#melissa schemmenti smut

[vampiresbloodx]

pairings: Melissa schemmenti x reader

warnings(18+ ONLY): smut, dom!Melissa, sub!r, vaginal fingering, teasing, rough s/x.

Melissa schemmenti likes it when she fucks you rough.

She loves the way you clench around her fingers, after the two of you have been sleeping around more together, Melissa has really gotten into seeing how long you'd last, how quick you are to obey her, how much you squirm under her touch and gaze, just anything turns her on more than anything.

It doesn't help when you both work together at the same school, where your co-workers are already suspicious of you, and just how good you look knowing damn well you choose specific clothes to tease her that sets her off. And she wants nothing more than to take you in the storage closet and ruin you.

[pinkthrone445]

-Let it burn to the ground- Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:fluf, soft, love

Warnings:Mention about past trauma, fires, boring but useful explanation of CPR

Summary:Melissa lets the fire of love consume her when she meets the new chief of the fire station.

After the amazing night of sex, you both have to deal with the consequences.

Mel ate breakfast in silence, glancing from time to time at her cell phone to see if you responded to her good morning message, but no notification came, you didn't even had opened her message, what made the redhead sigh sad

-"Soooo..."-Her housemate couldn't stand the silence any longer and started talking-"Last night was that good or did you scream like a wild animal on purpose to boost the chief's ego and interrupt my beauty sleep?"- Jacob asked as he ate his cereal, staring at her

-"My body hurts in parts that I didn't even knew existed, so yeah, she was that good" - The redhead replied without much emotion in her voice

-"So why do you look so sad?" - He asked, confused, and Mel sighed again

-"Because she left without saying goodbye... And now she doesn't even read my messages..."- She murmured sadly. Mel wasn't a self-doubting person, she was usually very confident in who she was and how she looked. But she couldn't help but wonder what had made you leave just like that, maybe you hadn't liked her body, she usually turned off the lights, but last night she was so desperate that she completely forgot about it. Or maybe you didn't like that the night focused only on her pleasure and not on you too... Maybe you'd reconsidered that she'd been with one of your subordinates in that same bed and you didn't like it...

-"Maybe she had an emergency at work and had to run away, she's the chief after all, her day off only lasted until 12 o'clock yesterday, if she was called after that time for an emergency, she would have had to run to help..."-Her friend commented and Mel nodded thinking about that possibility, it was something that could have definitely happened, which calmed her down a bit.

But two more days passed without you giving any signs, your son continued to go to school, but in none of those days that had passed had you gone to take him to school or pick him up. She even saw that your son was picked up by one of your sisters who looked a lot like you and the redhead thought about going to talk to her to find out something about you, but she didn't want to look so desperate so she didn't do it.

On the other hand, Jacob was upset to see his housemate so sad, and he wasn't a person who sat idly by when he saw one of his friends in pain, so he decided to do what the redhead would never do, visit you at the station to see what was going on and get answers.

When he arrived at the station he was surprised to see all the firetrucks outside being washed and cleaned so thoroughly he could see his reflection in the red metallic paint

-"Excuse me, hi" - Jacob spoke up to get the attention of the firefighters who were cleaning-"Does anyone know where I can find the station chief?"-He asked with his best smile

-"She is in her office, but I wouldn't recommend you to see her, lately she has been more bitch than usual..."-One of the annoyed firefighters commented-"Be careful, maybe you'll go see her and she'll get you cleaning up too" - He joked making the others laugh and Jacob rolled his eyes going to the entrence desk asking to see you.

You were reading some reports with a very deep frown when Jacob entered your office

-"Excuse me chief..."-Jacob spoke in a soft tone, your angry face did caused him a little fear

-"I told them that nobody could interrupt..."- You began to speak annoyantly, but relaxed your gaze at the sight of the scrawny young man at your door-"Hello Jacob, what are you doing here?" - You consulted and he looked at you confused

-"You know my name? Wow..."-The young man was proud of that for some reason

-"Yes, you are the boyfriend of one of my younger firefighters, besides Melissa told me some really funny anecdotes about you... Can I help you with something? I'm a little bit busy" - You asked seriously looking at your paperwork again

-"He is not, we are not... Did he said something to you?... Nevermind, that's not why I'm here for, I'm here for Melissa..."-Jacob spoke, smiling a little as he saw your interest return to him at the slightest mention of the redhead, you put your papers aside and looked at it with complete attention

-"What happened to Melissa? It she ok?" - Your voice sounded really worried

-"She is not, she is sad because you didn't call her again and you run away in the middle of the night after interrupting my beauty sleep with those screams... Why haven't you call her again?" - He asked with a frown, approaching you more confidently

-"Because I can't..."-You whispered without looking at him

-"WHY!?" - He yelled at you slamming your desk, but his anger and confidence quickly disappeared when you stood up from your desk with a frown and crossing arms facing him, sudently he felt small and had to take a few steps back-"Why ma'am? If you care to tell me, please" - He asked again but softer this time

-"Because I can't do casual, no with her at least... Melissa wants casual sex, no a relationship right now, and I can't do it... Have you seen her? We had this amazing connection, amazing chats, amazing dancing, funny moments and amazing sex and she is amazing... Do you know how often that happens in a first date? Never... Even my first date with my husband was worse and I end up marring him... I can't do casual sex after that, I can't when I feel that kind of connection with her... And if I keep seeing her I won't be able to say no everytime she asks me to come, and that would only destroy me more because I will keep my hopes up even if I know it's a dead end... I got scared of getting hurt okey?"-You sighed a little, embarrassed to admit that out loud while almost a complete stranger listened to you. Jacob, on the other hand, didn't know what excuse for your behavior he was waiting for, but it certainly wasn't that.

-"I... Didn't knew, sorry... But at least you own her an explanation, you can't vanish like that, she is sad and it scares me when she is sad... Please talk to her" - His friend whispered and you sighed

-"I'll talk to her... Later, I need to work right now..."-You whispered going back to your desk and he nodded opening the door

-"Thank you..."-He answered

-"By the way cupid, make a move on your friend, he will say yes, he is always checking his phone at work for your messages, God knows how many times I gave him a warning for being with that phone talking to you at work..."-You whispered without looking at him, but you could feel the way he smiled at your comment when he closed the door.

Hours later, you went to pick up your son from school, arriving a little bit earlier, trying to see Mel and talk a little before your son finished his classes.

After introducing yourself at the entrance, you made your way to Melissa's classroom to find it empty, confused you walked down the hallway until you heard her familiar tone of voice

-"Fudge! How is possible that he keeps winning?!" - The redhead spoke annoyed, looking at her phone while sitting in the teacher's room. You approached carefully and knocked on the door gently to get her attention, when her gaze fell on your face she raised her eyebrows in surprise, but quickly her face changed to seriousness and she looked back at her phone

-"Hi Melissa..."-You whispered but she didn't even look at you, you sighed and moved a little closer carefully-"How are you?..."-You gave her a little smile

-"Fine"-It was all the answer she gave you

-"Look... I can see you are mad at me and you are in all your right... I'm sorry for not answering your texts this few days" - You whispered and she just shrugged her shoulders

-"I don't care..."-She replied curtly again and you walked closer to her

-"I am really sorry, I didn't wanted to hurt you... I just got scared of how fast everything went and didn't find the strength to answer..."-You whispered looking at her-"Do you think I could have another chance? I know you felt our connection too, maybe it's worth another try? I promise not to disappear again" - You muttered and she looked at you over the edge of her glasses

-"I can't, I'm busy, I have a date with someone tonight" - She replied seriously and you sighed, on one hand you were afraid of the anger in her eyes and on the other hand this was exactly what you feared, she didn't want something serious and the fact that she already had another date after 3 days of being with you confirmed it even more

-"Oh, Okey, sorry for bother you"-You whispered walking to the door-"And sorry for ignoring you..."-You left the room heading to the exit to wait for your kid. For some reason the redhead's response had hurt you more than you'd like to admit, though maybe the fact that you ignored her had pushed her to that, you thought maybe you'd get another chance. Maybe you'd have to get used to mediocre dates since no other could match the connection you'd had with her in the first one.

After being lost in thought, your son ran out of school towards you with his small backpack on his back, smiling a lot when he saw that you were the one who went to pick him up

-"Mommy!" - The little one hugged you tight and you hugged him too, needing those hugs more than he knew. When he stepped back a little and saw your face, he frowned-"Why are you crying mom?"-Your son took your face with his little hands and you sighed, you didn't even realize that a tear had escaped your eye

-"It's just that I missed you so much" - You whispered and hugged him again-"Do you want to go for ice cream?" - You asked and he smiled and nodded excitedly.

Another week passed and your station had returned to Abbot to take the CPR trainer test to the teachers who had not been present the past time and again to a few who didn't do it correctly, although you did not want to go, the other firefighters had training exercises and you were one of the few who was free, so you had to attend along with Jacob's "friend", Avi.

Gregory, Melissa, Ava,Janine, Jacob and another teachers had to take it again, so there was no scape of seeing the redhead.

When you arrived, you prepared the room with the practice dummies, placing some on the floor and others on tables. When everything was ready, the teachers came in. Melissa frowned as she walked in and saw you, but you just decided to keep greeting them as if nothing happened.

As the exercises began you leat Avi lead the way and you stood on a corner in silence with a very rigid posture, you could quickly saw why Melissa had failed her previous test, she had terrible posture and her compressions were very weak, Jacob was there because he wanted, Janine was doing it again because she hadn't taken the proper time to do it last time and Ava and Gregory had to do it because they hadn't been certified because they hadn't been present the time before.

-"I want to clarify a couple of things... Since the previous instructor didn't explain everything that was needed... Before we start compressions, you need to check that you don't have anything around that could cause further harm to you or the victim, like fire around or something that could fall on you. Second, you need to check first if the person is conscious, to start CPR, you need to have 3 missing things, no breathing, no movement and no response on someone, at that point you need to ask someone to call 911 while you start the compressions, if there is no one around, you call it first and then start the compression. The person has to be on a hard and flat surface, we are going to find the center of the chest, place one hand on top of the other and interlace the fingers, pressing mostly with our palm. We bend over the victim, our elbows locked and arms straight. They have to be at least 2 inches deep and at least 100 times per minute, it's more than one per second so they have to be fast and consistent"-As you explained each step, you only looked your eyes at the doll or the others avoiding the redhead, even though you knew her gaze was fixed on you-"Every 30 compressions, keep count, give 2 breaths to the victim... If you start to get tired, it is preferable to have someone else continue the compressions for you while you rest, because if you are tired your compressions will not be as deep as they were at the beginning nor will they be very effective... Here at school they have masks to give mouth-to-mouth breathing, they cover the nose and the mouth and they are only one way air pass, it is preferable that you use them as this way we avoid contaminating ourselves with viruses, budy fluids or contagious deseases. If we don't have a breathing shield to do it and we are not sure if we should touch the other person's mouth, remember that CPR without mouth to mouth interaction is also effective and can provide the effect that we need in a safer way. Now! Pay attention, it's different for children till the age of 15 depending how big they are. You still have to control the same thing as at the beginning, check if they breathe, move or have reactions. Check that the environment is safe and call the 911. But when we start compressions, you will do it with one hand only, no both because children chest are more fragile and we can broke a bone... After 30 compressions, you breath twice on their mouth using the face shield or breathing mask and then keep with the compressions until the ambulance arrives... Any questions?"-You finished your explanation and asked as everyone shook their heads-"Okey, then, if everyone payed attention, dived yourself into couples and start your compressions, if everything goes as we instructed, you will have your certificate at the end of the class"-You commented and watched as everyone worked.

Melissa was annoyed with the lack of attention you were paying to her, but it started to bother her more when her name started coming out of your mouth non stop

-"Melissa you didn't check your surroundings" "Melissa you need do deeper compressions" "Melissa arms straight" "Melissa, faster" "Melissa use the face shield" "Melissa, Melissa, Melissa" - she was tired of hearing you complain about her all the time, even tho in reality you were checking everyone's movements.

The redhead put the doll aside and stood in front of you with her arms crossed and her brow furrowed

-"Can we talk in the next room?"-She asked and you looked at her with a frown too

-"Avi, keep checking them, I'll be back in a minute" - You commented by following the redhead to another classroom

-"What was all of that?! You were being a bitch to me!" - The redhead whispered/screamed

-"I just was correcting what was needed to be corrected, it's my job, you need to do the things right to get your certificate" - You muttered authoritatively and she scoffed

-"Admit it you were only trying to make me embarrassed! You are only mad at me because I didn't accept another date after you vanish for three days!" - The redhead tapped your shoulder trying to push you but she didn't move you an inch, on the contrary, you got closer to her coming face to face

-"I'm not mad at you for that! I'm mad at myself because I run away because it scared me how casual everything is with you!" - You replied with a frown

-"I didn't wanted casual with you! I wanted a million more dates! You think I didn't felt that connection with you?!" - Melissa commented annoyed

-"Then why you went out dating again so soon?" - This time your tone of voice was calmer and softer, but little hurt

-"I didn't had a date, I just wanted you to feel hurt like I felt..."-she confessed and you sighed

-"I hate you" - You whispered laughing softly - "I hate that that worked" - You confessed and she smiled arrogantly

-"I hate you too" - She said and tried to give you a little peck, but you grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to you kissing her deeper, grabbing her jacket with force and making her moan a little bit when you pull apart biting softly her lip- Can we have another date tomorrow?" - She whispered over your lips

-"Chris has a football game and I promise to be there" - You whispered and she signed-"But you are invited if you want... He will be happy to have more people cheering him" - You commented and she smiled

-"I will love it..."-she answered and walked away toward the door

-"The kiss doesn't mean that you don't need to be better at the test, if you don't improve I won't give you the certificate" - You confessed and she rolled her eyes

-"I hate you!" - She replied and you laughed walking behind her.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

52,54,32, and 37 on the prompt list with melissa schemmenti pls😩🙏🏼

Mommy Knows Best ~Dark!Mommy!Melissa Schemmenti xFem CollegeStudent!Reader

Summary— Reader has been best friends with Melissa’s daughter, Abigail Schemmenti, and she has always butted head with Melissa… One fateful holiday break changes it all. Anon Response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for the request! Absolutely. This went a little dark, but also a good amount of smut. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

#54. “You can call me Mommy/Daddy if you want too…”

#32. Enemies to lovers troupe

#37. Best Friend’s Mom Troupe

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, heavy smut, dark fic, fingering, strap-on riding, age gap (all legal), enemies to lovers, best friends mom, degradation, praise, smutty smut, mommy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, overstimulation kink, teasing, taunting, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Hey An’ you gonna keep that door open, right Abigail??” Your best friend’s mother shouted from the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes lightly at Melissa’s, as she insisted you call her, comment, as Abi, your bff, yelled back at her mother.

“Ughhhh Mooooooom, I’m not in high school anymore!!” Abigail yelled from her bedroom on the ground floor, “And I’m not even gay!!!”

“Doesn’t matta’!!! I am your mother, Abigail Ruth Schemmenti, and you will leave that door open!!” Melissa’s thick accent boomed through the house.

Now it was Abigail’s turn to roll her eyes, as you looked at her in apology for what she had to deal with.

“Fineeeee!!” Your best friend shrieked back, leaving the door to her bedroom ajar, before turning her attention back to you.

“It’s not like I would do anything anyway…” you grumbled in annoyance, from the edge of Abi’s childhood bed, “I don’t like you like that…”

Abigail came to sit on the edge next to, leaving against the headboard as she rolled her eyes once more.

“I know, my mom, she’s just… ughhhhh!!” Abigail groaned, squeezing her fists together dramatically in the air.

“Yea…” you chuckled, “At least you don’t have to see her much anymore… well except holidays and breaks…” you comforted her.

Abigail sighed.

“That’s true… Anyways, to you…” she said, quickly changing the topic to something more upbeat and less tension filled,

“You still banging that hot redhead…?” Abigail said in a low tone, while wiggling her eyebrows.

You looked away in awkwardness, clearly not wanting to discuss that subject. You and Abi had been friends since middle school, so she knew your cues. And Abigail immediately understood that she had touched upon a sore subject.

“No, it’s fine… It just… didn’t work out…” you muttered.

“Hey, it’s okay…” Abi comforted you, coming forward to grab your left hand on the bed, but you pulled away, so she retracted, leaning back against the headboard.

You finally looked over to your bff after a moment in sadness and embarrassment.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be. You’re my best friend. When you’re ready to talk about it, I know you will…” She reassured you.

You gulped and then nodded. Abigail then met your gaze with a mischievous smirk, before proceeding to throw a pillow at you. The fluffy square hit you right in the face, making you yelp and look at your bff in mock shock.

“Hey!!” You exclaimed, then throwing it back, but missing terribly.

Abigail was laughing, and soon you were as well. Her laugh was always so infectious. Your best friend always knew how to make you feel better. After you had both caught your breath, you spoke,

“So, how’s college for you?” You asked.

While you she chosen to stay in Phili for college, Abigail had gone to Chicago. It was the ultimate betrayal against her mother, and you knew that Abigail needed an out. You always looked forward to holidays and breaks, because that meant that you would get to see your best friend again.

“Don’t tell my mom… but it’s so freakin’ nice…” Abigail sighed with a little giggle, leaning in close so that only you would catch her confession, “And… I met a guy…”

Your eyes widened and you smiled wide. Your eyes lit up, you were truly excited for your best friend. You smacked your best friend’s foot playfully.

“Alright!! Let’s go, Abi!!!” You exclaimed in a low whisper.

Abigail went a little red and giggled even more. She was about to delve into more detail about this new mystery man, before Melissa came into the doorway of Abigail’s room.

“Abigail, Momma needs some mozz and a couple other things for her lasagna tonight… Run to the Italian bistro that Uncle Joe runs and pick some up fresh for me?” Melissa spoke leaning against the doorframe, asking it like a question, when it really was an order.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Abigail couldn’t say no to her mother, especially in person. Abigail immediately agreed, and Melissa was quick to flash a fake smile and hand her daughter a list of a dozen things that would take Abi at least and an hour and a half to acquire.

“I’ll go with…” you mumbled, as Abigail got ready to leave.

Standing up and grabbing your coat from the nearby chair, you went to walk past Melissa and follow Abigail, but Melissa grabbed your arm, halting you in place.

“Stay.” She purred, flashing another one of those sickening smiles.

Your stomache flipped upside down, and your eyes widened. Abigail was at the other end of the hall, towards the living room, grabbing her keys and turning back towards you.

“You coming?” Your best friend asked.

You gulped, looking from your bff to Melissa, then back to Abigail.

“I… Actually I think I’ll stay… Help M-Melissa with all the cooking…” you stammered.

Abigail looked at your quizzically, but Melissa was swift to turn on her heels, now facing her daughter.

“No worries right, you can handle it alone, can’t you Abigail…?” Melissa cooed, batting her eyelashes at her impressionable daughter.

Abigail stammered a yes before promptly leaving out the front door. You gulped and just stood there, a little awkward. Melissa after a second then turned back to you.

“Why don’t you help me in the kitchen, hmmm babe…?” Melissa cooed sweetly.

Shivers went through your spine and the lump in your throat became apparent at the pet name, and you just stared at the woman, frozen in the moment. Then linking her arm in yours, Melissa guided you to kitchen before you could even respond.

She let you go at the kitchen island, leaving you there as her hips swayed to the liquor cabinet. She reached up and opened the cabinet, then twisted her gaze to you, a certain glimmer in her eye.

“You drink, ‘Hun…?” Melissa coyly asked, “I assume you do by the way my liquor cabinet was always raided, and Abi is such a good girl, she would never drink unless influenced by someone like you…”

Your mouth stood open as you stood frozen once more at the kitchen island counter. Melissa chuckled, pulling you back into reality and registering the dig that your best friend’s mom had just made to you. You gritted your teeth and stared daggers into the woman as her back was turned to as while she got two classes and some red wine.

She came to the other side of the counter, popping the wine cork and beginning to pour two glasses. Your heart was racing and you were fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“I only drink on occasion…” you grumbled, answering Melissa’s question, “And you’d be surprised at what Abi does…”

Melissa flashed you a wicked smile and cocked her eyebrow, handing you the glass filled with the alcohol. You immediately took a sip or three to try and calm your nerves.

“Oh is that so…?” She hummed, coming around the island, wine glass in hand, and linking her free arm in yours once more,

“Why don’t you tell me all about that, and maybe I won’t bust you for being a minor consuming alcohol…” Melissa teased, as she guided you into the living room.

“S-she’s my best friend… I’m no snitch…” you breathed out, your heart pounding in your ears.

Melissa chuckled and guided you to the two person love seat in the living room, sitting down next to you, and taking a sip of her own wine. You followed suit, sipping more of the red, liquid courage. It tasted sweet and expensive.

“Touché… I knew there was something about you…” she purred.

Melissa held her glass with her left hand and placed her right on your left, exposed thigh. Your eyes widened and you looked at her hand. Sparks of electricity rushed through your entire body, all ending up in the same place, your throbbing core. You gulped, turning you attention to your glass and taking some more sips of alcohol.

“Back there I heard something about a certain redhead… Why don’t you tell me about that…?” Melissa hummed, that wicked smirk back on her face, with a tilt to her head.

Her fingers started to caress your thigh, and you weren’t sure whether you deeply regretted or thanked god that you had decided to wear a skirt today.

“I… I was seeing her… but… she cheated on me…” you stammered, looking at your wine glass as your swirled the red liquid in the glass.

“Poor Cucciolina…” Melissa purred, with an edge to her tone,

Her fingers worked their way further up your thigh, you felt your pussy clench around nothing. You felt the woman’s lips graze against your ear, making your breath hitch.

“I would never do that to you…” Melissa purred in the shell of your ear.

Your stomache was bursting with feelings, twists and butterflies and knots and rocks. Your lips parted as you let out an obviously desperate whimper. Melissa chuckled darkly in your ear. Then you felt her warm mouth on your neck. Your neck immediately craned back for her access, and you let out breathy groan as she sank her teeth into your skin.

At this point you knew you regretted nothing, the pleasure and intensity was all worth it. You knew it was probably wrong, that this was your best friend’s mom. And this woman drove you crazy… you hated how she treated your best friend. She was certainly never mom of the year.

But as her mouth wandered down your neck, you knew you needed more. Sucking, and licking, and biting, and marking all along your exposed, goose bumped skin, all logic and ideas of right and wrong were thrown out the window.

Melissa, it seemed, had already placed her glass aside on the side table, and as she sucked a bruise along your neck line, her hands followed your arms and proceeded to take the glass away from you. She pulled away momentarily, making you whimper and and try to lean into her touch, but Melissa was quick to put you back in your place.

“You take what you are given… Understand…?” Melissa purred warily, the hand on your thigh tightening and threatening to leave a mark.

You sucked in a breath, straightening your back as you swiftly nodded. The woman then eased her grip to your thigh and brought your glass up to your lips, pressing and tilting it into your mouth.

“Good. Now drink up…” She breathed out, smirking as you immediately complied.

You gulped the rest of the sweet yet tangy liquid down. Melissa then set the glass aside. As some of the excess wine dribbled down your chin and neck, Melissa leaned forward, her tongue expertly licking up all the dribbled wine from your exposed skin. Your pupils darkened and blew out at the sight, your heart faltering at how hot your best friend’s mom looked while licking up the red liquid from your skin. You shivered once more at the thought of how good her tongue would feel in other places…

Melissa read your reaction like a children’s picture book. She drank in your blown out pupils, erratic breathing, goosebumps, and much more to come… Her fingers now dipped into your inner thighs, her access stunted by your closed legs. They stopped moving, teasing, and it made you want to scream. Scream at the woman to keep going. Scream at her that she was insane. Scream that this was wrong. Scream and beg her to not stop. Scream out in many expletives how much her teasing was driving you crazy. But all that came out was a pathetic whimper.

“Awwwww… Are you conflicted, ‘hun…?” Melissa mockingly cooed, her voice dripping with taunts and lust, “Can’t decided whether you want me to hate you or fuck you…?” Her voice purred darkly and lustfully.

Jolts of pleasure and electricity erupted through your core at the woman’s tone, brashness, pet name, and use of an expletive. You bit your lip as you let out a breathy gasp. The combination of the alcohol and her teasing was making you dizzy.

You wanted… you didn’t know what… actually you did. But it was too difficult to admit it to yourself. For years, you had stuffed all your feelings down, you had reverted to others to fulfill your desires. All because it was too hard to accept your desires for your best friend’s mom.

Your desires for the redheaded woman. The desire to have an older, more experienced partner. Your want to be dominated and controlled by the woman that drove you crazy. Your want to throw logic and your best friend aside and kiss her. The woman who was overbearing and controlling to your best friend. The woman who you’d imagined late at night many times when your fingers worked skillfully in between your legs.

As if Melissa knew the exact thoughts racing through your mind, she interrupted,

“You know what I think…?” Melissa cooed wickedly, pushing your legs open slowly just enough to fit her hand in between your plush thighs,

You watched her fingers attentively, as your heart pounded in your head and beads of sweat ran down your face. Melissa proceeded to lick the bead of sweat off of your face and neck.

“I think that you try so desperately hard to hate me… I think you don’t like me because of Abigail… You think I’m a bad mother.” Melissa purred, as her fingers circled patterns deeper into your inner thigh going under your skirt,

Her other hand had put the empty wine glass aside, and was now tugging at your flimsy shirt. She tugged the sleeves down with ease, and cupped your bare breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a breathy whimper, internally praising whatever higher power that you had decided to go braless that day.

“I think you project all of this for Abigail and for your own sanity… Because it’s easier to accept than the truth… The truth that keeps you up at night. I keep you up at night…” the older woman continued to lustfully cooe,

But your eyes shot open, your hips jolted forward, and you let out a pathetic mewl, as two of her digits finally ran up and down your clothed core, while simultaneously taking your left nipple in her mouth and twisting your bus with her teeth.

“AhhHhHhh—” you choked out in a mewl, desperate and quickly meeting Melissa’s gaze as she drank you in with a wicked smirk.

If she didn’t have you attention before, she definitely had it now…

“And the truth while you can’t stand the fact of it… is that you can’t help how your body reacts to me… craves me… needs me…” Melissa darkly chuckled, her tone low and seductive by the end.

Your head was swimming and you don’t even remember when it started, but your hips were grinding against the ghost of the woman’s fingers. You let out a shuttering breath, whimpering and moaning as the redhead’s mouth started to mark up and tease your breasts. Her dark, lust glistening eyes met your desperate gaze.

“Say it, Cucciolina… Tell me I’m right. You know I am…” Melissa breathed out, while switching from one tit to the other.

“You—You’re right…” you stammered, panting, completely out of breath.

Melissa seemed to like that, because you quickly felt her two digits back on your core, sneaking around your panties, to find your semi-wet pussy.

“Mmmmm… you aren’t dripping… I’ll fix that.” She lustfully purred, growling the last part in her seductive, low tone.

Her fingers swiftly plunging into your core, your body immediately spasmed, her walls fluttering and clenching around her digits. Your hips stuttered to keep pace with her delicious assault against your cunt.

“Holy Fuck… Mommy!!…” you shrieked, your whole body exploding with pleasure as her fingers curled deep inside you over and over again.

Your eyes widened and your face went beet red at your words. Your hands were gripping the couch tight, so tight your knuckles were white. But that wasn’t your current concern…

“Oh my, I’m so s-sorry, it it just… slipped out…?” You stuttered, not able to meet the woman’s gaze in embarrassment.

But Melissa only smirked even more. Her thrusts and curls of her digits inside your pussy only intensified, fucking you faster and deeper. You groaned, really loud, as her fingers filled, stretched, and scissored your pussy.

“No apologies… you look real pretty, accepting who you really are…” Melissa cooed wickedly, “Look at me.”

Your eyes went wide and you turned your head back to the older woman. Her tongue was swirling around your right bud, and it made you cry out in pleasure once more. This only spurred the redhead on even more.

“Say my name, baby…” she commanded wickedly.

The squelching of her fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, combined with your sinful noises made the room reek of sex and lust. When you didn’t respond, a third digit slipped inside you, the older woman’s pace never faltering one bit.

“Oh Shit MOMMY!!!” You shrieked, her fingers stretching you out even further and your hands only tightening their grip on her couch.

Melissa hummed in delight, her other hand now replacing her mouth at your tits, while her mouth went to assault your pressure point. Your hips jerked up to grind against her hand, desperately seeking friction against your clit. Babbles and string of whimpers erupted from your throat, your mind now fully gone.

“So needy…” the older woman chuckled, continuing all her administrations with lust and intention, “You can call me Mommy if you want too…”

Her words sparked even more intense pleasure throughout your entire body, and you felt your hands start to wander, but your resisted the urge, part of you not being able to understand how this could have switched on such a dime. Part of you still hated her. So your hands stayed off of the woman. But your hips and the rest of your figure told a whole different story… and your moans and whimpers was all the confirmation that Melissa needed.

“Such a slutty girl for mommy, aren’t ya’…?” Melissa cooed lustfully.

The older woman pumped her digits into you with skill, precision, and speed. She watched you with intent gaze, seeing exactly what curl and thrust pattern made you moan and jolt and scream. Melissa was a quick learner, and the closer she pushed you to the edge, the better she learned the pleasures of your body.

“Oh baby… Are you gonna cum…? Need to cum for mommy so bad…?” Melissa taunted you with a dark chuckle.

Your eyes were screwed tight shut as you nodded vigorously. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your orgasm crashed over you. Your hips stuttered in their rhythm of grinding into the redheads hand, but Melissa kept up her pace of fucking you through your climax. Even after you came down, the older woman didn’t stop. You squirmed in oversensitive pleasure as she didn’t relent.

“M-mommyyy please…!!” You whimpered, thrashing against her in the amount of intense pleasure you felt as she drove you to your next impending climax.

“Poor little slut… Can’t get enough of mommy…??” Melissa jeered lustfully.

Your hips stuttered as they rutted against her hand. The sounds of your pussy squelching rang in your head, pushing you only further to the edge. You felt like you were being suffocated, but in a deliciously dizzy way. Your mouth was open, your tongue out as you gasped for breaths in between each precise thrust of her digits.

Right as you were approaching your second orgasm however, Melissa pulled out of you. Your eyes flew wide open and your jaw dropped, followed by a desperate whimper. The older woman’s eyes sparkled and she had a wicked grin plastered on her face.

“Hush, baby.” Melissa purred, grabbing you and pulling you into her lap.

You gasped as you felt something in between her legs. You immediately began grinding down on her bulge, your breaths turning ragged and your hands on her shoulders for support.

“Mommy wants your next high to by on my cock…” Melissa hummed with a dark edge to her tone.

You looked up from your administrations and gulped. You nodded vigorously.

“Please” you whispered, “need it… need it so bad mommy…” while grinding roughly against the woman’s lap.

Melissa chuckled and had you undress all the way as well as helping her, so that in a couple minutes, you were back in her lap, naked and ready for mommy’s cock. Your hands came to the woman’s tits and chest, playing with her as she lined you up with her plastic dick.

With a low groan, you began to sink down onto the woman, all the way to the hilt of the strap. You let out a sinful whimper, feeling full but still unsatisfied. Melissa’s hands held your hips in a firm grip, and her back arched into your touch. She tantalizingly wiggled her hips below you, making the strap-on move slightly inside you. Another desperate whimper and then groan left your lips.

“What’s to stop mommy from just having you cockwarm my dick…?” Melissa cooed wickedly.

You quickly met the older woman’s merciless gaze, desperation and begging all over your face.

“No no mommy please…!! Need it, need it so bad… mmm give it to me mommy uhhhhhh…!!” You cried out, your grip on the redhead’s shoulder and chest tightening.

In response, Melissa rolled your and her hips together, pushing her dick up and into you in one fluid motion, before pulling it partially out as her hips came back down. Your mouth opened in a silent plea, as your body convulsed in pleasure, the ridges of the toy overstimulating your tight cunt.

“Like that, pretty whore…? What mommy to give you slow, hard thrusts until you’re destroyed…?” Melissa taunted you darkly and full of lustful intent.

Melissa then continued these extremely slow yet brutal thrusts, pumping the toy in and out of your aching pussy. You wanted to cry. You wanted to cum. Every thrust was just not enough stimulation for you to cum, the woman knew exactly what she was doing. You tried to beg, babbles of pleading erupting from your lips already after the second thrust and every one after that, begging her to go faster, to fuck you rough. But Melissa didn’t listen.

“You need to learn that we do things mommy’s way, little slut… If you’re good, I’ll let you cum… eventually…” Melissa reassured you, after the eleventh tortuously slow pump in and out of your cunt.

You’d lost any and all composure. All your babbling was incoherent now, and you had tears streaming down your face. But anytime Melissa asked you if it was too much or if you wanted to stop, you begged her to keep going, pleaded with the woman to not let you off easy. Melissa’s face washed over with pride every time you cried to her that you wanted desperately for her to continue.

“What do you want, baby…? You want mommy to make you cum right…?” Melissa wickedly purred into your ear, while continuing to fuck you dumb at a brutally slow pace.

You nodded lazily, too cock drunk to say anything but slurred words.

“Pleaseeeeeee mmmommmyy…” you whined.

“Cum for mommy, honey, I know you want to… know you need it…” Melissa purred lustfully.

With one finally thrust into your sobbing pussy, the tight coil wrapped around your entire body suddenly snapped. The most intense waves of euphoria you’d ever experienced crashed over you, and you rocked back and forth in Melissa’s lap, as the woman guided you to ride her dick faster as you came.

“That’s it, such a pretty whore for mommy…” the older woman breathed out.

After a few minutes, you’d fallen limp in the woman’s lap, her cock still buried deep inside you. Melissa chuckled at how you put up a whiny fight as she took you off her cock. You didn’t like the sudden emptiness she now left you with, you wanted to feel her all over you again. Wanted to feel full and owned again.

But Melissa stood up, walking into the kitchen to clean her strap-on, and when she eventually called you into the kitchen, she promptly cleaned you up, before going back to her cooking and acting as if nothing had happened.

~~~

Melissa Schemmenti Masterlist

[springwitch26]

flowers and firsts (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"may the best woman win."

---

how the hell was she so good at everything?

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

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

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

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

"what?"

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

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

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

3...

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

1...

GO!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you were in her lap now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you swallowed.

"would you let me do that?"

you nodded, pressing your forehead against hers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"but jacob—" you managed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[theowlwrites]

Shall we dance? // Bailamos?

Melissa Schemmenti x F!Reader

Cariño: Term of endearment, can be translated as honey/ dear/ darling.

~Just want to clarify that I love Mexican and Italian culture. 🫶🏽

Warnings: no physical description of reader, it is mention that her nationality is Mexican en 2 occasions, consumption of alcohol. Angst, fluff, and a little smut at the end?

Summary: Reader is the new Spanish teacher at Abbott, she goes to a celebration of 5 de Mayo at Barb’s house, were things turn interesting with Melissa.

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“Come on!” Janine was trying for the hundred time to convince you to go to this little get together at Barbara's house “It will be fun!”

Today was 5 de Mayo, and for some reason, in the States, they celebrated it. You have nothing against it, but back in México it goes like any other normal day. Despite that, seeing all the decorations with Mexican themes made you miss your home.

“I've already told you” You close the folder you were working on a look at her “I can't go, I already made some other plans”

The truth was that you didn't have any plans, you just don't feel part of the teacher group just yet. You are the new Spanish teacher at Abbot, just entered this year. Everyone has been nice to you, especially Janine and Jacob. You also have a good relationship with Gregory, but you aren´t really close. When it came to the older teachers, you have no issue talking to Barbara, she is really nice, she sometimes even asks you to help her with her Spanish. But Melissa, she was a different story, she isn´t exactly mean, but she likes to make clear that she preferred anything Italian over Spanish, and that Italian cuisine was better than the Mexican. You never argue, mostly because Melissa intimidates you, but not for the reason she intimidates the other younger teachers, but because you have the biggest crush on her.

So going to this 5 de Mayo party to Barbara's house looks like the perfect place for Melissa to tell you over and over again how Italians do it better. Not really something you are looking forward to.

“Leave the booze to me Barb, I know a guy that can get me the best tequila” At that moment Melissa and Barbara were entering the teacher’s room, interrupting you and Janine.

Barb looks directly to you, ignoring Melissa “Oh good, I was looking for you dear” She takes a sit next to you. “Please can you take care of the music? Maybe you can play some Spanish bangers in that Walkman of yours” She meant your Spotify. All eyes were on you know, making you feel the pressure. “You are coming… right?”

“You know Barbara… I… I don´t think I can make it, I have to...” You were avoiding looking at her, you couldn´t lie to her face, actually you couldn´t lie to anyone’s face, you were a terrible liar.

“Okay, what is it?” Melissa´s voice came from behind you, then she walked to your side and took a sit in front of you. “Why don´t you want to spend time with us?”  She had her glasses over her head, leaving a few strands of hair free next to her face, she was raising an eyebrow. She was looking hot.

“It´s not that” Your voice comes out weaker that you expected. “I don´t know, it makes me feel a little… homesick, I guess” It wasn´t entirely a lie, but you couldn´t tell the redhead that she makes you nervous to the point of almost forgetting how to speak English.

“Oh darling” You felt Barbs arm wrap your shoulders. Melissa was still looking at you, but this time with more gentle eyes that before “I can imagine how you feel, but I think this could do you good. You can show us a little bit more of your traditions, I would love to hear about that”

“Yeah girl… we can get to know each other a little bit more” Melissa winked and eye at you, which made your heart beat faster.

With a big sigh, you finally agree “Okay then, I´ll be there at five o´clock”

“You won´t regret it, amigo!” Janine says

“Amiga… with an a” You laugh.

“See you at five o clock then, dear. Don´t forget the music.” Barbara smiles, pleased that she convinced you to go and leaves the room with Janine. Leaving you with Melissa, who was still looking at you.

She stood up and grab her bag, carrying it on her shoulder. “See you soon… cariño” You were so glad that Melissa left immediately after saying those words, otherwise, she would have noticed how your face turned red as a tomato.

Later that day you were at home, putting together a playlist of spanish music. You added some ballads, some more mariachi music, and algo some dancing music, like salsa, cumbia and some bachata, just for fun.

At 5:15 pm you were standing outside Barbara´s house, you have already knocked twice and nobody answered. Maybe you had the location wrong, so you decided to call Janine, but just as you were going to press the call button, a voice from behind called you.

“Hey, cariño, it´s over here” Melissa was standing next to her car on the sidewalk, holding some bags that you assumed contained the tequila bottles. “This way”

You followed her to the back of the house, everyone was there, at the patio. No one was inside the house, that’s way nobody heard you knocking.

“Look what I found in your front door Barb” Melissa was referring to you, as she went straight to the table to settle the bottles. All eyes went to you, for second time in the day. Everyone was there already, with the exception of Ava, that preferred to stay at home watching Desperate Housewives than “going to that lame party” (her words). 

“I forgot to tell you we will be at the back. Anway, I´m very glad you came. You bring the music?” 

“Of course,” You proceed to connect you phone to the speaker and start reproducing your playlist.

“Now this is a fiesta!” Said Janine while trying to dance at the bit of one song.

You were standing next to the speaker, watching everyone enjoy the party. Barbara has offered you a plate of mini taquitos, that were actually really good. It was probably the music, the Mexican decoration and even the taquitos that made you feel nostalgic, so your mind started wondering through your childhood memories. All those parties with your family, how your father had taught you to dance in those parties, how you mom food tasted. You were so immersed in you thought that didn´t notice when the redhead went to stand right next to you.

“Penny for your thoughts” Her voice snapping you out from your own mind.

“I was just remembering some childhood stuff, that all” You didn’t dare to look at her eyes. And she noticed it, actually she had always notice it, how you would avoid looking directly at her. She always took those moments as opportunities to look at you with more detail. Melissa hadn´t admitted this to anyone, not even Barbara. but she thinks that you are very beautiful, she´s intrigued by you. She likes it when you speak Spanish, you make everything sound better. But she has no idea how to approach those feelings, so she decides to keep her distance too, by not being the nicest or most accessible teacher at Abott.   She wanted that to change, and she was going to start working in that today. 

“You know… I sometimes feel nostalgic of my home as well.” She drank from the plastic cup she was holding. “I have always lived in Philly, but I don´t see my family as often anymore, and we haven´t had a reunion or a party in so long… I miss that” You looked at Melissa. She was actually telling you something personal, without sarcasm. “But of course, it must be harder for you, being away from your country” She then looked you in the eyes.

“It´s not too bad” You were actually looking at Melissa´s eyes, for mor than 1 second, for the first time, and God they were beautiful, just as her. “I visit them once a year, and they sometimes come visit” There was a silence, both of you looking at everyone else enjoying the party.

“Would you like a paloma?” Melissa asked, with a mischievous grin.

“That´s what you are having?” She nodded. “Yeah, please”

Melissa served you a paloma (soda with tequila), and from that moment you never parted her side. Both of you kept talking, laughing, at some point you teaching her some Spanish, and she teaching you some Italian. It was probably the booze, but you started feeling how Melissa was getting more comfortable around you. She was being handsy, placing her hand around your arm, sometimes over your hand, and some other times around your waist. Soon she started leaning against you, caressing your hair, holding your waist longer. She was flirting. Neither of you were drunk drunk, you were still perfectly conscious and in you five senses, which made you very anxious but excited about this sudden change in Melissa´s attitude.

It was already 9:00 pm, Janine, Gregory and Jacob had already left, tomorrow was school day. Barbara, Melissa and you were sitting around the folding table in the middle of the patio. Your music still playing. The three of you has stop drinking like an hour ago, to sober up, and were just chatting. And even without the effects of the alcohol, Melissa was still being nice to you, maybe a little less handsy, but still very friendly.

Barbara excuse herself to go to the bathroom. A comfortable silence between Melissa and you, when a salsa began to play at the background.

“God, I love that salsa, I used to dance it all the times at parties, with anyone, even alone, I just wanted to dance it” You smile as you remember. Unconsciously you closed your eyes and started moving in your chair, humming the song. Unaware of the way Melissa was looking at you.

“Shall we dance?” You snap your eyes open. She offers you her hand to you, already standing up next to you.

“What?”

“Bailamos?” She repeats, and this time you nodded. She holds her hand until you are standing next to her. She places her free hand on your waist, keeping you close to her, while her other hand holds yours at the level of her face. And you start dancing.

It´s a slow salsa, so it is easy to dance, but you have the feeling that even if it was a faster rhythm, Melissa would dance like if she had done it all her life.

You feel Melissa´s eyes on you, she´s smiling. She moves her arm, so it surrounds your waist. The sudden closeness makes you lose your balance a little, Melissa holds you tighter, preventing you for falling. You both laugh.

Her face inches away from yours, her eyes going from your eyes to your lips. She caressed your cheek with her other hand, and pulls you closer, closing the space between you.

The kiss is sweet, slow. You both take your time to feel it, you enjoy it. Your arms around Melissa´s neck, keeping her close to you. Soon the kiss turns a little more heated, Melissa´s tongue asking for permission to pass your lips, to which you happily submit.

You still can taste a little bit the alcohol from earlier, and you taste the sweetness of Melissa.  Really there is no other way to describe it, it feels and taste sweet to be kissing her like this.

You break the kiss until you realize you need to take a breath, but not breaking the embrace. You are still so close to each other Melissa can basically fell how your heart is beating fast.

“I never thought Italians were this good at salsa dancing” That´s all you said, making Melissa laugh.

“We are good at everything darling, but you do it amazing yourself, cariño, give yourself some credit.” She kissed you again. “Let me drive you home.” Melisas whispered to your ear, you just nodded.

You both said goodbye to Barbara, not without offering to help her clean, to which she refused. Once inside Melisa´s car she couldn’t stop eyeing you, she kept a hand in your thigh. You couldn’t stop looking at her either, and honestly, if it wasn´t for the seatbelt, you would be on top of her long time ago.

You arrive home, Melissa opens your door, helping you out. And before she could say anything, you were kissing her. This time was passionate, full of desire and lust. Melissa was against the car, her hands on your hips. You were leaning on her, your hand on her hair.

“Come inside, please” You didn’t mean to sound do needy, but you couldn´t hide it.

“I would absolutely love it cariño, but tomorrow is school day, and I need another change if clothes. I just wanted to make sure you arrive safe and sound.” She was keeping her hands on your hips, but this time with a stronger grip, trying to create a little more space between you tow.

“Please” You took Melissa´s hands away from your hips, letting you lean to her once again. “Por favor” (please) You whispered to her ear. Now her arms were surrounding you shole waist. You started kissing her earlobe, descending to her neck. Melissa was in a trance. “Te necesito” (I need you)

“You are making this very difficult for me, cariño” Now it was Melissa´s voice the one that came out shaky, which made you feel proud.

“It doesn´t have to be difficult, you can just come in”.

“Let´s make a deal, hon… I promise that tomorrow I will be here, with a bottle of wine, and we can do whatever you want, but you have to promise to speak I little more Spanish to my ear, deal?” That mischievous grin was back on Melissa´s face, and you loved it.

“¿Te gusta cuando hablo español?” (Do you like when I speak Spanish?) You said as innocent as you could.

“I have no idea of what you just said, but keep doing that you will pay the price tomorrow”

“Trato… deal” You agreed. She kissed you once again, this time keeping it less heated and shorter. You took a few steps away from Melissa, trying to pull yourself together, and trying to ignore you soaked underwear. If Melissa wasn´t going to spend this night with you, you had some plans before going to bed, and as if she could read your mind, she added…

“Oh, and cariño… don´t touch yourself tonight, It will make tomorrow more fun” She winked her eye to you. It wasn’t a question; it was an order. “You can do that for me, right hon?” You really wanted to release all this tension tonight, but you couldn´t say no to Melissa.

“I promise” you said

“Good girl” She went inside her car. “See you tomorrow cariño, sleep tight” She left, leaving you horny as hell.

God, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow…

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Okay, so this idea pop into my mind while I was watching Shall we dance?, I really love that movie, and I love Lisa’s character. 🥹

Hope you like it, and let me know if you want a second part 🫣

[novamirmirsblog]

Pt 2: Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Pt 1

Genre: Smut. Icl, it’s basically just porn you dogs

Request: Kinda

Word count: 1945

Warnings: Smut, +18 please <3

Summary: Melissa has a crush on a parent. What happens when Jacob and Janine find out - the date 

A/N: The gay gods are clearly blessing me this pride month as I have suddenly overcome my writer's block!

Nerves were not something Melissa often experienced. She didn’t feel them the first time she had sex, or when she handed Joe divorce papers, and not even the countless times she had to shake people down. Yet just the thought of you coming into her home had her heart fluttering like a trapped butterfly. The closer the clock got to 18:00 the more ill she felt. What if you hated her food? What if you thought her house was dated? What if you thought she was dated? She was old enough to be your mother. Before Melissa could spiral any more, her doorbell rang. She rushed over to the door, checking her hair in the mirror before opening it with a smooth smile in the hopes that her nerves would calm down. 

You looked stunning. Your hair emphasised the softness of your eyes and the deep green of your shirt complimented her hair in a way that made her want to devour you right there. The two of you weren't even officially together and you were already acting like you were hers. The thought of that made Melissa clench. 

“Hey Melissa.” You handed her a bouquet of sunflowers and a bottle of red wine. You hadn’t been sure which gift to get so you opted for both and Melissa’s slightly agape mouth made it worth the extra $15. 

“Gorgeous…” Melissa had a dazed expression on her face, almost as if she couldn’t believe you were actually here. 

You giggled, biting the inside of your cheek to try and suppress the full blown laugh that was threatening to escape. 

“The flowers!” Melissa quickly recovered, inviting you in “The flowers are gorgeous, and you are too.” 

Melissa shut the door behind you and you took in her house. You moved over to some of the pictures hanging on the wall and let out a gasp.

“Melissa whatever-your-middle-name-is Schemmenti, is that you as a teenager?” The picture you were currently looking at was of a young Melissa in denim jeans with a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips. 

Melissa stood behind you, looking over your shoulder to see the photo “Ann” you tried to suppress a shiver at the puff of breath that made your neck tingle. “And sorta. I was 23 when that picture was taken.” 

You subtly closed your eyes as Melissa continued to tell you about how she had stolen her cousin's motorbike and cigarettes for a dare. Melissa watched as you subconsciously leant back towards her, unintentionally allowing her to see the effect she had on you. A smirk grew on her face when she saw you bite your lip as her voice got a little more husky. Her eyes trailed from your lips, over your jawline to where your neck and shoulder met. Melissa bit her own lip in an attempt to ground herself before she did something a little too forward. Luckily, an alarm rang, jolting the two of you out of whatever fantasies you were both wrapped up in. 

“Shit, the pasta.” Melissa rushed into the kitchen and you followed dutifully behind. 

Melissa glanced over at you before turning her attention back to a sauce that was bubbling “Sit sweetheart, make yourself at home.” 

You let out a quiet sigh as you sat down, ignoring the slight wetness Melissa had caused when she said ‘sweetheart’. You weren’t surviving the night. 

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Dinner had been pleasant; the food was excellent and the company was even better. The two of you had talked for hours about almost everything. It was getting late and you were dreading having to leave but you knew it was for the best. 

“So I should probably get going.” You glanced towards the door, then back to Melissa. “Tonight has been amazing though.” You smiled at her as you put your plate in the dishwasher and began to collect your things. 

“Yeah, we should do it again some time.” Melissa smiled back at you. “What time is Ivy’s sitter expecting you back?” 

“Oh, no, Ivy is at my friend’s place tonight. She gets on with her two kids like they’re her siblings.” You laugh, fondly remembering all the times Ivy begged you to let her go to Aunty Sandy’s house so she could play with her kids. 

“Okay, well I’ll see you later kid.” Melissa walked you to her door, getting lost in your eyes for a moment before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. You giggled again and Melissa nearly dragged you back in to the house to fulfil her fantasies of fucking you over her kitchen counter. If your laugh was that sweet, she could only imagine how melodic your moans would be. You softly bid her goodnight and made your way to your car. 

Melissa closed the door behind you and began to put the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher. Once she was finished, her mind couldn’t help but go back to that tight shirt you had been wearing. She knew it was wrong as her hand wandered underneath her tight pants to touch where she had been aching all night. She gently rubbed herself as she made her way to the sofa, forever grateful she had the hindsight to put plastic coverings on the cushions. Her face began to flush as her fingers worked faster, occasionally dipping down to where she needed it the most. Her breathing picked up and she threw her head back, seeing a flash of white. You had left your scarf behind. It wasn’t cold and she was sure you wouldn’t miss it. She pulled her other hand from where it was nestled in her underwear and reached for the scarf when, for the second time that evening, the doorbell rang, startling her. 

“Hey Mel, sorry- I forgot my-” You noticed her flushed face and messy hair. “Are you okay?” 

Melissa could do nothing but let out a whimper. You raised your eyebrows in shock before realising you had inadvertently walked in on her. “Oh shit- sorry, I’m just gonna… I’ll get out of your hair” You tried to rush out but Melissa grabbed your forearm before you could and dragged you into the house. 

“Stay?”

You answered her with a searing kiss to her lips. Were you moving too fast? Probably but you had been dreaming of this moment since you first laid eyes on Melissa Schemmenti. You walked her back and she hit the wall, hissing as your teeth clashed together at the force. Melissa was silently thankful she now had the wall to support her as she felt her knees grow weaker. As you tried to pull away for a breather, Melissa tangled her hand in your hair and snuck the other one underneath your shirt. The two of you looked at each other, both panting hard. 

“You sure you want this?” Melissa asks, her expression uncertain. 

It takes you a minute to answer, too occupied revelling in the tingling feeling on your scalp as Melissa plays with your hair. “The only time I can cum now is if I pretend it’s your fingers fucking me rather than mine.” 

The look on Melissa’s face was priceless. 

She was sure she was going to cum right there so she dragged you over to the sofa and sat you on her lap. She slipped her hand into your underwear and gasped when she felt just how wet you were. She wanted nothing more than to make you work for your pleasure but there would be plenty of time for that. Your moans spurred her on as she worked her hand faster and faster. Your dishevelled look and the way your head was thrown back made you look heavenly. Melissa kissed your neck and chest, sucking and biting, before pulling away to admire her handiwork. She felt giddy as she watched your skin go red where she had marked it, knowing those marks weren’t going away anytime soon. 

“Mel, are you sure marking me up is a good idea?” You said through laboured breaths, getting closer and closer to your climax “Iv might-”

“Shh, I have to mark you hon, how else will Gregory know you’re mine.” 

Melissa’s possessiveness made you clench around her fingers and she drove them into you harder, enjoying the way your juices spread over her palm. Melissa watched you in awe as you came undone on top of her. 

By now, Melissa was soaking. Watching you had just about pushed her over the edge and she was prepared to beg for you to finish her off. Luckily, you wouldn’t make her beg this time. You looked at her with lust filled eyes as you got off her and kneeled in front of her. You patted her thigh to signal to her that you wanted her to raise her hips and you took off her jeans and underwear. Her thighs were slick and it made your mouth water. You licked your lips before licking and nipping your way up her inner thighs. Melissa moaned and unconsciously spread her legs wider. Her breath hitched as she tried to hold back another, louder, moan when you finally reached her core. You pulled away from her, making her whine and buck her hips up. 

“Nuh uh, I want to hear every one of your sounds or I’ll stop.” 

Melissa removed her hand from where it was over her mouth and you returned yours to her core, licking and sucking where she needed you to. Melissa’s legs began to shake as she chased her high, weaving her hands into your hair to ground herself. You reached up and ran your nails under her breasts, making her shiver. You took your dominant hand from where it was tracing patterns on Melissa’s skin and dipped your fingers into her, pushing her over the edge and into bliss. 

Once the two of you had both caught your breath, you let out a stuttered “Fuck”

“Not yet baby but I’ve got a strap that’s begging to have your mouth wrapped around up in my room.” 

You let out a breathy laugh as Melissa hauled you to your feet, leading you upstairs to her bedroom. 

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It was 7:34 when you woke up. Light streamed through the curtains and you felt sore from last night’s activities. Melissa was a mess of hair and she had her arm swung possessively over your midriff. She snored softly and all you wanted to do was melt back into her embrace but you had to get Ivy. You attempted to sit up but Melissa pulled you back down, holding on to you tighter. 

“Mel” you whispered out - not quite sure why you were whispering when you wanted her to wake up. She grumbled, but let go of you long enough that you could get up. 

Melissa was a surprisingly heavy sleeper. You got changed, sighed at the amount of hickeys left on your body, and tried to find some paper and a pen to write a quick note for the sleeping redhead. You felt bad for leaving like this but if you were late for Ivy, Sandy would kill you. Plus, you were pretty sure if you woke her up you would either be killed or Melissa wouldn't let you leave her bed and you really had to go. You clicked the front door shut and made your way back home to hopefully hide any evidence of what you had gotten up to last night from your best friend and daughter. 

You were just glad you weren't the only one covered in marks. You hoped Melissa had a hard time covering up the ones she had too. 

[mandy-asimp]

Fast lane

Melissa Schemmenti x oc!racer

Smut, language, there's a fire accident at a point but other than that it's like mostly wholesome

Happy Fri-YAY🥳

It was close to Valentine's Day, the holiday would fall on a Saturday, and the school was buzzing with hearts.

The red head sat in the teachers lounge on her phone. Her eyes focusing on the text that was sent not too long ago. A geeky smile on her face.

A picture of her girlfriend in the airport with a

'good morning' text following under.

Melissa's girlfriend was constantly flying but also had long breaks in between. After all, being a famous NASCAR driver had its pros and cons.

How the two met is a story she has waited for someone to ask her about.

Melissa was with family when it happened. She was walking around trying to find anywhere to get food from when she realized she was lost. Her first instinct was to ask the first person in sight.

Which just happened to be Phoebe Stern. A new driver who was about to have her first race.

The nervousness must've really shown as Melissa met her eyes. Suddenly coming to the others aid and trying to get her to take deep breaths. "You're ok, just breathe hun. Deep breath in....and out..." she had coaxed the young woman.

After a few minutes she had calmed down and finally really looked at the woman. Meeting soft green eyes that could tell stories for days. "What's got you so worked up, huh?" Her voice. It's wasn't what the racer was expecting but it matched almost perfectly.

"It's my first race. My big debut. What if I'm not all I'm cracked up to be? What if I do so bad?" The younger began to panic again. Feeling hot tears burn her eyes.

"Hey, you're ok! You will go out there and do your absolute best. You are about to make history as the youngest female NASCAR driver. You're doing great so far, so you'll go out there and give it your absolute best. Plus you already have fans cheering you on." She reassured Phoebe. Carefully, she wiped away the spilled tears with a huge smile.

Phoebe couldn't help but feel warms don't I fly at the action. How that smile captivated her and gave her motivation to do everything in her will to win the race. The woman was her motivation. For what reason, she didn't know, but it felt right.

"Thank you, really. It's nice to know there's still people out there who care for others. I'm Phoebe, but you already knew that." She held out her hand, waiting for the other to shake it. Slightly smiling when the red head had.

"Melissa, and of course. Now, do you know where Ican get any food?" She changed the topic. Looking around a bit for any stand.

Phoebe couldn't help but let out a laugh. "There was a pizza stand just over there. The line was dragging though. But if you want, I can have Stephen to my locker room and we had a little pre-race buffet. There's still food left, feel free to help yourself really. Least I could do." The brunette offered. Her smile showing nothing but honesty and purity. "It'll also get you more for free and before the race starts."

Just then a manager came up to rush her away.

Whispering a 'let's go' before trying to usher her out to the car for a few pre-race interviews.

However, Phoebe in a quick manner rushed over to Stephen. Whispering in his ear and smiling at the woman before running off to the blue race car.

That was only their first interaction. Their second was less frantic. And more digital.

Later that night, after hours of celebrating Phoebe's first race and first win, she had gotten drunker than known. Leaving the party at nearly four in the morning in a cab back to her hotel.

Sending out a few gibberish texts and crashing.

Melissa was just waking up at the time, furrowing her brows at the unknown number but reading (trying to read) the few texts. Picking out that they were compliments of sorts and giving a sleepy smile.

She sent a few text back, mostly talking about taking care of the hangover that's going to happen and to text her when whoever it was wasn't drunk and could actually get out a full sentence. Obviously she sent it in a nicer way, with a few nicknames here and there.

Once Phoebe woke up, she immediately apologized. Mostly for getting her number without actually asking her.

That was all nearly eight years ago. Now the Daytona 500 was coming up once more. Phoebe was heading down a few days early for a lot of press events. Melissa would head down the Friday before the race.

"I think nascar is a fun thing, I wish I could attend a race once. Just to see the Wonder Woman of racing, Phoebe Stern. She's trying to bet someone's record, just don't know who's." Janine practically hopped into the teachers lounge. Acknowledging all the other teachers in the room with her cheery smile.

"Isn't it Josh something?" Gregory guessed from making his coffee.

Jacob shook his head, "No it's another female right?" He pulled out his phone, ready to look up the answer.

Before he even put in his password, Melissa chirped, "she's trying to beat Jimmie Johnson. He's won like seven Daytona races, but she has years to catch up."

The room was silent, "Melissa, I didn't take you for a NASCAR fan?" Janine sounded confused.

Loving when melissa would slightly open up about herself.

"There's a lot you don't know about me kid. I've been a fan of NASCAR for, I dunno, eight maybe nine years? Never miss a race." She hummed, going back to her phone and minding her own business.

The rest of the conversation she tuned out and just texted back and forth with her girlfriend. Attempting to school her features from showing anything In front of her colleagues.

"What about you Melissa? What are your plans for Valentines? Any special someone you'll be having?" Janine called out to the woman, breaking her away from her phone.

"Well the Daytona race is Valentines weekend and I already planned to go." She shortly answered.

"If Melissa did have any big plans, I'm sure Barb knows all about them." Ava came in. A dirty smile playing at her lips. "So come on Barb, spill her secrets!"

Barb had a look of 'are you serious' on her face. "I wouldn't dare tell someone else's business. If Melissa wanted us to know what she was doing, she would tell us. She hasn't mentioned anyone t me though," the kindergarten teacher let out. Moving from the table before anything could happen to her.

"Melissa, no offense, but you gotta get out there.

You're starting to seem like a prude." Ava had a disappointed look as she left the room. Other teachers following as their lunches came to an end.

Melissa sending out a few more text before leaving as well to get her class from gym. She was minding her own, rereading a few text, when she could hear Janine running up on her. "No Janine I will not be talking about my plans for the weekend. What I do outside of school is not your business nor should you want it to be."

"Ok, but I was going to ask more about this Daytona race?" Janine finally caught up. Walking alongside the other teacher eager for answers. "I mean really how did you get tickets? They sold out within the hour. Not to forget how expensive the whole trip is."

"I know a guy." Was all she answered with and ended the conversation. "If you still like it next year, maybe I'll get you a ticket to come with and you can bring Jacob. Sound like a deal?"

"Deal!" She squealed and ran off. Eager to tell the other of the offer.

Melissa shook her head but continued with her day. Counting down the days till she was on her mini break.

And after a few days that felt like eternity, it was finally Friday.

~

It was an hour before the day had ended and Melissa had sent her kids off to art class. Her phone began ringing and she didn't need to look to see who it was.

"And what do I owe this honor?" She teased.

"Yeah, yeah, I wanted to let you know that Mikayla will be stopping by the house to grab your bags, then to get you from work to take you to the airport. She's agreed to watch the house while we're gone and to get us once we're back home. I also told her to grab you an airport outfit. I figured you wore either those sexy black pants or a pair of jeans that make you look even sexier." The voice of her girlfriend played in her ear. Lighting up her day by just the sound of her voice.

Melissa let out a soft hum. "You really know how to flatter a woman. And I did wear my sexy black pants. They looked nice with my pink top and boots." She described lightly what her outfit looked like. Yet she knew Phoebe already knew exactly what the outfit looked like.

"I love that outfit on you. Sad I can't be there to see it on you and take it off," she hummed, only to go silent after. Fiddling around with something in the hotel room.

Melissa listened, hoping to figure out what she was messing with. "Hun? You still there?" She broke into the silence. Getting a distant hum from the other end of the line. "Pheebs? What are you doing that had you so distracted?"

"Oh just some papers for the race tomorrow, just a few waivers so if anything goes wrong." The brunette simply answered. Phoebe had lied right through her teeth. In her hand was the rings she had bought for Melissa.

Watching as the moss agate and diamonds shined in the light. A giddy smile pulling at her lips.

"You know I don't like when you say that. Nothing will go wrong and you'll be fine." Melissa huffed. She really hated when Phoebe would mention those waivers. Yes it was always a possibility but not one she liked to hear or think of for an even a second. It worried her how Phoebe was always so calm with what she does.

"I can't wait to see you tonight." Phoebe let out, changing the topic entirely. Feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness to see her girlfriend again. Putting the ring back in her bag and putting it back in the corner.

Melissa felt loved at those words. The thought of someone waiting for her just did things she couldn't explain. Especially after Joe when she was so young. She never thought she would get the chance of love again. But here was this young racer who had millions of people dying to take her out, and she chose a second grade teacher.

Melissa knew Phoebe loved her deeply. It was in the words that would be said, the amount of emotion in her voice, the looks she would only give to Melissa. Even after all the ups and downs, Phoebe never once thought of leaving her side. Always there to reassure any bad thought that could come to Melissa's mind.

"Only a few more hours, hun. Then I'll watch you win and we'll go out to celebrate," the red head put the phone on speaker on her desk. Sorting out her last hour before the day ended. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Well I have a press conference to talk about how I feel about my eighth Daytona race. Questions are probably going to be if I think I'll win, if I'll be able to beat the record finally, what training I've been doing, questions about other drivers. I'll save my cocky smile because there's always a chance I won't win no matter how good I think I am. But then I have an early dinner planned with a few racers. Then l'll be back before you arrive at the hotel to greet you." Phoebe summarized the rest of her day. Leaning back to fall onto the bed, letting out a huff.

Melissa couldn't help the laugh, "sounds like a hard, hard day." She teased. A groan being her answer. "It's only a few more hours. Then you have a long, long, season to play out."

"Don't remind me!" Phoebe cried, covering her face with her hands. There was another short silence.

"Pheebs?"

"I think I'm ready to be done after this season." She quietly confessed.

"What?" Melissa froze in her seat. Picking up the phone to her ear. "What do you mean?"

"Ten out of the twelve months I'm gone racing. I hardly get to see you. I'm coming close to thirty-five and I've spent my twenties well. I've traveled the world, did what I love, but now I want to be with who I love. You've supported me since the first race I ever did, now it's my turn to come support you." Phoebe was quiet while explaining.

Staring up to the ceiling as she thought about life after.

"But what about beating the record?" Melissa questioned. Wanting to know where this suddenly came from. "You love racing, hun. I love watching you race."

"I've already made history. Nobody's won seven Daytona races in a row. I train and train, but I'm ready to give up my throne to another young racer. Next year there's supposed to be the next me coming in. And I've watched her race, I've raced with her, I've taught her. She's ready to take my number and I'm ready to give it to her. My legacy is getting carried on, and I know that." Phoebe stretched out.

Melissa thought for a moment. "What ever you choose hun, I will be your biggest fan and your number one fan." She reassured. "But I have to go, have to go get my class. I'll see you tonight though angel. I love you."

"Alrighty, I love you too Mel. I'll see you in a few hours." Phoebe ended the call, almost instantly rolling over to burry her face and take a quick nap.

Melissa sat still for only a moment, processing the news. A part of her was so overjoyed to hear it all, but also sad to know that the goal was almost completed.

Meanwhile Phoebe was being ambushed to get ready for the press. A light touch up being done to her hair and makeup. The outfit being laid out on the bed.

If there was anything Phoebe didn't expect from the dream, was becoming a fashion influence. It only happened because she wore her race jacket out one day and everyone thought it was a fashion statement. She let them go with it anyways and decided to start a collection of race jackets to wear. They kept her warm during the

seasons.

"You know, they're gonna ask about your girlfriend. After you posted that little anniversary thing back in January. Everyone's been trying to get you on talk shows for it." Stephen walked in, handing the lemon water over.

"Thank you, and yeah probably. I mean I've been dating her for over five years now. In a few days she'll be my finance hopefully." She took a sip of the drink, humming in approval. "You've never failed to make my lemon water taste just right."

"I've been your manager since you were a child. Of course I know how to keep you pleased. Plus the new you.." he trailed off moving around to start getting things tidied up.

Phoebe huffed. "She's going through something right now. I'll talk to her tomorrow anyways, she's watching next to you today. I mean after this season, she's the one who you'll have to talk through a press, not to forget races. So be patient with her. You were with me, and she's almost as good as me. In a few years I bet she'll be better than me."

Stephen hummed in disagreement. "Nobody will ever be better than you. I don't think anyone else will win seven Daytona races in a row."

There was a collective agreement from the team working on her. Making her realize, she has made history already. This race will just add to her achievements.

"How did Melissa feel about you telling her you're done after this season?" The lanky brunette sat in a chair close by. Still scrolling through the schedule laid out for them. "She upset?"

"She didn't sound upset. She said she'd support me no matter what. If anything, and she wouldn't have admitted if, but I think she was thrilled i decided to call it now." She watched as they worked on fixing her makeup and hair. How they moved so carefully but efficiently.

"And how do you feel?"

"Like I can do normal people things now. I can spend time with people and not just two months. I don't have to worry about racing as much. Next year I'll get to get a dog maybe." She went over. Smiling at the idea of settling down finally with Melissa.

The two of them together just doing nothing for a day. The two of them traveling more. The two of them cooking. The two of them drinking. The two of them partying. The two of them celebrating.

Just the two of them.

"Well before I loose you into your fantasies, get changed so we can get this over with. And we're going quick. You'll do press, come back and change into the dress, then to dinner. Then you'll get dropped off before I go pick up Melissa and bring her back." Stephen summed up before leaving with the hair and makeup. "Make it quick princess!" He called back.

Phoebe yelled back and then just stood in the room. Staring into the mirror. This was it. The start of the weekend. "One race. Then proposal. That's all." She mumbled to herself.

~

Melissa watched as the clock slowly ticked over.

Almost cheering as the final bell rang. For the last hour she's let her kids have a valentines party. It was the easiest excuse to distract them and be able to watch Phoebe's press. Smiling when they asked several questions about the anniversary post.

She began to pack up after walking all her kids out and making sure they got picked up. It was just her and her silence before it was ruined.

"So. Are you going to tell me why you're rushing out and suddenly a fan of NASCAR? Or am I just in the dark with everyone else?" Barb stopped by the door. Once Melissa looked up, the older walked closer, closing the door behind her. "Who is he?"

Melissa frowned at this. "I've always been a fan of

NASCAR, just figured it wasn't a topic you would ever want to talk about."

"Melissa, you have told me every detail about your life and for someone who claims to have liked racing for almost a decade, I would think it's something that gets mentioned once." Barb frowned. Sitting on the first desk in front of the teacher desk.

The red head only shrugged. Secretly wanting to explode and tell all about her girlfriend. "I have to go, but we can talk more when I get home?"

"Melissa Schemmenti, I don't know what you're hiding but I better be the first to know." Barb hugged the friend goodbye. Leaving to let the other be free for her weekend excursion.

~

Phoebe sat at the dinner table. The baby blue dress clingy to her figure as she chatted with the other racers her age.

"So, you and your girlfriend? It's been what, eight years? You tying that knot soon?" Mike had piqued interest. "I mean you posted an anniversary thing back in like January."

Phoebe shook her head with a smile. "Not that it's any of your business, but I am planning on proposing this weekend. We have a dinner just the two of us on Sunday before we fly home." She confessed. Feeling the butterflies at just the thought of proposing.

"And are you gonna show the world?" Andrew jumped in. The boys quick to jump on the train of questions.

"What is this? An interrogation? You guys have never shown interest in my relationship, why start now?" Phoebe narrowed her eyes at the table. Waiting for one of them to crack.

They all shared a look. "Well I mean, after you posted about her, it's hard not to be curious. We knew she existed but you went public. It's free game now. If press can ask, so can we." Joey answered for the group. "So come on. You've met all our wives. Now tell us about yours."

"Well, we met on my first race and I told myself that she was my motivation. After I went out and drank galore, I texted her drunken compliments and then after three years of talking and getting to know her and gain her trust, I ask her to be my girlfriend for the billionth time and she said yes. She's been to almost all my races, and has been my biggest fan since day one. And now I get to be her biggest fans in hope she says yes." She babbled on. Zoning out on everyone as she thought of her Melissa.

The boys all joked and teased her. It was the greatness of being close with the other racers.

They were always like big brothers. Always supporting each other if one won or if they all lost. They still made light of every race.

There was a text from Stephen that lit up the phone. Showing off the lock screen of Melissa. Dave was the first to grab at the phone. Examining the picture entirely. "Ya know, I would've never thought you for red heads." He chuckled.

"Red head?!" Andrew shouted while practically flying from his seat. Everyone trying to gather around and see the screen.

Tim was shocked the most. "A milf?!" He had wide eyes, like he had seen the world explode. "Thats Who your girlfriend is?!"

"Five years strong. Boutta make her my wife. Give her the wedding she dreams of. Settle down and take care of her ya know? Let her be able to do things she never has." Phoebe reached for her phone, not pleased when they all pulled it away and gave her a look. "It's my phone!"

"But it's about to be us who have the conversation," Joey smirked. Instantly being handed the phone. "Hey hun, just wanted to let you know I've landed!" He read in a girly voice.

"She landed?!" It was Phoebe's turn to look shocked. "I have to go. I'm supposed to meet her back at the hotel. It was nice to have dinner with you guys. I'll see you tomorrow!" She grabbed her phone, holding her dress up as she ran out with her jacket thrown over her shoulders. Listening to the boys laugh as she moved quickly in heels.

She ran right out into the car and was off before anyone could recognize who it was. Praying Stephen wouldn't drive her back, especially after she spammed his phone to detour.

Within fifteen she was back at the hotel and in her room. Moving the ring out of her bag and into her racing bag. Knowing Melissa doesn't go in there as much as any other bag.

Just as she zipped up the bag, the door opened and in walked Stephen and Melissa. "She should be back by now. Maybe changing out of her dress." He mentioned and walked back to the door. "Tell her ass to be up by ten and ready to go by eleven. The track lets people in around noon and the race is set to start at one. Goodnight Melissa."

"Will do, night." She bowed her head, trying to remember all the times to tell you. Giving the man a second to leave before rushing into the bedroom. Eager to see this dress you were in.

Melissa didn't even bother to knock as she opened the door. Freezing in awe at how the baby blue did Phoebe justice. How it hugged her figure deliciously. The slit up the leg that showed off a little bit of her tattoo. The silver heels that wrapped around her calves.

"Hi hun," she said softly. Still staring at her beautiful girlfriend. Really burning the picture into her head. "Is that what you wore to dinner with the guys?"

A careful hum was her answer. "They asked about you. It seems everyone is curious about you. They want to meet you I think," a small laugh left Phoebe's lips. "I missed you." She came up to Melissa. Hugging her like she would disappear at any second. And the older hugged just as tight. The two just enjoying the other in the moment.

"You should wear dresses more. You look really good in them." Melissa teased, pinching the sides of her girl. "Let's get you changed, then we can settle in. You have a big day tomorrow."

"I'm happy you're here with me then," Phoebe pecked her cheek before pulling away and pushing Melissa onto the bed. Crouching to take of her boots. "I told Mikayla to grab you your travel slippers. I'm sorry you were in boots the entire time."

The green eyed beauty was confused. The action wasn't what she had really meant, but she couldn't oppose. Not to a face like that. So she just let Phoebe continue to undress her all while in that blue dress.

The two fell into a peaceful silence as Phoebe moved around to get pajamas for them both.

This is what Melissa had craved for so long. This domestic feeling. That everything was playing out how it was meant to be. She had someone who wanted to take care of her forever and now she had it. Her everything was moving around the hotel room in a baby blue dress and sparkly heels.

She was so lost in the feeling she didn't realize the tears that began to creep up on her. "Mel?" Phoebe's voice brought her back. "Sweetheart you're tearing up, what's wrong?" Phoebe was back in front of her, crouching to look up at her.

Melissa opened her mouth and just gave a dry laugh. "I love you so incredibly much, hun. That's all. You found me when I was at my lowest and you lifted me up all the way. And I can't thank you enough."

Phoebe blushed and beamed. Melissa had seen this smile few times but it was a smile full of pure happiness and love and care. It was the smile she wore when they finally became official. The same smile she wore when they said 'I love you' for the first time. The smile she reserved for Melissa, and only Melissa.

"I love you too, Mel. From every part of me." She grinned as she stood up. "Absolutely in love." She thought out loud while looking at Melissa. Taking her in now and here.

"Come on, your turn." The woman wiped her tears.

Moving so Phoebe could sit down. "And it's ok she forgot my shoes, saves me space and shoe dilemmas."

Phoebe softly laughed, "still though. Now you have to wear boots to the race. I mean they make you look sexy don't get me wrong, but your feet will be aching."

"Well then I guess tomorrow night you'll have to help me out of them and soothe the ache. Do you think you could do that?" Her voice was teasing, making the younger shiver. And when they met eyes, Phoebe saw nothing but mischief, making her cheeks burn at the ideas. "My little racer. What would I do without you?"

"I can tell you what you wouldn't be doing," Phoebe smirked. Having a playful joke lined up but lost it as Melissa's eyes darkened before her.

"And what's that hun?" She let her hands wander up the soft legs, only to rake her nails down them. Humming in sheer delight at the physically shudder. "Cause I know exactly what I am going to do. And it starts with getting rid of this dress."

The manicured hand pushed the silky fabric up her legs. Revealing the blue panties that were decorated with a little white bow.

Melissa pulled on her shoulder, causing Phoebe to fall onto her back. "This how you get everyone into bed, Ms.Schemmenti?"

"Only cute racers." Her hands were holding onto hips. Massaging her finger tips into the soft skin. "But I'll save this for tomorrow night." She pulled away.

A boo was given in return. "Now you got me all hot and bothered." Phoebe exhaled dramatically. "Room service and a movie?"

Melissa placed a kiss to her forehead. "Sounds like my type of night. You shower first and I'll order for us, even pick their good wine."

"No wine, just food and us. And come shower with me, it'll save us both time." Phoebe gradually made it to the bathroom. Having a luring look in her eyes. Melissa let a Cheshire grin take over as she followed close behind.

For the next forty-five minutes, the two were lost in the shower. It had started of sweet and wholesome. Melissa had her hands in the mane of brown, scratching and scrubbing away any stress and worry. And it would've stayed that way had she not scratched right by the nape of the neck. Earning a muffled whine and her girlfriend even closer to her.

She let out a light chuckle and continued. Thinking nothing but a reflect of it. But when the noises happened a few times more, Melissa couldn't contain herself. The idea of just her touch doing so much to someone drove her insane.

That's why her lips found the soft neck. Kissing up to the pulse point and sinking her teeth in carefully. Sucking hard on the point, taking joy in how Phoebe squirmed immensely at the action.

Her head fell to give more access, crying out when curious hands found her boobs. She was ready to give everything and skip dinner.

It didn't help when Melissa spun her and kissed her hard. Hard and passionate. Every ounce of her love was poured out through just a single kiss.

Melissa felt hungry. Her hands began to hunt for anything to inflict more sounds. Desperate to hear any lewd noise that was caused by her.

First it was a hand slithering across Phoebe's stomach that made her chill, but it was the squeezing of her hips that made her shake with need. "Please Mel.." was lost in the steamy air as a skilled hand parted her legs and finding the right spot almost instantly. Teasing her clit with slow, agonizing circles that only took her so far.

"My sweet girl..." Melissa hummed as she added more pressure. Her lips found a spot right next to Phoebe's ear. Letting out a warm breath against the shell before bitting on it. Pulling a moan that would make a porn star blush.

It took them both back. They stopped and stared at each other. Both blushing, one more than the other, but just staring at each other. A hand reached to the ear. Stroking over where she bit. "Sensitive ears?" Melissa faintly smiled.

Phoebe shrugged, "I didn't know either." She huffed. "So..."

"Are you ok? Do you need a moment or anything?" Melissa tilted her head, worry evident in her eyes.

She was ready to care for the brunette almost instantly.

Phoebe shied away, feeling a small blush creep in her. "Do it again?" She looked through her lashes. Driving Melissa up a wall with the simple expression.

Melissa pulled her by the waist, flush against her body now. Phoebe could feel their heart beats finding the same rhythm.

In the moment she could only feel love. This was her other half. Her definite soul mate. Their hearts were united to one.

Her thoughts were mushed when she felt the same sensation. This time it was longer and full of hands grabbing at her skin. Melissa always knew how to touch her. How to make her absolute putty in her very hands.

Phoebe would be a fool not to let her. Her hands ran over Melissa's, trying to direct them towards her thighs. Eager for the hands to work their own magic.

No matter how many times they did this act, Phoebe could always feel her heart thumping in her chest. Feeling like at any second her ribs would break and her heart would fall out her chest and right into Melissa's hands.

Where she would hope that it'd be put away and treasured. Never to be touched or harm by anyone other than the key holder.

Melissa's index and middle finger slide further down. Teasing the dripping hole before slowly sinking in. Lost at the sensation. "You're so perfect, hun. Everything I've ever hoped for." Melissa would whisper into the younger woman's hair, a devilish smirk toying her lips.

The words made Phoebe gasp. Her hand gripping onto Melissa's arm that wrapped around her waist. Needing to be grounded by anything.

It had been awhile since the two had a chance to appreciate each other. Between school and constant practices, the two were just tired. The most they had time for was laying in each other's arms and sleeping. But this was relieving.

"It's been so long since I got to have you like this.

My little racer. Always moving so fast, but now we're gonna go slow. Just relax with me, against me, for me." Her voice was low and raspy. Almost being drowned out by the shower.

Phoebe's heart was pounding on her chest. She was worried it might break through for real with how hard it was beating. And it didn't help when she could feel Melissa's matching with every beat.

The racer couldn't help but begin to tremble. Feeling overwhelmed in the best ways entirely. "Just like that sweetheart. I can feel how close you are. You've missed me just as I've missed you. Didn't you?"

"Yes...it's been too long Melly." Phoebe whined.

The knot that had begun to tightened was suddenly too tight. "I'm right there, please Mel."

Melissa hummed and bit on the others ear again.

Both their holds becoming firm as Phoebe fell apart. "Thats it, you're ok. Doing so well." Melissa whispered sweet nothings to her. Holding her through her entire high and even after. Loving the feeling of just having her love in her arms.

Phoebe spun to face Melissa. The warm water on her back now. Her soft gaze peaked through her lashes. "You are amazing." She geeked. Her smile touching from ear to ear. "Now...it's your turn to relax."

She sunk onto her knees, kisses being left behind.

Kisses over Melissa's neck, her pulse, her collarbones, her chest, down her stomach, and to her thighs. "My beautiful woman. How lucky I am to have you," Phoebe smiled up. The delicacy in her eyes meaning nothing but love.

She licked her lips once over before pressing kisses closer and closer. Making Melissa hum in anticipation. Her head rolling back at the feeling of Phoebe's tongue licking through her folds. A delicious moan fell to Phoebe's ears, spurring her on with each move. Her hands holding onto Melissa, grabbing at her figure and massaging the pads of her fingers against it.

Melissa adored how the hands worked against her. They were so careful when pushing and pulling. So feather light when running miles along her. "Just like that Pheebs.." Melissa panted. Her hips rocking forcefully. Her hands found home in Phoebe's hair. Pulling from the scalp and earning moans from below. "You like that? Your hair being pulled?" Melissa groaned. Pulling just slightly harder. It gave her another moan, vibrating her entire body right over the edge. She came with a call of Phoebe's name.

The two took a second to catch their breaths. Humming as Phoebe slowly licked her clean. Rising to give a quick kiss before moving to let the cold water hit Melissa's front.

Phoebe, quick to rush out and into a towel. Running to the bed with giggles filling the room. She laid on her stomach, her body still dripping of water.

"We're gonna need new sheets now," Melissa walked into the doorway. Rolling her eyes as Phoebe made point to look her up and down.

"Well then let's make the most of this mess then,"

Phoebe tease, pushing her hips back and into the air.

She pushed up to crawl to the other side of the bed. Meeting Melissa at the edge with her bottom lip between her teeth. "Don't you wanna get messy?" Phoebe reached for Melissa, pulling her onto the bed. Straddling her waist and holding onto her waist.

Melissa chuckled, her hand pushing a wet strand of hair back. "You are so full of youth and energy."

"Then let me use my youth and energy to spoil you." Phoebe pressed her lips against the thumping pulse on Melissa's neck. Soon wrapping her lips around the same spot and sucking hard. Eager to leave a hickey in the morning.

Her hand wandered down between Melissa's legs. Tracing a range of circles on the bundle of nerves. Her other hand keeping Melissa spread out on the bed.

"How did you get so good," Melissa gave an airy laugh. "Your first time you couldn't even-" her sentence ended with a loud moan. She couldn't figure out what Phoebe did, but god did it feel good.

Melissa began to arch off the bed, her hips moving with Phoebe. The movement ceasing as Phoebe's arm pushed her hips down and held them there. "It'll feel better if you stay still Melly," Phoebe whispered. Her warm breath fanning across Melissa's neck.

And it did. Melissa wanted to scream to match the feeling. It worked her right over again. Leaving her short of breath. Phoebe pulled off, a dirty smirk on her face. The bruising and bite marks were scattered all across the left side.

The brunette picked up the phone and called for new sheets and pillows. Finally throwing the pajama over to Melissa. "The food should be up in a few. I ordered light since we have breakfast in the morning."

"Since when was breakfast?" Melissa sat up, slipping on the shirt. Her bottoms close behind. "We've never done breakfast before a big race?"

Phoebe beamed, "to making new memories. We can't live the same way forever." Phoebe worked on finding her pajamas next.

"What does that mean?" Melissa began to deconstruct the bed. Folding them into a small pile aim the table. "You tryna pull something on me?"

"Oh Mel, you always assume the worst from me.

It's nice little breakfast in bed. I heard the hotel has a really nice breakfast selection." Phoebe came back over, clothed in an old racing sweatshirt. "Just us before a race."

Melissa wanted to think further into it, really she did, but once Phoebe was helping to get the bed ready for new sheets, she didn't let her thoughts wander.

"Did Stephen tell you any times?" Phoebe said, knowing the answer entirely to the question. He had texted her the schedule for the day weeks ago, forcing her to remember it on her own.

Melissa froze, trying to think about the times. "He did.." she was thinking over it. "There was a noon, a one maybe, and something else." She threw out what she could remeber.

"I have been instructed to be up at ten, ready by eleven, track opens at noon, race starts at one." Phoebe recited. Her face never loosing a smug smile.

The red head scoffed playfully and resumed helping with the bed. Finishing getting ready for bed while waiting for room service. The two holding a small conversation while they moved.

The room service coming up while Phoebe was still doing her skin routine. "Is that room service?" She called out. "There's tip money on the dresser for them!"

Melissa looked around, not seeing it anywhere.

Her second thought was look in the bags. First it was the purse, then it was the racing bag. Just as her hand grabbed the bag Phoebe jumped out.

"Mel." Her voice was demanding. It was solid and lacking that usual warmth. "The money was right here," she smiled. Taking it out to the worker and bidding them goodbye.

"Got pretty stern there for a second," Melissa picked up the sheet. "Haven't heard that voice for a good minute."

Phoebe could tell she wasn't going to let it go as easily. "I have a bomb in my bag." Was her first thought. It came out before she could think it over. It gained a laugh, "I'm sorry about that voice though. I don't know why it came up."

"It's ok hun, you're under a lot more stress. I know you don't like when anybody goes through that bag." Melissa finished putting on the sheets, moving so Phoebe could throw the pillows back to the top.

Phoebe hummed, flopping down onto the bed with a gruff. "How was your day? Work? Barb?"

Melissa sat next to her, lying on her side with her head propped up. "They found out I was a fan of NASCAR today. Janine wants to go to the next Daytona race, I said if she can hold onto liking nascar that long I'll get her and Jacob passes. Barb questioned me a bit. I think she's upset I've never mentioned it. She asked me who he was." She summed up her day.

"Well wait till she finds out that he is a she," Phoebe rolled her head to look at Mel. "How come you've never mentioned me?"

"How come you're so interested in being known?" Melissa returned the question.

Phoebe was silent for a second. "Because once I start showing up with lunches for you, it's gonna be hard to keep me quiet. And plus, my coworkers know about you, yes they've never met you, but still."

"When you finish first, we can talk about this more." Melissa leaned over to place a chaste kiss. Moving to grab the dinner for the two and the tv remote.

~

Phoebe's eyes fluttered open. The sun peaking and illuminating the room. Her arm reached over to look for Melissa, frowning when there was an empty space.

The brunette sat up, rubbing her eyes and trying to focus her view. Searching around the room before moving out to the kitchen. "Mel?" Her groggy voice sounded the quiet room. "Mel are you still here?"

"Kitchen hun, use your nose." Melissa answered finally.

Phoebe crawled out of bed, following the sounds and smells that Melissa made from the mini kitchen.

With soft steps, Phoebe hugged Melissa from behind. Breathing her in with a huff. "No negative energy before a race, you know this."

"It's not negative," Phoebe grumbled. Taking another second before letting Melissa work. "I was supposed to be the one in the kitchen."

"No offense, and I'm only saying this cus I've been dating you for five years, you can not cook. And I mean that out of love and worry that one day you'll undercook something and get sick." Melissa poked. Knowing she made a point because it's already happened before. "Plus, you love my cooking."

Phoebe pondered over it, agreeing and sitting on the stool on the other side of the counter. "Are you excited today?" She began to zone in on how Melissa moved with the ingredients.

"It's your big race day. It's all they've been talking about on the news. Yous making history today," she didn't look up from cutting anything. She knew you were watching and listening. "Are you nervous?"

Phoebe wanted to answer, really she did, but there were absolutely no words to describe how nervous she really was. Today was the possibly the second biggest day in her life, the first would be the wedding.

"Pheebs? You still with me?" Melissa waved her hand in front of the spaced out girls face. "You've never been this nervous before, are you all right?"

Phoebe's head nodded for her. "I'm making history today." Phoebe couldn't help the smile that ran her lips. "And you'll be right by my side."

"I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else," Melissa whole-heartedly responded. "But seriously, just breathe today. No matter what, I think you are the world's greatest racer."

The smile only grew, along with a heavy blush.

Melissa took note of it. Phoebe was easy to fluster, a simple look would do if wanted, but this reaction wasn't a sexual thing. It was so new and it made Melissa feel a new sense of true love.

"What is going on with you today?" She tried to laugh off the look but it just couldn't be shakes. "I've seen you nervous before but this is so different. You're glowing almost."

Phoebe let a soft shrug go, "I just feel so lucky to be where I am. And I can only keep thinking into the future and where it'll take me. Not to mention I have the best, most amazing, delicious, most bad ass girlfriend right in front of me." Phoebe got up to come back around the counter. Walking right into the open arms and just sighing. "I love you."

"I love you too," Melissa placed a kiss to the side of her head. Resting hers against where she kissed.

If either were to move it would ruin the moment, but thankfully neither wanted to move. They enjoyed each other's existence  on such an extreme level.

"Do you want to eat before you get ready?" Melissa mumbled. Separating them just slightly. Phoebe nodded, slowly letting a mischievous grin forming. "Now what?" Melissa chuckled.

"Just that maybe I could have two breakfast?" Phoebe suggested the idea. "The first being what you made, which I'm assuming is pancakes, and then the second being you." She showed a toothy grin. A subtle pink grazing her features.

Melissa was baffled by the offer. Genuinely not expecting it. And she couldn't lie, the idea was tempting, but she knew how that could be a cause with a long line of effects. "How bout this, you win this race, and I'll let you do anything you can think of. Anything you've ever thought of. And if you loose, I'll be the one doing everything. Okay?" She spoke lowly. A sneaky smile toying with her lips.

"Deal," Phoebe quickly agreed. Sealing their deal with a kiss and moving to see the pancakes. "These look delicious Mel! Thank you!"

"Gotta start your day right hun, dig in. You have about half an hour before hell breaks in." Melissa grabbed herself a plate.

Phoebe bit the pancake whole, "hell?"

"Stephen has sent hair and makeup to get you ready. He texted me knowing you would still be asleep. So really eat now cause once Stephen gets here, you're really out of my hands." Melissa finished topping her food. "Let's eat in bed."

There wasn't much choice given as Melissa was already moving into the bedroom. Making herself comfy towards the middles of the bed. Phoebe only had the option to follow. Having the realization that today was the last day she'd be calling Melissa her girlfriend. The thought made her glow extremely.

~

Phoebe stood right by the car. Her heart was pounding as she put the helmet on.

"Alrighty, you've done this before. You've done it six more times before that. I'm gonna talk you through it. All of it. What I need from you, is to keep it steady. You can't freak on me." Stephen's voice crackled through the mic. "Talk to me kid."

"No freaking. It's a race I've done before. I can do this." She climbed in. Eliminating any second thoughts.

She took in the familiar car. Looking for her motivation once more, only failing to find it. "Stephen! Where's my pictures? It should be here, I can't find it. I never race without it, and what if-"

"Breathe. We decided today you needed a bigger motivation. You have a lot on you. So, Phoebe it has been an honor to race with you, but for your record breaking race you need someone else. And before I pass it over, I know I'm talking a lot, your physical motivation is in the bag under your chair. Now good luck, and go kick their ass." His voice sounded almost emotional for once.

"You so suck, ya know?" Phoebe sniffed. She had been crying a little bit too hard. Phoebe reached under, feeling the bag and pulling it up. She reached in, laughing through the tears. "What's my next surprise?"

"I am," Melissa's smile was evident in her voice. Even as she heard Phoebe groan in tears. "You ready?"

Phoebe had to lift her visor to wipe the tears. "Let's kick some ass."

~

After hours of laps, hours of conversations, an hour of singing like there was no tomorrow, and hours of laughs, Phoebe was coming up in her last lap. Passing the mark before the final.

"You're so close hun. I can see you. This is it. Dave is behind you, Andrew right behind him. You just have to make these few turns and then your home solid." Melissa was standing high up. Watching the blue car race around a few more corners. "Thats it angel, just a little more."

Phoebe was quiet. Suddenly feeling cold and nervous. "Mel. What do my surrounding looks like? Where's the line? How many more turns?" She quickly questioned. After doing so many laps, the track begins to blend together.

"Um, still in front of Dave and Andrew, you have two more turns and then a dash to the line. Is everything ok?" Melissa sensed the sudden shift. Examining the car quickly. "Pheebs?"

"It's fine. I'm just nervous. I have what, a minute left? Have I ever told you how much I really love you? I know I say it everyday but I want to say it for a gazillion more. Until time runs out. In this universe and every other one. I love you with everything I have Melly." Phoebe felt tears begin to fall again.

"Save your sappiness for when you can kiss me at the finish line. Front stretch hun. You're so close." Melissa had a death grip on the railing. Leaning to see Phoebe make the last turn. "I'm proud of you sweet girl. You've done so much for yourself. Last stretch, as fast as you can."

Phoebe put a bit more pressure. Watching as the number began to climb. Her heart was pounding with the growing speed. She could see it. The finish line. Dave and Andrew too far back to catch up now. She was right there. About to finish her eight Daytona race.

Five seconds off of the line the car began to fill with smoke. She reached for the ring without thinking and finished the race blind.

Melissa's voice fell on deaf ears as Phoebe began to search for the seatbelt buckle. Desperate to get out.

From the outside, Dave and Andrew stopped as fast as they could, rushing to get to Phoebe. Breaking the windows as smoke oozed out the car.

The crowd was in silence as other racers came to help. Medical standing by till the woman was retrieved. It was taking too long for comfort. Melissa couldn't stand back and watch. They were taking too long. She ran over, pushing through to see.

Regretting it as Phoebe was helped as she climbed out. Her helmet being taken off as she took deep breathes. Her body felt rigid and stiff. She sat back onto her legs looking to the sky then down to her hands.

"Thank you," she whispered when she looked back up. She stood and was still for a second. An infectious smile dawning on her as she began to cry of joy. She looked to the boys. "I just made NASCAR history...again." Her arms raised in the air, "fucking finally!" She cried out to the small crowd. Turning to the now put out car and running to jump on it. Listening to the crowd scream with excitement at their winner.

Phoebe laughed and glanced around. Finding her love easily out the crowd. That's when Phoebe jumped down and ran over to her. Grabbing her face and laughing. "I did it! I'm ok!" She wiped away the fallen tears. Pulling Melissa into her arms and just laughing. "I'm ok I promise."

Melissa held on tightly. "Had to go out with a bang huh?" She buried her face into Phoebe's neck.

Phoebe laughed again, "it's the only way to go out. If I won without any complication, did I really win? I'm ok that's what matters, we're ok!"

Melissa sniffled before leaving the embrace, standing arms length. "Congrats hun."

"I love you Mel."

"I love you too Pheebs."

Phoebe stated before smiling like a dork. "I set the records." She simply said. Turning to look at the car once more, she laughed. "I set the records!" She yelled. Earning cheers once more.

It was(almost) a perfect race.

~

Phoebe stood on the table, drink raised to the sky as Melissa pulled at the hem of her dress. Doing her best to keep her girlfriend reasonably covered. It wasn't that Phoebe was drunk or anything, but Melissa knew how unaware she could be of her own beauty.

"A toast! Mine of tonight! Thank you to everyone who has believed in me this year. To the boys for rushing to my aid. To Stephen, my manger since before time. To the pit team today. But mostly, thank you to Melissa." Phoebe rambled before looking down to the red head. The light making her glassy green eyes reflecting a million memories. "Thank you. For absolutely everything you have done for me."

Phoebe's glass raised at the end, everyone following with clinks of drinks together. The brunette jumped down, standing close to Melissa. "Thank you again. My motivation." Phoebe softly spoke. Her voice fading with the music and chatter, yet Melissa heard.

"Motivation? What does that mean?" She furrowed her brows, a small smirk playing at her lips.

"Every race I had a picture of you in the dash. But I think it's well lost now." Phoebe shrugged, defeat swimming in her eyes as she tried to play it cool.

Melissa laughed at the look. "Hun we can make more, what would your new motivation picture be?"

Phoebe thought for a second. Her fingers tapping against her chin. "You on our wedding day." She answered with a serious undertone. Enjoying the shocked look on Melissa's face.

"Well then get to it," she clapped back. Her eyes holding nothing but a childlike glimmer. "After all, it's been five years."

Phoebe's jaw dropped, "wow! Ok! And why was stopping you from asking?" She raised a brow, arms crossing over her chest.

Melissa winked and walked away. Her hips swaying just a bit more than usual. She knew she didn't need to answer. As she walked, she thought of the conversation. Yes Phoebe had mentioned getting married but Melissa never thought it would be to her. Yet here they were, five years deep and neither one had made a move to further their relationship. They agreed it was perfect as is. Melissa just smiled to herself as she started collecting her stuff.

"Melissa," Stephen waltzed up to the red head. Holding out his hand with a small piece of paper.

In closer inspection it was a picture of melissa. An old one from at least six summers ago. It was a date that Phoebe had planned and told Melissa to meet her by a coffee shop. She stood in a blue floral sundress, white Converses, and frilly socks. Half her hair pulled back into a blue bow with front pieces framing her face.

Meanwhile Melissa was in a long floral dress. A jean jacket over and her purse on her shoulder. Her red waves were messily, but almost perfectly, pulled up into a high ponytail.

"What is this?" She frowned looking up to the manager. Not sure how he had the picture.

"It was Phoebe's motivation but we gave her a better one. Enjoy your night with her. You make her happy beyond what she lets on." His soft lips turned up before he spun to head into the crowd.

Melissa hummed as she went back to examining the picture. Realizing she doesn't know what he meant by 'better motivation' really meant. But when her eyes found Phoebe's, they were already on her. A heavy blush on Phoebe's cheeks, yet her smile was stronger than ever.

With a single finger, Phoebe beckoned Melissa to follow her outside. Leading them off to walk along the beach as the sun began to set. Neither talking and just holding hands.

"I enjoy being with you." Phoebe hummed. Smiling to herself as the cold water washed over her feet. "You truly have changed my world for the better. I couldn't imagine a world where you said no to me begging you for a date."

Melissa snickered at the memory, "I'll give it to you. You had dedication and a schedule for asking me." She continued the reminiscing.

"Had to keep you thinking of me somehow. I wanted my chance desperately since the day I met you." The brunette confessed. "But..."

"But?" Melissa frowned. Fear suddenly running in her veins. "But what?"

"But now I ask you for another chance." The two had stopped walking at the point. Phoebe standing in face to face with Melissa.

Her green eyes watched as Phoebe lowered down on one knee. A small black bow coming into view. Tears began to fill her eyes and her breathing became irregular. She couldn't believe it.

"Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you know I adore everything about you. Your sass, your cooking, your death glares, everything. Every single thing about you I love. And I know it's five years, but I know I want to spend every morning by your side. Every night to go to sleep with you. Melly, will you marry me?" She had tears escaping from the corners of her eyes.

With a sniffle and a head bob, the ring was slid on and they shared a kiss. Listening to the cheers that happened from behind them. Many having phones to capture the moment.

"I love you so much," Phoebe gave a heartfelt laugh. Kissing Melissa passionately before raising her left hand into the air and cheering.

~

Monday had come around again. Big chatter in the teachers lounge about NASCAR.

"And now suddenly they're engaged! Like for five years they're a secret and now they're getting married. Crazy timing man." Jacob was going on about the engagement post made by Phoebe.

The picture being their silhouettes with the sunset, a heartfelt caption 'dedicated to my eternal happiness'. Keeping it brief and sentimental.

"Can't even guess who it is unless you compare figures. I mean you can clearly tell that this one is Phoebe and then this is her now fiancé. There's absolutely no trace." Janine stared at the post. In her head, if she stared long enough it was going to come to her.

Ava waltzed in with her signature smile. "Maybe it's a publicity stunt. Boost her name or whatever. I do it all the time."

"No, I don't think it is because there's no already existing rumors of her and anyone." Jacob debunked. Leaning to look at the picture once more. Really taking in the mystery woman.

Melissa was humming as she walked into the lounge. Her hands busy with her phone as she followed her daily routine. Making the room still at the new behavior.

That's when Janine saw it. The gold ring that made home on Melissa's ring finger.

"YOURE ENGAGED?!" She shouted. Putting the rooms focus on the ring as it shined in the light. "Since when were you even dating anyone?!"

"Since five years ago. Like I said, there's a lot you don't know about me." The red head winked and took her seat next to Barb, who looked a bit hurt at the new confession. "Let me explain why I never told you."

"Please, because I would love to know." She crossed her arms and leaned back, waiting for the reason to come out.

"Come over tonight, I know it's only Monday but I'd rather explain in private than with the goons listening." Melissa joked, her thumb points over to Janine and Jacob listening.

"So do we all get to find out after Barb or do we just get left in the dark?" Gregory piped in, geneuinly curious of this new relationship.

Melissa only shrugged and continued with her morning routine.

~

A few hours rolled by and Barb stood at Melissa's front door. A bottle of their favorite in hand and her purse in the other. The door opened and there was the red head. Her hair pulled up and blush on her cheeks. She opened it further for her friend.

"This better be good if they have you blushing like this." Barb walked past, making her own way to the kitchen. "Seriously Melissa. There's a whole life I don't seem to know about. So who ever this man is-"

"He's a she!" Melissa blurted out as Barbra had a view of the kitchen.

Her eyes had to be tricking her. Barbra didn't know much of NASCAR, wasn't her thing, but with the talk that Janine and Jacob had been doing, and with the news, it was very easy to tell who the person was. Phoebe Stern had a worried smile on her face as she chopped up food. "Before you ask, no I can't cook. Mel just has me chopping up the basics."

"That was not my first question," Barbra turned to Melissa. "You have two minutes, and that is me being generous, on why she's in your kitchen."

Melissa moved closer. "This is my fiancé!" She said with spirit fingers aimed at Phoebe. "For the past five years this has been a secret mostly for both of our privacy, but recently we've been more ok with being public. We wanted to introduce each other to the most important people in our lives before going full public." She was quick to explain, taking a stand next to Phoebe and taking the cut up vegetables and dumping them into the bit. "And I'm sorry I kept it a secret for so long, the only people who really knew were our families. We just didn't want it to be a spotlight topic."

Barb was silent for a long minute. Just staring between the two and trying to think of anything. She exhaled heavily, "it's nice to meet you." She held out her hand, trying to keep her smile up.

"Phoebe. Mel has told me so much about you, it's nice to know she's terrible at impersonating you." The brunette softly shook the hand. She was giving her best smile, hoping to make good first impressions with the best friend.

"And the internet has told me so much about you, dear. I guess I might as well get ready for a night of questions!" Barb joked and moved to get three wine glasses.

Melissa and Phoebe shared a look before going with it. Acting as if that was the reaction they were expecting.

And after hours of talking, Barbra Howard knew this was the one for Melissa. She liked how open Phoebe was and how willing she was to treat the two woman while they conversed. She could see the look of love in those brown eyes every time they were on the red head. Melissa was in very safe hands and Barb knew it.

The two were slightly more wine drunk than Phoebe (they had finished two bottles). "Ya know Phoebe, I really like you. And even though I was unaware of you for almost ten years, just based on tonight I can tell you really to have good intentions with Melissa." The older woman spoke. Her eyes a bit hazy from the glasses, but she stared to Phoebe. A soft, warm smile plastered in her lips. But it quickly dropped, "but so help me. You pull what Joe did and you will find out. Understood?" Her face was stern.

Phoebe felt a cold wave rush over her as the color in her face drained a bit. She knew this woman was serious. From what Mel had said? There was no doubt Barbra Howard had a mean, vicious bite. "Yes ma'am." She quietly got out. Grabbing the glasses and placing them in the kitchen.

"I should get going. Gerald is outside, but before I do. Come summer, join us on our cruise?" Barb extended the invite. "Originally it was just going to be Melissa and an adventure to find her someone but it's clear she doesn't need my help with that."

"I'd love to join, I'm sure Mel already knows the dates." Phoebe agreed, looked over to Melissa who was staring with that look in her eyes. Both their cheeks began to warm up, both for different reasons. Phoebe snapped her head back to Barbra, proceeding to play it cool. "It was lovely to finally meet you. I enjoyed the night entirely."

"It was lovely to meet you too, Phoebe. Everyone at work will have a hard time believing you Mel." The woman gave a sly smile and left with a goodnight.

Phoebe hummed her way back into the kitchen, ready to clean up the few glasses and plates. Laughing when arms wrapped around her from behind.

"You got along with Barb just fine," Melissa whispered. Hugging tighter and becoming closer each second.

Phoebe hummed with a shrug. "You've told me so much of course I did. I want your friends and co workers to like me. I have your family down but there's bound to be more than just them at the wedding."

Melissa was silent. In her arms stood her fiancé. Soon to be wife. The gorgeous, sexy, young woman in her arms wanted to be legally bound to her. She couldn't help but feel hot at the idea. To see Phoebe on the wedding day all dressed up. To get to tell people that that was her wife.

"Earth to Melly? Wedding already giving you cold feet?" Phoebe teased, still washing the dishes. "I promise I won't take complete control and give you some say."

Melissa still wasn't back from her own world. Still staring at Phoebe's hands under the water. She couldn't seem to process the fact she was getting married again. But this time there was no jitters, no cold feet, no second thoughts. Just pure adoration and love. Her entire world was right here. "Mel? Really, what's going on back there?"

"I get to love you forever," Melissa sighed. Squeezing Phoebe one good time before pull away. She leaned on the island and just admired her fiancé. Fiancé. She loved how it sounded. This is Phoebe, my fiancé she thought to herself. "You are so beautiful."

Phoebe giggled at the compliment,  "not too bad yourself, Schemmenti." She dried off her hands and turned to mirror Melissa's pose. Seeing the shock look at the response making her smile a bit. 

"Thats my line," Melissa sassed as she squinted her eyes.  Only for them to widen as Phoebe waltzed over, getting close. Her arms trapping Melissa between the counter and herself. Melissa could feel the warmth of her breath now.

They were so close in the moment. Neither one wanting to move, a silent fight for control happening. Melissa was stubborn when it came to these stare offs. No matter how badly she wanted to give in to those sweet brown eyes. But it was different this time. The sweet brown eyes were hypnotizing her tonight. Telling her to give in for just one night. It'd be worth it if she did.

Phoebe saw the falter in Melissa's stare, knowing she won. Her head dipping close to the other's neck, slowly peppering kisses up.

"My Melly," she hummed, earning a low hum in return. Phoebe pulled back, smiling brightly at Melissa. Grabbing her hand and just pulling her towards the bedroom. Leading her in first before closing the door and coming to stand toe to toe. Her hands softly playing with the shirt. "I can't wait to marry you. To start a family. To grow together. To be together."

Melissa didn't know how to respond to this new side. It was like the title brought something out into the light. It was much more alluring than Phoebe's normal behavior. "Phoebe Schemmenti does have a nice ring to it," Melissa began to rub her hands up and down Phoebe's arms.

Phoebe hummed and leaned in for a kiss. A pleased hummed as Melissa kissed back with hunger. Pulling her by the waist to be touching. The kiss getting hotter and their breathing heavier. They stumbled backwards towards the bed. Hitting the side and falling backwards with a thump.

The kiss broke and Melissa scooted back with her arms. Entranced as Phoebe crawled up her. A devious look swirling around her eyes. "What has gotten into you?" She whispered with a smile.

"It's the title." Phoebe simply answered. Leaving kisses against Melissa's neck carefully. Only to lead her astray as she bit down of the pulse point. Soothing it with her tongue and kisses. "Something about it."

Melissa's back arched a bit when Phoebe began sucking on the point. Eager to leave a bruise but knew she couldn't. Not till summer obviously.

Phoebe let her hands wander under the shirt. Lightly trailing her hands up, bringing the shirt up with her. Wasting no second to her the fabric off and on the floor. Leaving Melissa's pink bra exposed. Phoebe loved how the color looked against her skin. It made her mouth water.

"You're staring intensely this time." Melissa poked, her finger jabbing Phoebe in the side. "If you're  going to do something, get to it."

"Someone doesn't like being kept waiting." Phoebe playfully rolled her eyes. Sitting up and removing her own shirt. Surprising Melissa with an intricate lace set. Embroidered flowers scattered about the fabric.

Melissa followed the lining with her eyes, realizing it's a one piece that still goes down. "What did I do to earn this?"

"You said yes," Phoebe pressed a kiss to her lips. Slow and soft. Taking her time with how she moved against Melissa. Her hips grinding down with precision. "Can't you picture it Melly? Our future together?"

It was something about how Phoebe was speaking that was driving Melissa mad. She felt squirmish and eager to proceed. "Pheebs..."

Her kisses began to travel. "Us in this house. Twins who run around, picture it Melly. Really picture it. The family vacations, telling your family, I want my future with you more than anything." Her words were true and sweet. Making Melissa feel dizzy at the mix of emotions.

Phoebes hands worked at the gold belt buckle, smoothly pulling off and undoing the jeans. Painfully slow dragging them down her pale legs. "Wouldn't you want that?"

"More than anything, Pheebs." Melissa was struggling to catch her breath. "I need something, anything, please. Just touch me the way you do!"

Phoebe gave one last hum, "anything for you, Schemmenti."

The jeans were yanked the rest of the way off. Leaving Melissa mostly bare. She gasped as kisses were placed along her stretch marks. "Phoebe?"

"I never tell you how beautiful you are. How insane you drive me with just a look. And then you start to speak and I loose all sense of reality." Phoebe spoke so softly, scared she might be dreaming. "I'm so happy you said yes."

The sound Melissa let out was new, but Phoebe didn't stop her actions. Continuing to pull the whimpers with just simple kisses. She kissed closer and closer to where Melissa needed her the most. Her hands snaking around the plush thighs. Pulling them more apart.

Melissa couldn't help the rush of heat that ran through her at the feelings she felt at the sight. It truly was the title. It had to be the title making Phoebe act like this. Her thoughts wanted to run on analyzing everything but couldn't focus at the first swipe. It was teasing and mean. Just barely brushing over her clit.

Phoebe didn't hold back after that. Her arms kept Melissa open while her tongue worked its magic. Listening to each moan and gasp that filled the air.

"Just like that....fuck.....oh god right there!" She panted. Tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. It was enough to hold her at the edge but not enough to set her over. "More...fuck Phoebe..."

Phoebe pressed her tongue flat and harder, earning a cry of her name as she repeated the action. Slowing as Melissa came down from her high. Love pecks being placed all over her inner thighs, which then became love marks. A painting of bruises soon formed.

Melissa was still catching her breathe as Phoebe shimmied out of her pants.

"The longer you look the more confident I'm going to feel." She smirked as she spun and posed a little bit. Popping out her ass and raising her arms. Stretching out her figure for full display. "Ruin me, Melly." She giggled and just as Melissa got up to grab her, she backed up. "But you have to catch me first," and before the red head knew it, she was playing a game of cat and mouse.

Her prize being Phoebe in any way. This was a new experience. They had never done anything near this before, but it seemed so effortless for Phoebe. So effortless to let Melissa chase her through the dimly lit house.

Melissa wanted to play along, see where this was really heading. So she grabbed a big shirt and began to search. Thinking nothing of the game till she really remembered the last time they played hide and seek. How quiet Phoebe could move around and she would never know. It was an unsettling feeling at times, when she actually had the intent to scare.

As melissa asked through the quiet house, she could feel hands on her but then once she turned around, Phoebe was no where in sight. "You little witch, face me like a woman." Her voice called out into the silence. Praying that the on edge feeling wouldn't show.

A soft hand dragged itself across her back, but just as she turned around, she found no one. Sighing, she proceeded with caution. Finding her way into the study and searching through the darkness. Heading in to get any source of light from the lamp.

"Melly," a seductive hum came from the doorway. Melissa's green eyes traced the outline. Drooling a little at the sight. "Your times up."

"I didn't know I was being timed." Melissa smirked, her feet carrying her over to stand close. "You don't make it easy for me either."

Phoebe flashed that pearly smile, "where'd be the fun in letting you win?" Her hands ran under the shirt, massaging Melissa's waist. "I won though, so it means I get to do whatever."

"Thats not fair, you only gave me like a minute." Melissa huffed with a frown. Freezing as Phoebe circled her and hugged her body tightly. Her lips hovering against her neck.

"Let me adore you Melly. You work so hard and do so much for me, let me just try and compare and give you this. Let me love you." Phoebe had the slightest whine in her voice. Desperate to please after so long.

Melissa couldn't help but feel weak in the moment. She couldn't say no if she wanted to. Phoebe had her wrapped around her pretty little finger. The way she was willing to do anything Phoebe would ask. From a simple kiss to murder.

"Fine," Melissa exhaled. Her tone seeming as if she was going to fight against it, but in the end, both knew she wouldn't.

A soft thank you was whispered before Phoebe found the pulse point again. This time loosing all control and leaving a hickey, dragging it all down the side of her neck.

Melissa loved the feeling. How Phoebes lips so easily worked against her skin. How effortless she had to try since she knew every inch of Melissa. "Pheebs...stop teasing me," she lowly warned. Her hands fidgeting just slightly at her side.

"Did you know, ever since I moved in and saw your office I couldn't stop thinking of how'd you'd look on top of it. Legs spread wide open while your head falls back. So Melly, as my prize, I want you on that desk." Her hands pushed her slightly towards the wood furniture. A glint of joy swirling in her eyes. It danced with lust and love as the two took steps in sync backwards.

Melissa lifted her self up onto the desk. Legs spreading as Phoebe came to stand in front of her. The two shared another passionate kiss. They moved slowly, knowing they were in no rush at all. But when Phoebe's hands are in the mix, Melissa needed more than just a kiss.

Phoebe could sense what she was doing, and she was too lost in the moment to keep teasing. She lowered down, leaving kisses behinds where she could.

Her eyes stared up at Melissa, finding the green ones and holding them. Her tongue giving a slow, sensual lick. She watched as the action caused the older woman's jaw to slack. Phoebe repeated the action, picking up her pace each swipe.

"You and that...that fucking tongue," Melissa grabbed a fistful of brown hair. "Fuck Phoebe, just like that!" She got out through a clenched jaw.

Melissa came with a violent jolt and a loud moan. Her thighs going to close, put were restricted. It took a second for her to process what was happening, and once she did her arms gave out. Putting her on her back as Phoebe didn't let up and kept eating her out.

"I haven't had a taste of you in too long. The amount of built up desire for you Melly, it's enough to kill a man." Phoebe's voice was low and tingly.

The room filled with strands of moans and curses as Phoebe brought Melissa over the edge multiple times more.

The three taps to her head being a signal that it was too much now. And while Melissa laid back, Phoebe ran to grab a cold towel and water. Along with an orange.

And after the cleaning up, the two sat on the floor in the living room. Leaning against each other and being content with the soft tv chatter.

The two just thinking of everything that just happened. Turning to look at each other in union, they smiled and laughed. It lasted a few seconds before Phoebe stared with a grin, "my fiancé." It was a whisper so quiet that it nearly got stolen by the wind.

[gaypanicmode7766259]

Drunken on pleasure

Barbara howard x Melissa schemmenti x nb!reader

Warnings: smut

'You know.. there was nothing I loved more.. then being trapped in between two women as then fuck you senseless..'

Y/n laid on their back, breathing heavy and labored as they clutched anything they could get their hands on to ground themselves.. "That's it baby girl.."Barbara whispered into their ear as her two fingers slowly slipped in.. and out... her thumb rubbing light circles around their sensitive clit..

Not only that.. but a certain redhead kept her mouth on their skin.. their neck, their chest, their stomach.. anywhere she could she left behind blue/purple marks.. and all y/n could do was squirm and whimper for more as the two did what they knew would make poor y/n a helpless needy mess..

"Such a good girl.." Melissa whispered into their ear making them shiver a bit letting out a small gasp earning y/n two low chuckles from the two older women..

"I-i m-mmm.." they murmured burying half of their face into the pillow supporting their head "darling... we're not even close to being done with you just yet.." the dark haired woman said softly but in a low tone before placing a small kiss on their warm forehead..

Melissa leaned closer to y/n ear.. nibbling on their lob slightly before whispering lowly..

"Oh Hon, when we're done with you you'll be drunken on pleasure.."

[pinkthrone445]

This might be a weird request, but can you write a fic where reader is a new teacher at abbot and is like really innocent, kinda like Ms honey from Matilda for reference, and Melissa just wants to ruin her and her innocence.

This is definitely kinky so I would understand if u don’t want to write it! But if you do their sex would definitely be kinky!🤭

-Caught in the moment-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Smut, very detailed Smut! Kinky

Warnings:yes! +18 Smut, Kinks

Summary:Melissa decides to show you what it was like to be with a real woman.

Hi! I love your username, it made me laugh a lot. I hope you like it, enjoy it and that it's what you expected 💞💞

Usually innocence went hand in hand with one's age, the younger one, the more innocent. But lately almost no one preserves their innocence, children from a very young age already know many things that perhaps they shouldn't, it was noticeable in their vocabulary and in their way of acting. They knew a lot about sex, drugs, and alcohol, lost their virginity at a very young age, and had almost no childhood anymore. Melissa knew all this, she saw it at school every day, especially in the slightly older students.

So accustomed to this behavior, she was surprised when you came to work at school, she never thought that the most innocent person there would end up being a teacher.

Mel loved your innocence, she actually loved disturbing it, she had so much fun making you nervous and making you stutter and blush. Barbara often called her out by telling her to stop bothering you, but as always, the redhead ignored her.

Your students called you Miss Honey because of how sweet you were to them, you always went above and beyond to protect and help them.

Many teachers loved you, but others didn't like the way you were, they thought that your innocence was just a façade...

Ava went into the teachers' room to make herself a coffee, everyone was there except you

-"What's up slackers" - she greeted everyone while grabbing her cup- "I need to know... What do you think about the new teacher?"-She whispered, looking for gossip

-"I think she's a good teacher, I haven't seen much of her classes but the kids love her for a reason" - Barbara commented truthfully

-"The other day when I was walking down the hallway I saw how she taught history to the little ones, they were so focused on her, I myself was attracted by the way she teaches and I stayed listening to her for a long time" - Jacob commented

-"Oh come on! Now that Janine is not here, the new girl is the new Janine, with her whiny voice and cheerful self... Help me here Melissa" - Ava kept insisting, trying to get some interesting comment out of them, but the redhead just shrugged her shoulders

-"I don't know, I like her" - Melissa said simply

-"Shocking" - Barbara commented, earning herself a blow to the arm from her friend.

-"Good morning my fellow pears" - You commented entering the room and everyone fell silent, especially Ava, without giving it much importance you started to make a coffee-"Anyone want more coffee?" - You offered and everyone refused, but Mel said yes and handed you her cup, which you carefully refilled and returned, the redhead brushed your hand smiling and took your wrist and brought you closer to her

-"Thank you little lamb" - Mel whispered kissing your wrist and then took a sip of her coffee humming, smiling and looking into your eyes- "Perfect and sweet like you..."-She whispered making you blush, her eyes, her smile, her lips on your wrist, everything she was was hypnotic, making it hard to take your gaze away from her. Someone coughed making you fall back into reality again

-"I made cookies, someone wants some?"-You offered to change the subject and avoid looking at the redhead, who followed your interaction with a lot of curiosity.

This wasn't the first time Mel had done that kind of thing only to see you blush and make you nervous, she did it so often that by this point others saw it as normal.

At the end of the break, you returned to your classroom with your students, who were excited to see you again.

Whenever Mel could, she would take advantage of the moment and pass by the door of your classroom just to listen to you talk to the children, conveniently your classroom was next to hers so she listened to you whenever she wanted.

-"Miss honey, a kid at lunchtime pushed me and my glasses broke" - A little boy commented to you with teary eyes just as the redhead was passing through the door, the boy was holding his glasses in his little hands and you sighed kneeling beside him with a soft expression, letting your flowery dress touch the ground, carefully you took his glasses and caressed his little face

-"I'm so sorry little one, do you know who it was?" - You asked him and he nodded-"Very well, I'll talk to their parents after school, yes?" - You whispered, and the little guy nodded again-"Would a hug make you feel better?" - The little boy nodded and you hugged him tight while he let out a few little sobs-"I'll fix your glasses right now" - You whispered hugging him and looked at the others kids-"Kids, do we have a friend who hasn't had a good day, any ideas to make him feel better?" - You asked questions and the kids started saying good ideas to help him, Mel smiled and went on her way.

At the end of the day, when almost all the children had left, you stayed at the school waiting for the parents of the child who had hit and broken your student's glasses. The aggressive kid was a few years older than your students, so he had more strength, and for some reason he had an arrogant smile as you waited for their parents.

Melissa was about to go to her car when she saw you in the driveway with the student, so she stayed next to you

-"Hi little lamb... You okay?" - She whispered and you nodded, avoiding looking her in the eye

-"Yes... I'm just waiting for his parents... That here they come" - You whispered seeing the student's parents. You tried to calmly and kindly explain the situation to them, but they were quite aggressive and defended their child at all costs, which made you understand why the boy had such an arrogant smile, he knew he wouldn't be in trouble because his parents stood up for him always

-"Look, I understand if you want to trust your son and his behavior, but many saw him push and hit one of my students and broke his glasses, I wish he would at least apologize or help the parents pay for his new glasses..."-You said, trying to make your voice as firm as possible

-"You're not going to come and tell us what to do or how to raise him"-They answered you in a bad way and you sighed

-"No one is imposing any of that on you , but if you don't start correcting and disciplining your child, he's going to get into more and more trouble... And he maybe ends up being a bad person" - You whispered without much confidence

-"Are you accusing my son of being a bad person? Who do you think you are?" - One of the parents got very angry and accused you by pushing your shoulder

-"Hey, let's calm down" - Melissa tried to diffuse the situation

-"No, that's not what I meant... I meant that if you don't discipline him he could end up being disrespectful and aggressive like you" - You didn't want to say it like that, but nerves got the words out before you could register them. And before you could correct yourself, a fist blocked your view. One of the parents had struck you with his fist over one of your eyes, stumbling you up and making you take a few steps back

-"Hey asshole!" - Melissa screamed and hit him back, standing up for you. The blow left you a little dizzy and you didn't register much more of what happened until Mel guided you to your classroom and brought an ice pack for your eye-"Are you with me litte lamb?" - she whispered putting the ice in your eye and you nodded

-"Are they gone?" - You asked sitting on a table looking at her with your good eye

-"Yes... Mr. Johnson called the police and they took care of it... It's cute how you wanted to defend your student, but we need to work on your reflexes..."-she joked and you nodded

-"Yeah... Thank you for standing up for me...and for this" - You pointed to the ice she was still holding, Mel smiled and carefully stroked your cheek

-"Don't even mention it" - She whispered and you couldn't help but smile at her, taking advantage of how close she was to admire her beauty, but the redhead frowned-"Stop looking at me like that" - Whispered

-"Why?" - You laughed

-"You look at me like a deer dazzled down by the lights of a car" - The redhead was still frowning

-"I'm dazzle by your gorgeous face..." - You whispered embarrassedly and she laughed

-"If you're going to flirt, at least do it with confidence... Do you want me to teach you? "-She joked and you jokingly shoved her

-"Maybe I don't know much about sex or that, but I know how to flirt, you just make me nervous..." - You confessed a little embarrassed

-"Do you want to learn?" - Mel whispered and stood between your legs, you looked up in confusion

-"What?" - you asked

-"If you want me to teach you, about sex... I'm sure if you know more about sex you'd be more confident to flirt with me" - she commented with an arrogant smile and you rolled your eyes

-"I don't think that fixes things, I'm shy by nature..."-You murmured looking away from her, tired of her making fun of you

-"Hey..."-Mel grabbed your jaw making you look at her-"I'm not making fun of you, I'm trying to make you understand how much I'm attracted to you...Look hon, I'm an older woman, I know what I want and like and I won't be messing around anymore, I  want you, I love how you are, but I want to ruin that innocence and make you mine, I want the most inappropriate memories to come to your head when you think of me..."-she responded making you blush more, but you were too nervous to be able to respond-"Jesus! I'm telling you all these things and you keep looking at me with that innocent face, as if I didn't notice how you look at me out of the corner of your eye or how you look at my breasts when I bend down... Please tell me this isn't just my imagination because I'm going crazy..."-Melissa whispered, setting the ice on the table, you barely smiled and kissed the tip of her nose, which confused the redhead as she didn't expect that

-"I like you... But... I've never been with a woman, I don't know how to do any of this..."-You whispered embarrassedly and the redhead laughed caressing your jaw

-"Leave it to me, you just relax and enjoy" - She whispered before kissing your lip softly and slowly. Her lips were soft and had a little cherry flavor from her lipstick, they were plump and strong, expert at kissing. A shiver ran down your head, down your spine and down your feet as her teeth brushed your lips and she took a gentle bite pulling a little, an involuntary moan escaped your lips and you blushed a lot as you listened to yourself. You knew how to kiss, you'd done it several times, but she was something unlike anything you'd tried before. Mel smiled arrogantly as she listened to you and looked into your eyes with great desire, as if with your moan you would have activated something animalistic in her. Her firm hands rested on your thighs without taking her eyes off your face

-"You know? Your dresses always drive me crazy... But your moans are something else..."-she whispered over your lips and began to kiss your jaw as her hands lifted your floral dress a little so she could caress your skin, her nails purposely scratched your legs and you moaned softly again. Her kisses on your neck, her body against yours, her hands, everything around you was Melissa, and you couldn't be happier about it.

Mel began to kiss the neckline of your dress, gently biting your breasts as her hand moved up your leg reaching for the edge of your underwear

-"Mel..."-Her name came out like a groan from your mouth, in the ears of the redhead it sounded as if the angels were singing praises to god-"We're still in school, what if someone comes?" - Your voice trembled, but not with fear, but with pleasure

-"There's no one left, there's only Mr. Johnson cleaning the classrooms, but it will take a long time for him to get here..."-She whispered and pulled your dress up to your waist, smiling at the sight of your pink underwear with small flowers-"God, I want to ruin you so bad"-She murmured in a deep voice and knelt in front of you, licking her lips as if you were a delicious dish and she was a hungry woman who hadn't eaten in months. You tried to close your legs a little so you wouldn't feel so vulnerable, but the redhead grabbed your knees avoiding it. She carefully grabbed one of your legs and began kissing it from your knee to almost your crotch, taking small bites along the way. And you just thought about how pathetic you should look trying to hold back your moans.-"I told you to relax..."-Melissa murmured against your thigh as if she could read your mind. Her free hand moved up your body to your chest and gently pushed you so that you were laying over the table, resting on your shoulders so that you wouldn't lie completely flat. Because of that position your legs spread further apart and that satisfied the redhead. With the tip of her nose, Melissa brushed and pressed her nose on your crotch over your underwear, causing you to shiver and a gasp to come out of your mouth as you let your head fall back-"That's it, relax..."-she whispered, and her nose brushed your crotch again, specially over the wet patch that had formed in your underwear. Which made her smile arrogantly when she saw how wet you were thanks to her. Gently she blew air from her mouth on where it was wet, giving you chills from how cold it felt. Her tongue traveled the same path her nose had traveled, it felt soft, the mixture of your juices with her saliva, but also the underwear generated friction against your fols and clit, which made you move your hips against her mouth, looking for more of it, more of her.

Mel pulled your underwear to the side without taking it off, coming face to face with your dripping entrance. Two of her fingers collected your juices and then spread it all over your vagina, then kept your lips open and separated. Your entrance was practically beating at this point, begging for her, for something else

-"Look at you, you don't look so innocent now little lamb..." - she whispered before burying her face between your legs. Her plump lips expertly sucked on your clit, alternating with the tip of her tongue to play with it too. At this point you were so wet that it was spreading down her chin and even wetting your desk. The redhead clawed at your legs again as her tongue penetrated you as deep as it could. At this point your moans were animalistic and desperate. You carefully rested your body on one of your hands and with the other you grabbed her hair by pulling it and pushing her face deeper and closer to you, without worrying if she could breathe or not. When the redhead's nose pressed down on your button, you started riding it on her face and it was a matter of seconds until you came on her face, letting out your loudest moan along with her name and a few insults. Without much strength you lay back completely on your desk while the redhead continued to lick your folds trying to make sure nothing went to waste. Your breathing was ragged and you felt like you were on another planet, as Melissa kissed your legs softly trying to help you come back to reality.

The moment your body reacted and you opened your eyes staring at the ceiling, your blood ran cold

-"FUCK!" - You screamed and Mel looked at you worriedly, when she followed your gaze, she saw on the ceiling a very well hidden, almost imperceptible camera, camera that had probably captured everything that had happened and that it was surely hiding and recording in Ava's office.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hi!! i love your fics!

i was wondering whether i can request melissa x reader with prompt 59, please

melissa doesn’t understand how r can find her body attractive so r proceeds to point out reasons why she loves mel and her body

you can choose the direction from there :)

Take My Word, My Word Is Truth ~Top!Melissa Schemmenti xFem Partner!Switch!Reader

Summary— Melissa and Reader go to a Pennsylvania Education Gala. Melissa asks Reader about a compliment, so Reader shows Melissa exactly what she means… Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate them as well as your request! I would love to write this for you!! I went with mainly fluff and a little smut at the end. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#59. “You… find this attractive?”

Warnings: NSFW, light smut, mostly fluff, compliments, flustering, implied insecurity, implied self-worth issues, kissing, teasing, marking, light taunting, top/bottom relations, soft dom/sub implications, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Melissa walked out of her bedroom and down the stairs, waiting by the door.

“Are you ready, ‘hun?” The redhead called out to you in the kitchen.

“Yea coming!!” You called back.

You popped out of the kitchen, finishing putting on your shoes with a smile. Your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of Melissa. She and you were going to a PA education gala. And Melissa was wearing a long, fitting, dark green dress. You gulped and blushed slightly at the sight of the woman, coming up to her ready to go.

“You look… really good…” you breathed out the compliment.

Melissa looked away and blushed lightly.

She never could take a compliment.

“Oh hush now, we’re going to be late…!” The older woman exclaimed, dramatically dragging you out of the house.

The gala itself was a little boring. The only thing redeeming was the free alcohol and getting to see Melissa all dressed up and sexy. The redhead could feel your gaze on you all night.

Later on, as Melissa and you, arms linked were making your rounds to her colleagues. You eventually reached Barbara, one of Melissa’s closest teacher friends.

“Y/N, it is lovely to finally meet you, my dear!” Barbara exclaimed, taking you into a quick embrace, then pulling an older man into the conversation, “Melissa, Y/N, this is my husband.”

You all exchanged pleasantries, before Barbara began asking about you and Melissa.

“Yes, I am so lucky to be able to call this attractive woman my girlfriend…!” You exclaimed, squeezing Melissa’s arm in emphasis.

Melissas entire face practically went red at your comment, and she was quick to grab another drink to hide her reddened face. She cheekily nipped your side in retaliation, making you squeak.

After you and her had made all the rounds, the two of you sat at your table and shared a moment.

“Hey ‘Hun…?” Melissa spoke.

“Yea?” You chirped, looking at your redhead girlfriend.

“You… find this attractive?” She asked, your comment obviously still sticking out in her mind.

You gasped lightly at Melissa’s sudden vulnerable and insecure tone. It sounded like she was about to cry. You immediately took her hand in yours and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Of course I find you attractive, Baby… You are beautiful.” You comfort the woman.

Melissa then looked over to you with slightly watery eyes.

“You really mean that…?” She said in a cracked, wobbly tone.

Your heart nearly broke at the sight. You knew that Melissa hadn’t ever been loved and cared for properly, but it never ceased to make you distraught at how she wasn’t used to love and care and concern.

You took a deep breath and then got up. Melissa looked at you in question and confusion.

“Come on, Let’s go, Mel…” you hum under your breath.

“I… I don’t understand…” Melissa stammered, as you lead her by the hand out of the gala.

“Baby, we said our rounds to everybody, no one will think twice if we leave. And… there’s something I need to do.” You explain, hooking your arm around Melissa’s and leading her out into the cold night.

The drive home was fairly silent, you kept your right hand reassuringly wrapped around Melissa’s hands while you drove. You got home, and you had Melissa come sit with you on the living room couch. You placed a hand on your back and comforted the woman.

“What… what do you need to do…?” Melissa asked, recalling your comment as you had insisted on leaving the gala.

You turned to Melissa with a smile, then getting up and kneeling in front of the woman’s closed legs. Melissa breath caught in her throat, and she looked at you in question.

“I… w-what…?” She stammered, as you took her hands in her lap and comforted her.

You looked up at the woman with love and care in your gaze.

“It has come to my attention that you need to be reminded why you are so beautiful and attractive… and why you deserve to be showered with love.” You hum, bringing her hands to your lips and beginning to kiss each knuckle, one at a time.

Melissa blushed and turned her head to look away. You immediately stopped all your administrations.

“Nuh uh… look at me, amore…” you purr in insistence.

Melissa’s gaze bashfully turned back to you, her face reddened once more.

“Good girl, thank you, baby…” you hummed in praise, kissing her knuckles one by one once more.

Melissa watched your every move with growing and darkening pupils.

“God your hands are perfect…” you purred, as you began to kiss parts of her palms, “Not only do you use them everyday to help and educate your kids at school, but they’re so sexy…” you husked.

Melissa gulped and her mouth partially opened to speak (most likely to refute your compliments), but a firm cock of an eyebrow from you made Melissa sit in her flustered state and accept the praise.

Your kisses migrated to the redheads wrists and lower arms. You took even more time with each affectionate kiss, suck, and bite, leaving a few marks along the way.

“Your arms… are so strong and gorgeous…” you cooed lovingly, slowly moving from her left arm to her right, “You always hold up the weight of the world on them… But sometimes, it’s better to let people help you carry the weight, amore…”

Your kisses moved to her upper arms, and Melissa in response, instinctually opened her legs wide for you. You smirked and slotted yourself still on your knees, in between her legs, so that you were right up against the couch with your chest. Melissa’s heart and cunt flutter in tandem at your closeness.

Once you were satisfied with the arm kisses, you stood up and gave the woman your hand. She took it in curiosity and stood up.

“Your dress… The way it clings to your curves… the way the green accentuates your hair and eyes…” you hum, running your hands up and down the garment and her figure, “You look stunning, baby…”

Shivers run up and down Melissa’s spine. You then gently helped her out for the dress, letting it pool on the ground, before guiding Melissa to sit back on the couch.

You knelt back in between her legs, then proceeding to take her heels off. You kissed her feet, toe by toe, making sure to make eye contact with Melissa after each little suck, nibble, and kiss.

“Your feet… they’ve taken you so far in life… you’ve accomplished so much…” you purr, “And maybe one day, you’ll step on me with them…”

You said that last bit with a wink before moving on to kiss and suck along her legs and up to her knees, one leg at a time. Melissa nearly choked on her own breath from your words and wink. She hated to admit it, but all your praise was melting her heart. And making her wet…

You kissed and marked her legs up to her thighs, now on your standing knees looking up at Melissa.

“Your legs are precious… Also so strong, like the rest of you… They always look so pretty crushing my head…” you cooe cheekily, smirking at the end.

You spread her legs even further, before leaning down and starting to caress and love on her thighs. Melissas eyes fluttered and her mouth went silently open, as your hot mouthed kisses went towards her inner thighs, closer and closer to her core.

“Your thighs… they’re so thick and marvelous… love how they bounce when you walk… love how they suffocate me…” you husk.

Melissa had gotten the message. Her face was burning red and she was riled up enough. One of her hands snaked into your hair and tried to silently guide you or her core, implying how badly she needed you.

But you waved her off with ease, not done making your point. While one hand held her thighs open, your other snaked around the back of her neck. You looked up to the red head, guiding her to lean down toward you with your hand on her neck. You stared at the woman with unadulterated lust in your eyes and parted lips. Her gaze was now unabashedly meeting yours, filled with lust and joy.

You leaned forward and connected your lips to hers. Your lips intermingled with hers in a light, loving, yet passion filled kiss. But you pulled away much too soon to Melissa’s dismay, leaving her whimpering at the loss of contact.

“Your lips are better than perfection… they’re soft and plump… and so delicious…” you cooed lustfully into the redheads ear, “And your voice… God, I think I could cum from it alone…” you groaned out.

“Enough Cucciolina.” Melissa breathed out, her tone low, sultry, and filled with lust.

Your breath hitched at the pet name, and you bit your lip, awaiting the woman’s next words eagerly. Melissa then guided your head back down to her cunt. She gazed down upon you on your knees, her eyes dark and dominating, now believing in her power thanks to your praise and showing her.

“I keep hearing all this talk about how attractive you find me…” she purred, “That’s all talk… Why don’t ya’ show me, Cucciola…?”

Your eyes widened and you blushed slightly. Her hand then urged you face first into her clothed clit and you happily teased the woman through the thin material. You groaned, quickly taking your hand from her neck and scrambling to remove her panties. Melissa shifted her hips upward, and you quickly removed the lousy excuse for underwear, throwing it aside.

“You’re so beautiful…” you groaned, as you caught sight of the woman’s gleaming, slick pussy, before diving into her cunt and making Melissa’s head loll back with a moan.

~~~

Melissa Schemmenti Masterlist

[marilynthornhilllover]

I think, I like this little life

Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader.

Warning: fluff, one curse word, slight bullying, trust issues.

It's not like you intended to be annoying - I mean that came naturally and to be honest you had no idea how ava managed to hire you, after repetitively saying that she wouldn't, and if she did she'd have to be stone cold drunk. But the truth is ava needed teachers and as much as she needed them she needed you.

You graduated top of your class and had the credentials that she was looking for in resumes. After two weeks of silence. Literally silence, no emails, no phone call, no mails nothing. While in this period you sat at home while your girlfriend melissa went to work.

When melissa returned home one afternoon with a letter of acceptance you were over joyed. You loved being the kids Art teacher. Seeing the smile on their faces everytime they would paint or go on little arts and craft adventures around the scool. You gained teacher of the month many times and even got a promotion for being the children's favorite teacher.

The kids and their parents loved you, you were kind, respectful, tolerable and definitely fun to be around. You hosted many field trips, fundraisers, community walks etc. Its safe to say that even Janine was the one behind all of this.

Since arriving at abbot the other teachers were.... well asides from melissa, Barbara Janine and even sometimes ava, some of them weren't the friendliest, especially since you were the youngest amongst them. Janine was like your sister. She would sit with you at lunch, sometimes even bring you lunch, she'd watch your class when you had other places to be.

She'd vote for you for best teachers promoted awards came around, back up your ideas in teachers conference meetings, help you clean up after class or school. Janine was an absolute angel. Since winter break ava employed more teachers, since some of the other ones left.

One of thoses teachers being no other than tiktoks biggest sensation jessca. Let's just say you both were the same age, and had the same fashion style, not only that but the both of you loved tiktok and shared the same exact interests. Ever since becoming friends with Jessca, you and Janine's friendship wasn't exactly the same.

Janine noticed this but she stayed silent, she wasn't excalty jealous but anyone would feel hurt if their partner in crime all of a sudden had another partner in crime. Melissa also noticed this and tried to have a decent conversation with you at home but you just thought that she was also feeling a bit jealous, of course, she was.

It was that time of month again. Best teachers promoted awards. Everyone gathered in the lunch room and took their seats as they waited for ava to arrive. Usually she'd be late, because she has this mentality of not wanting anyone else to arrive after her. Which there's nothing wrong with that but ava will always be ava and in her book that's being " uptight and disrespectful".

You and jessca arrive in the lunch room giggling as you both held eachothers hand in hand. You both would always make silly jokes or always repeat silly tiktok slangs and this week it's been " I think I like this little life". You'd both say it when your feeling nostalgic or extremely happy.

" Oh y/n look we're early," jessca said as you both stopped dead in your tracks after entering as if you'd both had seen a ghost. You both slowly turn you heads towards each other before a sheepish smile became evident on both your faces.

" I think I like this little life" you both said in unison before erupting into a fit of laughter. Janine rolled her eyes before purposely butting into Melissa's elbow and giving her that look. Melissa shrugged her shoulders while returning the " I don't know what else to do look" while Barbara on the other hand looked at you and cringed.

Everyone stopped their conversation with effect when ava entered the room. The sound of her heels making her known. She cleared her throat as she entered, taking her time to look at everyone with her hawk eyes before also taking her seat.

" alright folks, let's make this short and sweet I've got my soon to be fiance one the phone waiting for me so we can run off to the Maldives" she spoke as she seductively bit her long acrylic nail. " you mean your burger King double down order" jessca muttered. Ava turned her body and she flipped her hair back.

" got sup'na you wanna say bunny face?" Anyone could clearly hear the insult that ava was trying to implie in her statement. There were some scattered "oh's" from some teachers who taught what ava had just said was the world's greatest comeback including Janine.

Jessca sighed before shaking her head at ava. Giving her a silent 'no' to her question. ava repositioned herself better in front of everyone. You could feel Melissa's gaze burning hard on you putting you in the hot seat but yet you didn't turn your eyes towards her. The meeting went on and was slowly coming to an end.

" ah yes and finally this meeting is coming to an end. Never again am I sitting my fine ass down on a chair this long again" ava mumbled before she took her place in the center of the room after standing. " as if you have a fine ass" you muttered behind Jessca's shoulder which you covered up as a cough as jessca chuckled.

Thankfully avas ears aren't as light as you thought they'd be but melissa sure as hell heard what you said, and they look of disappointment is written all over her face as she kept looking at you. It's not that she was jealous, nah, melissa trusts you and she loves you.

She's confident and knows that no one can make her girlfriend scream in bed as much as she does and plus jessca isn't even your type to begin with. So what's the problem you may ask? From Melissa's point of view or observation whatever you call it, she sees jessca as a bad influence - maybe because that's what she portraits herself as.

And plus melissa is a fifth grade teacher, thoses two things don't mix. Melissa tried to talk to you about it in warm composure at home but you wouldn't listen. Barbara tried to bring up the topic at breakfast but you fanned her off, Janine tried to talk to you but you'd rather do titkok trends with jessca, and ava noticed this all.

So the lady's all decided to come up with a plan to save your sorry ass before jessca makes you one of her insufferable titkok bitches that everyone despised with a burning passion.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when ava cleared her throat.

" the new teacher promotion goes to our 3rd in a row, ms y/l/n, you'll be in charge of the April festival were having with the kids for the schools community walk next week Saturday" everyone clapped and cheered for you except, of course Janine. Melissa clapped a little bit and Barbara gaved you that " you don't deserve me abusing my hands against eachother for you but ok" clap.

You turned to jessca and you both started screaming happily, suddenly you both stopped before melodic shouting " I think I like this little life". As everyone was emptying out from the room you noticed that ava, Melissa, janina, Barbara and Mr. Johnson stayed back and their conversation looked quite serious.

A week had pass and it was time for the April festival community walk, where the entire school would take a walk around the city spreading love by doing something kind or giving away candy, it was something the kids loved since some of them don't go to the city often.

It was Friday night and Melissa was acting strange. Well she's been acting strange since the meeting you witnessed after the teachers meeting. Melissa is Italian, that's her nature. But you knew her all too well. Yeah she acted strange the night before your wedding and other days but sometimes it's just anxiety but this time something was definitely up.

You emerged from the bathroom to see her sitting on the bed, glasses perched on her nose, laptop in hand. She glanced up at you before quickly averting her gaze away. See. Some weird shit was definitely going on. You didn't want to thing too much of it because you didn't want to think too lowly of her.

You forced a smile before sighing dramatically.

" mel" you whispered under your breath as you got comfy under the covers. She put down her laptop and got into the bed time mood as she placed her glasses down on the bedside table. She turned towards you before humming in response.

" if something was wrong or bothering you you'd tell me right?" You asked, a small appeared on her face, she kissed your forehead then you lips before wrapping her arms around your abdomen.

" course i would sweetheart" she muttered, almost in a sly tone as if she was about to commit the world's most best prank or worst crime. Morning came quickly and the both of you woke up early, prayed, do your daily affirmations, eat breakfast get ready then leave.

As you both arrived at the school everyone was already outside and lined up with their water bottles and snack basket. You didn't know why but you had a feeling something was coming your way because just as melissa did in the car the entire car ride everyone had a sinister smirk on their faces, like their apart of some sick cult or twisted game.

You got out of the car and walked up to the benches, and Just as you were about to take up a basket ava snatched it from you.

" hey!" You shouted at her. she mimicked you mockingly, causing Janine to chuckle.

" sorry girlfriend but you won't be needing this" she said looking at you knowingly, as if she knew something you didn't. You looked at her in utter confusion. Jessca appeared at Melissa's side and nudged her, melissa smiled before nodding secretly. Jessca came up behind you and tapped your shoulder.

" were gonna be cleaning the schools toilets today remember, it's our titkok challenge" you felt as if your brain was going to explode. When the hell did she say that?! She said it was going to be a vlog.

" y/n you signed up for weekend cleaner remember" Janine said in the most angelic voice as mr. Jackson came out when some mops and a Mr. Clean power spray bottle.

" no the fuck I didn't " you made sure that no of the camera crew heard or the children before turning back to look at ava who now had a piece of paper swinging in her hand. You snatched it from her and read it. Although you didn't sign it your signature was on it, perfectly written in gel ink. You and had a perfect idea who it could have been. You turned to look at Melissa who was now pretending to admire the freshly painted gate.

Barbara came up behind you and tapped your shoulder.

" you'll do great, plus after this walk the kids will be appreciative for a clean school on Monday. It's the weekend you've got all the time in the world darling" she winked before walking towards her class to get them ready.

You watched as Janine blowed you a kiss before walking to her kiss, as she tried her best not to look bacd and laugh in your face. Jessca had already ran off dying of laughter and the other teachers like Jeffery were snickering at you. You felt humiliated, betrayed and most of all sad.

Melissa chuckled as she grabbed you by the hips and pulled you in for a kiss. You looked up into her eyes and noticed a glint of love in them.

" cheer up sweetheart, it's only one day. And plus I'm taking you out next weekend" she spoke before smirking, her hands playing with your hair.

" take me with you" she chuckled before bringing your knuckles to her lips, leaving a red lipstick stain on them.

" no can do princess, I think I like this little life" she broke down into a fit of laugher before giving you one last hug and a kiss.

" andy o schemmenti " ava shouted.

" what the hell is andy o" melissa asked as she got on the bus.

" let's go in your naive language" ava replied.

" you mean Ándiamò?" Melissa asked, her accent thick as she pronounced the word properly. " that's what I said? Now don't be smart mouth before I put you to stand with you girlfriend out there, look how miserable she looks" everyone turned their face out their windows to look at you before laughing as the bus drove off.

Gosh karma really is a bitch.... and you don't like this little life.