*+:｡.｡bff!mel is not as straight as you think she is...
contents: fluff, smut, face-sitting, praise kink, love confessions, pining, friends to lovers
word count: 3.3k
Falling in love with straight girls was the worst. You thought your heart would have learnt its lesson by now, would have known better, after what felt like a million heart breaks later. But it seemed you were dead set on making the same mistakes over and over, but then again - the heart wants what the heart wants right? And your heart wanted Mel Medarda.
A few months ago you and Elora had decided to start going to the gym. It was the beginning of a new year, the two of you filled with a new determination - as everyone did in the new year. The pair of you felt that you didn’t hang out nearly enough and felt that this was a great way to see each other more often. Elora wanted to lose a few pounds; you wanted to gain some muscle, it sounded like a great new year's resolution for the two of you to tackle together.
That was until Elora suggested someone else should join. You see, you were the type of person who was never keen on meeting new people, especially when those people were interrupting time with your friends - this was supposed to be an activity for the two of you. However, Elora insisted that you’d enjoy her company - that she’d make working out more bearable. When you still seemed opposed to the idea she revealed that her friend needed this, that she just had a bad break up with her ex-boyfriend and needed something to get her out of the house. So, begrudgingly, you agreed.
The following week the three of you had your first session together. Elora let you know that she was coming with her friend so you waited in the gym parking lot for her car to drive in so that you could all walk in together.
A small eternity a familiar white tesla drove in. You waited for Elora to park before walking up to her car slightly peeved at the fact that she made you wait so long.
You knocked on her window and Elora opened the car door for you to enter.
“Why are you so late, you know I can’t enter gyms alone!” You exclaimed, closing the door behind you.
“Sorry, It was a bit of a struggle getting this one out of bed.” She nodded towards her friend.
You turned around to be met with the cutest apologetic smile.
Why didn’t Elora let you know that she was gorgeous? It was her green eyes that you noticed first, they were framed by the purple eyeshadow she wore, the two complementary colours making her eyes look impossibly striking. Your eyes were then led down her face by golden freckles sprinkled over her cheeks that were catching the morning sun reflecting the light making it seem as if she were shining herself. Without the freckles she would shine anyway you thought, her dark skin glistening in her white gym outfit. You could hardly be mad at the fact that Elora was late because of her when she looked like that. What a beautiful delay.
After taking a few seconds to soak in her beauty you remembered you had to say something to her after staring for so long“ It’s alright-”
Why didn’t you pay attention to Elora when she was telling you about this girl.
What the fuck was her name.
She chuckled, breaking the silence easily reading your inner monologue “I’m Mel.”
Your heart had been beating so fast around her that by the time you had all entered the gym you were already exhausted. Pretty girls always did that to you.
Elora decided to do some stretching before starting her workout and you and Mel decided to start on the treadmill. You silently cursed and praised Elora for leaving you alone with Mel. On one hand this was great because it gave you the opportunity to get to know her better, become her friend even, but on the other this was terrible because there was no guarantee that you would be able to stop yourself from being an embarrassing babbling mess trying to talk to her.
Fortunately, you both hit it off thanks to the fact that you both had difficult parents and loved art and painting. You always thought you were cursed having a mother like yours but you began to reconsider - perhaps it was a blessing, it gave you something to talk about. Well, really , it gave Mel something to talk about and it gave you the opportunity to nod and notice the beads of sweat collecting on her chest as her tits lightly bounced in her sports bra as she jogged on the treadmill next to you.
She lightly touched your arm breaking you out of your trance. “We should hang out more.”
As the months went on the two of you only grew closer. Initially you’d help her with shit along with Elora cause she was in a bad mental state due to her breakup, but a few weeks after you two had met she was completely healed from whatever went on with her ex. She never wanted to talk about him so you respected that boundary but you always thought he must have messed up badly to ruin things with a girl like her.
She was perfect. She was kind, always ready to lend a helping hand to the people she cared about. You saw it in the way she treated Elora, the way she was always keen to listen to you - even the way she treated strangers. It was no wonder everyone who knew her thought the world of her, no wonder she became the bulk of what people talked about - it was hard to run out of things to talk about when the topic was her. However, people often liked her for what she could offer them, whether it was her beauty or her helpful nature never really seeing her. You saw her. You loved the way she’d let out a satisfied hum when she got a particularly good brush stroke on a painting, the way she’d animatedly rant about frustrating people on the council, the way she’d smirk while reading people with a single look.
You persisted with the help even when she started to talk about new men all she had to do was give you those eyes. When she was lonely you went on (friend) dates, when she needed affection you cuddled and when she said she wanted something you bought it; she had milked your bank account dry from all the little gifts you’d got her, the worst part was she didn’t even need it - she was the richest person in Piltover for god's sake! But the smile she would give you each time was priceless. You were practically her girlfriend at this point - and you loved it. The only part of this that you didn’t like was that she was straight and you didn't have a chance in the fucking world.
It was another one of those nights when Mel had called you claiming that she was lonely, begging you to come over. She pouted into the camera and you immediately reached for your car keys.
You let yourself into her penthouse (you had keys) finding her sprawled on the couch in a silk black tank top and skimpy shorts to match. It felt like everytime you came to her place the amount of clothing she was wearing decreased. You slid onto the couch next to her wrapping your arm around her shoulder as she leaned into your touch.
“How was your day?” You asked knowing full well what her reply would be. When she called you this late in the night you knew that she probably wanted to call you earlier she just found it difficult to reach out and ask for support. She didn’t want to be a burden. Due to the dog eat dog nature of Noxus and all that ‘be the wolf’ shit her mother had drummed into her head she felt she had to face things alone although she knew logically that no man was an island. On the odd occasion, when she did accept help, she felt she had to earn it - everything in her mind was contractual. You were determined to show her that some things could just be given with nothing taken in return. So asking was just a part of the ritual the two of you carried out on her bad days.
“Not great” she huffed out dipping her head further into your neck pulling you closer.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head into the crook of your neck, pulling you closer. You sighed; she never wanted to talk, getting her to open up more was still something you had to work on.
She picked up the remote and started flicking across channels moving into the next phase of the bad day routine. Either you or Mel would find a show or movie to watch, commenting on certain parts, laughing here and there until you fell asleep together on the couch.
Today Mel picked breaking bad, you smiled you had been asking her to check it out.
You guessed the two of you were about halfway into the episode, in reality you had no idea because you weren’t watching the episode - you were watching her. Her head was in your lap and you watched the way her lips would curl into a small smile at funny moments, her previously tight bun getting looser and looser as she snuggled further into your lap. She looked so peaceful, so content, you liked that she could be that way with you.
You were absentmindedly playing with the hem of her shirt when she turned her head back. Your eyes scrambled towards the TV, you didn’t want her to catch you staring - you were just friends after all. But she caught you anyway, she giggled to herself and now the tables had turned. She was no longer watching the show, her eyes fixed on your face, your eyes fixed on the show, you didn’t want to meet her eyes, you were scared of what you’d find.
Mel wordlessly reached for the remote pausing the show as she took her head out of your lap.
Your heart sank, this hadn’t happened before. Mel never paused in the middle of episodes, she was an avid watcher and even when she did it was to go to the toilet but she made no attempt to leave the room. You wondered if she knew about your feelings now - if she was disgusted. You knew that was a completely irrational thought because she wouldn’t be disgusted and people can’t deduce feelings from a single look right? But you were always so transparent with her, she always read you so easily - it scared you sometimes.
She straddled your thighs and gently caressed your face, yanking you from your thoughts.
Now that had never happened before.
You just watched her dazed as she ran her fingers through your hair lightly grazing your scalp with her fingernails. You try not to moan at the touch, your hands awkwardly lying either side of her, you weren’t sure whether Mel wanted you to touch her.
“I just wanted to say thank you for the past few months, you're always here for me. I've never felt…felt so cared for.”
She leaned in for a hug, her boobs pressing against yours, her nipples poking you through her shirt. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms around her body trying to say ‘your welcome’ but the words weren’t coming out. You were too shocked by what was occurring.
She pulled back and looked at you sweetly before pulling you into a deep kiss. You were stunned at first but fervently returned the kiss as her ass grinded against you, the friction making you moan into her mouth. You grabbed her waist pulling her closer to you as you began to knead her ass while she released some moans of her own with her hands still in your hair. The kiss was slow, passionate, the two of you earnestly exploring each others mouths.
What was she doing? What was occurring right now was decidedly unfriendly. Decidedly unstraight.
You reluctantly pulled away from the kiss.
“You're not straight?” All she ever talked about in terms of romance was men, she never gave any hints that she may swing the other way.
She giggled lightly pushing your chest. “No.”
“You couldn’t have told me sooner? Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this?” you groped her ass to emphasise your point. “I didn’t even think I had a chance Mel.”
“I’ve known for a while actually, you're not discrete.” she trailed her hands down your chest. "It was just so fun to watch you pine, watch you wait, you’ve been so patient for me.”
You groaned as you melted into her touch. Your cunt was already throbbing, the way she toyed with you was so fucking hot. You waited for her to make the next move, to take what she wanted from you, you’d been patient for her this long why end the streak. You didn’t even think you had a chance so you’d take whatever she gave you.
She leaned in to kiss you again as you pulled her closer to you. You were engulfed by her scent, cinnamon and vanilla, you liked that - it was like she was marking you. She started to scatter kisses across your jaw and down your throat leaving hickeys down your neck.
You began to grasp at her shirt to pull it off, she got the hint and lifted her tank top over her head. You were met with the beautiful view of her perky breasts. You wanted to suck on them so fucking bad. You looked at her silently asking for permission and she nodded guiding your head to her chest.
You swirled your tongue around her left nipple moaning around it as your right hand fondled her other breast fumbling that nipple between your index finger and your thumb. Mel's let out soft whimpers and moans at your movements and writhe against your thigh.
"Your doing so well for me, your such a good girl."
Your feel your pussy throb at the praise, your hips instinctively jerking upwards to get some friction as you more sucked harshly, encouraged by her commendation, making Mel moan loudly as she arched her back pushing her boobs further into your face. You hummed pleased - you were being good for her.
As you were alternating between tits she pulled back and pushed you into the couch and hovered over you so that the two of you lay across the length of the couch. She leaned in to kiss you again nudging her knee between your legs eliciting a desperate moan from you as you bucked your hips into her thighs.
"I want to sit on your face. Is that alright?"
She looked down on you, then to her shorts then back to you waiting expectantly. When she was met with a confused stare from you she leaned in closer to you bringing her mouth close to ear pulling your hands to the waistband of her shorts.
You felt your face get hot as you silently cursed yourself for your stupidity as you got to pulling her pants down you could feel your hands getting clammier by the second. Mel chuckled above you.
"Don't laugh, close proximity to you makes me stupid."
She stokes the side of your face. "I know baby."
Fuck, you liked her calling you that.
You slid her shorts down to find she wasn't wearing any underwear coming face to face with her pussy. It was clean shaven and glistening her wetness being highlighted by the glow of TV screen in the otherwise dark room - you were drooling.
She crawled up your body slowly finally reaching your head and lowering herself down; her knees either side of your head her fingers laced in your hair. You brought your tongue out and gave an experimental lap on her pussy coating your mouth in her arousal. Mel let out a breathy sigh pushing her pussy closer to your face. You began to move your tongue in different patterns recognising which ones make Mel moan louder and buck harder into your face.
After a while Mel just starts fucking your face moving her body at her own pace so you held out your tongue to let her do as she pleased. With each thrust Mel took the wetter your panties got, you moved your hands to palm yourself, rub your clit to chase your own release but before you could Mel swatted your hands away pining both your hands above your head in a single swift movement as she kept up her pace.
"Not yet. Your the one always telling me to just take every once in a while - I'm taking."
You whimpered into her pussy at her words and the fact that she had restrained you, immediately giving full attention to her pussy. You sucked on her clit moving your tongue in rapid circles her juices flowing down onto your chin.
"Oh fuck, just like that, your eating me out so good."
You kept up your pace even though your jaw was getting tired you still lapped at her core like a starved animal. You were like a well trained dog obeying her every command, simply a slave for her pleasure.
"I'm cumming baby!" She screams. Her thighs trembling around your head before her hips stilled. She crawled off of your face to sit on your stomach admiring the mess she had made of your face allowing you to catch your breath.
She tucked her fingers underneath the waistband of your joggers pulling it back and letting it snap against your hips snapping you back to the present moment.
You scoffed. "Absolutely."
She took them of along with your panties leaving you naked from the waist down. She slid her fingers through yours folds one stripe leaving her fingers thickly coated in your arousal.
"I haven't even touched you yet."
You just looked away from her, slightly embarrassed but she just tilted your chin back towards her.
"Hey, no need to be shy - not with me."
Your eyes softened at her and she pulled you into a reassuring kiss as tasted herself on you. She began to rub your clit in small circles as you whimpered into her mouth increasing the pace the shorter your breaths got.
She pulled away from your kiss for a moment. “This pussy is mine to touch.” The possessive talk caught you off guard but you went with it - you liked hearing that you were hers.
”Yes. A-all fucking yours”
And with a few more circles you were coming and Mel pulled her hand away caressing your face again.
"You did so, so well for me."
You leaned into her touch smiling looking into her loving eyes and you pulled her down so she was laying on top of you, idly tracing patterns on her back. It was now or never you thought - you were gonna confess.
"I love you Mel." You said the words quietly almost hoping she didn't hear you. You knew she didn't feel the same it was just nice to get it off your chest, you didn't need her to say it back. You just wanted her to know.
Mel detangled herself from you and pulled back from your embrace giving you the sweetest look. "I love you too."
You smiled. You were the luckiest girl in the world - Mel fucking Medarda loved you.
