down to your sternum with sloppy kisses, then turned her attention to your breasts—squeezing and caressing them while you both sighed in pleasure. her hands were rough and greedy and felt so good.

"is this, ahhh, part of the—" agatha cut you off by pinching your nipple between her fingers, rolling it while threads of her magic danced around the sensitive bud. when she closed her mouth around your other nipple, your back arched off the bed, and the three candles on agatha's nightstand spontaneously lit. you gaped at the witch above you in shock. "did i do that?"

"sure did, superstar. i told you this ritual would draw out your power," the older witch said with a smugly victorious smile. she gave each of your tits a kiss farewell before reluctantly parting with them. then, she planted a meandering path of energy-infused smooches from your chest all the way down to your lower belly. even the gentlest touches of her magic electrified your nerve endings, making you writhe under agatha in a silent plea for more, more, more. "oh dear, aren't you needy?"

"yes, yes please agatha, i need you to..." you trailed off upon seeing the expectant, self-satisfied look on the woman's face. the clouds of your desire parted momentarily, and you finally realized what exactly you were asking the mother of witches to do for you (to you). agatha had seduced you into her lair, reduced you to a begging mess. you decided right then and there not to hold it against her. "finish the ritual."

"how could i deny such a polite request from such a pretty girl?" agatha cooed before snapping her fingers, pinning your legs open with her magic. your ankles were bound to opposite corners of the bed by shimmering purple cuffs of energy. agatha grinned wolfishly as she situated herself between your spread legs. "alright, baby, just relax. let yourself feel."

you released a shaky breath and closed your eyes in preparation for agatha's touch. at the first stroke of her fingers through your folds, you felt magic crackling in your veins. you tried to stay on top of the wave of power that threatened to overwhelm you.

"goddess, you're dripping. that's a good sign," agatha drawled, her eyes fixed on her fingers as they lightly stroked up and down your pussy. with no warning, her pointer finger found your clit and pressed down, eliciting a yelp from you. when she began to draw firm circles on the bundle of nerves, you cried out, and the candles on agatha's bedside table rumbled like they were about to tip over. "that's my girl. feels nice when i rub you there, hmmm?"

"s'good, agatha, please don't stop..." you babbled breathlessly, your hips bucking toward her hand. agatha made a low growling sound and laid her free arm across your abdomen, pinning your lower body to the mattress. then, while you were still reeling from her manhandling, she slipped two slender fingers inside you. "oh!" you squealed at the foreign sensation, the sudden fullness. her digits probed your pussy, searching for something. you squirmed as her long fingers combed your fluttering walls. "ag—ahhh, i feel funny."

"i know, sweetie, just bear with me for a second here. you're taking it so well," agatha's free hand twitched and sent a bolt of tingling purple warmth to your clit, rewarding your patience. you gasped and bit your lip to keep from screaming. agatha wasn't even touching your bundle of nerves, yet you could feel her playing with it all the same. while agatha chuckled at your barely-restrained desire, her fingers found your g-spot. this time, you couldn't suppress a keening moan. "oooh, i like that sound. stay loud, lovely girl; let venus hear you."

she emphasized her words with a hard stroke of her fingertips against your special spot, and you shrieked. your hands scrambled for purchase somewhere, anywhere, and ultimately clung to two threads tied to the bedframe above your head. you didn't remember them being there before, but you figured it was one of agatha's tricks. had you opened your eyes, you would have seen the rosy color of the glowing strings and realized that you, not agatha, conjured them.

"are you close, baby girl? i can feel your magic pulsing and flowing," agatha whispered with a sultry wink. you clenched around her fingers and she cackled, pressing her violet-charged thumb to your clit and doubling the energetic stimulation there. you yanked at the pink restraints above your head and writhed pathetically at her touch. "if the ritual is true, you're about to experience pure ecstasy. say my name when you do."

it was all too much. her fingers twisted inside you and brushed your g-spot while her thumb rubbed vibrating, sparkling circles on your clit. a wave of white-hot bliss crested over you, and you cried out: "agatha!"

"princess," the older witch soothed as she continued her ruthless strokes. she looked around in awe as the room was bathed in blushing light, your just-recovered power shining in the afterglow of your orgasm. but agatha didn't let up. she wanted a replay of your precious, pleasured face. when you tried to wiggle out of her grasp, she scoffed. "don't pretend you can't give me another because you're going to, little witch."

she then ducked down to mouth at your clit while sneaking a third finger into you, curling to hit your most sensitive spots with vibrating energy. she took your button into her mouth and sucked vigorously, which sent you floating over the edge once more. again you screamed her name, but this time you also reached for her free hand where it rested on your chest. her fingers eagerly intertwined with yours, and your magic reached out for hers—a pink orb yearning for a touch of purple, charged hands held together by attraction.

"come back to me, superstar," the older woman coaxed as your orgasm faded. she smiled and guided your palm into your field of view. there it was, as if it had never dimmed: your power. agatha had fulfilled her promise. "told you so. i could have stopped after one, so that second round was just for me—you're stunning when you come."

"you... you did it. you got her back," you whispered in disbelief and gratitude. "thank you, agatha. i don't know how to repay you for this."

"oh, i can think of a few ways," she laughed, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "how about you show me what you can do with all that power, honey?"

you sat up and stared at her, confused. she took your glowing hand and dragged it over her upper thigh, exposed by a slit in her dress. you took the hint, swiftly using your magic to vanish her clothes just as she'd done for you. you waved her legs apart and teased your way through her folds, savoring the feeling of her arousal on your fingers. agatha huffed.

"that all you got, daughter of venus? not even gonna touch me witch-style?" agatha provoked. you sighed but gave in, your index finger sending a beam of pink stimulation to explore her from the inside. she gasped and bucked her hips at you frantically. smirking, you lowered your face down to her pussy and started worshipping her clit. while you sucked the bundle of nerves into your mouth, your hands snuck up to agatha's chest. you tweaked her nipples with magic-tinged fingers, and the triple stimulation made the older witch fall apart. "such a good, sweet girl... don't stop, angel..."

you kept working diligently until the witch groaned and pushed you away with a wall of violet. you sat back on your knees and gazed at her, dazedly waiting for any sign of approval. as soon as agatha recovered from her high, she caught you by surprise with a deep, heated kiss.

"you, my darling, are full of surprises," agatha booped your nose as she pulled away. "and look at you!" she cradled your hand and pressed her finger into the center of your swirling, rosy magic. "got your groove back. i told you i'd fix ya right up, and the ritual wasn't so bad, was it?"

"n-no, it was... thank you," you stammered, still reacting to the ritual. "how much do i owe you?"

"don't be silly, toots," agatha said melodically while she wrapped her arms around you and lay back. "i believe in karma. you'll pay me back in kind someday, sugar; don't sweat it today."

"what if she leaves again?" you whispered, feeling agatha's shallow breathing against the crown of your head as she snuggled you. she shook her head, and you felt her nose moving from side to side.

"shhh, sweetheart," she cooed, running her fingers up and down the exposed side of your torso. "that's what i'm here for. any more problems, you come to me. i'd happily make you feel good as new."

satisfied, you burrowed into agatha's hold and drifted off to sleep. with the object of her desire finally at her mercy, agatha was pleased too. she thought about her next move; she'd need to possess another man to pursue you and throw off your powers again. you'd probably get wise to it after the third or fourth guy, but what could you do about it? try to kill her? agatha smiled at the day's work and breathed in your scent, lulling herself to sleep.

[springwitch8]

picture you (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

summary: when melissa comes over to check on you after a rowdy night, she's met with a tantalizing display of what the thought of her stirs in you.

warnings: lesbian sex duh (18+), voyeurism, masturbation, squirting, alcohol consumption and memory loss, teasing, vibrators, overstimulation, "casual" sapphic situationship

notes: hi sorry for being gone for six months (if anyone cares), but i'm back at least temporarily for kinktober. this is a fic based on "picture you" by chappell roan, so go listen to it for the full experience. i feel like this is kinda bad and idk why i wrote it other than i'm gay and deprived of affection. but that's the writer's burden is it not

the morning after ava's halloween party, you startled yourself awake with a jolt and a gasp. given how much alcohol you'd had the previous night, you expected to wake up in a puddle of sweat or worse. instead, you were tucked into your bed, dry, warm, and barely hung over. well, mostly dry.

you shifted your legs under the sheets and sighed. another pair of panties ruined because of her, you thought.

and yeah, you did blame melissa. she spent the whole night riling you up, only to then deny you sex because you were drunk. the two of you had been hooking up at every opportunity for a couple weeks. it was meant to be an occasional thing, an escape from the stress and tension of your daily lives as educators. but once you finally got your hands on each other, neither of you wanted to pull away.

vignettes from the previous night played on a loop in your mind. your memory of the party was a hazy blur that began at melissa's place. after much convincing, melissa had agreed to be the rio to your agatha for halloween. it was an easy look to throw together last-minute, given the amount of green in her wardrobe and black in both yours and hers. this was convenient because ava, true to form, had announced her party just two days before it was meant to happen.

"hold still," melissa said as she leaned into you. your eyes fluttered shut as she lifted the purple-dusted makeup brush to your eyelid. her free hand found purchase on your thigh. you held your breath as she gently applied the eyeshadow. "shakin' ain't still, princess."

"sorry," you breathed. she painted your other eyelid and then reached into her bag, retrieving a soft pink lipstick. she uncapped it and raised it to your mouth.

"open," she said simply. your lips parted and she smoothed the lipstick on. you were so focused on the command and the smell of her perfume and how close her face was to yours; you didn't even notice the way her fingers were slowly creeping up your thigh. "alright, pretty girl, you're done."

she withdrew her hand from your inner thigh and smiled when you whimpered at the loss. then she took your hand, pulled the hood of her green cloak over her head, and started toward the door. you scoffed at her fruitless teasing.

"come on," she planted a kiss on your cheek. "we're already late."

lying in bed, you remembered how she looked in that moment: the slinky black dress teasing her cleavage, the lacy green robe draped over her shoulders and caressing her long red waves. you recalled the warmth of her palm on your leg and the unmistakable lust in her smoky eyes. your face flushed and you squirmed under the covers.

once again you felt the dampness of your underwear, which reminded you of the racy dream you had after melissa tucked you into bed and left. you pressed your thighs together as the dream came back to you in bits and pieces—a subconscious compilation of all the things you wanted her to do to you last night.

in your mind's eye, you saw the redhead pinning you against ava's bathroom door, one hand over your mouth and one sneaking under your skirt. you remembered dancing with her, her hands running greedily along your curves and summoning goosebumps in their wake, and imagined what would have happened if her fingers had dared to venture under your dress. you could practically hear her reaction: "no bra? you must want me bad, baby."

now you were hot and bothered again at the mere image of her. almost unconsciously, you reached down and dragged your ruined underwear down your legs, leaving you bare except for the oversized tee melissa picked out for you to sleep in. on instinct, your fingers began to migrate down your body, searching for the source of the tingling between your legs. another flashback from the party swept your psyche.

the game was simple: you jump, you drink. you, melissa, mr. johnson and gregory—who was only participating out of loyalty to his unspoken status as the most rational and collected teacher at abbott—all played along while watching sinister.

"sit on my lap, sweetheart," melissa whispered in your ear as the opening credits played. there was plenty of room for the four of you on ava's couch, but that didn't matter to the redhead. when you sheepishly complied, gregory gave you both a puzzled look. "gotta make sure this one doesn't cheat."

you got comfy on melissa's lap and watched the screen, steeling yourself for the scares ahead. not even ten minutes into the movie, you had to take your first drink. the protagonist crept around while ominous music grew ever louder, and you braced yourself for the first jumpscare. just then, while you were on the edge of your "seat" on top of her, melissa pinched the back of your right thigh harshly. you startled in her lap, and mr. johnson hollered, "that counts, bottoms up!" melissa smirked and soothed a thumb over the bit of skin she'd squeezed while you sulked through a shot of vodka.

"don't be scared, honey. it's just me," she cooed, continuing to rub firm circles into your flesh. you couldn't stop yourself from thinking of her repeating that same motion elsewhere on your body. feigning fear at the movie, you turned away from the screen and buried your burning face in the crook of melissa's neck.

lost in reminiscence, you were hardly conscious of the fact that your fingers had begun drawing circles on your clit. you whimpered, lamenting that your own touch would never be as magical as melissa's. you had only the memory of how her fingers felt on your body, how her sultry voice sounded in your ear. these things alone were enough to make you spread your legs and touch yourself in earnest.

about an hour into sinister, melissa cut you off. you had been jumpscared one too many times, and the older woman decided it was time to switch out your alcohol for water. this meant that when the film was over and it was time to go home, you were more coherent... but only by a little bit.

sitting next to you on the edge of your bed, melissa pulled at the ties on your purple dress until the garment fell away from your torso. giddy with excitement because she was finally undressing you, you turned around and placed an enthusiastic kiss on her lips. she reciprocated, but pulled back when you reached for the buttons on her dress.

"no touching, my little witch," she said, batting your hand away. you huffed and pouted at her. "you're drunk. don't start. if you're good for me tonight, maybe i'll reward you tomorrow."

tomorrow.

your eyes flew open and sure enough, there she was—leaning forward through the doorframe, dressed in a blue jacket and leather pants, a smug smile on her face. your hand froze between your legs.

"no, please, go on. i was enjoyin' the show," melissa teased. "unless... you need my help?" she took a few small, measured steps toward you. "sounded like it from downstairs. you know i can't resist you when you moan my name, angel."

"i was... saying your name?" you asked.

"oh yeah, you've been whining for me since i got here," at your look of alarm and embarrassment, she went on. "babydoll, i heard dirtier things from you last night anyway."

at this, your mouth dropped open. you had no idea what she was referring to, and she could tell. she grinned and stalked toward the bed.

"you don't remember, do ya? well, that's a shame. you were beggin' me to touch you, sayin' you'd die if i didn't," her fingernail found your calf and traced a slow, meandering path up your bare leg. "it was cute. i've never seen you so needy."

more clips from the previous night ran through your head. melissa trying to help you into your pajamas while you grabbed at her fingers, trying to drag them where you wanted them. the stern look she gave you when you arched your back, pushing your breasts into her working hands. in the present, your whole body ran hot with embarrassment, and melissa chuckled.

"i came here to pull you back from the brink of death, sweetie, but if you'd rather do it yourself..." melissa trailed off, lifting her finger from your skin.

"no!" you protested, taking hold of her hand and looking deeply into her olive-green eyes. "please, i still need you."

"that's what i thought," she beamed, positioning herself over you. "now... what do you want, princess? fingers or tongue?"

"fuck—" you gasped as she cupped and squeezed your tits through your shirt. "tongue, please."

melissa wasted no time, lifting up your shirt and inching toward your center with featherlight kisses down your torso. when she finally reached the hem of your panties, she rubbed her finger back and forth along your clothed sex. "so messy today," she cooed before sliding the garment down your legs.

"yeah, 'cause you spent the whole party feeling me u-" your scoff gave way to a moan as melissa licked through your folds. your frustration melted away with each hot stroke of her tongue, just as she intended. she devoured every drop of you she could reach while you mewled, helpless against the pleasure. "god, yes!"

"not god, babygirl, me," melissa drawled between licks. she teased around your clit for what felt like forever, until your pleading noises cracked her resolve. she stimulated your bundle of nerves by drawing, and then scribbling, spirals with her tongue. "that's it, honey. doesn't that feel nice? isn't that worth waiting for?"

"yes, yeah," you babbled, already getting close from her ministrations. when your hips began to buck against her mouth, she paused. when she withdrew from the bed altogether and went to rifle through her bag, you huffed. "i didn't come, mel."

"i know you didn't, doll. that beautiful brain of yours gave me some great ideas last night, ya know," she said with a hint of amusement. "kept telling me to use toys on ya so i wouldn't technically be touching you while you were drunk. your logic was nonsense, but it did get me thinkin' of more creative ways to play with you."

once she was done speaking, she held up a deep green, curved dildo to your line of sight.

"it's a g-spot vibrator. can i try it out on you?"

you nodded vigorously, and she grinned. melissa grabbed the vibrator and positioned herself between your spread legs, nuzzling into your clit just to hear your sharp gasp. she switched to swiping her thumb over your button while her dominant hand teased your entrance with the toy.

"just relax, sweetheart, open up for me," she coaxed as she pressed the tip of the dildo inside you. fortunately you were more than wet enough to take the stretch, and it went a lot more smoothly once melissa turned on low vibrations. her finger traced lazy yet encouraging patterns on your clit. once the toy was fully sheathed inside you, it nestled against your most sensitive spot. even the gentlest vibrations made you shake and squeal. "aw, is that the spot, angel? good girl, i knew you could take it."

melissa turned up the vibrations by three settings, and it took all your willpower not to scream. while you adjusted to the new sensation, her mouth returned to your clit and suckled. the pressure on both of your sensitive spots proved too much, and you tumbled over the edge for the first time that morning. the redhead only doubled down in her efforts as you jerked and trembled through your release, nursing on your bundle of nerves with force.

when the stimulation started to feel overwhelming in the afterglow of your orgasm, your panicked eyes flitted to melissa. the pleased smirk never left her face as she dialed up the vibrator by several more notches and swapped her mouth out for her fingers rubbing your clit. "last night you promised i could fuck you however i wanted, for as long as i wanted. well, now i'm giving you what you begged for. how's it feel to be at my mercy?"

you moaned and writhed frantically as a second, more powerful wave of pleasure threatened to crest at any moment.

"is this what you were thinkin' about when i came in? me in that pretty costume, taking good care of your pussy?"

with these words, a drive of the dildo into your g-spot, and a pinch of your clit, you came undone again. this time melissa's hands were soaked in a gush of wetness, but she kept on rubbing you through the very last spasm.

"what, you been holdin' out on me? you've never done that before," melissa said lightly, passing you a glass of cold water. you shrugged and looked away in embarrassment. "hey," she started, lifting your jaw in her hand to meet her gaze, "it was gorgeous. and now i'm gonna try like hell to make you come like that every single time."

as she gathered her things, you cocked your head. she usually preferred to stick around and let you return the favor. melissa noticed your raised eyebrow and offered an explanation.

"i got errands to run today, and satisfying my girl was first on the list," she said before leaning in for a deep kiss. "i'll see you tomorrow at work, okay hon?"

you didn't have the chance to reply before she slipped out the door. she had spent the night looking after you and the morning pleasing you, then called you her girl. ha, you thought, so much for casual.

[springwitch8]

flowers and firsts (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

summary: being the gracious friend you are, you offer to share your weed with melissa and jacob for a fun friday night at their place. when jacob goes to bed, things get heated between you and your favorite coworker.

warnings: smut (18+), consensual high sex, recreational marijuana use (be responsible), strap-ons, praise kink, vibrators, soft melissa, stoner reader, attempts at comedy (it's a fun fic guys), mario kart 8 GONE SEXUAL

notes: happy 4/20. this wasn't requested, but my OCD is beating the fuck out of me rn and writing it brought me comfort. let me know what you think. much love from your favorite slutty stoner 💚

"i know kids are curious, but eighth grade is a bit early to try weed, right?" jacob bounced his leg anxiously as he raised the question to his friends in the teachers' lounge. one of his students had just been suspended for bringing marijuana to school, and jacob was characteristically worried about the kid.

"i started in tenth grade, but teenagers are growin' up younger and younger these days," melissa responded. barbara raised her eyebrows in shock, and melissa reacted with an amused half-smile. "like trouble over here. when was your first time, hon?"

you tried to ignore the innuendo as melissa invited you into the conversation. you had been hired to teach the third grade a few months ago. you and melissa had a rapport from the first moment you walked into the lounge. every time you were in a room together, you made each other laugh. melissa made you feel at ease in your new workplace, and you felt lucky to have her.

because you both got along so well, ava often paired you up for team-building exercises and combined-class activities. the two of you weren't exactly close friends yet, but you had chemistry. that much was obvious to everyone at abbott.

"tenth grade for me, too," you answered between sips of your morning coffee. "a friend and i did it in the bathroom before art class. good memories."

"what, did you have some kinda fancy vape pen?" melissa cocked an eyebrow at you.

"i wouldn't call it fancy, but yeah, we mostly smoked carts," you explained. "bought 'em from the upperclassmen in the parking lot before school. i'm pretty sure they weren't pure weed, though. we had to be smoking battery acid, or plastic or something."

"god, your generation is weird. smokin' chemicals out of a flash drive," melissa said, gesturing wildly to convey her amazement. "the first time i got high was in detention. my buddy steve would sneak in and bring us cigarettes and blunts. they all looked the same, so we played russian roulette with it. now everybody walks around with those neon devices in their pockets."

"i can't tell if you're being serious or if you're referencing the breakfast club," you giggled, nudging the redhead's shoulder jokingly as you sat down next to her.

"ha ha, very funny, little miss," melissa deadpanned. you had asked her to stop calling you "kid" a few weeks ago. she respected your wishes by coming up with all sorts of endearing synonyms to call you instead. "what about you, jacob? you used to vape—ever experimented with mary jane?"

"or mark john?" you added. melissa snorted and gave you a playful swat on the arm.

"no, actually, i haven't," jacob said, rolling his eyes at your quip. "i didn't have many friends in high school or college, and after that i had to be drug tested regularly for teachers without borders. i never got the chance."

"well, if you ever feel like trying something new, i have plenty to share," you offered. "can't have you over at my place, though; every time i bring guests around, my crazy neighbor thinks they're cia operatives."

everyone in the room except melissa gave you a shocked look. barbara looked especially aghast, her brightly painted lips curled into an 'o' shape.

"damn, i thought janine was the only after-school stoner here. what a pleasant surprise!" ava broke the silence.

"i suppose i would partake given one of those weed pens you mentioned," jacob said to you. "the only thing i've been vaping lately is air, and it gets stale after a while."

"oh no, i haven't used a cart since high school," you clarified. "if you're smoking with me, you're smoking. don't worry, it's easy. just like vaping, but better in every way."

"first of all, no smoke circle is happening under my roof without me." melissa chimed in, looking at you with a silent question in her eyes. you nodded—of course you wanted her there. "and second, where do you even get the weed? if you buy the legal stuff from new york or massachusetts, you're not bringin' it to my house."

"i wouldn't dream of it," you affirmed. "i only smoke authentic philly weed. don't worry about it; i got a guy."

---

that friday night, you showed up on melissa's doorstep wearing a casual t-shirt dress, with a tote bag full of goodies slung over your shoulder. jacob was the one to answer the door.

"hey! come on in, melissa's making pizza," he said cheerfully, a bit jittery with anticipation.

you followed jacob inside and found melissa leaning over the kitchen island, smiling fondly at you. she was wearing sweatpants and a loose-fitting striped shirt, with her hair loose and a bit messy from cooking. she looked radiant and comfortable.

"you know, the pizza will taste better if we smoke before dinner," you proposed.

"bold of you to assume my pizza could taste any better," melissa joked back.

"i'm game," jacob said. "i want the full marijuana experience."

"in that case, help me set up," you said to the history teacher. "i want you to see how everything works."

you laid the contents of your tote bag out on the island countertop: a ziploc baggie full of flower, a little purple grinder, a holographic pink bowl, and a yellow lighter with white flowers on it.

"jacob, this is a grinder," you said, uncapping the grinder and opening the ziploc bag. "we're gonna use it to break up the flower into little pieces."

"oh wow, that is... pungent," jacob remarked. he watched as you ground up the weed, then handed the pink glass bowl to him.

"and this is a bowl, or a pipe if you're lame," you said. "you wanna do the honors?"

jacob grinned and reached into the grinder, bouncing excitedly on his heels. you put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. he filled the bowl, looking to you for approval several times while he did it.

"awesome, we're ready," you said. melissa placed her pizza in the oven and joined the circle.

"let's take it out on the patio," melissa suggested.

she led you and jacob out to the patio, a small ledge overlooking the city with three chairs conveniently set up in a tight circle. it was 7pm and the sun had just begun its descent, casting philadelphia in an orange glow.

the three of you sat down. you held the bowl up to your lips and moved to light it, but melissa snatched the lighter from your hand. she leaned in and held the flame to the bowl, her face inches from yours. you tried to concentrate on the task at hand, rather than her painted lips or her vivid green eyes dancing all over you.

you took a long inhale of the smoke and blew it up toward the sky. melissa plucked the bowl out of your hand and took a hit. she held the smoke in her lungs for an impressive amount of time for someone who didn't smoke regularly. she passed the still-lit bowl to jacob.

as soon as jacob took his hit, you knew it was gonna hurt. he overestimated his own lung capacity, and he didn't even finish blowing the smoke out before he was coughing.

"happens to everybody, pal," melissa patted jacob's back to ease his pain.

"ugh!" jacob sputtered between coughs. "why didn't you guys tell me smoking hurts?"

---

several rotations later, the three of you were high. well, you and melissa were high; jacob was outright fried. not altogether unexpected, but funny as hell.

when melissa's pizza was done, you all resolved to eat outside so you could watch the sunset together.

"this is heavenly, mel," you moaned after a delicious bite of the pizza.

"ha!" jacob exclaimed, and you and melissa turned to him, confused. meeting melissa's gaze, he threw his arms up in the air—like he expected her to understand what he meant by that one noise. "she stole two syllables from your name. you can't just take syllables, y/n. they're not yours."

"since when do you care about private property rights?" you quipped back before turning your attention to melissa. "i'm serious though. this pizza is sooo good. like last-meal-on-death-row good."

"keep talkin' sweet like that, and you can call me whatever you want," melissa replied with a wink, sending a flood of warmth to your face.

"what were we talking about? just now?" jacob chimed in, his eyes wide and darting every which way.

"... i actually don't know," you said with a giggle. you tried to remember, you really did. but you could feel melissa's eyes on you, and you heard her words echoing in your head. and it was hard to focus on anything else.

"short term memory loss! add that to the list of things you guys didn't warn me about," jacob scoffed.

"jacob, eat your damn pizza," melissa cut in. a peaceful smile graced her lips as she stared out at the city skyline, now a twilight blue in the absence of the sun. "i've missed this feeling, everythin' all fuzzy and light. how are you holding up, lovebug?"

your heart fluttered at the endearing name. melissa, it seemed, wore her heart on her sleeve when she was high—judging by the adoring way she gazed at you while she awaited your response. maybe the weed was messing with your head, but you swore she'd never looked so beautiful.

her eyes lacked any trace of the fire you were used to seeing (though they were quite red). for once, she wasn't on guard. her plump lips curled around her wine glass as she took a sip of merlot, vocalizing her sensual appreciation with a hum.

her long auburn hair was tucked behind her ears, resting on her shoulders in loose waves instead of her preferred meticulous curls. you wanted to run your fingers through her locks, feel their softness and smell her shampoo.

entranced by the redhead, you forgot she had asked you a question. melissa tapped your knee in reminder.

"i feel perfect," was your soft reply. you were beaming brightly before the sentence even finished. rather than sitting in a chair, you felt like you were floating on a cloud. the colors of melissa's patio and the sky blended together in a beautiful, swirling mosaic. the sounds of the city were clear and pleasant as philly wound down for the night. "i'm so happy."

"glad to hear it, sunshine. but i'm pretty sure jacob is asleep," melissa chuckled and patted the man's shoulder. he didn't stir, remaining slumped and conked out in his chair. "he's been losin' sleep over the kid who got suspended. bending over backwards trying to keep 'em on track."

"oh gosh," you said sympathetically before patting jacob a bit more firmly than melissa had. "jacob, hey. c'mon, it's time for bed. get up, go get cozy."

your words were slurred and hushed, but they seemed to pierce the veil of jacob's slumber as he awoke with a start.

melissa stood behind jacob's chair, gently rocking it back and forth to bring him back to the conscious world.

"can't go to bed, we just started," jacob grumbled, but his eyes were still closed. he was dangerously close to falling asleep again.

"from the looks of it, you're either gonna spend the night sleepin' in this chair or in your bed, so get up," melissa said resolutely.

"yeah, and besides, there's always next time," you assured jacob as he stretched and groaned his way into an upright position. you made eye contact with melissa, and this time you winked.

---

after helping jacob into bed (his motor skills really deteriorated when he got high) and smoking another bowl together, you and melissa were ready to continue your night.

"alright, sweetheart, it's down to you and me," melissa said, sitting down next to you on the couch. "what do you wanna do?" you pondered the question, looking around the room for inspiration.

"oh my god, you have a nintendo switch?" you asked excitedly, gesturing to the black tablet plugged in next to the cable box.

"that's jacob's. he showed me one of the games on there—animal crossing, i think it was. i don't get it. why play a game if you can't win?"

"alright, i know what we have to do now," you said, walking over to jacob's game cabinet and pulling out mario kart 8. holding the case up for melissa to see, you grinned. "four races. whoever wins gets whatever she wants from the other."

you were distantly aware of the implications, but you were too high to reconsider what you'd proposed.

you figured melissa would want something from your thoroughly decorated classroom if she won. if you won, you'd ask her to make you a custom pizza.

"you have no idea what you just started, hon," melissa said with a confident smirk.

"may the best woman win."

---

how the hell was she so good at everything?

melissa had needed some time to warm up to the switch controls, complaining about how the little red rectangle was too small to hold comfortably. but she was a quick learner with skilled fingers, and soon she was absolutely demolishing you.

it also didn't help that your coordination escaped you when you were high. you had driven off of too many ledges to count.

"two wins in a row for luigi," melissa bragged as she crossed the finish line of the third race. "hope you're ready to give me whatever i want, princess. don't think i forgot about our bet."

"daisy won the first race," you pointed out calmly. "i can still bring it back. but you know what this last race has to be?"

"what?"

"rainbow road. it's the perfect final showdown course," you explained, navigating to the course with your controller.

"get ready to be mine for a night," melissa said lowly. god, you knew she was talking about the bet, but she knew damn well what she was doing. by this point your panties were almost uncomfortably wet.

you leaned into her unconsciously as the race countdown began. you both held your controllers tight, almost shoulder to shoulder.

3...

2... (you push down the gas pedal button)

1...

GO!!!

daisy took off with a boost of speed thanks to your timing. luigi had a false start as his engine blew out. you cheered, and melissa cursed.

"how the fuck do you do that?" she asked, exasperated.

"play the game!" you demanded without looking away from the screen.

the competition was intense. you and melissa weaved around curves, nearly fell off the road, passed and bumped each other. neither one of you spoke until lap 3.

coming up on one of the last turns of the last lap, your hands jerked and you swerved. reacting on instinct, you bent your arms dramatically in the other direction to overcorrect.

melissa's arm bumped into yours, sending your controller flying out of your hands.

"hey!" you said, thinking she was cheating.

"hey yourself," she said, her eyes still fixed on the screen.

if she was gonna play dirty, so were you. you thrust your arm forward to grab her controller. but she saw you coming from a mile away. effortlessly, she shifted the controller into her left hand alone and held it up and out of your reach.

desperately competitive (and stupid high), you launched yourself toward the controller. you'd stop at nothing to get even. before you could snatch it out of her grasp, though, your balance faltered. you fell out of your position and started to fall backwards off the couch.

melissa dropped the controller and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you back up before you could hurt yourself. there was only one problem with this heroic act.

you were in her lap now.

her hands remained clasped at the small of your back, and your balance shifted forward. you put your arms out for stability, and wrapped them around her neck.

"careful, don't hurt your pretty head," melissa cooed. the two of you stared at each other for a moment. she surged forward and pressed her lips to yours.

if sitting outside with her felt like floating, kissing her and feeling her body against yours felt like riding the ocean waves. but unlike the atlantic, she was warm. you relaxed into her warmth as her tongue licked into your mouth.

you felt her tongue everywhere. in response to her, you gave a few tentative kitten licks. she moaned, she moaned, and pulled back before giving you one last kiss on the lips.

she stared at you with heated eyes for a while before switching her focus to the tv.

"look, baby," she said smugly while gesturing to the tv screen, where luigi was driving victory laps after placing first on rainbow road. "i won. you remember what that means?"

it was a fair question, considering how many conversations you forgot happened tonight. still, you nodded shyly and bit your lip.

"smart girl," melissa praised. "can you guess what i want from you?"

you shook your head no with a frown. melissa beamed and kissed you on the forehead. then she leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"i wanna touch you everywhere. i wanna hear your pretty voice moan my name and see your face scrunch up when you come. i want you to feel me all over you, and i want you to spend the rest of your life craving that feeling," melissa said her piece all at once, as if revealing a long-buried secret to you and herself.

you swallowed.

"would you let me do that?"

you nodded, pressing your forehead against hers.

"i need to hear you say it," she said softly, so softly you almost missed it.

"i want you, melissa. i have since the day we met."

that was all the confirmation melissa needed to attack your face and neck with kisses.

"sorry, let me just," melissa said as she pulled away abruptly and reached for the tv remote. she changed it to cable mode and navigated to the jazz music channel. "there we go, perfect."

"you're ridiculous," you giggled upon seeing melissa's proud face.

"honey," she leaned in to nip at your ear before whispering, "watch your mouth. you wanna be on my good side tonight, trust me."

you shuddered and wiggled in her lap, aching for her touch. a slow grin spread across her face and her hands found your legs, running up your thighs and lightly dragging her nails along your skin. they soon made their way up your waist to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them. melissa even took two fingernails and circled your nipples teasingly, to which you squeaked.

"do you know how many times i thought about havin' you like this?" melissa whispered. her voice was sweet like molasses and flowed right through you. you could feel your nipples tingling where her fingers had been, swimming in a bubble of desire. "in my lap, all whiny and squirmy."

she pinched your nipple and you keened. you held your breath as her hands once again traveled to your thighs, making a beeline for your core.

"and now i got my angel in my arms," she said, gently spreading your legs for better access. you sucked in a breath and trembled when her palm caressed you through your panties. "but i gotta say, even in my imagination you were never this wet for me."

she punctuated the sentence by pressing her pointer finger on your clit through the fabric, drawing tiny circles. you gasped and hid your face in her neck. the high made every touch feel like it rippled through your whole body. the world felt like it had been knocked off its axis, and melissa was your new center of gravity.

"aw, don't be embarrassed, babygirl. it's cute you're so sensitive," melissa soothed, easing you out of the crook of her neck to face her again. she trailed her fingers down to swirl around your wetness under your panties. "let me take care of you, yeah?"

---

a few minutes later, you were spread out on melissa's bed, naked save for your (now useless) panties. she'd practically carried you to her room as you were baked and horny and unable to walk straight.

in spite of your writhing and needy whines, the redhead took her time to savor you. she kissed every inch of your torso before she even considered taking your panties off, mumbling sweet nothings between love bites.

when she finally pulled away to admire her work, the view did not disappoint. you were panting and covered in melissa's marks, and god, you were her favorite piece of art ever created. all hers.

"alright, sweet girl, i know," she cooed as you continued to plead for her touch with your best pout and puppy eyes. unable to resist you, melissa hooked two fingers in the waistband of your panties. "i'm gonna slip these off ya, okay? there, down they go."

melissa discreetly tucked the saturated material into her pocket. not as a trophy or proof of her conquest; rather, a token from the first of many magical nights with her girl. she would treasure it.

she wasted no time getting situated between your legs so she was face-to-face with your pussy. she inhaled deeply, basking in the heady aroma of your arousal. you overwhelmed her senses. everything she saw, everything she smelled, everything she felt, everything she thought—it was all one big, bottomless pool of you. and there was only one sense left for you to conquer.

the first drag of her tongue up your slit set you ablaze, flames licking from your core all the way to your extremities and your head. she let out a small noise of appreciation, and you felt it more than you heard it.

"you taste like fuckin' heaven," melissa rumbled between determined licks through your folds. her comment reminded you of the pizza, and you found yourself amused at how much things had changed in just a few hours.

"last-meal-on-death-row good?" you joked, and melissa seized the moment of levity to latch onto your clit. you cried out before remembering jacob was sleeping in the next room. you clapped a hand over your mouth.

"mhmmmmm," she moaned in agreement, and the vibrations on your bundle felt incredible. "but if you're still crackin' jokes, i'm not doin' my job."

with that, she shut you up completely. her tongue poked at your clit between harsh sucks. your back arched and melissa changed her strategy, prodding at your entrance with her tongue while her fingers took over on your clit. when her tongue penetrated you, you bit down on your hand to keep from screaming.

"i said i wanna hear you, remember?" melissa pulled out to chastise you.

"but jacob—" you managed.

"is passed out. he's dead to the world. now sing for me, angel," melissa's tongue dove back into your weeping cunt and lapped at your walls. you wailed her name.

"oh, mel, right—ahhh—there!" you mewled as her tongue teased your most sensitive spot. now that she'd located her target, melissa changed her play once again. two fingers replaced her tongue and crooked into your g-spot while her mouth returned to your clit. "close..."

melissa nodded her permission, her mouth busy with your button. with another hard roll of your clit between her lips and drive of her fingers into your sweet spot, you fell apart. you moaned and cried unbidden as she worked you through your orgasm, which felt twice as powerful thanks to the intoxication factor. your body shook in the grip of seemingly endless waves of heat.

your climax eventually died down and you squirmed away from melissa's touch. your mouth opened in dismay when instead of staying by your side, she stood up and disappeared into her closet.

after a short while, the older woman reappeared by your side. she was now nude and sporting a long, girthy strap-on. she placed a few other items on the nightstand, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the thick faux cock. unless it was to look at her gorgeous tits, which swung with her every move. she was a goddess.

"okay, sweets, i'm gonna spell this out nice and slow because i know your brain is a little messy right now," she said as she crawled on top of you. "i'm gonna fuck you with my strap. and i know it's so big, but i have this to help you take it."

melissa reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a green mini wand vibrator. her intentions were clear, and you gulped. the redhead peppered kisses all over your face in reassurance.

"now relax, little love. let me in," melissa instructed as the wand buzzed to life. she smeared your wetness around your clit with her fingers, then pulled back its hood to position the vibrator tightly against your nub. even the lowest setting was a shock at such a direct angle.

while you were distracted trying to adjust to the clitoral stimulation, melissa aligned the tip of the dildo with your entrance and pushed in. you both groaned, and you felt yourself stretch around the toy. melissa turned up the vibrations on your clit as she progressed to being fully seated inside you.

"that's a good girl, so brave," melissa cooed. you thrashed underneath her, the sensations overstimulating you. the pain of the intrusion staved off a powerful orgasm from the wand vibrator.

again, you wondered if the drugs were messing with your mind—the dildo felt indistinguishable from a part of mel's body, and you were full to the brim of her.

as she began to rock her hips back and forth, you saw her bite her lip. you assumed that the strap had some kind of clit attachment for her based on the telltale signs of pleasure.

melissa built up a steady rhythm and drank in your pathetic sounds of pleasure. her tits swung in your face with every thrust, and you made a mental note to give them proper attention next time. with another tactical increase to the wand's speed, you felt yourself approaching the edge once more.

"you gettin' close? yeah, i can tell. feels too good to hide it, huh bunny?" that was a new one. you clenched at her words and she set the wand to its maximum power, rubbing it up and down on your clit. your vision went white and you spun out of reality as you came. "that's my girl. good little princess, coming so hard for me."

with a few more thrusts, melissa also came to a release. she shuddered and shimmied her hips at random while she rode it out. as soon as she recovered, she turned off the green wand and relieved you. next, she eased herself out of and off of you.

with a chaste peck to your lips, she sat upright and reached for the nightstand. she smiled at your fucked-out expression as she laid out the pajamas she'd picked out for you.

you watched in awe as she took off the strap and put on her own sleep clothes. her red hair was wild from the night's activities and glowed like a warm hearth against the white backdrop of her walls.

in your state, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with melissa and fall asleep. but she insisted that you get ready for bed so that you'd be comfortable through the night. she guided you into the bathroom and gave you a new toothbrush to use.

returning to the bedroom, you found a silky green nightgown with flowers on it waiting on the bed for you. given your exhausted and intoxicated state, melissa had to help you into it. neither of you minded. as a reward for your cooperation, she gave you a kiss.

the two of you snuggled into bed, tucked in together with you curled up against her chest. the tides of slumber lapped at your feet.

"g'night, lovebug," melissa whispered as you drifted off. "sleep well. see you in the morning."

and tomorrow would be the first of a lifetime of tomorrows waking up in her arms.

[springwitch8]

your writing is so fucking hot and perfect! pls can I request a fic where mel ends up getting possessive and jealous after seeing someone hitting on her girlfriend (reader) at abbott and when they get home, melissa makes sure that her girl knows that belongs to her and nobody else.

(featuring a lot of rough sex and some cute aftercare cuz we all love jealous schemmenti. 🤭)

a dangerous emotion (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

summary: when the new substitute teacher hits on you in front of melissa, you face the dirty consequences of her jealousy.

warnings: smut (18+), jealous sex, aggressive male flirting, mel threatens violence (it's melissa), squirting, like one mention of marking

notes: the sleepy witch is back. hope you like this one anon, sorry if i left it in the oven too long. also sorry for any other deficiencies tbh writing is a struggle rn. bonus points to whoever can spot the gay joke 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 friendly fire.

if looks could kill, this fucking guy would be a pile of ash by now.

the teachers' lounge was uncharacteristically quiet. the tv had been muted; nobody cared to watch the morning news. all eyes flickered between you and the new male teacher on one side of the room, and your seething girlfriend on the other.

the redhead was visibly furious from the moment he walked in the door, eyes dragging down your body in your flowery sundress and matching tights.

"happy first day to me," he murmured to himself, thinking nobody would hear it. it took all of melissa's self-control and professionalism not to punch his lights out.

"spring looks good on you, sweetie," he drawled from behind you as you poured coffee from the communal pot into your favorite mug.

the hem of your dress floated up as you spun around to face him, and he licked his lips. you didn't notice it, but melissa did. her hands tightened into fists in her lap.

"thank you," you smiled warmly at the man in an attempt to be polite. he was tall and stocky, probably just a few years older than you. he seemed like the kind of guy who was used to getting whatever he wanted from women—with his handsome yet cocky grin and large arms crossed in front of his chest. "are you new here?"

"yep, and i like what i see already," he threw you a wink and you looked down at the floor. you heard melissa cracking her knuckles in the background. she only did that when she was holding back, either from pouncing on you or swinging at somebody else. "i'm jesse. i'll be teachin' math up on the second floor until ms. summers gets back from maternity leave."

"well, jesse, welcome to abbott," you said sweetly, hoping to escape this conversation and join your girlfriend on the couch. "i'm a first-grade teacher, so i won't be seeing you much. but it's nice to meet y—"

"actually, i was hoping you'd show me around," he cut you off, taking a few steps toward you. "if i get lost in this building, my preteen students will never let me live it down."

"oh, um..."

before you could finish your thought, he leaned in and whispered something in your ear. melissa saw the whole exchange, enraged at this man's audacity to even breathe in your direction. you were her girl. everybody knew that. and it was time for this guy to learn.

but when melissa stood up to confront him, you did something that made her see red: you walked out with him. the other teachers noticed her anger, of course, and tried to calm her down.

"melissa, relax," barbara said, gently pulling on her best friend's hand and guiding her to sit back down. "he's harmless."

"harmless?" melissa repeated indignantly. "barb, he was lookin' at her like he wanted to bend her over the damn table!"

"you look at her like that all the time..." gregory muttered, and melissa raised an eyebrow at him in accusation. he shrugged and averted his gaze.

"i look at her like i love her!" melissa insisted. "and she's my girlfriend. i get to look at her however i want. this jamie—"

"jesse," janine corrected.

"—can't just walk in and start undressin' her with his eyes!"

"if it helps, i can keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't do anything untoward," jacob offered. "i'm pretty much the big dog on the second floor these days. i can set him straight if it comes to that."

"you couldn't even set yourself straight," melissa fired back, and jacob gave the camera a defeated look. "what, you think i can't handle this myself?"

"well, it's just that... jealousy is a dangerous emotion on you," jacob answered tentatively.

"jealousy? what am i, some kinda teenager? i don't get jealous."

"i don't know, you seemed pretty jealous at pecsa last year when the keynote speaker gave y/n his room number," gregory pointed out.

"he was just annoying."

"you poured your math-a-rita on his white suit jacket," janine chimed in.

"the jabroni shouldn't have worn white to a bar!"

"melissa, i know you're protective of y/n, but she's a grown woman capable of making her own decisions," barbara said, placing a comforting hand over the redhead's clenched fists. "she doesn't seem to have a problem with the man. at some point, you just need to trust her judgment."

"yeah, she and i are going to have a little conversation about her judgment when she gets back."

"whose judgment?" you asked as you strode back into the break room, jesse following close behind.

when your question was met with silence and anxious looks from your friends, jesse took hold of your hand and brought it to his lips.

"thanks for the tour, cutie," he said after pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.

"thank you," you replied, shifting uneasily and look over your shoulder in anticipation of melissa's reaction. she didn't keep you waiting long.

"hey, hon," melissa approached the two of you, then hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you close. "the kids'll be here in half an hour, do you wanna go prep your classroom for the science lab?"

"i did that last night," you replied, not taking the hint.

"of course you did," mel cooed and planted a kiss behind your ear. jesse quirked an eyebrow in confusion. "maybe i just want some alone time with my lovely girlfriend before i start my day. that okay with you?"

you nodded sheepishly and leaned in to her. you could feel her possessive anger in her tough grip on your waist, could see it in the subtle wild edge to her green eyes. despite being in deep trouble, you still relaxed into the warmth of her casual touch and the familiar scent of patchouli on her skin.

jesse took a step back, opening his mouth as if to say something and sighing instead. as you and melissa exited the breakroom, jesse tried one more time to get your attention.

"hey, if you need any more—"

"i think we're good, janine," melissa cut him off with a dismissive gesture.

"it's jesse," the man sighed with a frustrated look at the camera.

---

"what the hell was that, huh?" melissa had you pinned up against her classroom door before you could even process what was happening. "you're givin' free tours now?"

"n-no!" you stammered frantically, squirming with unease (and excitement) at the fiery confrontation. "not free! i only did it so he would give me the extra chairs from his classroom. you know i've been down a few since the eighth graders tried to make 'chairing' a thing, and i can't let my kids spend another day on the floor. it's not fair!"

"how many times have i told you, i can get you anything you need?"

"yeah, and where's your 'chair guy' now? at least jesse can finish the job!"

oh, you fucked up. you knew it the moment the words left your mouth. melissa eased off of you physically, but her intense glare kept you frozen in place.

"we'll talk about this when we get home. i love you; don't forget it," melissa pecked your cheek and you cocked your head, confused at her sudden tranquility. she moved to whisper in your ear. "because tonight, i'm takin' all my jealousy out on you."

---

you had the misfortune of running into jesse one more time before the day was done. he wolf-whistled from behind you as you walked briskly from your classroom to the lobby, ready to meet melissa and head home.

melissa might have broken his nose if jacob and gregory hadn't been there to hold her back. in fact, she was a split-second away from swinging when jacob took hold of her dominant wrist, shaking his head. gregory followed suit with the other.

the redhead tried to wrench her arms free and glared sternly at the young men when she couldn't. sensing her frustration, you hurried over to her. melissa's gaze softened as soon as she saw you leaning over the counter. you gave jacob and gregory an appreciative nod.

the pair let go of her arms and you took her hands in yours. "let's go home," you said.

the two of you walked out of the building as jacob and gregory approached jesse.

"she's not interested, if you're still wondering," jacob said, patting jesse's shoulder in mock sympathy.

"should be pretty obvious by now," gregory added.

"first day, and you pissed off my scariest teacher and my favorite?" ava said while strutting out of her office. "nice career move, jason," she snarked. the teachers gave her a bewildered look. "what? i pay attention!"

---

once you got home, it all happened in a blur. melissa's possessive rage had you slipping into that fuzzy, pliable headspace before she even slammed the bedroom door behind you.

you couldn't concentrate on much besides her forceful touch, fingers digging into your hips and mouth sucking bruises into your neck. her low voice cut through the static occasionally, but she seemed to be venting to herself rather than you.

"mine..." her fingernails dug into the flesh of your waist. "touchin' my girl..." she spaced out the words between nips to your neck. "gotta mark you up, let the whole world know..." she landed a hard swat on your ass, then shoved you off of her. "on the bed."

---

"remind me again what he said when you spilled coffee on your shirt," melissa growled from above you. you were spread out on her bed, naked with your legs kept apart by turquoise ropes tied to the bedposts.

"he said, 'feel free to take it off. i wouldn't complain about the view,'" you whispered back.

"and you just let that slide, hm? you entertained him knowin' all he wanted was an eyeful of your tits?"

"yes, melissa."

"i'm sorry, does someone need a reminder of who owns her? i'm happy to provide, sweet girl. tell me," she dipped a finger into your folds and stroked you lightly, "who gets you this wet?"

"you do, ah, only you," you whimpered as she caressed you.

"uh-huh," she cooed, sounding unsatisfied still. "that's right, baby. and i'm the only one who gets to see you like this."

she gripped your hips harshly before gliding her hands up to your chest. she kneaded the swollen flesh of your tits and then zeroed in on your nipples, tweaking and tugging on them.

"that fucker," melissa began, breathing heavily. "will never know how soft these are."

you shook your head in frantic agreement as she massaged you. one of her hands slipped down between your legs again.

"he'll never hear how your breath catches in your throat when your clit's touched," she whispered, beginning to rub soft circles into your bundle of nerves. "or—" she withdrew suddenly and gave your pussy a swat, "how you cry at a spanking."

her jealous attitude had you soaked and sensitive. you were already close when she brought two fingers to your entrance and pushed in.

"and if he ever even imagines the face you make when you come, that pretty little lip bite you do," melissa pumped and curled her fingers roughly, "i'll take edith houghton to'm."

her speed quickly picked up and soon she was diving into you with force, bullying your g-spot with her fingertips.

"come. now," she ordered, and you fell over the edge. you spasmed around her fingers as she drove them in and out of you. she smirked with pride as she looked down at you.

but when you got too sensitive and started to squirm away from her touch, she doubled down. she pumped her fingers faster, and dipped down to suckle on your clit. you cried out. it felt like you were on fire, but the burn was oh so delicious.

"and he'll never guess what happens when you get all sensitive..." she picked her head up momentarily to say this before sucking hard on your nub and crooking her fingers inside you.

you felt the burn rise into a hot tidal wave. a flood of warm liquid spilled out of you. melissa helped you through it before withdrawing her touch, her hands retreating to your thighs. she looked down at you fondly, smiling with only a tiny bit of smug satisfaction.

"god, i love when you do that," she mused, smiling at your dazed, pretty, happy face. "it's like a gift just for me."

a gift. happy first day to me, he had said.

now reminded, melissa was pissed again. but the venom of her jealousy had trickled away, and now all that remained was an urgent need to give you the love and care you deserved.

"but you said somethin' earlier about 'finishing the job.' and i just feel like my job isn't finished, sweetheart," she smiled and cupped your cheeks. "how's a bubble bath sound?"

"mm-hmmm," you managed, fucked out and delirious.

---

"i really wasn't jealous, ya know," melissa murmured into your ear as you snuggled into bed, her chest pressed against your back.

"i find that hard to believe. i mentioned his name and you ripped my panties," you teased.

"okay, maybe a little bit."

"30 percent?"

"20."

"25."

"fine."

"then what was the other 75 percent?"

"i guess it just pisses me off when people don't treat you right. you're a beautiful angel, not a sex doll."

"i don't want you to feel... to feel like you have to take care of me all the time."

"baby girl, you know i don't do things i don't wanna do. you're the love of my life. i wanna spend every minute treatin' you like a princess."

[springwitch8]

sweet daisy and the violet witch (agatha harkness x fem!reader)

tip jar / masterlist

summary: you are a baby witch in a tough situation. when a mysterious, brooding woman offers to teach you how to control your powers, you can't refuse. but what does she want with you? and... what do you want with her?

warnings: smut (18+), captivity and bondage but reader isn't exactly unwilling, mind-reading, sexy magic, humiliation, praise kink, dirty talk, enchanted strap, squirting, agatha is dark ofc, reader has a shitty sexist ex-boyfriend but he's only there to set up the story

notes: MY FIRST AGATHA FIC! this is set pre-westview and it is just pages upon pages of detailed, heretical, homosexual filth. it's been a long time coming, and i'm really proud of it. hope you guys enjoy 💜

tears streamed down your face as you stormed out of your now ex-boyfriend's house. the relationship had run its course, you knew that. but you never expected the breakup to be so ugly. he called you a "crazy bitch" and threatened to call the cops on you for destroying his living room.

and you didn't even do anything! at least, not on purpose.

the fight lasted an hour. you told him you wanted to break up, and he didn't take the rejection well. he started cursing you out, following you around the house as you frantically gathered your belongings.

now, you could handle the insults to your appearance and the comments about all the other women who supposedly wanted him. but when he started making sexual remarks—talking about how "frigid" you were and lamenting that he never fucked you hard enough to put you in your place—you lost it.

"shut up!" you cried, and the house shook with the impact. a wave of daisy yellow light burst from your chest and wreaked havoc on the living room. every lightbulb in every lamp shattered. the tv fell off the wall. books flew off their shelves and hurtled toward your ex's head. the carpet was singed. a few cracks appeared in the ceiling.

your ex ducked to avoid the flying books, then fell to his knees. he was uninjured despite the destruction, but his pride was wounded. you used his moment of weakness to grab your bag and rush out of the house, running down the street as fast as you could while he shouted obscenities.

you ran for a minute or so before a black car with tinted windows pulled up beside you. you froze in fear, but quickly relaxed when the driver rolled her window down. she was an older woman, and a beautiful one at that.

long, dark waves framed her face, and concern was written in her expression. her left arm extended out toward you, and you could see she was wearing a deep purple blazer.

"hey, hon. i heard some commotion from down the street and then saw you running. are you alright?" the woman's low voice was soothing, and you felt much safer already.

"i'm okay, thank you. i just broke up with my boyfriend and it didn't go over well," you admitted, your shaky voice betraying your anxiety about the whole situation.

"well, i can't let you walk all the way home, sweetheart. how about i give you a ride?"

you considered her offer. it was cold and rainy outside, and your apartment was a good distance away. this woman was a stranger, but she put you at ease for some reason. besides, much worse people than her could be out at this time of night.

"that would be great. thank you so much. i'm y/n," you said, stepping into the passenger seat.

"agatha harkness," the good samaritan replied, offering her hand to you. you took her hand and shook it, noting the delicate veins running up her long fingers. her thumb stroked the back of your palm for a few seconds, and the skin tingled when she stopped. "lovely to meet you, dear."

you told her your address and she put it in the gps, beginning the 15-minute drive to your place. agatha was pleasant and kind as she listened to your story, how your boyfriend had treated you and how you'd reacted—omitting the magical details, naturally.

when the car pulled up in front of your apartment, you thanked agatha and gave her a hug. she smelled like violets and old books, and you hesitated to pull away. when you did reach for the door handle, it didn't budge.

it all happened in a flash: purple smoke obscured every window, your hands and feet were bound by glowing purple ties, and agatha smiled. the smoke cleared, and you were not at your apartment. instead, the car was parked in front of a small black house with gothic accents.

"wha—how—" you stuttered.

"i'm glad you asked. it was a simple illusion spell. couldn't have you getting suspicious, could i?"

"s-spell?"

"yes, darling, a spell. i'm a witch. you are, too, but i'm sure you already knew that."

you looked down at your lap and shook your head.

"oh? that's a surprise. i mean, i knew you weren't the most sophisticated witch, but i figured you'd at least have a grasp on what you are."

your mind reeled at the revelation. although she had basically kidnapped you, you felt a strange pull to the woman in the driver's seat. your gut told you to trust what she was saying: you were a witch.

"tell you what, baby witch," she offered, a mischievous glint in her eye. "if you promise not to run, i'll untie you."

what choice did you have but to obey her? you didn't know how to control your powers, and sooner or later, they were going to get you in trouble. agatha knew more than you did, and she was teasing you with the irresistible chance to understand your magic.

"i won't run," you whispered. you felt agatha lift her magical binds.

"good girl."

---

agatha did what she always did. she promised to teach you how to master your powers, lulled you into a false sense of security. and at night, when you were sleeping soundly in her bed, she would try to take your power.

it only took her a couple of days to realize that she couldn't access your magic. she tried everything, but your bright yellow power was totally incompatible with her mystic purple—a fountain of light, untouchable by other witches.

oddly, agatha accepted this. unlike any of her previous conquests, you inspired a curious fondness in the older woman. you were smart and beautiful, powerful yet unassuming. and you were hers to teach, to touch, to protect and corrupt. with some training, you would be a formidable ally.

as for you? you were neither her victim nor her partner, but something in between. you abandoned your old life and happily crawled into bed with her each night—so she could keep an eye on you, she said.

"women like us will never be safe in this world, y/n," she would whisper into your hair. "that asshole saw what you can do, and he didn't like it. you're too precious for the stake, honey. i have to keep you close."

agatha hated your ex, but she could use him to channel your rage. as you worked through the emotional toll of the breakup, you worked on your telekinesis. as you processed the extent of his manipulation, you learned the basics of mind control.

one day, agatha wanted to see if you could hold your own against her. she was anxious to know if you could protect yourself with the strategies she'd taught you.

"you ready, superstar?" agatha asked, looking you up and down hungrily. you were wearing the outfit she had picked out specifically for this occasion: a black mesh halter top with a little yellow skirt, "ideal" for mobility. "don't worry, i'll go easy on you."

"i think so," you responded, trying to settle your nerves and anticipate her first move. but it was hard to focus when she stared at you with dark eyes, hair pulled back into a ponytail and arms crossed, emphasized by her tight purple t-shirt.

"don't get distracted, now," a sultry voice whispered from behind you. agatha had teleported, and you were too focused on her arms to notice. "that's rule number one."

you shuddered at the feeling of her hot breath in your ear, but kept your guard up. purple strings began to flow from her fingertips and wrap around you. you swiftly floated up and out of her hold, yellow sparks carrying you across the room.

you landed with a flourish and agatha raised her eyebrows, impressed. she didn't let you rest for more than a second, though, as a blow of her magic struck you right in the chest.

you stumbled back, but quickly retaliated. with a snap of your fingers, agatha was knocked off balance by a burst of yellow. she smirked and waved her palm. but this time, you remembered to block, crossing your arms and projecting a white shield in front of you.

"so you have been listening to me," she cooed, flying toward you and pushing you up against the wall with her magic. "you always seem so preoccupied when i'm teaching you, like your pretty little mind is off somewhere else. tell me, do i scare you?"

the answer was complicated. yes, agatha scared you, but not in an unpleasant way. it was a thrilling kind of fear that left you breathing hard and wanting more.

"no, ma'am," you decided, using her momentary surprise to push back against the magic pinning you to the wall. agatha withdrew.

"hmmm, 'ma'am.' i like the sound of that," she drawled as you awaited her next move. "you're doing well, baby witch, but you forgot one thing."

in a split second, you were lying flat on your back, purple threads binding your hands and feet to the carpet. before you could even attempt to react with magic, agatha was on you. she hovered above your restrained form and leaned in.

"rule number two: protect your mind," her voice above you was the last thing you heard before being plunged into darkness.

---

when you came to a few minutes later, agatha was still on top of you. she wore a coy smile as she watched the purple swirls disappear from your eyes.

"welcome back, sweet daisy," agatha husked. "after reading your mind, it seems like you're not as sweet and pure as i thought."

you struggled against her restraints, but they didn't budge. you were definitely losing the fight, but with the way she was looking at you (like she wanted to ravage you), you didn't much care.

"you wanna know what i saw, pretty girl?" she taunted, and you swallowed thickly but did not respond. "i saw myself on top of you just like this, pumping my fingers inside you while you screamed out for mercy."

well, your secret was out. but agatha didn't seem displeased; on the contrary, she was basking in your humiliation like a true sadist. you felt wetness gathering in your panties at the sight.

"i saw myself bending you over," she continued, using her powers to lift you off the ground and maneuver you so you were bent over the couch. "punishing you for forgetting your spells."

she swatted your ass once, hard, and you whined pathetically.

"i saw you kneeling between my legs," she said, once again manipulating your body into that position. "listening to my directions, being my good girl."

on your knees, you nuzzled agatha's leg in embarrassment, and she stroked your hair. you stayed like that for a minute before agatha lifted you into her lap, spreading your legs wide.

"and i saw you grinding in my lap, squirming and whimpering like a needy whore," she concluded, running her hands up and down your inner thighs as you straddled her. "what do you have to say for yourself, honey?"

you were at a loss for words, now incredibly turned on and burying your face in her neck. her fingers twitched and you were pushed out of your hiding place, her magic forcing you to face her.

"your mind is so dirty. how are you feeling? excited?" before you could respond, she slipped her hand between your legs. she lifted up your skirt and traced your slit over your panties, inhaling sharply when she found them soaked. "oh, you are. you just can't control yourself around me, can you? all hot and bothered. do you need me to take care of you?"

"yes, please," you begged, wiggling impatiently in her arms. tendrils of purple magic snaked around you, tickling your skin and preventing you from moving any more.

"much better," agatha hummed as she restrained you. she laughed seeing your helpless face. "don't pout. i'm going to touch you, make you feel so nice. but you need to sit still and take it like a good girl."

you nodded, and she rewarded you by vanishing your top. she took your breasts in her hands and kneaded them, working her way to your nipples. when she rolled them between her fingers, you yelped.

"shhh, i know, you're so sensitive," she cooed as she toyed with you. "you're in for a treat, babygirl. have you ever used your powers to play with yourself?"

she knew the answer. of course you hadn't. you didn't even know how. but she reveled in the way your face scrunched up in wanton embarrassment at the mention of touching yourself.

"allow me to demonstrate," she said, removing her hands from your nipples and whispering a latin word under her breath. you gasped when a purple buzz settled on your buds, replicating agatha's touch without physical contact. "feels good, hm?"

you merely whined and tried to grind against her, frustrated when you couldn't move an inch. she seemed to know what you needed, though, as your skirt then disappeared in a flash of violet.

"as much as i love that little skirt on you, honey, it's in the way of what i really want to see," agatha drawled, and you held your breath with the anticipation. with no warning, she gently lifted your hips up toward her, leaned down, and latched onto your clit through your panties.

"oh my god!" you moaned as she suckled through the fabric, putting delicious pressure on your bundle of nerves. then she sat up again and returned you to your position on her lap, once again whispering the incantation to continue stimulating your clit.

"i'm flattered, but there's no god here. just me," she smirked, watching you writhe in tortured pleasure. "alright, superstar, you with me? watch this."

she held two of her fingers up to your eye level, and your eyes grew wide as her fingertips lit up. with a predatory grin, she thrusted her fingers upwards, and you felt them inside you. you couldn't suppress your sinful moan.

"don't you see how powerful we are? i'm not even touching you, and you can feel me in your pretty little pussy," she mused, drunk on her power over you. "and if i do this," she curled her fingers just right, and you screamed as she stroked your special spot, "i can feel you squeezing me. like a tiny piece of heaven."

while her fingers continued thrusting and curling, her power pumping in and out of you, she used her other hand to explore every inch of your body. she touched you like you were the most precious work of art, a soft and delicate masterpiece in her arms. her touch and her magic were all over you, and you felt yourself getting close to the edge.

"won't be long now. you're so easy, sweetness," she sang proudly. her free thumb found your clit and rubbed tight circles on it, direct touch compounding the pleasure from her magical suction. not even a minute later, your release swept over you. "there you go."

when you came, agatha lifted the restraints so she could watch your legs shake and your core convulse. she kept pumping her fingers until she heard you whimper helplessly, squirming away from her invisible touch. she then withdrew the magical stimulation and ran her palms up and down your sides to comfort you.

"how was that, sunshine?" she smiled as she checked in with you. you gave her a breathless kiss, pouring all of your passion and admiration for the older woman into her mouth. her eyes sparkled with adoration as she looked at you, fucked out and struggling to stay upright in her lap. she inched closer to whisper against your lips. "i want to fuck you."

you weren't entirely sure what she meant, but you knew from your recent mind-blowing orgasm that anything was possible through magic. you started to get antsy in her lap again. you stood up on shaky legs and started toward the bedroom.

"don't be silly, superstar," agatha laughed as she effortlessly raised you into the air until you were hovering bridal-style in her arms.

agatha swiftly brought you up the stairs and into her bedroom. she laid you down on the bed and nudged your legs apart with her magic before retreating to the closet.

"do you know what this is, princess?" agatha asked, emerging from the closet with a large purple strap-on dildo in hand. you swallowed thickly at the sheer size of it and nodded your head.

"it's a strap-on," you replied sheepishly.

"correct, smart girl. this is a very special strap-on, though. do you know why?"

"no, ma'am."

"well, i want you to think of it as my cock. because when i put on the harness," she snapped her fingers and the strap was secured between her legs, "i can feel everything."

she gave the dildo a few rough strokes and groaned to illustrate her point. you trembled in anticipation. agatha was going to take you with the biggest cock you'd ever seen. and she would be able to feel the warmth, the wetness, the fluttering of your most intimate place with her own flesh. you unconsciously spread your legs wider.

"ready for me?" agatha crawled on top of you and dragged the tip of her cock through your messy folds, getting it lubricated. you nodded tentatively. "i'll be gentle. wouldn't want to break my delicate little flower. at least, not yet."

the second her tip breached your entrance, you inhaled sharply. it was going to be a tight fit, even though you were soaked. agatha recognized your discomfort and leaned down to kiss your lips sweetly. with another latin whisper, you felt those soft kisses all over your body, on every part of you all at once—even your clit. this relaxed you, and agatha gave you a few more inches.

"you're so tight," the older woman breathed, marveling at the sensation of feeling your wet warmth around her. "and all mine, little witch. you'd like to be mine, wouldn't you? i'd dress you every day in those mini skirts and no panties, play with this pussy all day long."

agatha's words worked exactly as she intended. you lost yourself in the hazy fantasy of being hers, and she penetrated you all the way. you both cursed as she bottomed out.

"good girl, taking my cock so well, letting me fill you up. let me just..." she trailed off and pulled out before thrusting back in at a new angle, hitting your g-spot and conjuring stars behind your eyes. "there she is."

once she knew you were okay, agatha seemed to lose the last of her restraint. she fucked you fast and rough, slamming her tip into your sweet spot on every thrust. she forced her cock even deeper by pinning your knees to your chest with her powers. then she snapped her fingers and the suction was back on your clit, only three times more powerful than before.

"come on my cock, y/n," agatha commanded, sending you flying into an orgasm. this one felt different from the first one, like a spark in your core spreading into an uncontrollable fire throughout your body. your legs jerked and your face twisted up, and the sight of you sent agatha over the edge too. you felt her hot release coat your walls, satiating you.

agatha pulled out of you and coaxed you to sit up, at which point you noticed the mess. a glowing purple liquid seeped out from between your legs, and agatha's midsection was dripping with clear liquid... wait, was that glowing too? the yellow aura looked unnatural, almost neon.

"rule number three," agatha chuckled, sensing your confusion. "don't be alarmed when things start glowing. comes with the territory, dear."

"how did that...?" you wondered aloud.

"well, for me it was an artistic choice. some women really enjoy the idea of me coming inside them, so i added a special enchantment to make their dreams come true," she explained. then her face broke into a smug grin. "and you, my darling, you squirted. it's not a magical experience on its own, but apparently it was for you."

your eyes followed her hands as she gestured to the glimmering evidence of your climax.

"have you ever done that before?" she asked while waving her hands in the air. before she finished the sentence, you were both suddenly clean and wearing fresh pajamas, warm like they'd just been in the dryer.

"no," you admitted, still a bit shy after losing control so dramatically. agatha hummed and pulled you close, and you grew drowsy while she cuddled you.

"oh, sweet daisy girl. i still have so much to show you."

[springwitch8]

Hello! I have a request, can u write a fic where

Melissa is helping her teachers aide with her college homework and Melissa praises r when she gets a question right and it turns r on? it’s all up to you!

teach me (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

tip jar / masterlist

summary: you are melissa's favorite good girl aide, and when you need help studying for a math exam, she's happy to provide. when she praises you, you get all hot and bothered and don't know how to cope. melissa knows.

warnings: smut (18+), fluff (what happened to you, april?), praise kink, consensual but unethical (melissa is reader's boss/mentor but they address the issue), implied inexperienced/innocent reader, guided masturbation, gary slander bc mel needs a gf, mel is sweet and doting with a filthy mind

notes: i have a rudimentary understanding of calculus from high school and absolutely no idea how teaching certification programs work. please suspend your disbelief. i kinda hate this but hopefully you like it! sorry if it's too long or makes no sense lol

as melissa's aide, you were one of the few people privy to her best-kept secret: she was a total math genius.

you had first noticed melissa's abilities when the two of you were grading the kids' math tests together.

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"what's 70 percent of 125?" you asked melissa, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to work out the grading scales for both of her classes. you expected her to reach for her phone, as you would have if your phone hadn't died earlier that day.

"87.5," melissa responded without missing a beat, not even looking up from her paper. you gawked at her.

"how did you do that?" you asked. when she looked up and saw your wide-eyed, awestruck expression, she smiled and laughed under her breath.

"125 divided by 10 is 12.5, times 7 is 87.5. don't tell me i gotta teach you, too," she rattled off the numbers easily before throwing you a wink. damn this woman.

---

you were floored and, if you were honest, a little turned on. you had been melissa's aide for about a month at that point, yet you still felt like a fawning schoolgirl around her. everything about her was sexy: her hair, her style, her humor.

but her intelligence was what drove you absolutely wild. none of her colleagues seemed to appreciate just how smart she was.

first of all, she was a superb teacher with an innate sense of her students' needs. this made her a great mentor for you, an aspiring elementary school teacher.

melissa and you worked well together. you were a diligent helper and great with the kids. when mel saw you, all her stress would melt away. you were easily the sweetest, smartest aide she'd ever had. so she took a liking to you right away.

she brought you home-cooked meals for lunch and gave you her leather jackets when the school's heat wasn't working properly. and she was always happy to help you with your college coursework when you needed it.

the other teachers were bewildered at how easily you seemed to crack the redhead's tough exterior. you overheard them discussing it in the breakroom once.

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"really, melissa, i've never seen you warm up to someone so quickly. you didn't even learn my name until my third year here!" jacob gestured wildly as he spoke.

"remember when i tried to introduce myself to you on my first day? you literally said 'not interested' and walked away," janine added.

"i thought you were sellin' girl scout cookies!" melissa fired back. "besides, youse never helped me teach two classes at once. i don't know what i did to deserve that girl. she's like my own personal angel."

"we talking about the new aide?" ava strutted in and leaned against the counter. "damn, if she's that good, maybe i should make her my personal assistant."

"you know i got a baseball bat under my desk, right?" melissa warned gruffly.

"relax, mafiosa, i'm not about to take your little girlfriend away."

---

listening from down the hall, you heated up at melissa's praise. her angel? god, she knew how to get a girl in the mood. after that, your little crush on melissa only grew. months went by. summer came and went. and melissa still found a way to make you squirm every time she saw you. eventually, you started to think she was teasing you on purpose.

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one evening, you and melissa stayed late at the school to catch up on work. she focused on grading while you deep-cleaned and reorganized the classroom. besides mr. johnson, only you two were left in the building.

"hon, would you bring me that stack of report cards over there?" she gestured to a pile of papers on the far side of the room, and you tried not to focus on the movements of her fingers. "i wanna check something."

you nodded obediently and retrieved the report cards. however, in your haste to deliver them to your stunning mentor, you tripped over the carpet and fell flat on your stomach. the papers flew from your hands and scattered all over the floor.

"oh, fuck me!" you exclaimed, tearing up at the impact of the fall—and at embarrassing yourself in front of melissa. she rushed over to help you, her work forgotten.

"at least let me take ya out to dinner first, sweetheart," she laughed, trying to lift your spirits. she didn't miss the way you bit your lip and shuddered at the suggestive quip. with a sympathetic smile, she took your hands in hers and started to pull you up.

"easy, easy," melissa cooed as she helped you into a kneeling position. your chest felt bruised and you looked up at the redhead, your lower lip trembling. all at once, she pulled you into a tight hug and clasped her hands behind your back, hooking her arms under yours to pull you up. "alright, up you go. one, two, three."

with one strong lift, melissa pulled you to your feet. you tried to compose yourself in front of your work crush, the woman whose approval you craved, but it was no use.

"thank you," you whispered. you turned your attention to the papers strewn all over the floor. "sorry..."

melissa saw the tears forming in your eyes and moved closer, forcing you to hold her gaze.

"tell me what's wrong, sunshine, you're shaking," she soothed. you took a deep breath and pulled yourself together for her sake.

"i'm just a little stressed, that's all," you tried to downplay your anxiety, but melissa saw right through you. she gave you a stern look, letting you know she wanted more information. "well... i have this calculus test on friday, and i'm totally lost in that class, so i'm freaking out about it. i'm gonna fail, and then i won't be able to become a teacher, and i'll never see the kids again—"

"hey, hey! breathe for me, sweets," melissa cut you off, pulling you close and stroking your hair reassuringly. "you're a smart girl. i can teach it to you."

"what?" your heart soared in disbelief, and your face felt like it was burning up from her words.

"calculus. i can help you learn it," she said. "my house, tomorrow night?"

"yes, yes, thank you melissa!" you wrapped her up in a grateful hug and set out to finish your tasks.

---

that's how you found yourself here, today, bouncing on your heels as you stood outside melissa's door. melissa's face lit up in a bright smile when she saw you on the porch, all wrapped up in a pretty little dress like a gift just for her.

she invited you in and told you to leave your backpack by the kitchen table, which you did. you registered the delicious smell of garlic in the air, noting the sauce left simmering on the stove.

"you didn't have to cook for me, you know," you said shyly as you took a seat at her kitchen table. melissa scoffed.

"nonsense, hon. if you're a guest of the schemmenti household, you're gettin' schemmenti food. that's the rule," she beamed with pride while slowly stirring the sauce. "actually, c'mere."

you obliged, standing up on shaky legs and walking over to where she stood by the stove. god, she was hot. her hair was tied up in a high ponytail. she wore a form-fitting black tank top and a blue leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up.

"open," she cooed, lifting a spoonful of sauce to your lips. you darted your tongue out to meet the spoon, and you could swear melissa blushed. she would never admit it.

"taste good, sunshine?" melissa asked, desire sparkling in her eyes. you nodded at her with a small, teasing smile. "good. you're gonna love what i have planned for dessert."

---

after dinner, melissa washed the dishes (refusing to let you lift a finger) while you explained your calculus troubles to her.

"i mean, when am i ever going to use derivatives or integrals or trigonometry teaching second graders? it's just frustrating," you confessed, fidgeting with your hands in your lap.

"you won't," melissa admitted, sitting down next to you at the kitchen table. "but in math, alls you need is the tips, tricks and shortcuts. you will use those as a teacher. and lucky for you, i got the best ones on the market."

---

you followed melissa's lesson closely and soon, the math seemed intelligible. your workbook was open on the table, and your mentor wanted you to try some practice problems.

"alright, next one. you're doin' great," melissa encouraged. you looked down bashfully.

"derivative of 8x... wouldn't that just be 8?" you offered tentatively.

"good girl!" melissa exclaimed, smiling brightly and giving your leg an encouraging pat under the table. oh no.

you prayed that melissa wouldn't notice your instinctual reaction to her praise and her touch, but you couldn't stop yourself. your thighs rubbed together subtly under her palm and your whole body flooded with warmth. humiliated, you looked up at the ceiling to avoid melissa's gaze.

"focus up," she commanded, directing your attention back to the workbook. if she noticed anything odd about your behavior, she didn't comment on it. "maybe if you get the next one right, i'll give you a reward."

"integral of 6x squared..." you knew the answer. you really did. but melissa's hand was still lingering on your knee, and her suggestive words rang in your head. you faltered.

"c'mon. you're brilliant. i was dyin' with that combined class last year, and you and your beautiful little mind saved me. you can do this," melissa's voice was sure. her confidence made your heart—and some less innocent parts of you—swell.

"2x cubed," you breathed, not entirely confident and burning up from the praise. a pleased smirk spread across melissa's face, but she looked at you expectantly. she was waiting for more.

"mhmmm..." she lifted her palm from your knee and replaced it with just one finger. her nail traced its way to your inner thigh and migrated upwards.

"plus c! 2x cubed plus c," you squealed triumphantly. your victory didn't last long, giving way to wanton desire when melissa spoke again.

"that's my girl," she soothed as her finger traced still higher on your thigh. "feel better now? ms. schemmenti's math bootcamp has a 100 percent success rate, ask anybody."

"yes, ma'am," you said deliriously. melissa's fingernail drew spiral patterns dangerously close to where you craved her touch.

"oh, honey. do you need my help with something else?" her voice was sweet and low, so different from her usual tone.

"please..." you whimpered, shifting in your seat to entice her to touch you.

"no, my smart girl. use your words," she urged you. there was a gentleness in her demeanor that you didn't recognize. perhaps she reserved it for special occasions (or people).

"teach me," you breathed. "teach me how to feel, melissa."

"atta girl," melissa withdrew her hand and laughed at your responding whine. she pressed a quick, barely-there kiss to the tip of your nose, then stood up. "go get comfy on the couch. can you do that for me, gorgeous?"

you nodded vigorously and walked to the living room on shaky legs. you sat down in the center of her couch, tucking your knees in close to your chest. melissa then strolled in and stood in the center of the room, observing you.

"here, let me see you," she stalked closer to you and crouched down to your level. her hands fell on your closed knees and coaxed them apart, encouraging you to relax and open up for her. "now, i want you to show me how you touch yourself."

"but..." you started, aching to feel her hands on you and not just her eyes.

"i'm not asking, dollface," her words were hushed, dangerous. "good girls follow orders."

melissa gave you a devious smile as she reached for the hem of your short dress, pushing it up your thighs and exposing your panties. she stepped back and raised her eyebrows, watching you intently.

trembling, you brought your dominant hand down to your panties and traced your slit up and down over the fabric.

"that's it, don't be shy. are you wet, baby?" melissa cooed, and you whined a pathetic uh-huh in response. "yeah, i bet you are. rub your clit for me."

you did as she demanded, and she hummed in satisfaction. while you tried to stifle your moans, clinging desperately to the last shred of your dignity, you failed. breathy, high-pitched notes escaped you as you debased yourself for the older woman.

"lemme tell you a secret, princess. you've been in my head for months. i've wanted you for so long—spread out on my couch or my bed, bent over my desk or my counter. even when i had a boyfriend, i couldn't stop dreamin' about you. how could i stay with him when you were right in front of me, so sweet and innocent and all mine?"

you mewled, feeling your release approaching far too quickly. her words were sinful, but not as sinful as the way she stared between your legs, watching your fingers as they worked.

"you are mine, aren't ya? have been since the day we met. always wantin' to please me, make me happy. yeah, you're my good girl," melissa continued, inching closer to your body as she spoke. in one swift movement, she reached down and swatted your hand away from your center. you whined in protest. "you did so well, baby, but it's my turn now. just relax and let yourself feel."

with that, melissa laid you down on her sofa, guiding you to rest your head on a throw pillow. she then sat down by your knees, which fell open to invite her touch. when she began to ease your panties down your legs, you lifted your hips to make it easier for her. this earned you another "good girl."

"look at you, all messy," melissa teased, spreading your wetness around your pussy with two fingers. "you're usually so put together, and i've got you drippin' down your thighs."

"oh, please!" you begged as her fingers continued to circle your entrance. melissa watched your face scrunch up in pleasure when she finally pushed in. "god, thank you."

melissa's strokes were deep and purposeful. her fingertips curled on each thrust, searching for that spongy spot inside of you. when she found it, you keened.

"right there, angel? that's your sweet spot, huh?" melissa coaxed, her rhythm never wavering. "bet you never felt that before. you must be so frustrated. good thing i'm here to make it all better."

she worked in a third finger, and you held your breath, squirming in melissa's hold. three fingers was a lot for you to take. she used her free hand to rub soothing strokes on your thigh.

"feel a little stretch? it's alright, sweets, i got you. you're being so good for me," she talked you through it, and you calmed. with her fingers massaging your g-spot and her voice whispering sweet nothings, you felt yourself getting close.

just when you were about to fall over the edge, melissa lowered her head to your pussy and took your clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and lightly suckling. you were a goner then as you felt warmth spread from your core through your whole body.

"gooood," she drawled as you came, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing down on you. as your breathing evened out, she smiled fondly. "i'm gonna grab a washcloth to clean you up, and then we're going to sleep."

"but you—"

"all i want right now is to hold you. you have a test tomorrow, and i wanna make sure you get the rest you need," she cut you off. you relaxed into the couch at her reassurance, still deep in post-orgasmic bliss.

melissa returned with a warm washcloth, reaching between your spread legs to clean up the mess there. she ran the damp cloth over your slit and up towards your mound.

when she brushed your clit, you couldn't stop your hips from bucking up. you hid your face in the pillow to conceal your neediness. a slow grin appeared on her face and she put the cloth aside, hovering over your bundle with two fingers.

"tsk, didn't know my girl was so greedy," she shook her head, but you could tell by her expression that she didn't mind at all. "sit up, i want you close."

you did as she asked and leaned into her, burying your burning cheeks in the crook of her neck. she sighed happily and began to rub your clit in slow circles. you jolted and whined, but did not shy away from her touch.

"shhhh, i know, it's so sensitive. you can take it, angel," she rubbed faster and tighter circles as she spoke. you were already approaching your second release. shuddering in her arms and feeling the warmth of her all over you, you moaned her name like a prayer. "you like that, hm? yeah, me too."

you came with a quiet cry of her name, and she held you as you rode it out. you stayed like that for a bit, just feeling each other. eventually, melissa broke the silence. "is my needy girl satisfied now?"

you nodded, giving her a weak smile with your eyes glazed over from exhaustion. melissa helped you to your feet and wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you upstairs to her bedroom. then, she opened the walk-in closet and ushered you in.

"pick whatever you want. can't have you sleepin' in dirty clothes."

after surveying your options, you settled on an oversized white t-shirt, vintage and visibly well-loved. it seemed to be merch from a blondie concert, with the lead singer's image in pastel blues and pinks on the front and a list of tour dates on the back.

"good choice," melissa said, rubbing your back absently as she stood next to you. "you can just wear that if you want. i won't try anythin'. we'll save that for another night."

her wink, along with the implication, made your heart skip a beat. you stripped off your dress and bra and replaced them with melissa's shirt, which fell just below your ass.

after brushing your teeth, you practically collapsed onto her king-sized bed, exhausted from all the work and stress and math and sex. melissa wasted no time in pulling you close, wanting to fall asleep with her girl in her arms.

just before you drifted off, a troubling thought crept up on you.

"i can't be your aide anymore, can i?" you whispered to the woman whose chest was pressed up against your back.

"definitely not. but don't worry, i have a plan."

"what is it?"

"well, you'll be certified to teach in three weeks. janine's class still doesn't have a permanent sub, and right now you're our best option. you're great with the kids, and ava loves you. you're the hardest worker i know. plus, if you need any help, you've got abbott's best second-grade teacher right here."

"right here? so you're sticking around?"

"oh, sunshine, i'm not going anywhere."

[springwitch8]

Are there any songs you like to listen to when you write for Melissa?

love this question because i'm so fucking serious about my music 🩷

- two songs by sir chloe: animal and center. both are about sapphic sexuality, but they have completely different styles and moods. my most popular fic is named after animal. i saw her perform these songs live in a weird underground garage in my city and it was magical

- bloom by troye sivan. so sweet and makes me think of melissa x younger, less experienced reader. one of your girls (absolute hit tbh) also works for this pairing, but reader is more confident and openly flirty.

- heaven by mitski. girlfriend!mel would give you the world and then some. all sweetness and bliss.

- arms tonite by mother mother... touching yourself in your lover's arms is sexy, and even hotter when your lover is melissa. and you know she's so into it.

- i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys. reader definitely has this playing in her headphones while she freaks out over melissa's every move.

- bad idea by girl in red. self-explanatory.

fics will be back after i take my law school admissions exam this week!

[springwitch8]

hey!! your writing is amazing 🤩

may I request a melissa x fem teacher!reader fic where melissa finds r reading smut in the break room... and the rest is up to you 😉

no pressure ofc!

caught you, butterfly

summary: melissa catches you reading smut during open house. she is entirely too smug about it—until that smugness turns suggestive.

warnings: lesbian smut as usual (18+), sorta humiliation kink, light spanking, squirting, overstim, vibrators, sensitizing lube, a fuckton of pet names, misunderstandings, age gap, mel is lowkey antagonistic towards reader but only 'cause she wants to rail her, more of reader loving witches because this is springwitch what do you expect

notes: hope you don't mind i changed the prompt slightly! this is really fucking long but i think it's worth it. mean tease mel is something i didn't know i needed until now. enjoy, witches ❤️‍🔥

open house at abbott was never a fun night. being forced to stay at work late into the evening, sitting in those rock-hard school chairs, trying to pass the time knowing that no parents were coming. some teachers used the hours to catch up on work. others bonded over card games and decaf coffee. not you.

no, you were tucked away in the comfiest corner of your classroom, lost in a romance novel as rain pounded on the windows. open house was a drag, yes, and you'd much rather be at home. but you were in a state of pure relaxation. besides, it was nice to spend a night in your classroom without all the usual noise and stress. you had decorated the room yourself, after all, and it sure paid off.

you glanced up from your book to look outside. the playground equipment and the city streets glistened with fresh rain. cars passed by. the traffic lights changed colors. everything seemed dull and muted, tinted blue by the disappearing sun and the clouds overhead. although, you supposed, everything was dull in comparison to your new favorite book.

april zamo is almost 21 and stuck in a rut. she works a dead-end retail job and lives alone in a cheap apartment, with no nearby loved ones or romantic prospects. when strange things start to happen all around her, she feels crazy for entertaining the thought that it might be connected to her emotions. that is, until she meets a magical woman who makes her realize she's a witch. and as april spends more time with the alluring woman, she comes to understand that she's unique in more ways than one.

your fingers traced the words, absently rereading the summary on the back cover. you checked the time on your phone. 6 p.m.—two more hours to go. plenty of time and privacy to enjoy some top-notch sapphic literature.

"this isn't fucking funny! let me go!" i choked out as her magic wrapped around me, pinning my arms above my head and my legs slightly too far apart. deep red sparks surrounded me and tickled my skin. the older witch only smirked.

"do i look like i'm laughing, princess? this is a learning experience for you. try to resist me. go on," her voice was deeper than i'd ever heard it. she was supposed to mentor me, make me a stronger witch. but now it seemed she had other goals in mind.

summoning all my power, i pushed against her restraints. my fingertips lit up with pale orange magic that i was completely unable to use. helpless. and then, as a punishment for my struggling, her power opened my legs even farther.

"poor, sweet girl. all spread out and at my mercy," the look on her face was sadistic. my teacher was depraved, and i'd fallen into her trap. so why did i feel such burning heat between my legs? why did i long for the older woman's touch?

"why are you doing this?" i asked her, my voice trembling in fear and arousal. a grin slowly dawned on her face and she raised her palm. her fingers, glowing red, twisted and curled. in an instant, i was flat on my back in front of her. my thighs were laid open wide, bringing my mentor face-to-face with my—

your heart dropped as the book was snatched from your hands. you spun your chair around to find that melissa had crept up on you. now she stood over you, holding the book open to the page you had been reading. as she read the words, her expression darkened and her lips parted slightly in surprise.

---

melissa had been picking on you since your first day at abbott. you were a young teacher, eager and hungry for your colleagues' approval. this apparently made pushing your buttons an irresistible option for the redhead.

she despised you; you were sure of it. she would call you condescending nicknames, like 'princess' and 'sweetheart', while demeaning your teaching style. she made fun of your clothes, scrutinizing the fit and feel of your brightly colored dresses and skirts. "i haven't read the policy, but i don't think teachers are supposed to dress up like little fairies."

one day when you had decided to forgo a bra, she cozied up next to you on the breakroom couch. leaning in, she whispered "chilly, babygirl?" with her pointed fingers inches away from your nipples.

considering all of this, you should have hated melissa. you should have ignored her comments and avoided her company. yet, try as you might, you couldn't fight your attraction to her. the older woman was quick and feisty. she effortlessly commanded any room she entered. she knew more about the world than you, and she wasn't afraid to show it. so when you had her attention—even if she was mocking you—it sent electricity coursing through your body.

---

and now, she wore a delighted grin as she read the dirty words in your favorite book. she had seemingly picked up on the story's parallels to your own situation. to your horror, she smirked down at you and began to read out loud.

"she snapped her fingers, and my skirt and panties disappeared into a wine-red mist. she could now see plainly how wet i was. she swiped two fingers through my puffy folds, then held them up to the light. 'because you're so cute when you're worked up,' she teased, her breath hot and tingly on my inner thighs. her glistening fingers snaked back down my torso and found my clit, pressing down on it."

"this'a pretty naughty book you got here," melissa said smugly, peering down at you through her glasses. you felt small under her amused gaze and rubbed your legs together instinctively.

"you've made your point, schemmenti. just give it back and we can forget this ever—"

"oh no, dollface," she cut you off and gripped the armrests of your chair, cornering you. "i'm learnin' so much about you and your dirty little mind."

flustered and mortified, you couldn't bear to look at the cruel woman above you. she brought one hand up to your shoulder and traced a path up your neck until she was cupping your face, forcing you to meet her eyes.

"i mean, i might've expected this from somebody else. ava, maybe. but you? abbott's darlin'? our pretty princess with a heart of gold?" she inched closer to you with every word, and you fought the urge to lean into the warmth of her body. "now that's juicy."

"please don't tell the others. they already think i'm a joke," you begged, your wide eyes tearing up. at this, melissa's expression softened. her thumb traced your bottom lip soothingly, and a tingling warmth settled deep in your bones.

"what makes you say that?" melissa asked. her eyebrows were knitted together, her lips curved slightly downward.

"they always laugh when you pick on me," you mumbled, clearly bothered by the way your coworkers treated you. a look of realization crossed melissa's face.

"sweetheart, you know i don't mean those things, right?" you simply shrunk away from her and curled in on yourself. you wouldn't let her get away with lying to make you feel better.

melissa was having none of it. lacing her arms around your back, she guided you up out of the chair and sat you on the desk so that you were eye-level with her. she placed her hands on your knees and you tried like hell to stay still.

"listen, butterfly, i'm only gonna say this once. i don't think you're a joke. i think you're hot," she said plainly. you scoffed. yeah, right. but when you searched her emerald eyes, you found nothing but sincerity.

"and i don't know how to deal with that, so i talk down to you," she continued. "i give you a hard time because it distracts me from all the things i wanna do to you. inappropriate things. the others figured it out, and that's why they laugh. they're laughin' at me, not you."

melissa's confession left you speechless, and she held her breath for your reaction. soon a giddy smile appeared on your face, and melissa was elated. you liked her back. she grinned at you as her hands began to migrate up your thighs. in response, you nodded and spread your legs to welcome her.

"ya know, i never thought a pretty young thing like you would be into me. thought i could only dream of havin' you in my bed. but now," she withdrew her hands from your thighs and picked up your novel, still open to the same page. "now i see a whole new side of you."

"the older woman's fingers rubbed firm circles on my clit, making me whine and writhe against the restraints," melissa read in what you could only assume was her sexy voice. "she retracted her hand but her power lingered, scarlet sparks lighting up my sensitive nub. it was a harsh, buzzing pressure that made me mewl. my mentor drank in the sight of me helpless against the stimulation. 'i'm going to teach you what real pleasure feels like, little witch.'"

"well," melissa started, closing the book and slotting herself between your legs again. "i'm not a witch, but i think i could make you feel pretty damn magical, fairy. how about it?"

you answered by surging forward and pressing your lips to hers, pulling her closer so that her body pressed against your core. when you moaned at the contact, melissa wasted no time licking into your mouth. she had waited six months for this, and god was it worth it. your mouth was soft and warm and she wanted to drown in it.

"attention, abbott faculty!" ava's voice on the PA system startled both of you, and you pulled away hastily. "since nobody's here for open house, there's been a change of plans. please pause your degenerate activities and make your way to the break room. that means you, melissa schemmenti and y/n y/l/n."

alarmed by ava's callout, your head whipped toward the classroom door. you caught a glimpse of janine and jacob peeking around the doorframe before they took off running. melissa chased after them, her high heels clacking on the floor as she ran down the hallway to defend your honor.

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after grilling you and melissa for about half an hour, ava finally let the teachers go home for the night. melissa expertly defended you from the group's invasive questions, which made your heart swell with affection.

thankfully, jacob and janine had only caught the end of your interaction with melissa. they saw you kissing, and that was it. ava actually hadn't seen anything; she just noticed that the two of you were MIA and assumed something was going down. you both were lucky that nobody had heard your intimate conversation.

"see you tomorrow!" janine called as you and melissa walked hand-in-hand to the parking lot. while your coworkers stayed behind to gather their things, you and melissa wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

"if y/n can even walk tomorrow," ava snickered, earning a stern look from barbara. barb had also been helpful during the interrogation, scolding her juniors for making suggestive comments and prying into your private affairs. she was just happy to see her best friend happy.

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fifteen minutes later, your car was parked in melissa's driveway. she guided you inside her house and closed the door behind you. you expected her to pounce on you the moment she had you alone, but for a moment she just stood there raking her eyes up and down your figure. you caught a glint of that familiar meanness in her eyes as she moved to whisper in your ear.

"you got two minutes to run upstairs and take all your clothes off. if you're not lying naked on my bed by the time i get up there, there will be consequences. got it, doll?"

you didn't respond because there was no time to waste. melissa chuckled lowly as you scrambled to comply with her orders. you ran upstairs and through the open door to her bedroom, which was large and vibrant. posters, paintings, and photos lined the walls, each representing a different aspect of melissa's life. you smiled when you saw a framed picture of her and barbara on her nightstand. it looked to be several years old.

"better hurry, butterfly!" melissa's teasing voice grew closer by the second, and a thrilling sort of panic took hold of you. you stripped as fast as you could, but she walked in right as you were pulling off your panties.

"i'm lovin' this view, gorgeous," she mused from behind you, staring unashamedly at your ass while you were bent over. "but you didn't follow my instructions. lay down on the bed, ass up."

the command was enough to have your core tingling with need. as you situated yourself on the bed, you had an obscene thought: could she see how wet you were? could she smell you?

if she could, she didn't let on (yet). she climbed on to the bed behind you, pulling you up on to her lap. you stayed in that position for several silent minutes, melissa drawing abstract patterns on the backs of your legs. she unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it aside, wanting you to feel her. then, just as you were starting to relax, she brought her hand down on your ass—hard. you yelped, your face contorting in pain and arousal.

"aw, did that hurt? pretty fairy can't take a spanking?" she goaded you, but you remained steadfast in your mission to be a good girl. you wiggled and whined as she spanked you once, twice, three more times on each side. the hits got gentler as she went on, so you weren't too hurt and tired out when it was over. just enough to be dripping and pliant in melissa's lap.

"went easy on ya because it's your first time. you'll learn to take it way harder like a good girl," she said in that smooth, sexy voice you recognized from the classroom rendezvous. reaching down to your pussy, she laughed darkly at how wet you were. "i still owe you some magic touch, huh?"

she reached into her night table drawer, retrieving a pink bullet vibrator and some kind of lube. so considerate. she then guided you to lie back in front of her and nudged your knees until they fell open. butterfly pose.

"such a pretty pussy," she murmured, almost to herself. "you're plenty wet, honey, but i'm still gonna rub some lube on you okay? it'll give you those magic tingles."

you nodded excitedly and threw your head back as soon as her fingers brushed your clit. the sensitizing lube made your bundle feel so hot and exposed. she rubbed the lube all over your folds and around your entrance before picking up the vibrator. thanks to the lube, you felt that same 'buzzing pressure' on your clit from the book. you couldn't resist making a smart remark.

"you're a w—ah!" your quip was cut short by a high-pitched moan when melissa brought the bullet vibrator to your clit on the lowest setting. "you're," you panted, "a witch."

"maybe i am," she hummed, a pleased expression on her face. she turned the vibrator up two settings and you squealed, the pleasure almost too much for you to take. when you had adjusted a bit to the stimulation, melissa used her unoccupied hand to approach your entrance. she teased it with one finger before sliding in. you gasped and clenched around her.

"fuck you're so tight, sweet girl," she sighed, making you gush around her. "oh, you like that?"

you merely moaned in response. her finger stroked your walls delicately, searching for your spot. when she brushed against it, you saw stars and your whole body shook underneath her.

"there she is," she cooed, swiftly adding another finger and massaging that spot with every thrust. she watched your face as your orgasm approached, your lips parted in ecstasy.

"mel, i'm c-close," you stuttered, release just seconds away. "please."

"oooh, mel. i like that," she took one more moment to appreciate the impending pleasure written on your face. "you can let go, angel, i got you."

the building heat in your core finally spilled over, spreading through your whole body. melissa's electric touch ignited the flames. like magic.

in your blissful haze, you barely noticed melissa lifting you up to sit flush against her chest, her legs wrapped around yours. but you became incredibly aware of the new position when melissa didn't let up after your first orgasm, and you tried to close your legs to no avail.

"come on, lovebug, give me one more. i know you can; i can feel you clenching," she murmured encouragement in your ear and planted kisses all around it—on your neck, your temple, your cheek.

she held you tightly in her arms as she turned the vibrator up to its highest setting, hooking her fingers into that perfect spot inside you. and you lost it. you vaguely registered a warm liquid running down your thighs, but all you could really feel as you rode the orgasmic wave was melissa.

you spasmed in her arms, simultaneously soaring through a rosy sky and drowning in the older woman. her body was soft and warm around you, her voice offering sweet nothings that echoed in an endless fog of pleasure. fiery red streaked through your vision—her hair, you realized, as you had thrown your head back over her shoulder. she continued to kiss you all over as you returned from the precipice.

"mmm," melissa hummed when you finally regained your strength and shifted in her lap to look at her. "you make the cutest face when you come, did ya know that?"

you playfully swatted her arm and leaned into her, burying your blushing face in her neck. her body twitched and vibrated a bit underneath you. despite her best efforts to hide it, you noticed, and sat back to give her your best puppy-dog eyes.

"i want, um..." you trailed off shyly. she looked back at you smugly, raising her eyebrows for you to continue. but the rapid rise and fall of her plush chest betrayed her arousal. "i wanna make you feel good too."

"yeah? you wanna go down on me?" she grinned when you nodded eagerly. "okay, babygirl. give me a sec."

melissa, still fully clothed except for her shirt, reached down and unbuttoned her dress pants. her movements were fumbling and hasty as she slid the pants down and off.

your blown pupils were drawn to the visible wet patch on her red panties. what a goddess. you still wanted her to be comfortable, so you reached for the lube. this made her smile and stroke your cheek fondly.

"alright, baby, go ahead. start slow; tease me first," she instructed. you appreciated the guidance, wanting to know what she liked so that you could take her just as high as she had taken you. you tentatively reached out and stroked her over her panties with one finger. up and down and around her clit. "that's it, good girl."

you couldn't believe you got to see her like this, lips parted in bliss from your ministrations. you had spent so long getting flustered at her every word, putting up with her teasing because the older woman's attention sent electric shocks to your core. and now, to know that she longed for you just the same—to see her coming apart at the slightest touch from her butterfly—it was divine.

abruptly, you withdrew your hand and leaned down to place a kiss on her clit through the fabric. a quick peck turned into languid sucking, sweet hot pressure on her bundle of nerves. melissa struggled to keep her composure.

"oh, just like that sweetheart, feels so nice," she breathed. once you could feel wetness seeping through her panties, you hooked your fingers in the waistband and gestured for melissa to raise her hips.

once the fabric was out of the way, you reached for the lube and carefully (lovingly?) spread some over her pussy. you wanted to spare her any discomfort and let her enjoy this moment. her hands fisted in the sheets when she felt the tingling, but you didn't keep her waiting for long.

you licked a lazy stripe from her entrance to your clit, then traced back down and around in a figure-eight motion. her voice was torn between breathy praises and contented sighs as you pleasured her. mel knew she wouldn't last long; she had almost gone over the damn edge earlier, all hot and bothered from feeling your body convulse in her lap and hearing your cries when you lost control.

"fuck!" she gasped when you took her sensitive clit into your mouth, nursing it. "baby..." she trailed off as her orgasm swept over her.

you worked her through it with kisses and kitten licks all over her folds until she pushed your head away. she opened her arms and you happily snuggled up to her.

"you know i'm gonna have to borrow that book, right?" melissa broke the silence after a few minutes. she stroked your hair, lulled into a peaceful state by the feel of your skin and the smell of your shampoo.

"why, mel?"

"because i wanna know every little fantasy in your beautiful head," melissa cooed. you smiled brightly at the confirmation that this wouldn't be a one-time thing. "i can't tie you up with my mind, but that woman in the story had the right idea..."

"stop talking like that or you'll make me wet again," you said. melissa made a mental note to buy rope in your favorite colors.

"point is, i got more magic planned for you, little witch," she chuckled. "and now you're all mine."

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[springwitch8]

green like her eyes (part 2) (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 1

summary: you and melissa enjoy smoking weed together to blow off steam from work. this time, things get really steamy.

warnings: smut (18+), recreational marijuana use, consensual high sex, i'm a big fan of dirty talk can you tell

notes: consume drugs responsibly. my requests are open—what do you want to read next? leave a reply and i'll kiss you sweetly 💚

despite your best efforts, you both got soaked in the rain. you were high, so running through the woods felt like flying—but in reality, you two were pretty sluggish as you made your way back to melissa's house. it had been an exhausting work week, after all.

when you found shelter on melissa's front porch, you spent a moment catching your breath and giggling at the absurdity of your situation. melissa fumbled with her keys as her eyes, dark and slightly bloodshot, raked over you.

your thin blouse and skirt were thoroughly drenched and nearly see-through. she made a point not to look below your waist, but she did sneak several peeks at your breasts as they bounced with every breathy laugh. your hair was disheveled, and your makeup had been ruined by the water dripping down your face. you looked messy, and melissa's heart raced at the thought of seeing you like this in a different context.

seeing you shiver broke her out of her trance, and melissa swiftly unlocked the door. she guided you inside with a hand on your lower back and followed after you. once inside, you hesitated to venture past the welcome mat. your clothes were dripping wet and freezing cold, and the last thing you wanted to do was make a mess of melissa's treasured home.

"it's a little late to get shy on me now, sweetheart," melissa said, watching you hover by the door with your arms wrapped around yourself. "you're shakin' like a leaf. come warm up by the fire."

melissa crooked two fingers at you, calling you over to her, and at this point you were convinced she was teasing you on purpose. she had to know that you were thinking about those two fingers curling and pumping inside you.

nonetheless, you obeyed melissa and joined her by the fireplace. dazed and still deeply high, you thought nothing of resting your head on her shoulder.

"mel, i'm coooold," you whined in her ear. "these clothes feel awful."

your clothes felt like icy weights on your body, and you wanted them off as soon as possible. so did melissa. she didn't miss a beat.

"you can borrow some of mine. be right back, okay?" she kissed your cheek lightly—so lightly you thought you imagined it—before rushing upstairs to her room.

uncomfortable and missing melissa already, you had only one goal: to get those evil clothes off your body. you pawed and tugged at your shirt in an attempt to pull it over your head and off. but with your motor skills having taken a hit from the weed, you failed. instead, you got stuck with your arms above your head and the shirt halfway off.

"jeez, hon! what'd ya get yourself into now?" melissa's tone was playful as she came swiftly to your rescue. she took hold of the shirt and instructed you to hold still. "easy now... there we go."

melissa didn't hesitate to help you out of that predicament. she also wasn't prepared to see you topless. as soon as the blouse came off, melissa felt herself salivate. her hands almost tingled with the need to touch you, to map out every inch of soft skin and commit it to memory. she held back for the moment, but her resolve was weakening.

"my hero!" you pulled melissa into a quick hug, missing the way her face flamed at the feeling of your almost-bare chest against hers. "can you help me with one more thing?"

you turned around and gestured toward your bra, hoping she would unhook it for you. the bra, too, was soaked through. in the corner of her eye, melissa caught your nipples straining against the damp fabric, and she took pity.

her fingers left goosebumps in their wake as she deftly unhooked your bra, and you smiled to yourself. your plan was working. you may have been high, but you were well in control of your faculties that night. you knew that the time to make a move was upon you, and you wouldn't give up a shot with melissa schemmenti for anything.

confidently, you spun around to face melissa, now completely bare from the waist up. you giggled when you saw her averting her eyes politely. melissa schemmenti, flustered? you never thought you'd see the day.

"what did you bring me to wear? anything good?" your questions forced melissa to meet your gaze and refocus. she knew what you were doing, and it was taking all of her strength to resist pouncing on you like a tiger.

to your pleasant surprise, melissa then tossed you a cherry red oversized tee with black text on both sides. the front read "abbott elementary field day 1999" with the school's mascot; the back had "ms. schemmenti" above a number, like a jersey.

the best part about the shirt? it was warm. melissa must have just taken it out of the dryer. you held the garment up to your chest, in part to preserve your modesty but also to get a sneaky breath of her scent. your heart felt warm and fuzzy, both due to the older woman's tenderness and the sentimentality behind this little piece of abbott history.

"'99 was a rough year for the kids. i called in a favor with my custom t-shirt guy and had those made for field day. my red team won," melissa said proudly.

you pulled the shirt over your head and let the warmth and comfort surround you. melissa gently helped guide the shirt over your arms, smiling when she saw you in her clothes. you looked good in the shirt. for a moment, she let herself fantasize that you were hers.

"mmm, feels so good," you purred in melissa's ear teasingly. you wanted her to snap so badly. "this skirt is killing me. i hope you don't mind..."

it's killing me too, melissa thought as she watched you pull the wet skirt down your legs and off. she felt no shame about devouring you with her eyes—how could she when you were standing right in front of her, bending over and enticing her as you stripped down to your (suspiciously damp) underwear?

"looks like the rain got your panties wet, too," melissa's voice was hushed, but sure. you turned around and let the red shirt fall to cover your ass. you stalked over to her with a sickly sweet smile and leaned in to whisper.

"not the rain, guess again," you never broke eye contact as you awaited her reply, daring her to make a move. melissa drew a sharp breath in.

"if you keep teasin' me, i won't be able to control myself," she almost growled the confession.

"what if i want you to lose control?"

melissa wasted no time. she reached out and cupped your face, then pulled you in roughly for a kiss. the first kiss was gentle, with her lips like pillows against your own and one of her hands migrating down your back. but it soon became clear that melissa was not interested in taking things slow. she had already waited too long for you.

her hands were all over you as she kissed you roughly, tasting every corner of your mouth. you gasped for air when melissa's hands found your ass and gave a hard squeeze. while you were distracted, she pushed you away from the fireplace and onto the couch. she looked ready to devour you whole as she joined you on the couch and descended on your body.

"so," she started, pausing to place several heated kisses on your neck, "you wanna tell me why your panties are wet?"

"i think you know," you breathed out, your shaky voice betraying your neediness.

"oh babygirl, i wanna hear you say it," she purred before latching on to your neck, marking you while she awaited your response.

"you're why. it's you," you confessed, hoping that would be enough to satisfy her.

"i'm gonna need specifics, hon. what about me makes you so wet?"

"i- um..."

"is it the way i touch you? when i feel you up on this couch, do you sit here drippin' down your thighs?"

you nodded profusely, eyes widening and cheeks heating up. she read you like a book. if you weren't so high and desperate, you would have been impressed. but all you could process was the incredible feeling of melissa's hands and mouth finally exploring you without restraint.

her hands slowly migrated upwards, caressing your torso and landing on your tits. she held them and squeezed, kneading the flesh eagerly. when her fingers suddenly moved to pinch your stiff nipples, you let out a pathetic squeal.

"that's a good girl, lettin' me play with you like this," she cooed.

you shuddered, goosebumps erupting on your skin at the praise. melissa, of course, noticed, and she pulled back to look at you with a sly grin on her face.

"found one button," she said, her green eyes sparkling with amusement and arousal. "let's see if i can find another."

her skilled fingers darted down to your panties, on a mission. she watched your face intently as she pressed her pointer finger firmly on your clit through the fabric. you gasped and squirmed, bucking up towards her finger.

"oooh, she likes that," melissa purred. she swiftly dipped inside your panties and began to rub soft circles on your clit. "do you touch yourself like this and pretend it's me? hmmm?"

you managed to choke out a "yes" between moans, and melissa seemed pleased.

"i bet you do. god, you're pretty like this," she mused, increasing the speed of her ministrations. she leaned down to your ear, wanting you to feel the heat of her breath as she worked you up. "you wanna keep wearin' my shirt while i fuck you? so you remember you're mine?"

you whimpered, feeling hot all over as you approached your high far too quickly. when your legs started to shake, melissa withdrew her fingers and sat up.

"lie back and spread your legs for me, pretty girl," she said gently, and you complied. she situated herself between your spread legs and leaned down to get a closer look at your pussy. she guided you to lift your hips, then pulled your panties off and stuffed them in her pocket. using two fingers to swipe through your folds, she spread your wetness around. "you're soaked, honey."

"please, mel. need you," you said, the words coming out as a keening whine. melissa didn't hesitate to give you what you craved. holding your legs open with her hands on your thighs, she dove in, licking through your slit with fervor.

her tongue trailed up to your clit, drawing quick circles around it. melissa seemed genuinely enamored with your pussy, aiming to taste every glistening inch. she alternated between playing with your clit, feeling it pulse and jump against her tongue with every stroke, and sucking on it.

when she felt you trembling again, she doubled down, wrapping her mouth around your clit and sucking on it like it was all she loved in the world. the heat in your lower belly burst and spread throughout your body, and you spasmed against melissa as you came.

while you were still reeling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, melissa began to tease your entrance with two fingers. her tongue never let up as she thrust deep into you, earning her a strangled cry.

her fingers brushed sweet spots you didn't even know you had, reaching deeper than your own digits ever could. when she curled her fingers to press on your g-spot, you wailed. searching for something to anchor you, your right hand grasped melissa's and your left hand gripped the sheets.

"right there, baby? does that spot feel nice?" she teased, already knowing the answer. before long, your legs were shaking again, and melissa had to lean on you a bit to keep you still. "are you gonna come for me again? i know you're close angel, just let go."

so you did. and melissa was there by your side through every crest and valley, her thumb soothing over the back of your hand while she whispered sweet nothings.

"you did so well for me, hon. my beautiful, good girl..." her words were a whisper that echoed around you, keeping you calm after an intense high.

once your heartbeat started to slow, you opened your eyes and looked at melissa. she gave you a warm smile, her lips shiny with your arousal. overcome with feeling for the goddess in front of you, you sat up and surged forward. you captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

"so," melissa said, panting as she drew away. "wanna smoke another one?"

[springwitch8]

green like her eyes (part 1) (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 2

summary: you and melissa enjoy smoking weed together to blow off steam from work. this time, things get really steamy.

warnings: sexual content (18+), recreational marijuana use, some emotional/romantic story elements (fluff? more like intense mutual pining), trippy scenes and a general dark aura at times but it's cute

notes: i'm back! consume drugs responsibly, folks. this story is different from my usual content and loosely based on an ex-situationship lol. part 1 sets up the relationship between mel and reader, and part 2 (hopefully coming in the next few days) will feature some more sexual tension and smut. comments and feedback appreciated as always 💚

melissa never would have guessed that you were as young as you were when she met you. unlike other teachers your age, you had a natural air of maturity about you. you were confident but not cocky, passionate (but not annoyingly so, like janine), and smart but not smug about it. in a word, you were cool. and melissa was hooked. with the natural chemistry between the two of you, you became fast friends.

you never meant for melissa to find out about your extracurricular interest in marijuana, but it just slipped out one day. you were too comfortable around her to hold anything back.

"god, what a week it's been," you mused, sitting on her desk as you watched her pack up for the weekend. "i just need to curl up on my couch, put on some netflix, and maybe smoke..."

"smoke what?" she asked reflexively, and you knew she was a keeper.

in the conversation that followed, you and melissa made plans to smoke together that night. what started as a fun experiment soon became routine stress relief. you'd go over to melissa's house every friday night and make full use of the weed from one of her many 'guys'. because melissa cared about your safety, she never let you drive home. you'd just have to sleep over. and since she wouldn't let you sleep on the couch—'the last thing ya need at your age is back pain!'—you would just have to sleep in her bed. with her.

with the introduction of this shared interest, your relationship with melissa became much more intimate. for starters, melissa's touches were always bolder on friday nights. while she wasn't shy about touching you sober—drifting her hand along your lower back as she brushed past you, rubbing your shoulders when you looked stressed in the breakroom—the touches were different after a joint or two. hungrier.

where you were a giggly and whimsical stoner, melissa was definitely a touchy one. you two would sit on her couch, practically on top of each other while you watched movies or played video games. you'd talk animatedly about whatever was happening on the tv; she'd watch your face and trace featherlight patterns on your thighs. and your belly. and maybe also the swell of your ass, when she thought she could get away with it.

she always could.

...

after the success of ava fest, the two of you were on top of the world. tonight's would be the best sleepover yet.

"we got lots to celebrate, sweet pea," melissa had covertly whispered in your ear as people filed out of the gym. you knew what she meant and your face warmed, causing you to look away bashfully. melissa thought you were the cutest thing.

when you let yourself in the front door that night, you were met with the mesmerizing sight of melissa rolling a joint on her kitchen counter. she smirked as you faltered in the doorway, eyes lingering on her working fingers. she rubbed the flower between her fingertips, and your mind betrayed you with a filthy image.

"y/n? you comin' in?" melissa's amused voice brought you out of your trance and you kicked your boots off, closing the door behind you. melissa didn't miss the way your skirt lifted and swirled with your movements.

"looking good, chef schemmenti," you gestured between melissa and the joint-in-progress. at this she smiled, trying not to stare at your breasts and legs as you moved closer in that damn outfit.

you leaned against the counter across from her, making sure to push your tits forward while doing so. you winked at melissa, whose cheeks had turned a shade pinker, and motioned for her to continue rolling up.

"thanks, hon. this stuff's supposed to be top-shelf. gelato, i think they said," melissa's south philly accent was clear as she spoke.

you smiled in appreciation. melissa knew you liked to research what you smoked before you got high on it. you picked up your phone to look up the strain, but then you saw melissa bring the paper up to her lips.

her tongue darted out and drew a line across the paper, allowing melissa to seal the joint. she held eye contact with you the entire time, and you swore she could read your mind. it was like she knew you were thinking about her tongue sweeping through your folds and circling your bundle.

you knew it was wrong; it had to be. she was your coworker, and so much older with more experience in every aspect of life. but that was exactly what attracted you to her.

"whaddaya say? wanna light this one up?" melissa held the joint up to your line of sight, an amused glint in her eyes.

...

minutes later you were standing on her balcony, huddled together to keep the wind from putting out the flame. melissa took the first hit, blowing an impressive cloud of smoke from her full lips and into the sky. you felt dizzy watching the way her lips curled into an 'o' around the smoke.

when she passed the joint to you, you were determined to prove yourself. you took a long inhale, and in seconds you were coughing furiously. melissa chuckled under her breath, but reached out to rub your back. her touch felt electric.

"you okay, hon? i would call an ambulance, but this community doesn't need to know what ms. schemmenti and ms. y/l/n do behind closed doors," she joked, drawing circles on your back.

"yeah, i'm alright," you rasped out, brushing tears from your eyes. "my lungs just need a break." melissa paused a moment at that, looking deep in thought.

"do you trust me?" she finally asked after a prolonged silence. you nodded firmly, staring deep into her probing eyes. they were as green as the trees in her backyard.

melissa took another hit of the joint and leaned in, and before you knew it her mouth was on yours. her tongue swiped along your bottom lip, and your lips parted to welcome her in. she blew a steady stream of smoke into your mouth, and you accepted it greedily.

"there. feel better?" melissa whispered as she pulled away from you. her pupils were blown, and you felt high on the look she gave you alone. you both grinned.

the rest of the session went that way. melissa would take sizable hits of the joint, then shotgun the smoke into your mouth for you. you didn't touch the joint for the rest of the night; if you wanted a direct hit, melissa would hold it up to your lips while her other arm rested on your waist.

melissa was right about the weed being high-quality. you felt like you were floating in her arms as she held you by the waist—keeping you upright in your disoriented state. as she finished off the last of the joint, you looked out at the woods behind melissa's house. the trees seemed closer to you now, and you felt like reaching out and touching the branches as they danced in the wind.

"honey?" melissa's soft voice echoed in your head and you turned to face her. her eyes seemed to swirl and sparkle like emerald pools. but there was also a dark edge to them, reminding you of the beckoning woods.

"let's go for a walk."

...

though it wasn't your typical pastime, you quite liked walking while high. your legs moved on autopilot, and you could hardly feel them carrying you across the dark earth. there was a walking path through the woods behind melissa's house. you strolled side-by-side with the older woman, leaning on her for support when your balance failed you.

"mel, look!" you grabbed her hand and stopped on the path, your other hand pointing up to the sky. "it's a full moon! pretty, right?"

"beautiful..." melissa responded, not at all looking at the moon. her gaze was fixed on your face, which seemed to glow under the moonlight. when her finger stroked the back of your hand absently, you shivered and looked back at her. the expression on her face was soft, even peaceful. with her mouth forming a half-smile and her eyes slightly unfocused, it seemed like she had finally dropped her guard. realizing she had been caught staring, melissa quickly pivoted.

"i always liked the sun better, though," she said as you both resumed walking. the moon's shine weakened then, as if obscured by a cloud. melissa stole a glance at you, noticing how your hair looked a shade darker in the dimmer light. she wanted to stroke it, hold it up to all different colors of light and watch its hues and highlights change.

"huh. why?" you wondered aloud. melissa considered your question a while before answering.

"because you can't run from it," melissa said plainly. "i never liked hidin' in the shadows. you can do that at night. but then the sun comes up, and it's bright and warm, and you can't stay down. you gotta wake up and be somebody."

you heard her words in every corner of your head, her deep voice flowing through you. maybe you were high, but there seemed to be a strong force—almost like gravity—pulling you towards melissa. not just physically, but mentally. you wanted to tell her how smart she was, how charming and powerful and fucking sexy. you wanted to tell her that she was the sun burning brightly at the center of your world.

unfortunately, in your hazy headspace, you couldn't find the words to express all this to her. but you sure tried.

"and the sun is hot and fiery, like you," you almost whispered the last two words, but melissa caught them. she brushed off the compliment with a low laugh and a squeeze of your hand, still clasped in hers.

"sure, hon," she murmured. then you started to feel the stirrings of a rainstorm. cold droplets of water kissed your head and ran down your torso, and you looked to melissa for guidance. by now, you two were pretty far from melissa's house; you'd need to head back soon to avoid getting soaked.

melissa gave you a nod and you both began to run back towards the house, the wind howling in your ears and water beating steadily on your joined hands.

to be continued...

[springwitch8]

Hey you're writing is so beautiful and *cough cough* incredibly hot, would you be down to write a Melissa brat tamer oneshot 😅

No pressure ofc!

-anon

tear you apart (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

summary: you're feeling bratty and melissa is all too happy to punish you.

warnings: smut (18+), brat taming, punishment, degradation, spanking, humiliation, overstim, voyeurism? basically unhinged content + agatha harkness obsession disease 💜

notes: thank you anon for your kind words and this request! hope this is worth the wait. melissa is such a brat tamer and i'm reminded of that every time she makes a biting comment or threatens to fight someone. she needs a girl who can take it and then give it right back.

all you ever wanted was to make melissa feel good.

you knew from the start of your relationship that she was a top. but at first, you weren't sure what she liked: did she want you to be her good girl? or did she enjoy a challenge?

within a few weeks, you had pieced together the answer: it depended on the day. on bad days, all she wanted was her sweet, obedient angel.

one night she came home deflated, having fought with barbara over a teacher appreciation gift from the district. she pulled you into her and didn't let go, holding you close through hours of gentle sex. you were so soft, so comforting, so good.

"come sit on my lap, babydoll," she had said, patting her legs where she sat on the sofa. you obliged.

"are you okay?" you asked, searching her eyes for frustration and regret.

"i am now," she whispered as she caressed up your thighs, smiling as you nuzzled into her neck to hide your whimper. "just do what i say 'n make your pretty noises, and i'll be just fine."

good days were a different story. competition and conflict excited melissa. she felt most like herself when she was telling somebody off or winning some game. so, when things were quiet at work or when she was feeling playful, you were more than happy to give her the challenge she craved. your attitude drove her insane, and putting you in your place was always exhilarating.

tonight was a good night. you could tell from the moment she walked in the door, carrying that massive read-a-thon belt. she was on top of the world after her victory, and now she needed another conquest.

you twirled around the kitchen as you cooked dinner in your thin sleep shirt and little shorts. melissa loved seeing you like this: comfy, happy, and best of all, lightly clothed.

you smirked to yourself as you hatched a plan. instead of greeting her like usual, you pretended not to see her come in. then you held up your phone and took a selfie that just happened to provide a view down your shirt. melissa saw it all.

"whatcha doin', hon?" melissa raised an eyebrow at you, still smiling from a great day at work.

"oh, nothing. just texting ava," you replied coyly. melissa's jaw clenched ever so subtly.

you had been friends with ava since back when you were still working at abbott. melissa wasn't jealous of your friendship with ava. no, what irritated her was how shamelessly ava would check you out and hit on you. ava's advances were never serious, she knew that. but melissa also knew that ava hit on you at least as much as she did gregory, and that was a problem in her book.

you smiled at her and went back to your cooking like it was nothing. you were in for a fight tonight.

...

when you sat down in the living room to binge-watch wandavision after dinner, melissa attempted to stroke up your thighs several times. you refused her and innocently cuddled into her side.

all was going according to plan until you heard agatha say "good girl" on the television. you shuddered and pressed your legs together, and it did not go unnoticed by melissa.

"aw, hon. does that make you feel needy?"

she had the upper hand. but you could still salvage this.

"yes, agatha drives me crazy," you said, meeting her gaze and giving her a sultry smug look.

"i thought you liked wanda..." she grumbled, her jaw clenched. it was working.

"mmm no, agatha is more my type," you drawled. you remembered melissa dressed as the scarlet witch. that sinfully sexy costume. she had done it for you.

the fact that you were switching up on her now made her livid. your type? she wasn't your type?

"god, kathryn hahn..." you whispered when the camera focused in on agatha's magical fingers, absolutely selling that you were turned on. it pushed melissa over the edge.

in one swift move, she shut the tv off and crawled on top of you, pushing you into the couch by your sternum. the look in her eyes was dark, fiery, dangerous.

"take your clothes off," melissa growled, fire bubbling behind her eyes.

she pulled herself off of you and sat looking you over from the other end of the couch, an expectant look on her face.

"yes, ma'am," you scrambled to comply with her instructions, stripping eagerly in front of her.

"leave the panties on," melissa stopped you before you could drag your thong down your legs. "on the bed."

the two of you rushed up the stairs and over to the bedroom, her grabbing at your waist the entire time. melissa sat back against the pillows, her legs spread for you. she gestured between her legs and you knew what she wanted.

you squealed and quickly adjusted yourself to straddle her, your legs on either side of hers as you unbuttoned her shirt. she sat upright against the pillows, her messy hair framing her heated face.

once you had removed her shirt and bra, she fisted her hands in your hair and pushed your head downward. you quietly whimpered at the manhandling. she took the initiative to swiftly pull her pants and panties down to her ankles, giving you just one firm command: "be a good girl."

you parted her legs gently and dove in, licking wide stripes up her folds but avoiding her clit to tease her. it wasn't long before you felt a fist in your hair, pulling you off of her to meet her frustrated gaze.

"unless you want red handprints all over your ass, don't fuckin' tease," she sneered.

you were torn: you wanted that punishment, but you also wanted to be a good girl for her. you chose to be good for now, attaching your lips to her clit and making her groan in satisfaction. you could always push her buttons later.

"that's it, honey, right there," she choked out as you swirled your tongue around her clit. she wouldn't last long, already worked up from seeing you strip for her.

you lapped at her and sucked on her bundle of nerves, enjoying the chorus of good girl and don't stop until you felt her legs start to tremble around you. at that point, you pulled back, leaving her bucking up into nothing.

you gave her a mischievous grin and started to trace your lips with your thumb absentmindedly. you watched her seethe in anger, never taking her eyes off of you.

"oh, sorry, i think i smudged my lipstick. give me a second," you could hardly contain your giddiness at how angry she looked. you needed her to lose control.

without missing a beat, she grabbed your hair and forcefully pushed you back between her legs. all of her gentleness was gone.

"such a dumb fucking slut. can't even follow simple instructions," she scolded. "finish me off, whore, and then we'll work on your behavior."

you felt yourself get soaked again at the manhandling, her seething words and her promise to punish you. eager to make up for your misbehavior, you ate her out with reckless abandon. she reached her high within minutes, whispering filthy things to you the whole time.

"fuck, that's good. lookin' up at me like that with your big doe eyes. i'm gonna come all over that pretty, smart mouth."

she came with a low groan, coating your lips in her wetness. the sight was pornographic: you looked at her with hooded eyes and wet lips, slightly fearful of her next move. it was exhilarating.

when she had recovered, she sat up and stared you down, a twisted smirk on her face. you swore you knew what she would say before the words left her mouth.

"bend over my lap, beautiful." her tone was dark, but you could hear the excitement behind her words.

you scrambled to obey, laying face-down on her lap with your ass up, wiggling gently in front of her. enticing her.

for a minute, there was silence. she just watched in amusement as you squirmed in her lap, desperate for any kind of attention from her. from where she sat, she could see your arousal glistening on your thighs. she was drunk on the power.

"a little desperate, hmmm?" she teased. you nodded frantically. she started to trace light patterns on your ass with her fingernail. "let me tell you what's gonna happen now. i'm gonna spank your cute little ass until you're crying and begging me to stop. then, i'm gonna fuck you until you're so sensitive that you can't stand to be touched any more. sound good?"

while she was nonchalant, you were almost at your breaking point from her words alone. you were completely at her mercy. you managed a "yes" and nodded intently for her to continue with her plan, desperate to see it through to the end.

it was hardly a second later when she slapped your ass, hard. you should have seen it coming, but you still yelped in surprise. you felt throbbing between your legs as the pain spread through you.

this went on for a while, and eventually you lost count of how many times she'd hit your backside. tears rolled down your cheeks, and you hardly felt them. and you were soaking her lap with your arousal. melissa whispered filthy things to you the entire time.

"my pretty, little, brat," she emphasized each word with a harder slap.

when it finally stopped, she started to caress you all over and praise you for taking your punishment so well. her soft touch brought you back to reality, and she guided you to sit up.

"wow, sweetheart. you really made a mess," melissa said, gesturing to her legs which were sticky with your wetness. you hid your face in your hands.

"stop it, you know i wanna see you. in fact..." she trailed off with a smirk and reached to grab her phone off the nightstand. "touch yourself."

your mouth fell open at the command, and she gave you a challenging look. not wanting to push her any farther tonight, you did as she asked and tried to find a comfortable position.

"spread 'em wide, princess," she said, smiling down at her phone like she wasn't watching your every move.

a burning heat ran through you at her words. you leaned back and started to gently circle your clit through your panties, anxiously awaiting her next move. you were a whimpering, blushing mess when she finally looked up at you with a grin.

"stay just like that," she said while bringing her phone up to point it at you. you heard the clicking noise of the iphone camera and your eyes widened. melissa had never done anything like this before.

"w-what are you doing?" you barely managed the sentence as your fingers worked you up, making you gasp.

"oh, just givin' myself a little treat for later," she replied coyly. "and maybe next time you act up, i'll show ya these. make ya remember your place."

you shifted uncomfortably, feeling hot all over from your fingers and the humiliation. melissa noticed and put her phone aside to look in your eyes.

"color?" she whispered.

"pink..." you replied shyly. that meant she could keep going. she smiled and cupped your face in her hands, kissing you softly.

her hand traveled down to remove yours from between your legs. she finally laid you down on the bed, running her hands up your thighs. your legs fell open for her and she leaned in to inspect your swollen folds.

she hummed as she trailed two fingers through your wetness, earning her a pitiful noise. when she pulled away and mosied over to the dresser drawer, you knew what she was going to do.

"i think you're wet enough for the strap, don't you?" she pulled out a bright red one that you had never seen before. she watched your eyes as you reacted to its size.

"i bought this as a surprise for you knowin' you'd go crazy over it," she mused as she adjusted the harness and attached the dildo to it.

"mel, it's... big," you said, looking up at her with wide eyes as she positioned herself above you.

"yeah, hon, that's why i bought it," she teased, smirking as if it was the most obvious reply in the world. you breathed a sigh of relief as she covered the strap in a thick layer of lube.

she took the cock in one hand and maneuvered it through your folds, pressing on your clit and making you cry out. you shuddered when she positioned it at your entrance.

"you ready for me?" melissa trailed a finger under your chin and forced you to meet her eyes.

"pink," you breathed, and she pushed the tip in. you felt the stretch immediately, and melissa used her free hand to rub your abdomen soothingly.

she continued to work her way into you, her hand never stopping its comforting motions. when she bottomed out, you felt so full you could hardly breathe. it was a thrill.

you nodded at her to signal she could move, and she started to fuck you slow and hard. the size of the strap-on allowed her to hit places that you'd never felt before, and you couldn't hold back your moans.

her thrusts became rougher very quickly, and she dug her thumbs into your hips to balance herself. you knew there would be marks there tomorrow. her pace and the low groans she let out suggested that she was still hanging on to some frustration in need of release.

she hit your g-spot and you screamed, overwhelmed with the feeling of her. she noticed the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching: shaking legs, parted lips, strangled moans. in response, melissa reached down to rub your bundle of nerves roughly, and that sent you over the edge.

"good girl, so good," she coaxed you through your high. you thought she would stop after one. oh how naive you were. you were trembling and squirming away from her, and she just continued to rub your clit, rocking gently inside you.

"come on, honey, give me another, i know you can," she encouraged you, peppering you with sweet kisses. you nodded and she started to fuck you again in earnest.

every nerve ending in your body was buzzing, and all you could feel was melissa. she thrusted into you like her life depended on it, and you admired her face as she worked you. her red hair hung around her face, which had also become red from the exertion. it felt amazing—hell, it felt insane—to feel her hitting all the most sensitive spots inside you. but it felt even more amazing to have the sexiest woman on the planet on top of you, working your body like it was her life's mission.

when your second orgasm washed over you, it was more intense than the first. it drained all the power from your body and you surrendered yourself to your fiery lover. she again whispered sweet nothings in your ear to help you along. when you had stopped shuddering, she pulled out.

you caught your breath and watched her rise to her feet, humming as she took off the strap. you could see a devious glint in her expression that told you you weren't done quite yet.

after that small taste of relief, melissa stalked over to you and spread your legs once more. you whined in discomfort, too sensitive to take any more.

"shhhh, baby, lemme clean you," she soothed before beginning to lap at you, savoring your taste. she tried to avoid your clit but her nose brushed against it, bringing a pained noise from you. she hummed into you and kept going, stroking your legs to relax you.

after you had gotten comfortable with the feeling of her tongue she drifted up to your clit, circling it but avoiding direct contact. you gasped and bucked up into her mouth despite your best efforts. even the smallest touch felt like an electric shock.

when your whines turned to quiet moans, melissa wrapped her mouth around your clit and started to suck, rolling her tongue over it. the pressure was white-hot and deadly, and it sent you over the edge in seconds.

"my sweet angel, i love you, you did so well for me..." she comforted you through the comedown. she stroked your sides and you relaxed into her touch, your heartbeat finally slowing. she placed a fond kiss on your forehead, then got up to get a washcloth and some water for you.

...

"i won the read-a-thon today..." she said while she cleaned you.

"i noticed," you giggled, smiling up at her. the love in her eyes made the green irises sparkle and swim with possibility. "i'm so proud of you."

"you coulda said that earlier!" she joked, recalling your misbehavior. there was a comfortable silence before she spoke again. "actually, i think i like it when you fight me a little."

you gazed at her fondly and laughed again, feeling warm and cared for. "i noticed."

[springwitch8]

i'm asking nicely: give me what i want (melissa schemmenti x fem!teacher!reader)

summary: you and your girlfriend make a bet about who can last the longest without sex.

warnings: nsfw themes but no smut (yet), sorta humiliation, praise, mentions of overstim and bondage and punishment, explicit language. you and melissa are gay idiots

notes: a little something for your kinktober tastes! sorry it's not the fluffiest story—i'm like mostly aromantic, so i can't write love very well. this is my first time writing with the whole abbott gang, so let me know how i did! this one goes out to the girls who love teasing, light bickering, and sexy dialogue.

it all started with a bet.

you and melissa had been dating for just under a month (publicly for two weeks), and it was pure bliss. every time she looked at you with that playful sparkle in her eyes, you wanted to melt. she cared for you in a way that never failed to warm your heart.

she was passionate, too. her touch was magic. she could just lightly graze your thigh with her fingers, and you'd be putty in her hands. and she made you feel desirable. every time you were intimate, you could tell she was hungry for you. it turned you on beyond belief.

although things were wonderful between you two, you both loved a fight. you both realized this early on, and you'd take turns starting silly arguments for the fun of it. you could never resist pushing each other's buttons.

at worst, it would end with one of you pouting and the other apologizing. at best, it would end with you bent over melissa's lap as she took her frustrations out on you, or with you between her legs making up for being mean, or with her whispering soft apologies in your ear as she bounced you on her fingers...

tonight she had you pinned against her kitchen counter, kissing her way down your neck and relishing in your high-pitched sounds of need. she had been teasing you all day, working you up into a frenzy, and you did nothing but whine about how unfair it was. you would have let it go, but that was before she said...

"you're so easy, hon." she laughed into the crook of our neck, responding to your helpless whimpers. you pulled back and looked at her with wide eyes.

"mel... i am not," you said with a pout. she stared back at you, an amused smirk playing on her lips. god, she looked beautiful like this: her red hair slightly out of place, her full chest heaving, her eyes heavy with want.

"sure you're not," she teased. "that's why your legs are trembling 'n you can barely hold yourself up after a little bit of kissing."

she kissed the tip of your nose and you blushed, knowing she was right. she pressed you harder against the counter, holding your hips with both hands. she gently pinched the skin there, silently asking if she could continue. you shook your head resolutely.

"let's make this more interesting," you said, with mischief written on your face. melissa perked up. she loved bets. "no sex until one of us gives in and asks for it."

"alright, but don't ask me to put money on it. you know i quit gamblin' after i bet ava that jacob couldn't do a backflip."

"he is surprisingly agile," you giggled at the memory. "how about... if i win, you buy me that white lingerie set we saw at the store the other day."

melissa shuddered internally at the thought of her beautiful, innocent angel in such a heavenly set. the image gave her an idea of her own.

"deal," she leaned in close, ghosting her lips over the shell of your ear. "but if i win... i get to tie your arms and legs to the bedposts and make you come over and over until you sob."

you forgot how to breathe for a moment, and your knees nearly buckled underneath you. you contemplated folding right then, but you wanted to see where this little game would lead.

"you're on, schemmenti." you shook her hand, and melissa chuckled at your attempt at a firm handshake. even her laugh got you flustered and needy. you were a goner.

---

you knew melissa would come up with some plot to make you lose the game, but you didn't expect it to happen so soon. the next morning, you and melissa were sitting at your usual table in the workroom, sipping coffee and chatting with everyone. that's when her antics started.

"hey, doll, would you mind grabbin' me another cup of coffee?" melissa asked, handing you her 'tucci on' mug and flashing that irresistibly charming smile. you took the mug from her hands and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before heading to the coffee maker.

you could feel her eyes on you as you stood up, straightening out your skirt that had ridden up a bit too far to be appropriate for school. she continued to stare you down as you poured the coffee and brought it to her. you felt breathless from the intensity of her full attention.

"that's my good girl, thank you," she practically purred when you handed her the coffee, looking up at you smugly through her glasses. you nearly dropped the mug from shock, shooting her a look. how could she be so bold in front of your coworkers? it made you blush furiously.

gregory was the first to catch on, giving an awkward side eye to the cameras at melissa's words. melissa was undeterred, taking a sip of her coffee and making an exaggerated sound of pleasure, causing you to hide your face in your hands.

"god, that hits the spot," melissa said lowly, smirking at her own innuendo. jacob and janine looked between the two of you and each other, trading curious looks.

"oh hon, your necklace is all tangled in the back," melissa said, standing up and positioning herself behind you. "let me fix it for ya."

the older woman leaned down and caressed up your arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake. her fingers then crawled from your collarbones to the back of your neck, where she knew you were sensitive. she pretended to adjust your necklace while her fingers drew lazy patterns there. that, combined with the feeling of her warmth on you after the previous night's denial, had you weak. she sat back down in her chair with a satisfied huff.

at melissa's odd behavior and your pitiful reaction, your friends put it together that something was going on. even barbara gave melissa a questioning look. still, nobody said anything. until ava entered the room. the principal took one look at your flushed face and broke the silence.

"damn schemmenti, what'd you do to this one? i figured you were into some kinky shit, but..." she trailed off.

"AVA!" janine, barbara, and melissa scolded at once. "not appropriate!" barbara added.

"fine, but y'all know i'm right," ava said. she turned to you and melissa. "you better be at happy hour tonight. this looks juicy, and i'm gonna need some entertainment besides janine's dance moves."

you tuned out janine's offended "hey!", remembering the plans for that night. happy hour. fuck. you needed a plan, and a good one.

---

you never thought you'd willingly ask for ava's help on anything, but here you were. you sat in her office with your arms folded, embarrassed to be sharing this with your boss of all people. then again, ava was the probably the only person who knew how to get the job done.

"you really think that'll work?" you asked, mulling over ava's idea.

"obviously. you gotta use that body, girl. i'm talkin' playboy bunny sexy," she scrolled on her phone as she talked, keeping up her usual disinterested demeanor.

"but... what if she's put off by it?" you wondered aloud. ava looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow at you.

"i don't know if you've noticed, but your girlfriend's a total perv," she deadpanned. your jaw dropped and you stared at her, incredulous. "what, it's true! i see her lookin' up your skirt and down your shirt every damn day. y'all nasty."

she was right, of course. you didn't always catch it, but whenever you bent over in front of melissa, she looked ready to eat you alive. you gave in and started to plot tonight's outfit in your head.

"thanks, ava! next time i need help coming up with a scheme, i'll come to you," you said, bouncing out of the room excitedly.

"run, little lesbian bunny! go get your girl!" ava laughed to herself and went back to her phone.

---

melissa's eyes were dark and narrow, fixed on you in your special outfit. you couldn't tell if she was angry or turned on. probably both.

your clothing was tasteful, yet tantalizing: a strawberry pink crop top with a generous v-neck and white mini skirt (the one that drove mel crazy). a sheer pink slip was draped over your shoulders, giving your body a distinct glow under the bar lights. you had even dolled yourself up with makeup—soft lip gloss and glittery eyeshadow, plus classic eyeliner and mascara—and worn your favorite white heels to match. you looked out of place in the bar, like an angel wandering the earth.

you pointedly ignored melissa as she stared daggers at you. you played with your hair with one hand and held your drink with the other, dancing and talking with jacob and ava. you made sure to run your hands up and down your body while you moved to the music. jacob droned on to you about the color pink and how it's so powerful for women to reclaim it. barbara stood next to melissa, the pair leaning against the wall and trading hushed remarks.

while jacob continued to talk, you made your move. you gave ava a nudge and she nodded, then "accidentally" knocked your water out of your hand—completely soaking your shirt and a bit of your skirt. you stood up in faux shock and finally made eye contact with melissa as you palmed at your clothes (and body).

"oh godddd," you whined, dragging out the sound. two could play at that game. you walked over to melissa. "baby, can you clean me up? i know you keep napkins in your purse."

melissa was salivating. she shamelessly drank in the sight of your body all wet, your tits glistening with droplets of water. the water was icy cold, so the outlines of your nipples were visible underneath your shirt. she was almost too focused on the view to process your request, and scrambled to find the napkins in her purse once she caught up.

"uhmmm yeah, yeah, i gotcha, honey," melissa said in a rare moment of weakness.

when a napkin inevitably got lost in the shuffle and fell to the ground, you knew you had won. you bent over slowly, wiggling your ass subtly as you picked it up. you stumbled backwards as you stood back up, deliberately brushing up against her front.

"i'm so cold, mel..." you turned around, leaned even closer into her, and grabbed hold of her shirt, tracing lazy patterns on her chest to tease her. "i've got goosebumps, feel!"

you took her hand in yours and then placed it at the top of your left breast, where your heart was. the soft skin was indeed covered in goosebumps, and even more emerged when melissa started lightly massaging. she couldn't help herself. you both felt your heartbeat quicken at her touch and shared a look of understanding.

"guess we should get ya home then, huh?" melissa smiled, wrapping her arm around your waist. you nodded, nuzzling into her.

you two said goodbye to your friends before leaving the bar. ava gave you a wink and a lewd gesture as you walked out the door, making you roll your eyes. barbara rose her wine glass and nodded at melissa, giving her a silent "cheers."

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as soon as the car door shut, melissa grabbed your thigh to get your full attention.

"i quit," she smiled. "and i'll be happy to buy you that lingerie, especially after seein' you in this pretty little number."

you beamed with pride. you had won a competition against melissa schemmenti! and you couldn't wait to enjoy your prize. seeing your face, mel's face broke into a mischievous grin.

"don't get all excited yet, sweetheart. you were pretty bratty tonight, flittin' around and makin' a fool of me in front of all our friends. i really should teach you a lesson, don't ya think?"

your breath caught in your throat as you remembered what she'd promised to do if she won. she had never punished you before. your core throbbed at the idea.

"i guess it's only fair that you get a... consolation prize," you replied sheepishly, grinning from ear to ear as you watched her face light up.

[springwitch8]

hots for teacher (part 2) (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 1

summary: you've been infatuated with melissa schemmenti ever since you worked under her as a student teacher. what will happen when you meet again a few years later? (part 2: what happens)

warnings: smut, intensely NSFW, praise kink, age gap, squirting, d/s vibes, inexperienced!reader, minors and men please don't touch this post

notes: ask and you shall receive, beauties! thank you for all the love on part 1, it's kinda surreal to be writing my own fics but also super liberating. any feedback is welcome. idk when i'll write again but i may or may not have another little nsfw draft with a more... punishing... interpretation of mel so we'll see! also, feel free to send me asks because i'm lonely. this one goes out to whoever said melissa schemmenti loves sluts, 'cause yeah she does.

the car ride back to melissa's place felt like it would never end. you crossed your legs when you first got into the passenger seat--partly out of habit and partly to get some friction on your aching core--and were quickly reprimanded.

"tsk tsk, baby. guess i'll have to teach you manners, too. keep those pretty thighs apart for me, all the way home. you're gonna wait patiently until i get my hands on you," melissa scolded.

you whined incoherently, and she responded with a dangerous laugh. the trip was short but unbearable. she had one hand on the steering wheel, while the other drew lazy patterns on your inner thigh. you squirmed and writhed, even moaned quietly, but she remained nonchalant.

at one point, when her fingers drew oh-so close to where you needed them most, your thighs snapped shut of their own accord.

"c'mon, legs open," was all she said in response. she tried to act casual, but you could tell from her excited half-smile that she was enjoying this game more than she let on.

as soon as you got in the door, she was on you. you barely had the focus to take in your surroundings as she lavished you with kisses, working her way across your lips and face before burying herself in your neck. her house was cozy and tastefully decorated with gentle lighting. in the soft glow, her slightly disheveled hair and lustful eyes were a sight you'd never forget.

"is there anyone--oh!" you squealed as her fingers began to trace circles on your nipples through your dress. "is there anyone else here?"

"sensitive, huh?" she teased, smirking down at you. "and no, it's just me tonight."

before you had time to consider what that last word implied, she picked you up and effortlessly whisked you to her bedroom. you were dazzled by the sight of her private space--it was simple yet beautiful, adorned with shades of green and twinkling lights. you didn't expect this level of whimsy from her, and it somehow made her even sexier.

she laid you on the bed carefully, reverently. "god, look at you." she whispered, sending shivers down your spine as she positioned herself on top of you and returned to your lips.

by now you were painfully needy from all her teasing, and you just needed her to fuck you senseless. you tried to convey that with your impatient noises, but it seemed the older woman had other plans. she pulled away from your lips to take in your flushed, desperate face.

"soon, sweetheart, soon. i know you're so worked up, but i plan to make this last."

you hummed in acknowledgment, turning your attention to the buttons of her shirt. you thought maybe if you got her a bit more riled up, she would be less inclined to take her time.

melissa groaned, feeling your delicate fingers ghost over her chest, but shook her head in disapproval. she removed your hands from her shirt, grabbing your wrists with surprising force. "i'm not taking my clothes off yet. i'm in charge, and you need to learn patience."

you gave her your best pout, but you knew she wouldn't budge. this was about power, not patience. she wanted to be clothed, composed and in control while you lay naked and vulnerable underneath her.

she started to pull at the fabric of your dress. you lifted your hips, and in one fluid motion, she slipped it over your head and off of you. it was an expert move, and you shivered at the idea that she had done this many times before.

when she saw your body, she paused for a moment, her mouth slightly open and her pupils dilated. "no bra?" she asked under her breath, not looking for an answer. "you're so soft in my hands..." she mused as her hands massaged your breasts. her fingers moved to pinch and rub over your nipples.

you moaned, bucking your hips upward and seeking more contact. she took the hint and directed her attention to your core.

"nice panties, by the way," she said with a cocky laugh, tugging playfully at the soaked pink lace. "who knew little miss gothic had a colorful side?"

"please, mel, no more teasing, i need you so bad," was all you could manage.

"okay, baby, let's get these off ya." she hooked her fingers through your panties and you lifted your hips, allowing her to drag them off. she folded them neatly and tucked them into her front pocket. something cutesy to remind her of you, wet and pliant under her touch.

"mmm, such a messy girl. you must feel so embarrassed, all spread out and naked for me while i'm fully clothed, playin' with you."

you could only whimper and whine, helplessly turned on by her words but pinned to the bed and unable to move. she cooed at you and took pity, moving down your body to get closer to your core.

she placed her hands once again on the insides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart and revealing your glistening pussy. her breath stuttered upon seeing the wetness covering your core and thighs.

"jesus, hon, you're dripping. you're just aching for me, aren't ya? need me to make you feel good?"

"yes!" you finally exclaimed, regaining your voice. "yes, please, melissa, please touch me, i need you," you begged.

"well, since you asked so nicely..." she gave you a smirk and trailed a finger between your puffy lips, gathering the wetness there.

by this point you were writhing all over the bed, so she had to pin your legs down with her knees. neither of you minded, though. you enjoyed feeling completely at her mercy, and she enjoyed watching you squirm under her.

finally, after an eternity of torture, she gave in, slipping a finger into you with ease and rubbing gentle circles over your clit.

"so tight, fuck," she muttered to herself as she began to move inside you, transfixed by the feeling of you around her.

"feels so good, ohhh..." you mewled as her finger quickly found a rhythm, pumping forcefully and curling at your most sensitive spots.

"you're taking me so well, baby, my brave girl," she soothed, relishing in her ability to draw such pathetic sounds from you. "can you handle one more?"

you nodded frantically, almost too lost in the haze of pleasure to hear her.

she grinned and pushed another finger inside you, making you cry out. you were relatively inexperienced, so the stretch was a bit painful at first, but you were soon overcome by the bliss of feeling so full.

"that's new, huh? poor baby, can barely take two fingers," her thrusts got rougher, as if she was trying to break you. "don't whine now, you wanted this."

you were overwhelmed with pleasure and the slight pain of the intrusion. her fingers were long, nimble and skilled, and she seemed to know all the right spots and rhythms to make you see stars. her fingers stroked your clit with more pressure now, making you shake and moan uncontrollably. it was almost too much. you wanted to scream, but you could only produce pathetic little whimpers of "ah, ah, ah!"

she was clearly aware of what she was doing, and she revelled in your pleasure. she would ease up, return to a gentler pace, and then thrust hard into your g-spot just to hear your cries and gasps. she longed to see you lose control.

"that's a good girl, keep takin' my fingers just like that. you're close, aren't you baby? let's see how long you can last against me," she said, her voice deep and her smile mischievous. there was a competitive edge to her words, like making you fall apart was some kind of victory to her.

suddenly she pulled away completely, and you nearly sobbed. your hips bucked up into nothing. your helpless whimpers were music to the older woman's ears, and she snickered to herself as she moved down your body.

for a moment, there was silence. you stared at her, silently pleading for her touch. she cocked her head at you and raised an eyebrow, silently asking you: are you ready? you nodded intently. you weren't sure what she was going to do to you, but you sure as hell wanted to find out.

before you even had the chance to brace yourself, she was thrusting two fingers roughly inside you again, rubbing hard at that spongy spot. for the final blow, melissa leaned down and attached her lips to your clit, sucking harshly.

"not yet, sweetheart. stay with me," she said, grinning from ear to ear as she felt your walls flutter and clench around her.

with her free hand, she reached up and pressed softly on your lower abdomen. between that, the punishing thrusts, and the hot pressure on your clit, you couldn't take it anymore. the sensations overwhelmed you. the world went blank, and all you could feel was warmth. you swam through oceans of white-hot ecstasy, riding wave after wave of pleasure. and melissa was right there, coaxing you through heaven's gates.

melissa's thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your outer thighs, bringing you back down to earth. "come back to me," she whispered sweetly. you opened your eyes.

"there she is," she said, her eyes sparkling with relief.

she gave you a giddy smile and you noticed the wetness all over her face... and fingers... and sheets. you couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

melissa must have picked up on this, as she took hold of your hand and reassured you. "don't be embarrassed, angel. that was probably the hottest thing i've ever seen." she laid down next to you as she spoke.

you hummed and buried your face in the crook of her neck. she was warm and smelled like cinnamon.

"did you know you could do that, hon?" she asked.

"yeah," you giggled, still dazed. "but i didn't know you could do that."

"i'm fulla surprises, kid," she laughed, stroking your hair. "let me run us a bath, and then we'll see what kind of surprises you've got in you."

she carried you bridal-style to the bathtub, and you relaxed into the bliss. feeling the warmth of her arms around your frame. drowning in her.

[springwitch8]

hots for teacher (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 2

summary: you've been infatuated with melissa schemmenti ever since you worked under her as a student teacher. what will happen when you meet again a few years later?

warnings: NSFW content, implied future smut (part 2 on the way??), praise kink, age gap idk

notes: hi everyone! my name is april, and this is my first ever fanfiction. i wrote this for fun and then decided to share it with the community, because i love the little gay women in my phone! i've been reading fics on tumblr for as long as i've been on the internet, so this is a strange experience for me. anyway, enjoy, and let me know what you guys think!

tonight you looked sexy, and you knew it. you wore a sinfully short black dress with colorful butterflies. it was one of your favorites; it showed just the right amount and hugged just the right places to be tantalizing. your eyes were painted with thin black wings and soft, glittery eyeshadow that made you look like a sweet dream. your lips glistened and your hair was tied up in two dutch braids. you were a vision.

all this meant that you were not the least bit surprised when a deep, sultry female voice sounded from behind where you sat at the bar.

"it should be illegal to look like that in public."

you smiled coyly and turned around to face the stranger.

"why? see something you like?" when you turned to face her, however, you were met with a familiar face. it was a face you'd seen in your dreams time after time: your former boss, melissa schemmenti.

you had been assigned to work with melissa as a student teacher while you were in school for your teaching certification. at the time, she was teaching two grades simultaneously, so she was grateful to have you there to ease the burden. it didn't hurt that you were always so eager to please. you wanted to learn and become the best teacher you could be.

of course, your motives weren't entirely pure. you were attracted to melissa from the moment you saw her. you remembered it like it was yesterday: her flaming red hair was slightly messy from trying to wrangle her double class, and her glasses sat askew on her nose. then you came along and turned everything around. she would give you to-do lists, and you would finish them before lunchtime the same day.

"great job, hon! you're so good, don't know what i'd do without you..." she'd say each time, beaming with pride at her new prodigee.

"o-of course, ms. schemmenti. what else can i do for you?" you'd respond, blushing profusely at the praise and struggling to hold her intense gaze.

within a week of having you, melissa was caught up on all her work. she couldn't help but feel like you were an angel, or some kind of gift from god. whatever you were, she cherished you. as the two of you spent more time together, she started to want you more and more. every project, every conversation, every smile you two shared only added to your chemistry.

she had fun with it--teasing you with special pet names and praise, watching you get all flustered and squirmy. she knew you liked her back. you weren't the most subtle about your desire.

melissa would never act on her feelings, though. you were a doe-eyed twenty-something with big dreams, and she was your much older boss. getting involved with you would be too messy. but she always held out hope, even after you left abbott, that one day you'd meet again.

you studied melissa's sly smirk for a moment, in disbelief at your luck. it had been two years since you left abbott. you had your own big girl job now, and you were a bit more mature. there was nothing stopping you from acting on your desires.

"oh my god, ms. schemmenti! please, have a drink with me. it's been a while." you hoped you didn't sound too desperate, although you definitely looked desperate once you got a good glance at her.

her look was striking. your breath hitched in your throat as you scanned her form, dressed in red leather pants and a button-down shirt. her arms were visibly muscled, even through the jacket. the black button-down shirt she wore was unbuttoned just enough to tease her cleavage. around her waist was a thick black belt that you wanted to pull on. her fiery hair was tied back haphazardly in a high ponytail, just messy enough to be sexy. and her hands—god, her fingers were long and ringed and—

"whatever you say, kid," she shrugged and sat down next to you, giving you a playful smile. "and you can call me melissa now."

she had a mischievous glint in her eye, probably knowing how you felt just by the wanton way you stared at her. when she sat down beside you, you felt your whole body heat up. your thighs were almost touching from the proximity, and you could smell her intoxicating perfume with each inhale. feeling her body so close to yours had you more drunk than the alcohol. it didn't help that her eyes now roamed over your body shamelessly, taking in your glistening lips and lingering on your soft cleavage. you tried your best to play it cool.

you talked for a while, catching up on everything. you told her about your new job at a suburban elementary school, your volunteer tutoring on the weekends, your summers in the mountains. she beamed with pride hearing of your accomplishments.

"that's great, y/n! sounds like you're goin' places."

"thank you! i think i owe a lot of my success to my student teaching experience—everyone at abbott was great, including you. especially you," you looked at her with an intense gaze, feeling your desire catch up with you.

"you were such a passionate mentor. you just had this way of getting me excited..." you trailed off as you fixated on the stirrings of a smirk on her face.

"...excited about learning," you finished shakily.

"mm-hmm," she chuckled.

maybe it was the alcohol, or the simple fact that she was right next to you and seemingly devouring you with her eyes, but you became bolder then. you only had one shot at this.

"i mean, you really touched me in a way that nobody else could," you leaned in, dragging out your syllables for emphasis. "i worked so hard because i just needed to be good for you."

now she was the one shuddering. you had the upper hand, if only for a moment. but she quickly got her boldness back.

"i noticed that. always so bright and attentive. i bragged to all the other teachers about what a good girl you were." to top it all off, she punctuated her sentence by placing her hand firmly on your knee.

you thought you were going to explode right then and there. your skin erupted in goosebumps at her touch, and you spread your legs ever so slightly to indicate your consent. her face split into a smug grin and she began to crawl her fingers up your thigh, agonizingly slowly.

your response came as a shaky whisper. you were sure you must have soaked through your panties just from her teasing touches.

"it's good to know that you thought so highly of me. i looked up to you a lot," you said sheepishly. "um, i'm a bit embarrassed to admit it, but i did have a bit of a crush on you..."

"oh, yeah. that doesn't surprise me. don't be embarrassed, hon. you can't help what you feel," her hand had stalled at the midpoint of your thigh, and she looked at you with sincerity.

"it doesn't surprise you?" you asked, struggling to get the words out once she resumed stroking your thigh.

"i had my suspicions," she said with a knowing smirk. "i'm sharper than i look, ya know."

her darkened eyes sent shivers down your spine. you felt your core heat up at the humiliation of knowing she knew exactly what you thought about her.

"am i that obvious?" you asked, somewhat breathily.

"oh, sweetheart," she laughed. she leaned in close and you could smell her perfume, feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. her fingers pinched the skin of your thigh as she whispered to you. "you sat five feet away from me for months, always wearin' those little black skirts. you think i didn't see you rub your thighs together every time i gave you praise?"

her hand now caressed your inner thigh softly, teasingly. you failed to respond, trying to process her words but finding yourself unable to do anything but whimper almost silently.

"so soft here. mhmm," she husked into your ear. there was a hint of giddiness in her voice, as if she was pleased with herself for taking you apart so easily. "does that feel good, princess? do you like it when i touch you?"

"yes!" you said, almost too loudly for the public setting. "yes, i like it very much."

"good," she whispered as her fingers found the edge of your panties. your thighs spread even wider, and you let out a small gasp.

"we've got lots more to catch up on, don't we?" she continued, her fingers drawing feather-light circles over your clit through the fabric. you wondered if she could feel you throbbing for her. your hips bucked up to meet her hand, and she slapped your thigh in warning. "if you wanna keep talkin', we can head back to mine..."

you turned to her with big, glazed-over eyes. still whimpering, you nodded rapidly, earning a laugh from the older woman. she grabbed your hand and guided you out of the packed bar.

"i'm gonna wreck you, hon," she mumbled without looking back at you.