Janelle: about three weeks ago my assistant recommend it to me
x: so when you look at Connor now and think about those scenes in Heated Rivalry what goes on in your mind?
Janelle: I'm not thinking about them. I’m thinking about his excellent russian accent that he does. I'm thinking about his characterization. I'm thinking that he's adorable, he looks like a leading man and I’m excited to see where he goes next
.gang its lowkey 4 hours past my bedtime when finishing writing this but I reached ABSOLUTE flow state which is so rare.
based on this ask!
𝓣thinking of hyperfeminine!reader whos been trying to get Melissa's attention for months. always dressing up in the clothes you know Mel likes best (especially that sundress that clings just right in all the perfect places) but you just can't get Melissa to crack, you've even gone so far as to highlight just how skilled you are in all departments, chewing on the end of your pen whilst staring into 'space' (mel's general vacinity) and playing those dumb piano games on your phone do demonstrate that despite the long false nails on your hands, your nimble fingers still work perfectly fine. But nothing seemed to work on her.
So one day you decide to try and take a new angle.. the jealousy angle. In the break room after the summer break you start up a loud conversation with janine about your holiday abroad in the sunshine, how you laid on the beach for hours as men paid for all your drinks you barely had to lift a finger. Then you embellish a little.. telling janine about how some guy gave you the 'night of your life' whilst looking over her shoulder to Melissa in the corner who just continues with what she was doing, the slight arch in her eyebrow the only indication that she'd heard what you'd said.
And thats when you decide that she isn't oblivious, she's just intentionally dense. So that night when you see her at the bar by your apartment on social media, you start the posting game. It started off small, a picture on your Instagram story of you in a pink babydoll shirt with a white skirt, giant sunglasses and a floppy hat on holiday, your perfect maicure on pull display in the mirror. And yet when you see she's seen it there wasn't even so much as a like on it. So, naturally, you up the stakes. A white and pink polkadot shirt, a brown and white houndstooth skirt and knee hugh sheer socks with delicate ribbons laced around them to match the one in your hair. But once again, nothing.
For your final act you upload a picture of you in your bikini, delicate and white with pink lace around the edges and embroidered with tiny little roses that match the pink on the bracelets on your wrists and the sunset behind you. Everything about that picture is perfect, there's a bright smile on your face but a certain flirty twinkle behind your eyes, your hair in two even braids on your head, sunglasses atop of it too. If that wasn't the one to get her she was definitely straight. or blind.
When you check the views you see that once again shes seen it with no other reaction to it. so you begrudgingly decide to call it a night. You pull on your white silk slip and put your slippers on ready for your night time routine when you hear a knock on the door. Pulling a robe over yourself you answer it, and there stands Melissa in all her glory. A black leather jacket and dark jeans paired with a red top that just contrasts you so perfectly, her combat boots clunk against the hardwood floor as she invites herself in, "What the fuck are you playing at?" She half growls, the smell of cigarettes and her perfume mingling in the air around you, something that is just intoxicatingly her.
"I don't know what you mean." You feign ignorance moving to the side to let the redhead through. "So you're just whoring yourself out on the Internet for fun now?" She snaps back, chest heaving with some sort of not entirely misplaced rage. "Its a private account" you reply with as much nonchalance as you can muster in the moment.
"I think it's time you learned who owns you" she snarls, grabbing your throat and pushing you back until your shoulderblades hit the cold wall. "You don't own me. You don't even acknowledge me!" You retort knowing your defences were falling fast with her so close. "Oh Bambina I just don't trust myself to keep my hands off you once I openly notice you"
That sentence makes your heart melt and pool between your thighs, a small weak sound escapes your throat as her lips capture yours in a soft and yet entirely possessive dance, your knees nearly buckle beneath you as her tongue swipes over your bottom lip as if requesting entrance and you, of course, let her right in.
By the time she pulls away your cheeks are brighter than the blush you usually decorate them with and your lips are rosy and swollen, her hand stays wrapped around your throat, not restricting air, just a reminder of her ever-present control over the situation. Her knee presses between your thighs as you pant for breath, the contact making your gasp, hips involuntarily bucking against it, in turn making a soft whine fall from your lips as she smirks. "So eager Bambina.. such a desperate little girl for me" her mouth finds yours neck, sucking and biting like she's some sort of long lost van helsing decendant.
Her slender fingers travel up your thighs, slipping just under the airy silk of your night dress before pulling back "Can I..?" you just nod but she's then tuts at you like you're some third grader she's about to scold "use your words Principessa" she says gently, her eyes fixed on your face, tracing for any and every microexpression. "Please Melissa.. I need you" you beg breathlessly, grinding your cunt down against her thigh and letting her feel just how soaked your delicate panties are for her.
Melissa tsks as the pulls her thigh away from between yours "Did I say you could ride me like a pathetic whore?" She asks, voice low in your ear. You shake your head "No.."
"Thats what I thought." She continues her hand now pushing your nightdress up until it bunches around your waist showing off your lacy pink underwear and the ever growing increasingly prominent wet patch on them. "So wet for me tesoro" she breathes, pushing them to the side and running a single finger through your drenched slit with embarrassing ease. "Its all for you Mel" you reply, voice shaking with pent up need.
your back arches against the cold wall as she pushes two fingers into your aching pussy, your head falls back, mouth hanging open in a silent 'o' as she starts to move, curling them just the right amount to hit that sweet spot inside you every single time. Her thumb eventually finds your clit forcing a string of cuss words and straight up begging from your throat as your hand tangles in her hair.
"Such a good girl for me bambina" she praises as she feels you clench around her, getting closer, "plese mel.. please gotta cum- im gonna-" and then, just before the fireworks in your stomach can explode, she stops dead. Withdrawing her fingers from you with a smirk and cutting off your whine by pushing her fingers into your mouth "suck" she commands, manoeuvring the both of you until your ass hits the dining room table across the room from where you were. She pulls her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, then grabs the backs of your thighs, lifting you up onto it and laying you down, your legs handing off the edge.
"You deserved that princess. Brats don't just get rewarded" she tells you, her voice calm and collected as she sinks to her knees infront of you. Her arms hook under your thighs pulling you closer and putting your legs over her shoulders. An almost phonographic cry leaves your mouth as hers finds your already very sensitive clit, sucking it into her mouth like its her last meal, her fingers still slick with your spit once again find your tight hole and begin thrusting rapidly in and out, only stopping to add a third finger, stretching you out with a scream.
Only babble is coming from your lips at this point, Melissa's name the only thing coming through clearly between the begging and pleading. She continues to eat you out like a woman starved, her nails leaving little crescent moons in your thighs. Your thighs try to close around her head but she somehow manages to keep them open as she drags more moans from you, before finally you cum on her tongue with a scream that leaves your head spinning and thighs trembling.
"Fuck bambina you taste so good" she murmers, getting up from her spot on the kitchen floor and wipes her mouth on her bicep. "You did so good for me tesoro, such a good girl" she smiles, you just stay where you are gasping for air against the solid oak of the table.
She smiles at the sight of you completely fucked out across the table and gently straightens out your slip "lets get you cleaned up"
