18+ mdni, mommy kink, praise kink, bathroom sex, accidental voyeurism, plot? what plot? (pwp), no y/n, pet names, age gap, light dom/sub, fingering
a/n sorry in advance, i needed to get this off of my mind (part 2 now up!)
you blamed melissa and her old italian doors that didn’t close properly. or you blamed just melissa, for the way things turned out tonight.
the night had started out swell. a small gathering at melissa’s place, you arriving significantly later than the others to not risk being alone with the redhead. ava constantly eyeing you to make a move on mel. janine and gregory shamelessly flirting. jacob’s clumsiness. mr. johnson telling barbara stories that you tried so hard to concentrate on but nothing worked. she was there, with all her glory, swaying around in the comfort of her home and more radiant than ever.
how was it possible? the effect she had on you, her casual remarks that you were sure pre-calculated to drive you insane. ava kept pushing, putting ideas in your head that swam in dangerous waters. ideas about how melissa was down, just like you. ideas that led you to say careless things.
and melissa was not keeping her distance, sitting especially closer to you on her huge couch, letting your thighs touch occasionally. the bumping of a knee, her scent blinding you and she would smirk over, as if you could take your eyes off of her. and the shirt she was wearing… ugh. you wondered about her bra underneath. was it laced? something deep in color, that would pop against her glowy skin. something that barely covered anything and maybe if she moved around too much a nipple would tug out of the fabric and- no. bad though. bad thought.
but it wasn’t like melissa’s presence was helping. the way she kept whispering into your ear all the while barb talked about her night out with gerald. and melissa would lean over, “what do you think hon’? you figure gerald treats her right in the bedroom?” your face had heated up instantly, knocking the air out of your lungs. then as if it wasn’t enough she had placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing gently. you struggled to breath, trying hard to look at barbara. but the words had spilled out of your mouth in an instant.
“you have nice fingers.” you told her and only her, voice so low against her ear. was she blushing? or was it just the light hitting her features? “thanks hon,” she said confidently but then murmured quietly,
“i’d like ‘em better in you.”
“what?”
“what?”
melissa pretended like she didn’t say a thing. but you heard her, you did. so now you were excusing yourself off to the bathroom. melissa gave you a wink as you lifted off the couch and scurried upstairs, to the bathroom.
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you hurriedly pushed the door behind yourself, failing to notice the slight gap left ajar. your hands found the edge of the sink, looking up to see your face in the mirror. you looked truly disheveled, your hair a mess. your were gripping the ceramic so hard that your knuckles hurt. you huffed out a breath and pushed away, letting your back rest against the wall. blissfully unaware of the slight gap between the door. you needed her, desperately, more than the blood in your veins, the air in your lungs. and no matter how hard you tried, nothing worked.
you came here to collect yourself, not to think about melissa’s beautiful tits any further. you whined out loud, hitting your head at the wall repeatedly. you rubbed your thighs together with a whimper and felt yourself get wetter by the second. if only she were here right now, the things you would let her do to you. you trailed a single hand down your top, grazing your nipples through your shirt and unbuttoning your pants. just a little bit, you thought. it wouldn’t hurt.
your fingers found your clit, slipping under your panties and you let out a moan. fuck. you rubbed the bud a little harder. gathering your wetness and pressing as your mind wandered to her. her hair pulled up in a ponytail, bangs framing her face. her neck, the skin you would beg to touch. then to her cleavage, her perfect breasts swaying. “unghh- mel… need you-” you realized the words leaving your mouth a little too late. your eyes were still closed and you slipped two fingers in your soaking cunt, spreading your legs from where you stood.
melissa had looked so beautiful tonight and now you were in her bathroom rubbing your clit. her fingers had gripped your thigh and now you had two of your own in your mouth to shush out the whimpers and the dirty words. “i’d like them better in you.” she had said and now your head was tilting back, eyes shut as you swallowed your moans in the narrow space. you kept pumping in your wetness, trying to grind on your clit but it wasn’t working. you were so riled up but nothing was helping. you groaned out loudly and slipped your fingers out with visible annoyance. but then your eyes trailed open and you caught sight of the slightly open door. and behind it stood in the darkness… melissa. with a huge smirk on her lips.
shit. shit. shit.
you scrambled to close the door fully, leaning against it and embarrassed was not a word strong enough to describe how you felt. how long was she standing there? did she see you-? did she hear? did- ugh. it was of no use to stand here, propped up by the door inside melissa schemmenti’s bathroom with your fingers still wet and the ghost of her name still hanging off of your lips. so you straightened up, buttoned your pants and opened the door. you had thought she’d be gone by now.
but no, melissa was still standing there, with the same grin. but now there was a change to the way she held herself, the way her eyes glinted with lust. like she could eat you alive and was barely restraining herself. you tried to open your mouth for her to move over but she pushed you back in the small room. she locked the door with a hurry and pressed your back to the same wall you were just against.
she doesn’t kiss you, lets her breath blow on your lips. you want to close the distance this very second. but you feel her body, pressing against you with insistence, her hands don’t touch you just yet. she lets them hang by her sides as she corners you against the wall. you can’t stand it, your heart straining in your chest and her cleavage is on full display right before your eyes. you need to touch her.
“how long have you been standing there?” you ask, a dare in your words. “hmmm… let me think.” she speaks and her voice is so rough, so raspy your knees buckle. so she pushes a single leg between your thighs and lets you grind on it. you try not to moan but she hasn’t even touched you yet. she continues her sentence, “somewhere between ‘mel- need you mommy’… and now.” shit. did you let that slip? now she knows how fucked up of a mind you have. you think she will leave, keep you all hot and horny in the confinement of her bathroom. you’re wrong, terribly.
instead she invades your space further and kisses you. it’s rough, urgent, filled with want, need. she lets her lipstick smear all over your mouth. you grab her by the waist, by her thighs, any place your hands reach. it’s desperate in all the ways you need her. she pushes her thigh between your legs even further and you hump on it, hanging onto any friction she gives and you moan, deeply into her mouth. she hums in return, your voices swallowing each other, tongues tangling and her spit mixes with yours. you need her shirt off. right now. but you don’t know how she would feel. if she would want to keep going.
your hands play with the hem of her shirt, a burgundy one that’s too well fitting. she chuckles in that breathy voice again and you would let her do anything, anything she wants. and when she speaks, you’re sure she is going to be your end. “are you sure about this sweetheart?” she asks and you will get on your knees and beg if it comes to that. you nod, biting your lip. “darling i’m old enough to be your mother.” you moan at that. “it doesn’t matter mel. i want you i need-” you’re so needy as you pull down the hem of her shirt once again. “aww pretty girl, you want to see my tits?” she smirks, giving in a little. you nod frantically and when she tugs it off you can’t help the drool slipping out of the side of your mouth. she has a lace edged black bra that covers her breasts, barely. it’s like all of your late night fantasies coming true. except she’s way more beautiful in real life.
you hear melissa chuckle. she holds your chin up with one hand and your mouth parts. she licks her lips and leans in further. “baby we need to stop this while i can still control myself.” her voice so raspy, laced with her control that is slipping away and you can see it in the way she holds herself. her exposed chest and neck rising up and down with every breath and you just want to suck one of her nipples into your mouth. you need her to keep going. “please, please mel i need you- i need you so bad-” and she grins further, squeezing your jaw harder and you struggle to breath. “you’re so cute when you beg pretty girl.” she unbuttons your jeans with one hand, keeping the other against your throat now.
“i’m gonna help you with that little problem of yours now sweetheart.” she gestures towards your crotch and if only she knew how wet you are. “then you’re gonna make mommy come. how does that sound sweetie, hmm?” she keeps squeezing your throat and you moan out, looking at her forest green eyes. you nod but that’s not enough. “words baby. i need to hear you.”
“yes- yes please touch me-” you gasp and your hands are digging at the side of her hips now. she tsks quietly as she unbuttons your jeans fully. “such a needy girl. now take them off.” she says, tugging at your pants. you comply quickly, sliding the material down your legs and shove it on the floor. you look up at her now, eyes begging. she brings her hand forward and cups your sex through the fabric of your panties. her eyes widen when she realizes how wet you are, basically dripping and moaning and she hasn’t made any real contact. “fuck- you’re so wet hon’. that all for me?” you whimper and nod frantically, “yes, yes all for you mommy.”
she chuckles wickedly and pulls your panties to the side. you don’t know where to put your hands and melissa closes the distance between your lips once again. she licks your bottom lip as her fingers rub on your clit. her other hand pulling the hair at the base of your neck. it strains lightly and you moan into her mouth. the feeling of her fingers now teasing your entrance, her lips ghosting over your face, her breath against your cheek. it’s all too much.
you spread your legs wider and plead, “please- mel-” your voice so desperate. she silences you with a kiss, granting her tongue access into your mouth and she slips a finger in, finally. “spread them wider baby.” she whispers into your mouth, you can die this very second. you let one of your legs wrap around her body, holding it up and melissa smiles into the kiss. she adds in a second finger and they curl, hitting just the spot and you can’t help the loud moan escaping your lips. “sshhh you gotta be quiet for me now sweetie. it might be my house but we can’t afford a scandal now can we?” she teases you, even now when she’s burried deep inside and you laugh, a half-moan. “you know ava will never stop talking about it right?” and she doesn’t even slow down her motions, pumping in and out of your pussy while you whimpered for her in her small bathroom, pressed against the wall.
melissa’s fingers works in you and you just can’t keep your hands off of her anymore. both of them trailing up mel’s sides and up at her chest to grab at her breasts. melissa chuckles, “it’s okay hon’, you can touch them.” you groan and it turns into a whimper when the palm of melissa’s hand finds your clit. you try to ride her fingers put she’s got you pinned. so you keep your mind on her breasts instead. and they’re so close to your face, you free a nipple from the fabric, watching it harden with the cool air. you lower your head and suck it into your mouth, melissa’s fingers halt for a single second, you can feel her jaw open, resting on the top of your head. and you’re so close to her you can practically hear her heart beat.
you bite down on her nipple now and she moans, curling her fingers deeper in you. you’re getting closer, the tight nerves coiling in your belly and you can feel it. you leave bite marks all over her chest now, grasping, kneading the soft skin and you can feel her breath in your veins. melissa’s palm keeps pressing against your pounding clit and one, two, three more strokes in your wetness and you’re coming. pure pleasure taking over as you moan against melissa’s cleavage. she slows down her fingers, gently extracting them and when her palm nudges your clit you buck, still sensitive from your lingering orgasm.
you keep your spot on her chest and lay a cheek on top of one of her tits, looking up to meet her green eyes, glinting. melissa’s fingers tangle in your hair and she smiles at your dumb expression. your lips and chin covered with her dark red lipstick, red marks blooming against her own chest and she trails her thumb against your bottom lip. “how do you like my fingers now baby?” she asks you, voice sultry and you have to bite your lips. “much better.” you say and she pushes her wet fingers through your lips. you look up at her with innocent eyes, as if you’re not naked from the bottom half. and you suck on her fingers, cleaning them up, hollowing out your cheeks.
her eyes widen and you can see the want in her eyes. the need to have you, claim you further. “knees. now.” she orders and you immediately lower yourself onto the floor. the cold concrete hits your knees but it doesn’t matter. what matters is that melissa is calling you a good girl now and you can’t even help yourself when you thighs squeeze. “already so needy for me huh?” she asks, noticing your motion. she eyes towards her own pants, silently urging you to take them off. you make quick work, taking them off alongside her panties. and she just stands there, with all her glory, eyes looking down at you and you can feel your throat go dry at the sight of her. her wetness shining through her dark curls at the apex of her thighs, the stretch marks covering the side of her thighs and you hold onto them. your fingers itching onto her and she grabs you by the hair. “make me feel good and then we will think about it baby.” she says all the while guiding your face towards her dripping pussy.
and you feast. your lips make instant contact with her perked up clit and melissa spreads her legs further. you grab onto her thighs with force as your tongue spreads her folds, ravishing her taste and melissa raises one of her legs to rest it on your shoulder. the motion cages your head between her and the wall and it’s everything. you can suffocate in between her thighs and still be thankful. melissa can’t stop moaning as you suck onto her folds and your tongue teases her entrance. “oh, good girl.” she whimpers, holding onto your head, “keep going baby. just like that- fuck-” she starts grinding on your face and you let her use your tongue however way she likes. she’s getting closer by the second, you know it and you let your nose brush her clit now. she curses loudly at that, something in italian.
you switch between licks of your tongue through her entrance to sucking on her clit, testing the water. you want to put your fingers in her but if you take your hands away from her thick thighs there is a high chance mel would fall. so you keep going, stroking your fingers up and down her legs best as you can, hoping you’re making her feel good, fervently sucking at her clit and the quenching noises that come out are loud. on top of you you can see melissa’s other hand that is not holding your head play with her own nipples. you moan at the sight and the vibrations trail up her spine. she whimpers, “oh hon’- mhhm- don’t stop please-” and you can’t even think about it.
it takes a few more laps of your tongue against her wet pussy until she comes with a muffled out scream of your name. you ride her through it, licking lightly against her, engraving her sweet taste in your mind. then she pushes your head away lightly and you help her put her leg back down. “fuck-” she huffs, “i haven’t done anything this crazy in years tesoro- come up here.” and she pulls you up to her, leaning into your body once again. you kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on your mouth and she hums.
“been such a good girl for me, huh hon’?” she teases you. you smile at her cutely, whatever you say beautiful. you’re worried about this being a one time thing until melissa grabs you by the waist, pecking your lips one last time and saying, “now get dressed baby girl, we have people waiting downstairs to be sent out the house…” she gives you a wicked grin, “because i’m not letting you leave my bed tonight- or walk in the morning.”
you can feel your lungs squeeze with excitement with the implications her words hold.
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the two of you walk downstairs with mel’s hand wrapped around your waist. the first thing you hear is ava whopping in excitement. “damn girl i knew you were down bad but this is bad.” she says once you’re by her side, wiping at the still visible lipstick stains next to your lips and jaw. melissa made sure there was still some left there, just for good measure. and just cause she liked the way it sat against your skin.
you look over to her now, sitting next to barbara who looked very much pleased about the situation too. melissa gives you a devilish smirk that reminds you too much of the one she just gave behind closed doors and you know that you’re in for a long night.
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i kept accidentally changing tenses but this isn’t grammar class soo… you could say i kept it postmodern
hiii, LOVEE your fics btw, can you do one where reader is also a teacher and is kinda reserved and cold and everyone is kind of scared of them, but melissa is completely turned on by them. Melissa also becomes super shy when alone around reader and during open house reader keeps teasing melissa and melissa boldly invites them to her house and things get.. Nasty😛. Also wouldn't mind if you threw in some idk...squirting w/ reader strapping mel🤔😁xx
Open House: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
god she looks so good in this clip
word count: 7k
warnings: smut 18+, pretty much everything in the request, strap-on usage, (power)bottom!mel, bullying :(
a/n: So sorry this took forever but I hope you like it! I tried my best to make it like the request bc its sooo good and I was so excited to write this one. As of rn requests are open again :)
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Despite the fact that life has not been the kindest to you, you maintained a fairly positive outlook on things as they came your way. You always tried to be reasonable and logical about things, even if it made you seem cynical. Lately however, the stress of work on top of the kids’ germy-selves, was causing many irritated days and ill nights.
The job was especially hard because you weren't as outgoing as some of the other teachers, you were quieter and often kept to yourself. It wasn't because you disliked them or anything, in fact sometimes you would have a casual conversation with one, perhaps even joke a little. This was rare though, and without connection and support from your coworkers you were having a hard time balancing everything on your own.
It didn't help that you lived alone and rarely got to see your friends, so you were often left unable to vent about the stress, all of it piling in on itself within the walls of your brain.
There was a time that you had methods of coping with occasional stress-- friends, parties, or just watching sad movies to actually allow yourself to cry. Now though you didn't have the time or opportunities.
You hated crying, yelling, or reacting negatively to anything really in front of others. You had a reputation, a way you presented yourself that meant you had to stay calm and collected 99% of the time. Of course with your friends you would relax and could have heated rants, but even with them you refused to cry. The vulnerability of it scared you, and you were afraid of looking weak or dramatic.
It wasn't a secret that some of your coworkers disliked you, spoke about you behind closed doors, and straight up avoided you sometimes. This didn't really bother you, well not until recently at least.
You had been having a particularly hard day, and every little thing that went wrong felt like a step closer til you snapped. Fear infiltrated you at the idea of unleashing all this pent up aggression and frustration on someone, let alone one of your coworkers or worse, a kid.
To make things worse, the Open House was this Friday and that meant all the teachers had some time to kill while they waited for the sparse numbers of parents and family to show up. You never wasted an Open House day though, you had a schedule and spent half the day working to improve your classroom and lessons, and the other half meeting with parents that somehow agreed to your insistence on talking. This year though less and less parents were able to agree to a meeting and you knew this would leave lots of time to kill.
You arrived at work on Friday with an eagerness to get ahead on lesson planning, and spend spare time tidying up your classroom and restocking supplies while you waited for the two parents that actually scheduled some time to talk to show up.
On your way in you passed Ms. Schemmenti and flashed her a polite smile as you muttered a quick ‘good morning.’ The redhead seemed to blush for a moment as she returned the sentiment and then stammered out an invitation.
“Hey, um some of us are gonna be playing some poker this afternoon in the library if you wanna join?” she said shyly and you smiled.
“Thank you, but I have some work to get done.” you said with a nod before turning to head to your class.
Light footfalls approached the teacher’s lounge for lunch, planning to quietly grab your lunch and sit in your secluded spot in the back as normal. As you neared the door you heard your name and stopped in your tracks.
“I don't think Miss L/n’s weird, maybe just a little odd.” You heard a familiar voice say though you weren’t quite sure who.
“All I’m saying is she doesn't talk to anyone, she never goes to events that aren't required, and her kids are just like, so behaved it's scary.” A voice you recognized as Mr. Hill’s could be heard. You frowned, and stayed put as you continued to eavesdrop.
“That is true, they must have no freedom in there to be that robotic.” Someone replied and you felt your face grow hot.
“I’m sure she is just strict like me.” Mrs. Howard spoke and you were unsure if this was said in your defense or not.
“One time I saw a kid acting up that wasn't even in her class, and she gave them this intense stare and I swear like magic they immediately stopped misbehaving.” Jacob spoke again and you rolled your eyes at this slightly. You were now right outside the door frame, leaning your back against the wall.
“She's just got like- freaky eyes. I don't know, I wouldn't be surprised if the woman was a witch or something.”
The statement pained you, you didn't realize you had been so cold to your coworkers, let alone so odd that they were afraid of you. You didn't want them to be this fearful of you, and hearing them openly insult you like this only caused frustration to bubble towards the surface from the insecurity and hurt cooking underneath.
Someone had continued on with another rigid sentence inside but you had begun to tune it out as thoughts rushed through your mind, anxieties and various assumptions taking over. You had crossed your arms and were leaning with your back against the wall, failing to notice the figure in front of you walking towards the lounge. Your head was down and only when you heard the approaching steps did you look up.
You were met with the typical self assured and mischievous glint of emerald eyes that Ms. Schemmenti often held. You straightened up, trying your best to act like you weren’t listening in and growing rapidly closer to your breaking point. The anger and self-conscious feelings began to take over, and when you have deprived yourself an outlet for so long, these usually burst from your mind in the form of frustrated tears. You chewed your cheek, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat that was growing higher and higher.
Melissa looked over you how she normally did, to you, it was casual and insignificant. To Melissa though, she was taking in every feature of you, the way your hair was styled, what shoes you decided to wear today, what expression your body language held. She was fascinated by you, she knew very little about you and this only seemed to spur her on more. She desired answers but never had the balls to confront you, she was also never really given the opportunity.
Sure she could tell you were more quiet, reserved, and stoic compared to some of the other teachers, but still she wasn't afraid of you, if anything she admired your coldness. She understood your personality and respected you for it. You were a good teacher, always polite even if it wasn't obvious or overly-so, and always made sure your kids were spoiled with resources. She knew a thing or two about having a hardened persona which allowed her to feel as if she understood you on a different level than the others.
The intimidating woman could hear the conversation emanating from the room and her small smile that had only appeared because of you, slowly faded. Her brows furrowed and she stopped to look at you with a sympathetic gaze.
“Hon, just ignore them-” she started shyly but you just pushed off the wall and walked briskly down the hallway, not responding to her out of fear you wouldn't be able to get anything out clearly. Quick feet led you all the way to the excluded far stairwell, entering it quickly and slamming the door behind you as you sat on the steps and began to cry softly into your hands.
Melissa sighed as she watched you walk away, sadness taking over as she tried to convince herself to push her fear of embarrassment over and chase after you. Soon the sadness switched to anger and she turned her attention to the room of ill-mannered colleagues.
She walked in and they all continued, they paused to mutter greetings but she spoke before they could say a quick hello.
“If you’re gonna gossip, make sure the people you're talking crap about aren't right outside.” she said as her head gestured towards the door and they all grew silent. She didn't say another word as she grabbed her lunch as well as yours from the fridge and exited the room, leaving behind her a silencing energy that caused the others to slink down in their seats and continue their meals in solace.
You sat with your tears as you thought of all the things they said, you wondered if it was all true and you had just been too cocky and lost in your own stressors to notice. A dread fell over you knowing you would have a hard time avoiding all of them. Sure they didn't know you were here, crying as a result of their insults, but it would still be frustrating for you to have to deal with their fake greetings and forced conversations with you.
Melissa walked down the hall, looking into empty rooms she passed to see where you had gone. She soon heard the very faint echoes of your quiet cries and her heart broke as she approached the stairwell. A nervous hand came up to knock before slowly turning the knob.
Quick palms came to wipe the tears from your face, sniffling as you fixed any smudged makeup and cleared your throat.
You tried to hide your face with a stressed hand on your forehead, but Melissa already knew you had finally spilled over the edge. With all her confidence she spoke out softly.
“I brought your lunch, you should eat.” she said kindly and you looked up at her with confused brows. Hesitantly she came to sit beside you on the other side of the steps, her back against the wall to give you more space.
Melissa looked at you with zero judgement which silenced the idea of running to avoid having her see you like this. Instead you sniffled and looked at her with a hardened yet hurt gaze.
“Am I really as heartless as they made me sound?” you asked and she tensed up.
She had never had a real conversation with you before, let alone such an intense one, but she gathered her courage once more and answered.
“No, not in the slightest. They are just jealous assholes.” She said with a smile and you just shook your head.
“I mean I must be fairly hostile to have everyone agree with them. God- and we have to all be here together for another six hours.” You rolled your eyes and rested your head in your hand that was propped on your knee.
Melissa felt herself growing fearful, she was unsure how to calm you down or reassure you, too nervous to think of something to say.
“Not everyone agrees with them.” She said and you looked at her, glistening eyes shining up at her as you looked over her expression, trying to detect deceit.
Her heart thumped loudly as she stared at you and you gave her a small smile. The sadness still weighed heavy on your chest though.
“I know i’m standoffish, strict, and I don't really like talking to people very often, but I never wanted them to be afraid of me. I’m young, and new, I just wanted to be respected.” You sniffled and she talked herself up as she slowly rested a hand on your knee.
“You aren’t scary, they just don't understand what it means to be professionals.” she quipped and you let out a small laugh but soon felt the knot forming once again as you thought about the things done to end up in this position.
You were trying your best with everything that had been handed to you, so what you had grown a little bitter? You felt tears prick your eyes and you looked away, your knee pulling away gently.
“Can you go please?” You said softly and she frowned but respected the request. She got up and grabbed the door knob before turning as she opened it.
“If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me. And for what its worth, I think you’re pretty fucking cool.” She said sweetly and you swore you had never heard Melissa use that tone on any adult before. It comforted you and you felt an intrigue come over you as you watched the radiant woman exit.
That evening you arrived back into the school hallways with determination and a fierce agenda. You had spent the last two hours processing and coping from the horrid day. It came to you that if they were going to say all of these things regardless of really knowing you or not, then you would just give them what they wanted.
Heels clicked down the hall as you held your head high and made your way to your classroom to start on your curriculum adjustments and any leftover grading that needed to be done. You had planned to just follow the motions of the day as normal, not bothering to spend the energy to avoid any of your coworkers like you had done. Just staying focused and getting as much done as you could, if you happened to run into someone, you planned to just mind your own business and not even spare them a glance.
The two parents had called to inform you they wouldn't be attending after all and you took the time to finish your tasks. The anxiety remaining from earlier allowed you to fly through your to do list with ease and you soon found yourself rather bored. You sat quietly at your desk, fidgeting with your pens and doodling on a paper. Tired eyes met the clock on your wall and you let out a huff, still three hours to kill as it was nearing four.
As boredom drove your thoughts, you decided to wander around for a bit. Mindless steps led you to Ms. Schemmenti’s room and you smiled, walking in to the empty class to get a good look at her class decor. You stepped behind her desk to admire the small pictures on it and soon felt a presence behind you.
“If you’re looking for test answers, I keep those in a safe underground.” She spoke out and you turned to look at her.
“Hey, I was just looking at your pictures. I got bored in my room.” you said softly and she walked over.
“Come play with us, Jacob seems clueless so you may be able to strip him for what he’s worth.” she joked sheepishly, her eyes flicking to yours for only a minute before turning away. You frowned at this.
“Maybe. I’ve never been good at card games.” You shrugged and she shook her head dismissively.
“Ah, bull. I bet you’re very good at bluffing.” She smiled, still her emeralds only landed on your focused eyes for a mere moment.
“Is that a baseball bat under your desk?” You asked suddenly and her face grew red as she stammered a reply.
“Um..maybe.” she said and you let out a laugh, your giggle causing warmth to spread through her chest.
“Do you use it on bad students?” You said with a playful tone and she shook her head.
“No, just bad teachers, speaking of..” she said as she went to reach for it. Her hand moving under the desk leaving little time for you to back away, which only caused you to be a few inches apart. Your hand stopped hers gently and you let out a laugh.
“No no no, as much as I would love to see those catty folk get their asses handed to em, I try not to fight back with violence.” You said, your hand remaining on hers for a moment.
“I much rather use my witchy spells and hexes.” You added and her gaze drifted to your hand and she quickly pulled back and looked down. Your brows furrowed and you cleared your throat.
“I was kidding.” You said calmly and she nodded as she stuttered out a reply.
“N-no-- yeah, I figured.” Her cheeks were pink once again and you grew worried. Was she only pretending to be comfortable around you to spare your feelings?
“Melissa..” You said and she hummed but kept her gaze on her room and everything in it but you.
“Are you afraid of me too?” You asked with doubt and she quickly shook her head.
“Why don’t you look at me then?” You continued and her eyes slowly met yours and seemed to darken as they dilated.
“I just- um..” she started but couldn't find the words and so you stepped closer, your faces a few inches apart.
“Don't get all shy on me now, Schemmenti. Looks like you’re the only one I can talk to around here.” You joked and she smiled before taking in a deep breath.
“I am just intrigued by you Y/n. I think you are brave and smart and for some reason I feel very…nervous around you. Okay? There I said it.” She said almost shamefully on the defense and this all caught you off guard and you smiled slowly.
“Really? I make the Melissa Schemmenti nervous?” You beamed and she scoffed.
“Dont get too flattered im sure its just..” she started but couldn't find a good excuse and you stepped closer to tease her some more.
“Just.. just a little what? Intimidation?” you asked and she smirked slightly.
“Im not scared of you.” she said with a tough rise of her chest and chin and you raised a brow.
“Oh yeah? Prove it then.” You said confidently and her cheeks turned a bright red as her eyes darted between yours. There was a clear tension rising like heat between the two of you and it was only a matter of time before one of you broke.
“Okay, my place-- nine o’clock.” she said boldly and with a newfound bravery, like she had remembered just who she was and you smiled softly at her words.
“Text me the address.” you nodded and she bit her lip as she watched you move around her and exit her classroom. The redhead hid the shocked expression well, but she stood in silence for a few moments contemplating what she had just gotten herself into.
The next few hours couldn't pass quickly enough. You were still too annoyed to hang out with the others so you stayed in your room and worked on future lesson plans. Eyes constantly flicking to the clock hoping it was almost time to leave.
When the hour finally hit you scrambled to pack your things and lock up your classroom, walking out briskly towards your car. A few feet in front of you down the hall you saw teachers quickly exiting the library, a particular redhead doing so faster than the others and you smiled. A few of them turned and saw you and their heads fell low and they shamefully walked by, you flashed them dagger-like glares to bring some humor to yourself and laughed silently at the way they skittered off.
When you arrived home you took a quick shower and put on a more comfortable but sexy outfit. You hoped you weren't misreading Melissa’s invitation and continued to fix your hair and makeup as you worried about the night's intentions.
Before you knew it you were arriving at the address she provided with the familiar sudden rush of nerves to your brain. You dusted yourself off as you got out of the car and muttered small affirmations as you made your way to the door. Three soft knocks were placed and a few seconds later the door was being opened.
There Melissa stood, a striking dress that hugged her curves casually but noticeably clung to her and you felt your face flush at the sight. You hadn't seen her in something so gorgeous before, her legs and chest on display caused a ripple through your body.
“Well dont just stand there hot stuff come on in.” she laughed and you shook your thoughts away and stepped inside.
She took your purse to hang for you as you gawked at the interior of her home, staring at the family pictures on the wall and her fitting decor.
“Wow you really do have a large fam-” you were cut off by the redhead suddenly pressing you against the door by your waist and her lips meeting yours with force.
Once you realized what was happening you immediately sunk into the kiss, your arms draping over her shoulders as you pressed up into her. You let out a soft moan and she pulled away, the both of you smirking at one another with ideas flooding your minds.
“Proof enough for ya?” she smiled and you scoffed, your hands moving slowly down her body to her waist, pushing her away so you could move off the door and turn her back against it now.
She let out a shudder and you smiled. Your eyes admiring every inch and detail of her face from this proximity, taking note of her eyes darkening once more.
“Hmm, not quite. I think I have a better idea on how you can prove your… tolerance for me.” you grinned with a glint of lust in your eyes and she raised a brow at your choice of words. Your hand snaked to cup her jaw and pull her in for a deep kiss.
Your tongue invaded her mouth with a skilful motion and she groaned into it earning a squeeze to her hip. After a few passionate minutes you pulled away and grabbed your bag, turning to look at her with seduction. She was still in awe and you blushed at her sudden shyness that had made its way outside the walls of your classroom.
“Dont worry, what's in here is way better than potions and crystals.” You laughed and she smirked, grabbing your wrist to drag you to her bedroom.
Once within the walls of her dark and cozy bedroom you felt the nerves dissipate slowly and you set your bag down on a chair before your lips hurriedly met hers once again. She backed you to the edge of the bed and pushed you to sit down before lifting the hem of her skirt and straddling you, deepening the kiss herself. You were enjoying this side of Melissa, one that was confident and unafraid to lead the way, it was what you imagined she was like. However, you had other plans for your night together.
Still you allowed her to lead for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pressed against yours and her thick thighs gripped on either side of your lap. Her hips slowly ground into you as the kissing grew more intense and you tangled your hand in her hair, suavely moving it to her shoulder so you could unzip the back of her dress. She continued to move her mouth in perfect sync with yours and didn't protest your motions, instead her hands came to the buttons of your blouse and began to undo them.
You shimmied her dress to pile at her hips and she shrugged your top off, her mouth instantly moving to the space of your collarbones, and down your chest. You leaned your head back and brought your hands to tangle in her hair. As her lips grew closer to your clothed breasts you brought your hands to her jaw and brought her lips back to yours.
“Melissa,” you spoke softly and she pulled away, a slight fear evident in her eyes. This puzzled you and your original statement was queued.
“What’s wrong?” you asked and she smirked, shaking her head.
“Nothing, I was just worried you were going to stop.” she said softly, her eyes not meeting yours.
“I was going to ask you to stand up and get undressed.” You said plainly and her eyes snapped to yours, a flash of mischief in her pupils.
She did as she was told, her core heated at your presence and orders. Her mind was racing with dozens of questions. They were all trying to find out what it was about you that got to her, set her heart in a frenzy and her center on fire. She could hardly speak clearly around you and here she was getting naked for you. Maybe the rumours were true.
As she got undressed you watched and slid your skirt off and to the ground, both of you were left in your undergarments and you stood up, your body a few inches from hers. Heavy eyes glazed over her figure, tracing her curves and committing them to memory with fervor. Tentative and gentle fingers traced over her hips, up the sides of her stomach, and to her bra straps. You watched as her breathing grew heavier and you paused a moment.
“Will you hand me my bag?” You asked nicely and she nodded with furrowed brows.
Manicured hands brushed yours as she handed it over and you brought your hand to brush her hair back. An endearing smile met your eyes and you gestured to the bed.
“Why don’t you get comfortable.” you instructed and she nodded slowly before moving to sit on the end of the bed. You let out a small laugh.
“That’s your idea of comfort?” you asked and she looked down with pink cheeks and a bashful smile.
“I’m not sure what to do, I’ve never been on this side of things.” she admitted and your heart felt for her.
“I’m not here to boss you around unless you want me to. Just tell me what you want Melissa.” You said simply and she felt her tensed muscles relax slightly at the reassurance.
“What’s in there?” she asked and you smirked as you reached into your bag and pulled out a box, reaching in to hold up your simple strap on. Her eyes went wide before a small smirk grew on her face.
“What? Never seen one of these before?” You joked and she rolled her eyes.
Of course Melissa had been with other women, in college and a few drunken nights during the first few years of her divorced life, but she always took the lead and never used toys. She just never thought to nor found someone she wanted to give the time to try them with. She always imagined she wouldn't be on the receiving end of it for her first introduction to the device. However as she looked up at you she wanted nothing more than to have you use it.
“Put it on for me.” she asked and your smile faded.
“We gotta get you warmed up first baby.” You laughed and walked to stand over her. Your hand moved to cup her cheek but she stopped you, moving your hand down to the waistband of her panties.
You were now the one with heavy breaths, watching as she continued your hand into her underwear and allowed your fingers to cup her center and feel how wet she had grown in these few minutes. A shuddered breath was sucked in as you bit your lip at the feeling. She smiled up at you through her lashes and you smirked.
“Fuck you’re so wet for me already huh?” you whispered and she nodded. You slid two fingers into her with ease and she buckled forward at the sudden motion, a moan escaping her lips as she grabbed onto your arm to brace herself.
You felt your skin grow hot at the delightful feeling of her womanhood around your fingers. Knowing now she was indeed ready for you.
“Please, I don't want to wait anymore.” she almost whined out as her flushed face met yours.
You nodded gently and stepped back, your hand pulling from out of her with a gasp escaping her lips. The redhead watched as you brought your finger to your lips and sucked her slick off and a visible chill went up her spine. You removed your underwear slowly, her eyes meeting your glistening core before snapping back to your gaze, her mouth filling with saliva.
You slipped on the toy and tightened it into place with ease. Unintentionally making it clear to Melissa that this wasn't new for you. That revelation was evident on her face when you looked back up and you moved closer to her to stroke her cheek sweetly.
“You’re the only one okay?” you assured the redhead and she smiled, returning the sentiment before pulling you down to meet her lips.
The atmosphere grew hot and intense as your mouths moved aggressively and soft moans escaped her mouth. The erotic tension grew heavier and suddenly she pulled away and stood up.
“Everything okay?” you began to question with worry but she was grabbing your hand and moving to get on the bed fully. You followed and allowed her to position you, your back against the pillows as you watched her reach to remove her bra.
Quick hands met hers and you insisted with a smirk. Her skin was soft beneath your hands and you undid the clasp before slowly peeling the bra away and allowing her breasts to be exposed. It was hard to resist the large grin that was prickling at your mouth and you just admired her as your hands slid down to tug at her panties too.
“You’re so beautiful Melissa. The prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” you complimented and this time she didn't look away in a shy fit, instead she smirked and her eyes traded in for the dark green once more.
She kicked her panties to the side and came to straddle you once more, this time pausing as she hovered over your silicone member. Strong hands came to grab her hips and support her and she looked at you before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.
“You ready babygirl?” you whispered into the kiss and she nodded, not pulling her lips from yours as she lined herself up and allowed her hips to slide down over the tip. The first inch pushing into her opening.
Her chest paused as she held her breath and moved to go further but your grip on her hips wouldn't allow her. She pulled away and looked at you with a confused glare.
“Slow and steady.” You smirked and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“Just fuck me Y/n. Please.” she almost begged and you couldn't deny her.
Your hands pushed her to take it all in and she gasped, a guttural moan escaping her throat as her head rested on your shoulder. She let out hushed italian words as she got used to your size. Your hands stayed firmly on her hips as your mouth found her shoulder and kissed along her neck, careful to not leave any visible marks.
After a few moments her hips began to roll and you smirked as you guided them. She picked her head up and met your lips, moaning into them as she began to ride your length. You skin grew sticky from the heat boiling your blood. The redhead was an absolute vision, her large hips around your waist, breasts pressing into yours, and your length disappearing into her as she moved. Her skin was dewy and her expressions were erotic. There was no way you would ever forget this moment or find a woman to live up to it.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” she moaned and began to pick up the pace of her hips. Her nipples brushed against your clothed bra and created a delightful friction, drawing her closer to her peak.
Your hands moved her hips harder and faster and the moans escaping her mouth sent ripples to your heated core. The friction of the strap pleasing you slowly but surely as well. You continued to kiss her and moved to her neck again, then down to her breasts. A hand left her hip to cup her and bring her nipple to your mouth, sucking on it with hunger.
Light licks swirled the bud and she moaned and gripped you to her by your hair. You brought the bud between your teeth gently and she let out a whine that spurred you on more. Her movements grew faster and you could feel her slick on your thighs. She was growing closer to her release so you moved your other hand to rub her clit but she stopped you, moving the one hand back put pushing it to grab firmly on her ass. You squeezed her flesh and she moaned out and picked up the speed of her movements, the bed now moving slightly as she chased her release.
“I wanna cum just like this first.” she said exasperated and you smirked, not thinking twice to obey.
“You can cum like this as many times as you want, baby.” you mitered into the flesh of her breasts and she smiled, gripping your hair as she felt her orgasm approaching.
“I’m so close, sweetie.” she whined and you finally moved your other hand from her chest to grab her hips. Lifting her slightly to help with the tension on her knees, and to bring her down harder on your shaft. She let out a deep moan at the new force and you smirked.
“Come on Melissa, release yourself on me.” your voice let out seductively in her ear.
The warmth of your breath and her hips being brought down onto you caused her coil to snap and she let out a loud moan as she began to convulse slightly around you. She rode out her orgasm and your lips met hers, kissing her deeply. Your tongue massaged hers with skill and she moaned erotically into the wet kisses.
“God that was, amazing Miss L/n.” she joked and you smiled.
Your hand moved to cup her center and her hips jerked at your cool fingers. She was still around you and you wanted to coax her to a second orgasm quickly so it was just as intense as the last. Her hand gripped your wrist but didn't use much force to push it away.
“Ah, I'm still sensitive.” she whined and you nodded as you bit your lip.
“Good.” Your fingers moved in a circle over her clit and she wrapped her arms around you to scratch her nails into your back. Her mouth coming to your shoulder to kiss the flesh in distraction.
She let out a slight wince as you rubbed slowly but harder against her sensitive bud and you paused, moving your other hand off her hip to pull her head up from your shoulder.
“Are you okay? I think you can give me another Mel.” you nodded and she looked as if this was a foreign concept. She hardly would get one in the past and now she was preparing for the unknown.
“I don’t know, i-it hurts.” she spoke softly as if a sudden embarrassment was falling over her and you smiled.
“Does this hurt, or feel good?” you asked as you rubbed her clit gently in slow circles and watched as her eyes fell shut. You could feel her hips twitch beneath you as the sensitivity grew and you smirked at the sight.
“Both. I don't know if I can-” she started and you interrupted.
“Move your hips again, let the pleasure and tension spread throughout your whole body.” You spoke into her ear and she shuddered as she did what she was told.
Her hips rocked into you, causing your hand to rub against her clit harder and she let out the familiar whine. Nails dug into your arms and you found her lips, kissing her softly to help combat the intense feeling in her lower half. She moaned into it sweetly and you relished in the sounds.
She began to rock her hips once more and it was clear she was beginning to get used to the over-stimulation of her core and wanted more. You admired her above you, red hair glowing in the lamp light, reflecting on her dampening skin. Her breasts moving slightly with her motions and her eyes opening to meet yours.
“I feel close again, hon. Fuck-” she moaned and you smiled.
“Use me like a toy Mel. I’m not going anywhere.” Desperation and pleasure laced your words and she moaned and nodded. The instructions were taken seriously and the woman stopped holding back, moving her hips up and down faster.
You stared in awe as she rode you with force, her breasts bouncing with her as she allowed you deeper and deeper inside her. A tight grip came to her ass to help move her forward while your other hand rubbed her clit with an increasing speed to match her movements. This pushed her closer to her climax and she pressed her lips to yours.
“It feels so good, hon, I’m almost there.”
You admired her taking charge again and placed a few marks to her boobs, where they would be hidden before taking her nipples into your mouth once again.
The combined stimulations were edging Melissa to a release she hadn't experienced before and this only made her more desperate to feel it. Her hips moved hard and she felt her skin begin to grow hot and her muscles tense.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” she moaned out and you pinched her nipple between your lips as your fingers moved quicker and she threw her head back.
Loud, velvety moans left her lips and her gaze remained on the ceiling as rode out the high. Her body released fully and you nearly came with her as you watched her finish all over you. The scent of her fluids dripping around you spurred you on and you continued to rub her clit, as she shook around you. The glistening between her thighs and on you was caught by the sheet beneath you and you finally pulled your hand away as she calmed her motions and moved to kiss you again. Her breasts pressed against yours, her thighs hugged you as well as she held you tightly and kissed you with newfound intensity. You were surrounded by her warmth in the moment.
“You okay babygirl?” you whispered and she pulled her lips away, her forehead resting against yours as she nodded.
Her chest moved as she tried to catch her breath.
“Yeah, that was crazy. I've never felt like that before.” she laughed and you giggled with her, placing a peck to her pink cheek.
“You certainly have the proof now.” You spoke as you looked down at the wet spot and she followed your gaze.
Her hands quickly cupped over her mouth and she shut her eyes.
“Oh my God.” She spoke in her normal voice that you hardly heard when alone with her. You could see the embarrassment rising to her face as you grabbed her hands and cupped her cheek.
“Hey, it’s okay. Melissa-- that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” You said in a serious tone and she reluctantly looked at you.
“A horrible night to do that for the first time.” She said with an annoyed despair and you giggled, your hands wrapping around her waist.
“Melissa, this is normal. I’m sorry no one has gotten that outta you.” you said softly and she looked into your eyes deeply before nodding.
You kissed her cheek as your thumb stroked her other before moving your hands to her hips. You began to lift her off and she helped, slowly sliding your member out and swinging her leg over. The room was sticky and your makeup was slightly smudged along with hers but she had never looked more gorgeous. Cool hands slid to her neck to pull her in for a deep kiss, one full of care and appreciation more so than lust.
“You’ve never been more beautiful than in this moment.” You said softly, your eyes glued to hers. She could see in your pupils the integrity behind your statement, and how they didn't shift to her nude form but instead remained innocent and on her.
“And to think I could have missed this.” She scoffed and you smiled, “Thank God those assholes were talking trash.” she added and you feigned shock.
“What!? You're crediting those nerds with our… relations.” You exclaimed with a grin and she shook her head and let out a laugh.
“No of course not, it would have happened eventually.” she joked and you raised a brow as you stood to remove the toy and she watched hungrily.
“Oh yeah? Brave Ms. Schemmenti was gonna make the move?” you poked and she stood to meet your lips.
“Maybe. I did today, didn't I?.” she questioned with her lips hovering over yours and you felt your breaths slow.
“I suppose, it was more of an order. Either way it worked.” You laughed and brought her in for a kiss. Her arms slinked to remove your bra and you moved to put her hair up for her before doing the same
“Come on, let's get ya cleaned up.” She smirked, leading you into the bathroom to prepare a bath, your hands unable to leave each other's skin the whole night.
pairings: Melissa Schemmenti x buff!reader (Y/n used)
warnings: language, smut, strap on, cookie eating, throat fucking, hair pulling, sweet talking, sub Melissa, Dom reader, fluff, aftercare
summary: you meet her during classroom decorating, although you don't speak much, you're in the same circle of friends. She has her eyes on you though, you and those muscles....and you, you had your eyes on her. So when a snow storm comes by and her car breaks down? Its the perfect moment.
a/n: don't ask me why y'all just got a winter fic before the halloween one....it's just how the process works trust (do not trust me for your own safety and sanity)
The 23' school year was about to begin and you were in your room doing decorations. Wearing shorts and an old Scooby doo shirt tucked in. Everything with a funky green belt and brown dyed converse.
You had seen this red truck pull in while grabbing a water bottle from the cooler you had brought. You weren't really focusing, just spacing out. You watched the door open and someone jump out, but then you looked away. Not seeing who it was.
You basked in the sun before grabbing your last box and waltzing back to your room. Letting the music take over your mind as you just decorated.
A song, your favorite, came on. And you just couldn't help the dance moves that slipped from you as you danced down the hall.
You were heading to your car for one last trip to just make sure you had everything. Not seeing the red head in front of you.
Just as you bumped into her, you caught her with one arm and your other reaching to get the box. It was weird how you maneuvered. But...smooth?
Maybe it was that smile you wore that day. Maybe it was the kiddish outfit. Maybe it was nobody knew who you were. Maybe it was how strong you were.
Melissa couldn't pin it. What was it about you? She shouldn't feel like this for a stranger. She doesn't even get into physical touch until she really knows someone.
Yet you, you made her stomach flutter. She stood up and was about to say something snarky or something asserting her dominance but she was just staring up at you.
"I'm going to take your silence as a yes?" Your voice. It came through to her finally. She couldn't forget it suddenly. How it perfectly matched you. It wasn't too high pitched, but wasn't too raspy either. It was full of emotions constantly.
"Sorry," she hummed. "I just have never seen someone move like that?"
You gave a small laugh, "thank you, I think?" You didn't know how to take that, so randomly you left. Trying to figure it out in your own head.
Melissa hadn't seen you around again until the first day.
You stood outside in a pair of cargo jeans, a blue hot wheels top. Your hair was down and pulled back to show off your earrings.
The smile you had while greeting your kids made Melissa feel giddy. She couldn't tear her eyes off of you. Especially the glimpse of buff arms. How with each movement they would slightly flex.
You turned and caught her wandering eyes. Feeling warm as she didn't know she had been caught. Instead you ignored it and hoped it wasn't her spacing off.
By lunch you had waltzed into the teachers lounge. Grabbing your bowl of fruit you hid at the bottom of the fridge. You didn't get your mini fridge till next week, hence why you hid it (in your first week Ava had eaten most of your stash).
You were minding your own business entirely, not caring other teachers walked in.
"Damn, you a fine piece of steak!" Ava smiled. You, on pure curiosity, turned to see who she was talking about. Going wide eye when she looked at you. "And the face card matches?! You must be new here!"
You laughed lightly and shook your head. "I've been here since 17'." You beamed proudly. Hands being occupied with the bowl of colors.
"No way, I would've known if someone as sexy as you was on my staff." Ava shook her head in disbelief.
"Ava..." you began, but saw the red head walk in. Catching your attention now that you could see her up closer. You would've spent a second longer if you weren't in the middle of a conversation. "Y/n?" You reminded her.
The shock that rushed into this woman's face was enough to make you almost cackle. It was a recurring look but never got old.
"What happened during that pandemic??" She looked you up and down again. "Get a new body or was this all you?!"
You gave a playful shrug. Making way to exit, but not before looking to the red head. Finding that she was already staring at you.
There was something in her eyes. You wanted to ignore it, but it made you feel so giddy. It was a mix of desire and need. Surely you were misinterpreting things. How could she want a 29 year old? She probably looked for someone who was more experienced and stable. Not that you weren't. You lived in a nice house and a solid credit score.
You found your way to your classroom, missing the second half of lunch in the teachers lounge.
"Ava who was that?" Janine furrowed her brows. Wanting to befriend you almost instantly since this morning. She had also watched you greet kids and she could tell you truly cared.
Melissa, she didn't want to let anyone know she was listening, its why she focused on her newspaper. But she wanted to know everything.
Ava glanced at the teacher. Then jumped to Melissa, folding her arms and turning to her entirely. "You gonna act like you weren't checking them out this morning? I figured with the way you looked ready to eat them alive, you knew more about them than anyone."
Shocked she was pulled in so quickly, she put the paper down. "I mean, I knew they worked here but I didn't know they looked like that after the years. Pandemic changed everyone. Some in ways other than most."
"The hell does that mean?" Ava made a face and left the room. The conversation got dropped at that. Yet, you were still a common topic for them all.
Every lunch they would mention you. From the sightings of you in the halls to interactions. It seemed everyone was having one with you but Melissa.
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It was close to winter break. The end of the day on a slow Wednesday. You were walking out when you stopped into Barbra's room. Catching her also on her way out. You stepped in closer, grabbing her bags for her. She had complained about how she pulled something in her shoulder earlier. "Oh bless your heart."
"Oh for sure, also I just had a quick question for you. Since you're her friend and everything.." You began but the turn of the corner and suddenly the temperature dropped what felt like ten more degrees. "My goodness it's freezing," you commented.
"Supposed to be the worst storm of the year. They're considering giving us a snow day soon. But with how this world runs, it's all online now." Barb joked. "What about Melissa?" Her lips drew tight in her big smile.
You stopped in front of the door. You were staring hopefully. Getting her attention, you knew you weren't backing down. "Is she..."
Barb let out a laugh. You didn't know what that meant. "I'm not one to tell, but I can't stand to see you both dance around it. Just talk to her. She's not as big and scary as you think."
You followed the older woman out to her car. Placing her bag in her car, before giving her a warm hug. "Get home safe Barb. Its gonna get terrible out."
"You as well, text me when you make it home. Drive safe." Barb hoped into her car and it just left you.
You got to your car, and you would've gotten in, except the red head of your world, her car was still here. The hood was popped and she was digging in the engine.
You watched her after putting your things down. From your observations, she had to be out here longer than needed. Her body was shaking and her breathe was in the air.
Quickly you grabbed the blanket from your back. Rushing to wrap her in it. "You should wear a coat more often, Schemennti. You'll catch a cold."
You heard a relieved sigh leave her when you hugged her with the blanket. Your body heat getting to her. "God, thank you!" She turned in your arms, burying her face in you. You played it to her just being cold, but you couldn't help your heart that was hammering your chest. "This old thing just...I love it but it just doesn't work. And the start of the coldest weeks is when it gives out on me finally. You're so warm!"
You let out a chuckle. "Here, why don't you go warm up in my car and I can take a look?" You offered your keys. She was about to say no, but you gave her a stern look and she followed through.
And within ten minutes or so you came back to the car. Practically moaning at how warm the car was. You rolled your head to look at melissa, smiling at her beautiful face.
You sat up a bit, "you'll need to call a tow, just to get it back to your house. From there, once it's not a snow storm, I can fix it up for you in no time." You hummed out quickly. "And lucky for you, my brother owns a tow company that runs 24 hours and I can have someone here in no time. Then I can drive you home so your nice and warm."
Melissa could've melted at how you were so quick to help. And before she could even answer, you were calling your brother to come get the car.
"Thank you," she whispered to you. "Truly, I would've been stuck here for the storm."
You could only flash a smile. Letting your eyes just take in her features in the dim lighting. You didn't realize how intimate the moment was until you started smiling at the blush that formed.
"Ya' know, you're the only one I hardly talk to? I try to come talk to you alone but someone else is always there," you ratted yourself out. Not really seeing the harm in such a silly confession.
Melissa furrowed her brows. Why would you want to talk to her specifically? "I see the way you stare. I have since the first day. I think I really took it in was when Janine broke the ac and I walked around in a tank top. How you thought I wouldn't catch you." You pointed out, never making eye contact. "I truly figured you had something against me. So I threw myself in your way in hopes you'd see I'm nothing bad and ju-."
"Shut up and kiss me," Melissa cut in. Not realizing what she had said before you had turned to stare at her. "I...I'm sorry." You stared in silence only a little bit longer.
You were so stunned at that. As a matter of fact, you stepped out the car. Rounding to the back and just sitting in the back of the car. Really taking in everything now.
Neither of you moved until your brother showed up. You were cold but in shock. The heat from the car pushing on your back thankfully.
He jumped out quickly and sat next to you. "So." He started. "Was I right?"
"I'm not answering any questions right now." You whispered into the winter air. Your breath being a great focus point. "Can you take the truck to mine?" You turned and looked at him.
"You gotta help me at least." He said with a sly smile. Getting a small smile in return. "We'll make it quick!"
"Whatever," you shook your head. Rounding to grab the keys.
You opened the driver door and leaned in a bit. "The keys?" You spoke softly to her. She began to look around, hands shaking.
You saw this as your chance to make a move. Your left hand went to cup her face, forcing her to look at you. Her breath was unsteady at the action. "Just breathe. We're in no rush." You gave a reassuring look. She nodded and just took a deep breath. "Good girl," you let out with a caring smile. Watching as her eyes went wide and the pink cheeks burned to red.
Melissa felt like she was dreaming. There was no way. Her hands kept patting around, feeling relieved when she had the keys in her hand.
She almost threw them over, but opted to just hand them to you. Setting them slowly in your hand. "Thank you, hun." You pulled away and closed the door.
The woman was left to watch you and your brother load the car up. She stepped out ready to pay the towing fee now. She stood by the back of your car.
Watching as the two of you conversed. Then when you both suddenly looked at her, she felt overly conscious of the situation. You were talking to your brother about her.
You both smiled at her reaction. "I think she thinks she's paying." You joked. Eliciting a laugh from your other half. "Thank you again. Especially because the chances of this working is so slim. Drive safe?"
"You too. And it has to, its a smooth plan," he nudged your arm. Getting into his truck and starting.
Melissa frowned as he left before talking to him. "I never paid him?" She looked to you. Glaring as you just shrugged. "Can I give it to you to give to him?"
"Melissa, the storms about to start and I need to stop home. Money can be a future conversation." You got into the car without much focus.
You drove the both of you in a silence. Humming and tapping along to the music.
Melissa couldn't take it though. "So...you've been at Abbott for?"
"Like five years or something? I don't know, the whole pandemic threw my sense of time off. Crazy how much people changed during it." You let the joke slide.
"So you were here for two years prior Covid?" The red head lingered on the topic, needing to know how much she's missed you in the halls. "How come everyones just meeting you?"
You let out a little laugh. "Nobody pays attention to a kid that looks like a nerd. So during the pandemic I made a gym in my garage and then I got to it. My friends say I look happier than ever." You slowed down at the red light. Eyes catching the snow that began to fall.
You couldn't help the excitement when you saw the setting change.
"So that makes you, what like, twenty-four?" She attempted the math. You seemed younger.
You shook your head, "almost thirty but saying it out loud is such a weird thing. One day you're ten running in a flower field, and then the next you're twenty-nine trying to figure out where the hell the time went."
"Imagine how that feeling feels at fifty-three.." She sounded defeated at admitting such an age.
Your head tilted towards her, slightly rolling back to see her with a playful smirk. "You're only fifty-three?" Melissa nodded, a questioning stare being given. "I just thought you were always younger, you look stunning regardless though." And then ever so slightly under your breath, "just makes you even more attractive honestly."
Melissa's eyes grew, "What?"
"Huh?" You smiled widely. The light turned green and the silence was quick to appear.
Her eyes focused on the road but she wasn't really focused. Lost in a daze of the moment. She didn't notice how you were already at your house. Hopping out the car, you basked in the snow.
Letting it fall against your cheeks and getting stuck in your hair. Your eyes sparkled in the house lights you had.
Finally, you brought yourself to look at the older woman. Then quickly you jumped to her red truck in your driveway. A bigger smile on your face.
"Whys my truck here?" She furrowed her brows. Her green eyes stared at you, not for long though. She couldn't meet your stare for long it seemed. There was some sense of dominance you held over her. It was a new feeling for her.
With a wide ass grin, you went inside. Setting down the little stuff you brought in before going back for your bags. Bringing in Melissa's as well.
"Wait? If we're leaving why are you taking in my bag?" Melissa hoped out now. Jumping as the car locked. "Y/n?!"
You kept going in. Letting her follow behind you like it was nothing. You set everything down and took off your shoes, leaving them by the couch. Your sweater following soon after. The dark green leaving your body and showing off your black cami.
Your arms all full display for Melissa. You poured both a glass of wine. "We're in no rush to get anywhere. Worst case is you sleep in my bed." You pushed the glass to her. "Keep me company for a bit?"
She was stuck in her place. What were your intentions tonight? The thoughts pondered and banged around in her head. "Ok," she mumbled. Taking the glass and taking a deep sip.
"Are you hungry?" You asked, walking towards the fridge. "I can make a killer bowl of cereal!"
"Do you have anything to make pasta? I can help?" She proposed. Melissa set the glass down and walked up to you. Standing behind you and looking over your shoulder. "God you eat healthy. All these fruits."
You turned and looked down at her. "I like naturally sweet." You had this look in your eyes. Like you were implying something and she caught on. She was blushing and looking into your fridge.
Carefully, you slipped from next to her. Melissa figured you were going over to the pantry to look for noodles. Yet, she jumped went she could feel your hands on her hips and breath on her ear. "I bet you taste sweet." You whispered, moving before she could turn.
Melissa felt flustered. She wasn't enjoying being teased like how you were. You did it so effortlessly. So incredibly effortlessly.
"I have these noodles?" You pulled out a box of thin noodles. "Will they work?"
She inspected the box, then your hands. She zoned in on them forgetting the question. Once you moved closer, she came back. You got into her space, trapping her between the island and you.
"If you keep staring at me like that Melissa, I'm gonna be enjoying you tonight." Your voice dropped an octave. "You're a very desirable woman."
Her mouth fell open and then snapped shut. She watched as you smirked. "What? Can't get anything out?" You leaned closer to her lips. Faking them out twice before pulling back.
If Melissa wanted anything, she would have to get it herself. And she wanted you.
As you stepped back, she yanked you back. Crashing her lips to yours in a desperate manner. Feeling how you smiled against her. It made her more sexually upset. How you had all this cool collective manner.
And the small control she had was soon taken away. You had her bending back slightly on the counter as you deepen the kiss. Hands holding her hips as you led.
A small gasp left the red head as you lifted her on the counter like she was a feather. It gave you the chance to establish your dominance.
"You are just so adorable like this. On my counters, in a state of desperation." You cooed at her. Looking into her eyes as your hands pushed her legs open. "My Melissa." You beamed at her. Eyes jumping all over her face.
The title sounded right to her. Being yours. Having your strong arms to always protect her when she needed more. Or just to be all wrapped up in them. How they probably would hold her so snug that you'd never let her go. Not that she wants to leave.
"Are you sure about this? I can easily step back and act like it never happened." You drew serious. If what was about to happen wasn't what she was wanting, you'd never lay a finger on her again. But when her head bobbed, you could only smile. "I need a verbal answer, Melli."
Melissa almost fainted at the nickname. How it rolled perfectly off your tongue. How it was a nickname she only heard once in a while. But when it came from you, she wanted to hear it all the time.
"I want you." She practically begged. This was an entirely new side of her. Usually she was the one to make people beg for her. To chase after her. Not the other way around. But when you wouldn't chase, she became a mess for you. Dare say submissive for you.
You let adoration fill your eyes as you kissed her all over her face. The most passionate kiss being to her plush lips. You were claiming them to a point. This woman was now yours, but you've always been hers.
You were slow and careful, yet fast and rough. It only took a simple opening for you to wrap her legs around you and carry her to your room. Where you delicately sat her on the edge of your bed while you stood between her legs and looked down.
"You're so strong..."she whispered, listening as you chuckled. "Really," her hand snuck up on your arm. Giving your bicep a squeeze, only going wide eye at how strong you really were.
"You have no idea how long I've been thinking of you...how many times I've thought of being able to manhandle you. To be rough. Then to be soft. The images never fulfill me enough." You kissed all over her neck. Your eyes were almost just pupil with how dilated they became. "I've longed for you Melissa...I've worked so hard for you..."
She was speechless as she watched you move. As you lowered to your knees in front of her. Hands firmly placed on her wonderous thighs. The same ones you've pictured closing on your head. Your tongue darted out at the thought.
Your hands moved up to the waistband of her jeans. Holding her and just admiring her from your angle. "You're such a beauty Melissa. Always quick with your wit. Always making everyone laugh." Your words distracted her from your sneaky hands.
"I bet you have people waiting to be with you."
Fingers undid the button.
"You make me want to do things...unspeakable things."
Slowly unzipping the zipper down.
"Things that would make the devil blush."
You took your time pulling them down. Humming as she lifted her hips for you. "Thank you baby, I appreciate your help." You placed a kiss to her now exposed hips. Feeling a rush at her shaky breath.
Her pants were now long forgotten as you littered her legs with kisses. You tapped at her hips twice, "open," you commanded against her skin. Getting her to do spread her legs without any hesitation. "So good for me already," you hummed. Keeping up the kisses as you got closer to where she wanted, but your kisses passed and you had her leaning down to kiss you desperately.
She was about to slip down to the ground with you, only until you picked her up again. Your hands placed to hold as much of her ass as you could. As her arms wrapped around your neck and hands tangled in your hair as she kept kissing you.
You took this chance, she was beyond distracted and you knew it. You wondered how much she was willing to let you do, and if you could accomplish it all within one night. That's how you ended up with her straddling you in the middle of the bed. Soon laying her down to be under you.
"You're so perfect, Melissa." You cooed as you sat up and stared down at her. Taking in how her head rolled to the side, avoiding looking at you while she blushed. You however, you wanted to see every single facial reaction possible. You gently grabbed her jaw and turned her back to you and she saw your frown. "You don't think the same do you?"
How could she? She's been through so much life and it's taken its toll. She let the thoughts seep in a bit, and the tears snuck up.
"Oh Melissa," you felt for her. In a cruel world where everything you do is always second guessed. The fear that it's wrong weighed on you everyday. You knew what it was like not to feel perfect. But she was to you. And you were destined to show her. Your hand moved to cup her cheek, "you deserve so much. And you Melissa, you are perfect to me. You are human and it's ok to feel, but that should never make you feel anything short of worthy and loved."
A tear slipped into your palm, "you are something special." She got out as she accepted your kiss.
"Mmm, I do my best." You smiled and kissed her once more. Going to her neck soon after and biting down softly at first, getting a gasp, then you did it again. This time harder and more fierce, gaining more of a moan. It switched something in the air again. "You always sound that pretty?" You kissed what exposed collar bone you could.
"Take your clothes off and maybe you'll find out," she was breathing heavily. Eyes wandering over your arms and then the rest of you. "God you're so hot," she whispered. Her hands ghosting over your muscles.
"Gonna make me think you're in it only for the muscles," you joked as you pulled your cami off. Showing off everything you've worked for.
Melissa's mouth ran dry, "they're sexy is all..." she stared at you in silence after that. So much adoration flooded her eyes. She felt almost like she was dreaming.
While she was spaced out and staring, you slipped your hands under her shirt. Grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to you. She gasped, "keep staring at me like that and I'll never cover them up again." You meant it. You couldn't help the on-going desire this woman made you feel.
You dipped back to her neck as your hands played with her chest through her bra. You could feel her staggered breathing and racing heart. It made you insane. This woman made you insane.
"Hun...I need more," she panted while her legs squirmed a bit under you.
You pulled away and pulled her with you. Sitting her up as you almost ripped her shirt off. Leaving her now in nothing but her underwear and bra. You gazed over her, taking in as much of her as you could within the few moments. It wasn't a surprise to you that she was beautiful, it was just a shock that she was even more stunning than what you could even imagine.
"Hun?" Melissa had called out to you. Looking in your eyes for anything that could give her insight to your thoughts.
You let this smile take over. It was wide and full of joy. The corner of your lips hit each ear and a rosy color dusted your cheeks and nose. "My Melli, so pretty. So sexy. So stunning."
She groaned at your words. Eyes quick to look away from you as she blushed. "Y/n...you don't-"
"I do." You had all the seriousness you could muster. Eyes holding nothing but adoration and admiration. "I mean everything I say to you."
Her cheeks were on fire at how loved she suddenly felt. Even if that wasn't what you were trying to imply, she knew you had too much of it to contain in just your being. Even if this was only a short thing she got to share with you, she was willing to take the heartbreak that would follow.
You on the other hand, you were bout to be dedicated to this woman for the rest of your life and you set that as a life goal. You couldn't stand to believe you had thought she hated you this entire time. The time you wasted just trying to get her to talk to you, when all you had to do was just start the conversation with her. Seriously, how blind could you be?
She looked back to you now. Eyes glistening in the dim lighting. It made your smile grow and her heart fluttered. "There she is," you couldn't help the excitement that filled your words. You leaned in and captured her lips with yours once more. "You'll be good for me right?"
Her head nodded as all thoughts behind her eyes disappeared. She became lost in the haze. You couldn't help the smile that grew as you held her face now. But your eyes contradicted your sweet tone. They were demanding words from her and she knew it. "Yes. I'll be good." She whispered.
Your smile turned devilish as you dipped down to kissed her neck. "Just relax, baby. Tonight's about you." Your hands pushed her shoulders back down to the mattress. Fingertips moving lightly over her abdomen to the waistband of her panties. You let them slip to hold her waist, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't imagining holding her while pounding into her. How her boobs would bounce and how her thighs would shake. Her moans would float in the air. "God I could ruin you." It fell out your mouth before you really knew it. Your hips rolled forward, hands pulling her to meet you in the movement.
You leaned forward and attached your lips to her neck. Biting at her pulse point and soothing it over with your tongue. You wanted to leave a mark, not telling people she was yours but leaving the signs. And you thought of the teasing you could pull on this woman. It tempted you more just the thought of her getting flustered.
Her low groan caught you first, "don't even think about it." She grabbed a fistful of your hair and carefully tugged.
"I already have," you pecked her pulse once more before dropping to her chest. Now you let yourself go, she would have to cover it all for the week. But the sinful moans she let out made it all worth it. How her chest pushed off the bed and up, you took the chance to unclasp her bra. Almost unnoticeably slipping it off.
She was free from any restraint and the exposure made even her chest flush. Not that you seemed to mind, if anything Melissa swore it made you even more aroused.
You leaned up for only a brief second, eyes sparkling as you took in your mural. Your smile was huge as you were suddenly full of proudness. "Absolutely beautiful." You mumbled loud enough for her to catch it. Peppering her face with kisses, her harden nipples brushing against the fabric of your bras. It pulled an impatient whine from her.
Melissa's hands ran over your back, dragging her nails down once before fiddling with the clasp of your bra. Struggling just a bit as your lips had fallen to work on the other side of her neck. Yet, she made up with how quick it was thrown against the window. Your laugh frustrated her a bit, she'd have to find ways to make you flustered.
That would have to be a thought she came back to, seeing as you were good at distracting her. Your head moving lower and lower on her body. Kissing against her burning skin and over her hips. She etched the image of you kissing her hip bone into her mind forever.
Your fingers hooked into her panties, ready to pull them down but her hips pushed down into the bed. You snapped your eyes up to her breathtaking green ones. "What is it, darling?" You were quick to switch from the lust filled gaze to concern.
"I want to see all of you," she sat up. Her hand held your cheek. "Rumors are you never wear shorts because you skip leg day?"
Your jaw dropped at that idea. You? Skip leg day? You laughed before standing for her to have full view of your body. Smirking at the way she watched you undo your belt with one hand flawlessly. The brown corduroy pants fell from your hips. Silencing the rumor almost instantly.
"I've never skipped leg day," you winked before coming back to the bed. The both of you in nothing but your underwear. "Who started these rumors?" You were standing on your knees and staring down at her. Taking in how precious she seemed in this moment.
Yet, you weren't expecting the smile that danced on her lips. "I did." She confidently confessed, her hand coming onto the back of your thigh. "You've never worn shorts or skirts during the beginning of the year. So I figured it was because your legs didn't match the arms."
You pondered her reasoning, not believing it for a second. You were in jorts almost daily in the beginning of the year. "Mmh, if you wanted my pants off all you had to do was ask." You placed a long kiss to her lips, sinking down to her level.
"It's not that easy," she rolled her eyes at your smartness. A soft grin forming on her lips as you pushed her back down. "You lift with your legs?"
All her answer was, was a wink. "Always." You muttered before lowering to be between her legs again. It might've become your new favorite spot and you've barely spent time there. You littered her thighs with your love.
The tiniest of shake in her legs told you she was ready for more. But part of you wanted her to say it first. Melissa had groaned when she realized what you were doing as well. She tried to avoid it by grabbing a fistful of your hair and directing you to her core, but you didn't budge.
She groaned again as you nipped her plush thighs. "Fuck, I need more hun. I need you to do more."
She felt your smile and it made her even more turned on. You placed a kiss to the waistband before grabbing it with your teeth. Eyes shinning up at her as you pulled them down. Your heart thumped in your ears as the adrenaline began to rush through your veins.
Even though you wanted to dive in and fulfill every fantasy you've had for the last few months, you wanted to savor this. Savor her.
Your lips pressed all over her. Listening as her breathing picked up and her breath would halt when you got close to her clit. Then suddenly she felt your tongue swipe through her folds. Gasping at the sensation.
She didn't realize how much you had worked her up until a minute in she was already fighting against you. Her mind could focus on you and your movements, and only you. Moaning at the feeling of two digits sliding into her. It hasn't felt that good in years.
Your tongue focused on her bundle of nerves while you fingers plunged to their deepest and you began to loose it. Her moans made you move faster, faster, and faster.
Melissa hadn't even realized the third finger till she was right on the edge. The stretch it brought burning through her as her body began to tighten. "Just like that, come all over my face and fingers." You moaned against her.
She couldn't see you as her head rolled back into the pillows. But right as the coils snapped, so did she. Her body instantly sitting off the mattress as she watched herself come on you. Jaw slacked as pants fell out.
You weren't done though. You couldn't get enough of the sweet nectar this woman produced. You wanted it every chance you would get. So much so, you cleaned her within seconds after her first orgasm. So eager to see her face, you had to force yourself off her and kissed her fiercely. Letting her taste herself off your swollen lips.
"You're the sweetest," you groaned into her lips. Dropping by her cheek and planting one delicate kiss. Her pupils were blown and hair tousled on the pillows. "What else do you want?"
The question stunned the already stunned. Green eyes shifted to look like they've never been asked such a question in bed. "What...what else can you do?"
The returned ask was all it took for your lips to curl devilishly. "Anything you can think of." You sparkled in the situation, but Melissa seemed to shine in the moment.
A deeper rush of blood coursed her entire body. Reddening her right before your eyes. Her chest caved in, rising in a sharp inhale. "There's a fantasy.." was all she got out before you instantly knew the rest.
Your head turned to the side and you bit your fist. You'd enjoy nothing more actually. You gave her another kiss (something you might've fallen in love with doing) before humming positively. "I'm going to make you scream." You slipped away. Sock clad feet carrying you to your dresser. "I bet you've never gotten a proper fucking."
Her heart stuttered in her chest. It wasn't what you said, hell she's heard men say that to her for years, but the way you said it.
You weren't asking her, you just knew. You knew she'd never been touched properly. Never been cared for. Never been able to just lay there and take it. It made you cocky, showing it in the small smile you spoke through. Your muscular back to her, she watched your body flex and relax as you searched for something.
Your head turned to show her half your face, and much to her suspicion, a smirk pulled your lips. "You'll be good for me, yeah? My good girl, Melli?"
Her once dominating eyes shined over with submission. A look she caught in the mirror off to the side. She's seen it before, she faked it majority of her marriage, but this scared her for how raw and true it was this time.
"Don't worry," you fully turned, the deep red strap hanging from your fingers. "I'll take real good car of ya'. Pinky promise."
Melissa didn't speak as you sauntered back over, taunting her as the dildo swung in the air. The closer you got, the more she could register the size. Not only was it rather large, it had quite some girth. "You're rather bold..." She finally met your sparkling eyes and fake frown.
"I put a lot of thought into which strap I bought!" You defended, handing it over for her to feel it out. And you waited till she had fully inspected it before continuing, "I wanted one that would make your eyes pop as I throat fuck you."
The air stilled. Melissa worried you would be able to hear her heart beat in the silence. "...yeah?" she exhaled the single word.
You began grinning, loving the feeling of really knowing what she needed without ever being told. "Absolutely. Why don't you help me in it?"
And she did. Kneeling on the mattress as she pulled the straps tight around your hips. It suited you. It was accurate to how much big dick energy you walked around with.
The moment you were all set, you cupped her warm cheeks. A thumb stroking back and forth. "God I can't wait to hear you." You leaned down to her, giving a slow, way more sensual kiss. "Let's get you situated."
You both shuffle around. Melissa throwing a pillow at your feet before slowly peeling herself from the bed. She gave you a show of her bare body as she sauntered in front of you, using your strong hips as an anchor when she lowered. Her eyes stared through mascara coated lashes. Her lips kissed the silicon tip. It was your turn to let your breathing stutter.
Here is when you realized that every nasty thought you had with this woman was possible. That she had her own as well that she'd use you for. The idea of being used by her made your mind glitch. "You're gonna be the death of me..." a strong hand ran through the fiery waves and grabbed a fistful.
Your hips slowly rolled forward as you held her head still. Starting only so much before the pace began to pick up. Hitting further and further till finally hitting its deepest venture. Stilling to the soft gagging, your lip was caught between your teeth. Her eyes were absolutely beautiful.
As you watched the tears prick her eyes and threaten to spill, you set a steady pace. In....out....in...out...in..out. In. Out. Her nose hit your torso each time. Her hands held your muscular thighs as you moved. Tears had finally rolled past her temples.
Your heart squeezed. Even as you knew they were tears of pleasure, seeing the green eyes water made your grip in her hair loosened. Your free hand came up to wipe away the crystal of pain and pleasure.
Melissa shuddered. Through the brutal pace of your hips, you still cared. That if this was just a one time thing, you wouldn't have done such an intimate act. That if this was a one time thing the darkness in your eyes wouldn't be shadowing the endless adoration.
She gazed up at you the entire time. Never once did she let you look away from your own work. But as much as she enjoyed the roughness delivered to her throat, she was relieved when you slowed and pulled back.
No words were exchanged as you crouched to her level and scooped her into your muscular arms, firm hands holding her ass.
Melissa felt her heart skip a beat. She's always been aware of her size, that she wasn't young and thin anymore. But she worked her curves in ways that makes a gazillion dollars look bad. And here you were, holding her in your arms and kissing her like she was absolutely weightless. All cause you worked to be able to hold her.
She felt dazed by her own thoughts, missing how you situated you both on the bed. A pillow under her hips as her thighs rested atop of yours, bending at the knee only slightly to ease the stretch.
You hovered around her for a moment. "You'll tell me if it's too much?" You whispered into the air, like a quiet prayer only meant for a goddess to hear.
Melissa was the one to kiss you, "promise." She confirmed.
And sigh! She had expected you to take it slow. To ease into such a large size, but you had worked her up so much that the appendage slide in without a fight. Mellisa gasped at the stretch however.
Your lips attached to her neck, lightly littering kisses. You gave her a few seconds to relax again in your hands before your hips rolled again. Greedy hands roamed her body and held her comfortably in place.
The dragging of the veiny details scrapped against her walls in the most delightful way. Soft sighs fell continuously from her lips. A delicate person you were on top of her. "I could stay here forever...wrapped in your very being."
Your hips drive faster and faster into her aching core. Her sighs were moans and your grip was tightening. Nails dug into plush thighs.
Right when you could tell she was getting there, your thumb found her bundle of nerves and ran tight circles over and over. "F..fuck! Just like that!" She finally found her voice and it was hoarse. Strained and fighting its way out. "So big..."
Your lips curled, "oh my sweet girl. Taking me all so well. Bet you've never had anyone handle you like this." And just as your words ends, you had lifted her back into your lap, pounding up into their now.
Melissa didn't have to do much work, you made sure of it. All she got to do was enjoy the brutal truth of how well you fucked. "Please..please..."
A low chuckle came out first. "Go on princess, let it all wash over you." You cooed.
You knew how to wrap your words around Melissa without fail. And once they held her all nice and snug, she snapped. Crying out your name as her head fell backwards before rolling forward to your shoulder. Her hot pants hit your collarbones. You held her in your arms and panted with her.
Neither of you really moved for a while. The woman had shifted slightly closer into you, but that was it. You had wondered if she fell asleep, but when you went to even check she just hummed instead. A silent plea not to move.
"Are you ok, sweetheart?" You spoke so carefully into her untamed mane. She gave you another soft hum, causing you to lightly chuckle. "Imma lift you off now ok?"
And surely, you had eased her off of you and onto the mattress. Giving yourself a second to discard the strap and start the tub in the bathroom. You moved around like you had done this a million times before, and to Melissa she assumed you had. With skills like that...she couldn't help but wonder.
Suddenly she was aware of her behavior tonight. Regardless of being insanely sore, she sat up, wrapping herself in the blanket. She felt a little confused on everything. Despite everything you said and everything you did without doing and saying, she still had her doubts. You were young, still had chances out there for you. You deserved to go get what she never did.
She was deep in her thoughts, really deep. She didn't notice you standing right there in front of her analyzing the way her face contorted.
"Melissa, honey." You quietly demanded her attention. That caring glint in the back of your eyes was now at the front. Bearing it all to her as you crawled closer. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"
"This is gonna change a lot...like a lot a lot." She mumbled, it came out lost, like there was no end in sight lost.
"How much do you want it to change?" You raised.
"I want to know if I let it, that I won't regret it so soon. I'm in my fifties, you're just getting into your thirties...there's more for you than me..." Green eyes sparkled with guilt.
Your brows furrowed in great confusion now. "I mean...not really? I don't want kids, prefer a cat or something. And as for people my age, they're all just other adults. None of which I am attracted to as I am absolute smitten by you Melissa Schemmenti. I told you it before and I will tell you after. I've only wanted you. So what nonsense are you trying to pull?"
She tried not to laugh, pursing her lips and bitting the inside of her cheek. "Will you be serious about this?"
"I am!" You cried before scooping her body up into your arms (still as smoothly as you did the first time). "Oh Melissa what do I have to do to prove to you!" You smothered her face with kisses. Carrying her into the bathroom as well to see the bubble bath you drew up for her. The steam for how hot the water must be seeping through the suds. "I drew you a bath!" You cheesed in a British accent.
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That morning, you both did your classes online from different parts of your house. Melissa got to choose your office, while you took the living room.
"Ms. Schemmenti?"
"Yes, April?" The red head beamed into the camera, peering over her glasses slightly.
"Why are you in Ms. y/l/n's home?" She asked so suddenly.
"Yeah, my brother is in her class, they were in that room last time we did online!" Javier chirped up as well.
And that's when the redhead remembered she doesn't know what grade you teach. She assumed based on how colorful you dressed, it was younger, kindergarten even. Yet when she had finally dismissed her kids for lunch and recess, she came to see you still on a call.
A deep conversation on some history lesson could be heard from a collection of your students. You had glanced up briefly to Melissa and flashed her a smile, cheeks warming only slightly.
"Oooh, Ms. y/l/n! Who got you smiling like thaaaat!!" Tanesha cut through the class discussion. Soon everyone had their camera's on and were looking at you for an answer.
You could only Sutter over your own laughter. "That's what it takes to get your camera's all on?" You dodged the question.
Only, your secret was foiled the moment Javier ran into his older sister's room. Jumping right into the camera. "Ms. y/l/n! Did you know Ms. Schemmenti is in your office?!" He sounded shocked.
But not as shocked as your class did when they easily put things together. Your cheeks were burning up as you could only beam at the woman standing just behind your computer.
Your head shook, "alright! alright! I confess! She is at my house but that's because her car broke down and the storm hit before we could make it to her house. But that is all that it is, you little dweebs. Now! Go! Be free from this history lecture!" You dismissed.
For a moment, the briefest moment, you thought you were fine. That the kids would all dismiss the idea in record time. But in an even more astonishing record time, Jacob texted the group chat.
So Melissa and y/n are a thing. Didn't know we did secrets!
"Well that didn't take very long." You laughed.
You jumped from your spot and rushed over to the second grade teacher. Scooping her up and peppering kisses all over her face. "Oh I could so get used to carrying you!" You radiated your joy like no one else.
"Me too, hun." She smirked, this time being the one to lean down and give you a slower kiss. It stole your breath and left you in awe. Cheeks tinted with redness. "Oh I can't wait to learn you."
~
The next time everyone sees the two of you it's in the teachers lounge. Giggling by the coffee machine together as everyone watched you make both drinks and she stood next to you and stared with a very pleased smile. She got you to wear a fitted long sleeve for the day, and boy did she enjoy how good your arms looked.
— WRITE ALL THE TIME. POST, OCCASIONALLY. || YELLOWJACKETS MASTERLIST.
A/N: I never found a good place for any of these works so i decided to put them together into this one masterlist. They’ve been sitting way too long in my drafts. Will be updated slowly. Inspired by Kiss All The Time. Disco Occasionally.
WARNINGS: Works might contain: NSFW content, alcohol, drug usage. MDNI.
INCLUDES: SHAUNA. NATALIE. JACKIE. LOTTIE. VAN. TAISSA. MELISSA. MARI.
1. APERTURE — PROFESSOR!JACKETS X READER.
2. AMERICAN GIRLS — POPSTARS!JACKETS X READER.
3. READY, STEADY, GO! — STREAMER/GAMER!JACKETS X READER.
4. ARE YOU LISTENING YET? — APOCALYPSE AU. SHAUNA SHIPMAN X READER.
5. TASTE BACK — EX!SHAUNA SHIPMAN X READER.
6. THE WAITING GAME — SHAUNA SHIPMAN X JACKIE’S LITTLE SISTER!READER.
7. SEASON 2 WEIGHT LOSS — TMASC!JACKETS X READER.
8. COMING UP ROSES — MARRIED TO YELLOWJACKETS AU.
9. POP — FRATBOY!LOTTIE MATTHEWS X READER. FAKE MARRIAGE AU.
10. DANCE NO MORE — [FILE NOT FOUND YET]
11. PAINT BY NUMBERS — POST CRASH. MEETING SHAUNA IN HOSPITAL.
[In the morning, Starlight Wonderland. Y/N chuckles but then sighs in relief, being next to Melissa]
M!Reader : Haaaa.. you know, it's really refreshing that I get to see this side of you more—
Melissa : WOAH–! rude much?
M!Reader : N-Not that I'm saying you don't, Wolfie! It's just that you always had to... Stay professional. You only show this side of you to me when things are getting good and the whole... Situation with Aaron, trying to get him to break up with Aphmau...
[Melissa frowns, but returns back smiling, understanding why he thinks that]
Melissa : Chuckles, I get it–
M!Reader : And man when I texted Aaron about what happened between him and Aphmau after I heard they got back together–DAMN I was so ready to break up with you!
[....Melissa stares at Y/N with a deadpan expression, already understanding what he means]
Melissa : Okay I get it–
M!Reader : Like, my Irene, getting fake photos of Aphmau CHEATING on him? If he hadn't texted that you let him go to Aphmau after Mrs. Lycan got caught, I would've without a doubt–
Melissa : Okay okay–hold on! Yes, that part I completely understand, but at least you can't say the same thing when I'm showing my business side
M!Reader : ...When Aphmau opens up her café—
———
[In the Kawaii~Treat Maid~Sweet Café, Aaron walks up to a table where Y/N and Melissa are sitting. Aaron turns his direction to Melissa]
Aaron : I'm so sorry for the wait ma'am, sir. I'm Aaron and I'll be your... Melissa?
Melissa : Well hello brother...
[Aaron grunts from seeing her]
Melissa : Those cat ears look ridiculous on you...
M!Reader : Don't know, I like the gimmick of this place!
Aaron : Y/N? What are you also doing here–
M!Reader : Tagging along! Also, I really wanna know what kind of place you and Aphmau opened up! Melissa was sent by Mr and Mrs Lycan to check up on you and she invited me to come along!
Melissa : Never in a million years I expected to see you do this kind of work...
Aaron : Well... we all have to start somewhere
Melissa : Yes, but you're a grown man Aaron...
[Y/N whispers quietly to Aaron without Melissa noticing]
M!Reader : She's saying that as if I wouldn't pull off those ears and suit...
———
M!Reader : The tension was... Thick...
Melissa : WHAT–that—that was just–i—
[Melissa speaks flabbergasted but can't say that he's wrong...]
Melissa : Well other than that—
M!Reader : When we picked up Aphmau for "The Diamond Chef" competition you legitimately asked her if she wanted kids with him...
Melissa : ...In a way that's a–
M!Reader : No, that is not a normal question to ask a boyfriend and girlfriend who moved in together...
Melissa : Sighs, well I know when I'm cornered...
[Y/N laughs, smiling at each other's company. Y/N slowly reach a hand to her head and starts petting]
M!Reader : I'm just... Glad, that we can be like this...
Melissa : Chuckles, you really had a problem when I'm on my business identity?
M!Reader : Oh no, not at all. Your business side is absolutely fine, hot even–
Melissa : Wait what–
M!Reader : Hush now. But now that I get to see you're werewolf nature so frequently now? Oh yeah, I one hundred percent prefer this side of you!
Melissa : ....
[Melissa's tail starts wagging right and left repeatedly. Y/N snickers]
M!Reader : ...Oh my Irene you really weren't lying about the whole petting thing with werewolves–
Melissa : OOKAYY PRINCE CHARMING, DON'T FORGET WHY WE'RE HERE!
M!Reader : Ah, right!
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[It turns out, both of them... Have been hiding behind the bushes–Apparently, they both(Melissa)have been... How do you say–"Examining" Aaron and Aphmau going on a date this entire time]
[Both of them peek from the bushes. They see Aphmau and Aaron at the ice cream stand, ordering ice cream while holding hands. Melissa stares at the sight with absolute sparkles in her eyes]
[Melissa at the very front while Y/N is slightly behind her]
Melissa : Oh my Irene–I can just see it, Aphmau is gonna drop her ice cream and Aaron is gonna swoop in, sharing ice cream with each other✨
M!Reader : Yeahhh that's greaaat...
[Y/N secretly texting, using his phone near his waist so that Melissa won't see]
Y/N: We're hiding in the bushes right behind you two this time...
[Aaron gets a notification, he groans and sees that it is from Y/N. He groans knowing that the text means Y/N is alerting that Melissa found him and Aph again]
[He takes out he's phone and yep... It's the alert...]
Aaron: HOW??! I could've sworn Melissa barely recognised this area!
Y/N: She is one Aarmau tracker... Try going into those balloon sellers in the west side! There's maybe a chance you'll lose her there, but you must go fast
Aaron: Thank you, Y/N. please, try to keep her busy...
I asked my wife for fic idea’s and she gave me two. This is the first!
All of my Gratitude
Melissa Schemmenti x reader
Warnings: very little plot, eating out (Melissa receiving), fingering (Melissa receiving), established relationship, sorry for any misspelling or missed warnings!
Summary: It your first teacher parent conference and everything that could go wrong all day has! Thankfully for you, your neighbor teacher, also your girlfriend, is there to help you at every mishap. I mean the only thing you can do to repay her is to give her ANYTHING she wants. Of course!
“Oh you stupid f- please not again!” I huffed, throwing a mini silent tantrum in the printer room. I kicked the printer with the toe of my heel not even expecting it to work but just as an extra fuck you.
“Toots beating the machine up isn’t going to get you your papers.” Melissa’s voice startled me as she appeared in the doorway smirking.
“I know! I’m not trying to help, I’m trying to hurt.” I huffed again.
“Aww but thats my job.” She teased brushing past me and messing with the printer.
I was still staring at the empty doorway in shock. Both at her quickness with that and you boldness to say it at work.
“There you go!” Her words were punctuated by the sound of my papers continuing to print.
“Oh thank heavens! Thank you!” I exhaled in relief offering her a peck on the cheek.
“Well if thats my reward I hope the printer blocks up again.” She smirked before walking out.
- - - -
All day everything went wrong left and right.
First the printer.
Then the lost parent files.
No coffee in the machine.
Leaking bottle in lunch box, which ruined my entire meal.
It was never ending one after another. But just as fast as a new thing went wrong Melissa was there to fix it.
Unblocked the printer.
Sent me the folder with an extra copy of my files she kept on her computer just in case.
Fresh coffee from the eco friendly local café on the corner.
Lunch on her.
On any other day she was my goddess but today she felt like a god send.
By the time parent teacher conference were winding down I was growing very ready to be home with her. I had one more parent and then it was home. And gods above was the worst saved for last.
“Mrs.Criller! So lovely to see you again! I hope you had a lovely day!” I stood up from my seat smiling arm extended to shake hers.
“Wish I could say the same, but after a long day of work I’d much rather be home trying to relax.” She ignored my hand and sat down. Embarrassed I did the same.
I’d only had the joys of communicating with Mrs.Criller through email, meeting her one other time,only, during the children’s orientation. Her son Hudson was such a sweet boy when he didn’t feel the need to lash out. He loved to be the center of attention, both good and bad, which was not only disruptive but riled the other children up. When he got angry he’d throw his chair or anything he could lift within reach and would curse like a sailor calling everyone all sorts of names. No matter what the email says, I’ll get a reply from her two days later claiming its ‘my job’ to deal with it.
“Hudson is a very bright boy! He tends to be drawn towards arts and crafts whenever he’s given a chance during free play! As we’ve talked before in previous emails, he does at times have behavioral problems at least once a day. Some days he’s easier to redirect and bring back to what we are doing. Others he’s unable to work through whatever he’s feeling and has to be seperated from the class-”
“So you’re still removing my son from the classroom when I’ve explicitly told you not to? Is his education not as important as the the other children’s?”
“Mrs.Criller that is not at all what I’m saying. When Hudson comes back to the classroom I always make time to do some one-on-one time with him to go over the material he missed. What I’m trying to say is, after multiple conversations with you we still have no better plan to go forward with helping Hudson.”
“How about you help him by doing your fucking job.” She hissed.
“Now Mrs.Criller you know how Ava feels about parents cursing in front of other children.” Melissa’s voice rang behind my shoulder and though I couldn’t see her I knew what look she was sending her now, eyes brows raised in a warning.
“Melissa this has nothing to do with you, until Hudson is in your class that is.”
“See but I find the need to make it my business when you continue to beat a dead horse. You see other teachers here along with me know what goes on with your son. Whether it’s stemming from the lack of attention from his father since he’s never home, or from his mother who’s always drunk or high, who knows. What we do know is that were all one step away from getting DHHS or CPS back on the phone again. Unless you’d like to go through the battle of attempting to prove your a good person I recommend actually working on it!” Her voice never sounded rude, if anything she sounded excited. “Now we will see you in three months at the next conference and hopefully we’ll all only have good things to say!”
With that Mrs.Criller huffed snatching her bag from the ground and storming off.
“Thank you! I mean you really didn’t have to but thank you!”I sighed letting my head fall on the table before I sat up and started packing my things.
- - - -
The ride home was uneventful but the minute we stepped inside I was all over Melissa. Leaving hot kisses and nips down her neck.
“Well I was going to ask if you were hungry but I think I’m getting my answer.” She laughed.
“Can’t help it.” I said in between kisses. “You were like a knight in shinning armor all day and now were home alone and you look so good.” She cut me off with a searing kiss.
Her hands reached for my shirt but I stopped her.
“You helped me all day. Let me help you now.” I smiled innocently before sinking to my knees earning a groan from her.
I unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her thighs. She kicked them off and I let her panties follow.
I didn’t waste any time before diving in, her hand wrapping in my hair pulling me closer.
I alternated between licking and sucking as she ground against my face.
“Fuck! That’s it right there!” She groaned using my face.
I added two fingers and her grip on my heart tightened. I groaned at the pleasurable pain and that made her his buck as she came.
I looked up at her happily as I cleaned her up before she hauled me up and into the living room across the couch.
“Melissa I’m suppose to be replaying you.” I giggled.
“You’re going to.” She husked before my pants were being tugged down.
note: not milfman actually writing something. trust that i'm just as shocked as you.
Thinking about pre-crash Melissa having the biggest unobtainable (in her mind) crush on you. Running in a slightly different crowd than she did, so she never had the chance to talk to you outside of practice.
She liked to watch you at practice or at parties when you weren't looking. Something about how you acted when you weren't putting on a show for anyone else was just so enticing to her.
She caught herself staring for a moment too long once, and you finally noticed. Melissa wanted to die on the spot when the only thing she thought to do was wave awkwardly back at you. Gen made fun of her for weeks afterward, but you never brought it up to her.
Melissa had grown used to watching you without being seen, and she wasn't expecting the wilderness to be any different. It was a lot harder to watch you discreetly without being noticed out here, which quickly drew your attention.
It was a little creepy the first few times you saw her lurking just outside your vision, hovering near a tree she clearly believes is hiding her from view. It was so cartoonishly stupid it took almost everything in you not to laugh at her for it.
You took an embarrassingly long time to put together why exactly she was staring at you all the time, but once you realized, you couldn't un-know it. In your defense, stalking isn't exactly recognized as an expression of affection.
Melissa doesn't need much encouragement to approach you for the first time. All it takes is a few smiles when you catch her eye and a laugh at one of her dumb jokes and she's all in.
She walks up on you when you're all alone, off in the woods foraging for one thing or another. You think Melissa must not realize quite how creepy that looks, but she's so visibly nervous as she fiddles with her hat that you can't hold it against her. She fumbles over her words so bad it's not even funny, but she got the kiss she was hoping for, so it hardly keeps her up at night.
Queen of U-hauling. If you had asked her to move into your hut following that first kiss, she would have. It's that serious. She's walking back to camp after trying to figure out whose last name sounds better in her head. Nearly trips over a branch.
Insists that she has to be the one to plan your first date because she asked you out. There was never any actual mention of a date, but you don't have the heart to burst her bubble like that. Most of what she comes up with is just doing your normal chores together and holding hands. It's not like she has a lot of options.
The most awkward, maybe sort of girlfriend ever. She's so new to actually having her affection returned that the boundaries of it all are beyond her.
She's not great with words most of the time. It's so much easier for her to show affection through actions. Sneaking you the biggest piece of meat when Shauna isn't looking. Making you something useful. Always sticking up for you in an argument even if you're the clear problem. Immediately your ride or die.
She tries whatever the 90’s version of “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” is once when you're half asleep and blushes to the tips of her ears when you sleepily ask her to repeat herself. Won't repeat it no matter how many times you ask her what she said. That's the last time she listens to something Mari says.
So jealous whenever she catches you getting closer to one of the other girls. Sticks so close to your side that she might as well be glued to it as she skips after you on your way to do chores.
Absolutely delighted any time you show the slightest amount of jealousy about her. She can hardly believe it the first time it happens, but it makes her fucking month. Melissa's never been the type to get a ton of attention from anyone besides Gen, so she's over the moon whenever she catches you watching her closely when she interacts with one of the other girls.
Melissa joking about how her lease is coming up soon and how you should probably share your hut to save on rent (she's completely serious).
Lives to share clothes with you. Your clothes are so spread out between the other girls that it doesn't really matter this far in, but Melissa makes a point to steal the ones she remembers being yours whenever she's on laundry duty.
Melissa tries to do any of the hard or annoying chores whenever you get assigned them, no matter how much you argue about it. She just wants to do things for you all the time.
Almost exclusively refers to you as her girlfriend. She loves that word: girlfriend. What a perfect word. Shauna threatens to cut her if she mentions that she's dating you for the fourth time in one conversation, but Melissa hardly notices.
All of her friends are sick to death of hearing about you. If she's not with you, she's talking about you. It's starting to become a problem for them.
Melissa dressing up in her nicest green shorts paired with a sweater vest and her pink hat to take you out (eating berries by the lake).
