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morgana-larkin · 2 days ago

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I was gonna have this out earlier but I was having major period cramps earlier so it's didn't really happen. Anyway, the story really takes a turn here. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Part 11

Just Tired - Part 12

Warnings: Manipulative relationship (Mentioned), Swearing, Smut

Words: 4.05k

Melissa wakes up and looks over to beside her and expects a young woman there only to find it empty. She then looks around and sees that she’s in your room and some memories come to her brain. She gets up, gets dressed and goes downstairs and sees you’re already up.

“Morning, how do you feel?” You ask her.

“Not so good.” She says. “My memories are a little hazy, why am I in your house?” She asks you.

“Well I wasn’t there the entire time so I can only tell you what I know.” You say to her and she nods. “I went there because Barb was worried about you and I found you dancing with some young woman. You threw up when I tried talking to you but we had a discussion right after to which you childishly walked away and went back to dance. I stayed to keep an eye on you and then you began making out with some girl, apparently to hurt me, and then I walked out. You followed after me, and also tripped, I brought you back here to clean up the cut and then you fell asleep.” You explain and Melissa takes a few seconds to process what you just said as some memories were coming back to her.

“I was such an ass to you.” She says and then comes to join you on the couch. You hand her a plate with some toast on it and she takes it. “Thank you.” She says and takes a bite.

“Why were you being an ass? You ignored me all week and then went on Friday and Saturday night to the bar alone. You mentioned that you thought I was moving on from you but nothing else. I mean why were you spiraling?”

“Because I thought I was losing you and you make me feel safe. So I thought I was losing what makes me feel safe.” She explains.

“Well you don’t have to worry about that, I’m not going anywhere.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Thank you.” She says softly. “And I’m sorry.”

“I understand. I’m your safety net right now and it’s scary when you think you could lose it.” You tell her and she looks down as a tear falls down her face. “Melissa.” You say and you gently grab her chin and get her to look at you. “I forgive you. I’m not mad at you at all. If anything I was worried about you.” You tell her and she looks at you in disbelief.

“You forgive me?” She asks softly and you nod. “But- but I hurt you and I wanted you to feel that way.”

“True, you intended to hurt me and I was upset that you were making out with a girl, but your emotions were getting the best of you and you acted out to try and protect yourself and make yourself feel better.” You tell her and she looks down again. “Melissa, did Joe tell you it wasn’t ok to cry?” You ask her and she nods without looking at you. “It’s ok to cry, it’s part of being human and crying makes you feel better.”

“No, it’s not ok, it’s…” She chokes out and doesn’t finish the sentence.

“It’s what? What did he tell you?”

“It means I’m too sensitive, too emotional and that it makes me look pathetic.” She says as more tears stream down her face.

“I can promise you right now that none of that is true.” You tell her and she looks at you. “You’re a strong independent woman, and maybe you’re a bit emotional right now but you just escaped hell. If you weren’t emotional then I’d be worried.” You tell her and you hear her sniffle as she tries to stop her crying. “Hey, you don’t have to stop, come here.” You tell her and she puts her plate down and she leans into your touch as you wrap your arms around her.

As soon as you begin hugging her, it’s like a dam breaks and Melissa starts crying. She wraps her arms around you and just cries into your chest. She just keeps crying for a few minutes and then she starts slowing down and starts sniffing. You begin stroking her head and rub her back and you feel her hug you tighter. You reach over to the table in front of the couch and grab the box of tissue and you hand it to her.

“Thank you.” She says, voice raspy from the crying as she grabs a tissue.

“I’ll always be here to help you, Melissa.” You tell her and give her a kiss on the top of her head.

“How did I get so lucky with you?”

“Well maybe the universe made sure I was born so that I could help you.” You tell her and she hums.

“I’m glad you were born.” She says.

“Me too.” You tell her and wrap your arms around her. “By the way, yesterday you mentioned something and I want to know if it’s true.” You say.

“What did I say?”

“You said that you told those 2 girls not to touch you when they took you home. Is that true?”

“Ya, I couldn’t go through with it. I mean how could I when all I thought about was you?” She says and you lean your head on top of her head.

“That girl I went home with, I imagined you the entire time.” You tell her and she lifts her head up and looks at you.

“I’m sorry that I’m not ready for anything. Right now I need something casual or one night or even friends.” She says and you cup her cheek.

“I understand.” You tell her and she looks into your eyes. “Maybe… maybe you'd be interested in casual dating.” You say to her.

“What’s casual dating?”

“Well it’s two people that date but they’re not in a relationship, they don’t put a title on it. They can go on dates or have sex, but it’s not exclusive.” You explain.

“That does sound nice but I don’t really want to try dating apps or anything to find someone like that.” She says and looks down.

“Well maybe…we could.” You offer and she looks at you.

“Are you offering to be my casual date?” She asks and you nod. “Why?”

“Because we’re both attracted to each other but you’re not wanting to be in a relationship right now, so maybe we can explore some casual dating with each other.” You explain and she looks down as she thinks about it.

“Are you sure?” She asks and you nod.

“I’m sure.” You say and she sits up.

“Well I guess that leaves one question then.” She says and you quirk your eyebrows. “Will you go on a date with me?” She asks and you smile before nodding.

“Yes I will.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Is tonight good for you?” She asks you and you nod.

“I did everything yesterday so I got nothing going on today.” You say.

“Can you drive me to Barb’s house? I would like to get ready for this date.” She says and you look at your phone.

“It’s 9am, when do you want to go on this date?” You ask her.

“Noon?” She asks and you chuckle.

“Ok, noon it is.” You confirm and then you drive her to Barb’s. “Hey Barb.” You tell her as you and Melissa walk through the door.

“Oh Melissa, are you ok?” She asks her.

“I’m alright, Y/n helped me yesterday and this morning. And I want to say I’m sorry for snapping at you and I hope you’re not mad at me.” She says to Barb.

“I was never mad at you, Melissa. I was so worried about you and I didn’t know what to do.” She says to Melissa and Melissa goes and hugs her. “Melissa, you’ve been my friend for 15 years, it’ll take a lot more than you snapping and slamming a door in my face to push me away.”

“Thank you, Barb.” She says and then turns to you. “I’ll see you in a few hours?” She asks you and you smile and nod.

“Am I picking you up or are you picking me up?”

“Hm, I’ll come pick you up.” She tells you and you nod.

“See you soon.” You say and then leave.

“So want to tell me what you guys are doing later?” Barb asks her.

“She told me about this thing called casual dating, where we date but we don’t have a relationship and we could still do physical things like kiss if we want.” She explains to Barb.

“So you two are dating then?”

“If today goes well then hopefully.” Melissa says with a smile before she goes upstairs to get ready.

Melissa pulls up a couple minutes after noon and knocks on your door. You open the door and Melissa's eyes widen and her brain freezes when she sees your outfit.

“Wow.” Melissa says breathlessly when she takes in your little red dress that gives her a view of your cleavage and bottom of your thighs. You blush at her compliment and then look at her outfit.

“You look beautiful, Melissa, absolutely beautiful.” You tell her as you take in her outfit. She’s wearing the iconic leather pants and jacket and a very revealing and beautiful pink shirt. You also notice that she decided to have her hair in a ponytail and she did her makeup a bit differently.

“Thanks hon, are you ready?”

“Yep, where are we going?” You ask her.

“I thought of taking a walk in the park and stop by the ice cream shop and if you’re up for it, go to my room after.” She says and you quirk an eyebrow at her.

“Your room for what exactly? Talk? Make out? Sex?” You ask her.

“Any of those I wouldn’t mind to be honest.” She tells you and you playfully shove her as you walk past her and she giggles.

Melissa drives you both to the park and you get out and have a stroll through it.

“So do you have any questions you want to ask, get to know me better?” Melissa asks you.

“Does this mean I have free range and will actually get answers?” You counter and she hums.

“Maybe, you won’t know unless you ask.” She says

“Alright, we can start easy, you said you have 8 siblings right?” You ask and she nods.

“Can’t believe you remember that but yes, 5 sisters and 3 brothers.” She tells you.

“And what are their names?” You ask her.

“Well there’s Kristen Marie, Marie, Marie Camille, Maria Christina, sister Toni, brother Tony, John Anthony and Seamus.” She says.

“Seamus? Why is his name so different from the others?”

“Different dad.” She tells you and you nod.

“Do you have a favourite sibling?”

“No, they’re all annoying.” She says but you can tell she loved all of them.

“Have you told any of them about your pending divorce?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“I’ll only tell them when I’m actually divorced.” She tells you.

“Don’t you think they might ask questions on Thanksgiving or even Christmas when Joe is not there?” You ask and she hums.

“I didn’t think about that.” Is all she says. “My family doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving but we do celebrate Christmas and it’s Marie’s turn this year to host the Christmas dinner.” She tells you.

“You said you were the oldest sibling, so shouldn’t they have some respect for you? So I’m sure they won’t mind that you’re getting a divorce.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“Hon, this is an Italian family. They can be old fashioned at times.”

“You said they’ll only take you out of the loop, but they’ll still be your family.” You tell her and she shrugs.

“I guess. Since you asked some family questions, I want to ask you some.” She tells you and you nod.

“Ask away.” You tell her and she goes and asks a few questions about your family as you both walk around the park. She finishes asking you questions and you notice the tire swing is free. “Come on.” You say and take her hand before leading her to the tire.

“Where are you taking me?” She asks while laughing.

“To the tire swing of course!” You say and tell her to get on.

“Hon, I’m too old for it.” She says and crosses her arms.

“Get on the damn tire.” You say and challenge her with your gaze. She sighs before she goes and gets on the tire. She gets on one side and rests her feet in the middle of the tire on the other side. You go underneath the tire and pop up in the middle of it, in between her legs.

“Well that’s a view.” She says and you roll your eyes playfully before you hold the rope of the tire and do a run and jump on the tire, with your legs in between hers, as it starts swinging you both. You see Melissa starts laughing as you both swing on it and you decide to do something extra. You stop the tire from swinging and stand back in the middle before you start spinning it around, twisting the rope. “What are you doing?” She asks and you smirk.

“You’ll see.”

“I don’t know if I want to find out as you’re smirking.” She says and you giggle. Once you’re satisfied you’ve twisted it enough, you do the run and jump again. Only this time it’s untwisting as it swings.

“Aaaahhh!” Melissa yells out before she starts laughing. “This is a lot of fun.” She says as you’re still swinging.

“I did this all the time as a kid.” You say.

“I don’t doubt that.” She says through giggles. When the swing stops, you stand in the middle again to get it to swing again but Melissa stops you by wrapping her legs around your waist and brings you closer to her.

“Careful Ms. Schemmenti, there’s kids around.” You tell with a flirty tone and she hums.

“How can I be careful when you’re in front of me, in between my legs?” She asks and you smile.

“You find it hot when I’m between your legs?” You ask her and she nods.

“Very much so.” She says and she leans forward for a kiss but you place a finger on her lips. “You’re stopping me again?” She asks after you remove your finger.

“Oh I’m going to kiss you but not in the middle of the playground.” You tell her and get out from the tire and go behind her and you grab the rope close to where her hands are and place your head on her shoulder. “Because when I start kissing you, I won’t want to stop.” You say and start spinning the tire, twisting the rope. Once you twist it quite a bit, you let go and watch as Melissa is spinning and laughing. Once it's done moving, she looks at you with a smile.

“Help me get off of this thing.” She says and you hold your hand out for her and she takes it and gets off. “Thank you, that was a lot of fun.” She tells you and you move back on the sidewalk as some kids come to play on the tire.

“How about we go to the ice cream shop now?” You ask her and she nods and she holds your hand as you walk to the ice cream shop. You both enter the shop and look at all the different choices before you decide on chocolate.

“Of course you go with chocolate, you chocoholic.” She says and you wink at her before she orders. You go and get your card out but then you hear a beep and look to see that Melissa already tapped her card on the machine and paid for both.

“You’re sneaky.” You say and she smiles at you before she gets handed her ice cream. A few seconds later you get handed yours. “Thank you.” You tell the worker and then you both walk out of the shop and start walking and eating your ice cream. Melissa glances at you as you take a big lick of your ice cream and she can’t help her mind from going places.

“Is there anything else that tongue is good at licking?” She asks and you look at her with a smirk.

“There is one other thing that I have some experience with.” You tell her and she gets wet between the legs.

“Let’s walk back to my car, and maybe drive us back to Barb’s? She’s not home right now and she won’t be home until the evening.” She says and you both start walking to her car while eating your ice cream.

You get back to her car just as you both finish eating and then you get in and she drives you both to her temporary home. You get out after putting her car in park and she lets you both in and you take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. You enter her room and close the door before you bring her to the bed and you both sit down on the side of the bed. You can tell she’s a bit nervous so you cup her cheek and get her to look at you.

“We don’t have to do anything.” You tell her.

“I want to do it with you but this time I’ll want to be touched.” She tells you and you hum.

“And not only will you be touched, you’ll have an orgasm or multiple ones.” You say and she blushes and looks away.

“It’s been awhile since that’s happened.” She says and you lean forward and kiss her. She wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you closer to her. She then leans forward and pushes you backward and you get on your back. While kissing her you take her leather jacket off and fling it across the room. She runs her hands all over her body before she holds your hands and moves your arms over your head. “Is there a zipper on the dress or do I just pull it off?” She asks and you smile.

“Just pull it off.” You say and help her as she pulls it off of you and she looks at your half naked body.

“God, you’re so sexy.” She says as she touches all over your body. You reach for the hem of her shirt and then you take it off and freeze when you see her boobs in a fantastic bra and you get a better look at them. “I think you’re obsessed with my tits.” She says.

“How could I not with how big they are?” You ask and she giggles before she gets on your lap and pulls you up in a seated position. She cups both your cheeks and kisses you before she trails her down and goes behind to unclip your bra. She flings it across the room without looking and touches all over your exposed stomach before she looks.

“You look so beautiful.” She says and you tuck a strand behind her ear and she leans into your touch.

“You’re so sweet. I want to see your body as well, are you ok with that?” You ask and she nods.

“Please.” She says and you immediately unclip her bra and take it off and your mouth waters at the sight. “Please touch them all you want, Joe barely touched them.” She says and you look at her in shock.

“He had access to these magnificent boobs and he barely touched them?” You ask and she nods. “He’s such a fucking idiot.” You say before you lean forward and put a nipple in your mouth. She gasps at the sensation and puts her hands in your hair so you don’t move. You pay attention to what gets the most noises out of her and repeat the movements that she likes the best. After you’re satisfied enough, you switch to the other one and do the same movements that she likes. She ends up pulling you off of her and gets you on your back and puts one of your nipples in her mouth. Pretty much anything she does will get sounds out of you and she’s enjoying pleasing you. When she finishes with both nipples she trails up to your neck and sucks on it. “Oh god, Melissa.” You gasp out and she smirks as she feels you rub your thighs together. She slowly peels your underwear off of you and sees how wet you are.

“You’re soaking.” She says and runs a finger through your folds and you moan and buck your hips.

“Please, I need you.” You beg and she smiles before she slips a finger inside of you and you gasp.

“You’re so wet and tight, you feel perfect.” She says as she starts pumping. She then adds another finger and you buck your hips before she pins you down with her free hand. She then curls her fingers inside of you and you see stars and she goes faster as well. She then trails her free hand down and circles your clit.

“Oh my god, don’t stop.” You say and she watches as you get closer and closer to an orgasm. You wrap your hands in her hair and tighten them as you’re at the edge. Melissa feels you clench around her fingers and your legs shake. You then let go and your orgasm rushes through you. “Oh my god.” You say as you catch your breath. You then wrap your arms around her waist and flip you both so you’re on top and she’s underneath you.

“Oof.” She says and then you kiss her and she moans into the kiss. You trail down to her neck and make sure to leave a couple hickeys on her neck. You then take off her leather pants and underwear and see how wet she is.

“You’re perfect.” You say and you see the blush that makes its way on her cheeks and you think she couldn’t look more beautiful. You kiss all over her chest as you play with a nipple and she’s moaning underneath you.

“Please, stick a finger inside of me.” She begs and how can you deny her anything? You trail a hand down and slip a finger inside her. “Oh my god, that feels so good.” She gasps out as you pump your finger inside of her.

You then go down to her pussy and you kiss her clit before you start licking and sucking on her. She starts bucking her hips and you pin her down as you keep going. She puts her hands in your hair and moves her hands all over your hair as you keep giving her pleasure. Melissa then feels her orgasm start to build and she almost can’t believe it. It keeps getting stronger and stronger as she gets closer to her orgasm and she tightens her hold on your hair.

“Oh god oh god! I’m so close!” She yells out before her orgasm washes all over her and she lets go of your hair.

“Do you want another one? I can give you two orgasms.” You offer and she chuckles.

“No, I’m good with just the one for now, come up here.” She tells you and you go lay beside her.

“How do you feel?” You ask her as she wraps an arm around you and pulls you to her body.

“I feel so good. I can’t even find the right words for how good I feel.” She says to you and you smile as you lay your head on her chest. “Thank you.” She tells you before she gives you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Anytime.” You tell her and wrap an arm around her waist and get comfortable. Melissa hums at the feeling and then she looks up at the ceiling and smiles.

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babytakeittothehead · 22 hours ago

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Fanfic recommendation - part 3

I’m back with a bunch of Mel x reader stories and 3 work wives stories that I love. There will definitely be a part 4 since you guys write a lot of good stuff 💚❤️ (the other parts: part 1 & part 2)

Melissa x reader:

It starts with a zero

The calm to her storm

What’s a soulmate

Hug, who the hell knew?

It did mean something

Second chances

What we do in the dark (this story is SO good but the author will probably never finish it but I really do recommend it. If you want a happy ending you can finish reading it in chapter 6)

I choose you every day

PESCA weekend: one bed

Little droplets of relief

The one where she swipes right (bottom Mel has a special place in my heart)

Needy (Mel’s version)

Mastermind

A broccoli, a baseball bat and a guinea pig (Sweet Cheeks mentioned!!)

Mia anima gemella

Code universe (Mel is the sweetest and most understanding girlfriend ever here)

Allow me

The games we play

Fine line (enemies to lovers)

To be near you

Red hover, red hover

Barbara x Melissa:

Piercings

Running up that hill

Taking care

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #lisa ann walter #work wives #barlissa #barbara x melissa #melissa x barbara #abott elementary fanfic #fanfic recommendation

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ankhsta · 3 days ago

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Rookie Pt. 2

You finally get home, relieved you throw your jacket on the ground and head straight to the couch, only to have your phone buzzes from an unknown number.

You: Who’s this?

The longer Melissa starred at the text the more anxious she got, what would she say? She wasn’t one to apologize, nor go out of her way to make sure you were okay. Instead she full on ignored the message. After all you were just the rookie.

——————

The day passes and you get ready for yet another day of hell. As if the previous day wasn’t already enough. Your classroom has a miss behaving student whose parent is impossible to reach. You already feel like you’re not cut out for this, explaining your outburst yesterday.

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You walk into Abbott, sign in, greet Janine then head straight to your classroom as always. Upon entering you see your classroom lights on. Confused and assuming it was Mr. Johnson, you enter and see Melissa Schemmenti effortlessly resting her head, eyes shut, waiting for you.

You took a moment to stare how at peace she looked, the way the sun had beamed on her hair giving that perfect auburn shine. The truth is she had got up early just to wait for you in your classroom.

——————

You cough and enter your classroom, lightly waking her up.

“Hey Y/N” She yawned.

“So you woke up bright and early to come trash on me, real dedicated.” you said sarcastically.

“Hon…” she whispered, “Do I make you mad?” she questioned blantly, as she was half asleep.

You looked dead at her for a good couple of seconds, wondering if she was playing some long term prank.

“Mad? No I enjoy someone criticizing each breath of mine, infact I love a constant reminder of how I can’t control twenty kids!” you scoff.

“Hon, I’m truly sorry. I genuinely didn’t think you even paid me mind.” she begins with, “How bout I make it up to ya?”

You stand frozen, was this even real? One day insulting the next day asking for forgiveness?

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REWIND TO YESTERDAY

“Melissa, you have got to stop pushing people away!” Barbara protested. “If you like her, you got to at-least be nice! You stay on that poor girl’s case.”

“I know Barb, it’s just that I dunno’ how to do these things, convey feelings and all that..” Melissa explained knowing she had never had feelings to even convey with her ex-Husband to begin with.

“Girl I’ve got to go, remember you can’t push away her if you like her!” Barbara explains while hanging up the phone.

—————— pt3 is gonna EAT (hopefully)

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iialethi · 6 months ago

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janeyseymour · 2 months ago

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Keep Her Around

Summary: You and Melissa have been married for years, unbeknownst to almost everyone in your life. And when you finally meet the Schemmentis, they only think you're Melissa's girlfriend.

WC: ~3.1k

It’s funny the way that Melissa Schemmenti lives her life. By day, she’s a second grade teacher at Abbott Elementary. By night, she’s out at the bars trying to forget about her problems.

You live life quite similarly. During the day, you’re a first grade teacher at Abbott Elementary. Come night, you’re usually out at a bar trying to decompress after the hectic days that you tend to have with your students.

And then one day, you and your coworker accidentally end up at the same bar.

“What are you doing here?” Melissa asks you as she approaches the stool next to yours.

You sigh and take a sip of your Labatt. “Needed a beer after today. You?”

“God,” the redhead groans when she sees what you’re sipping on. “Why are you drinking that shit when there’s Yuengling on tap?”

“Cheaper,” you sigh.

“By like, ten cents,” your coworker grumbles. “If you’re that broke, let me at least buy you a good beer.”

Melissa buying you one good beer ends up turning into four, and that night ends with the two of you going home together.

Fast forward a few years, and your relationship with the redhead is still relatively hidden. The only person that knows at the school is Barbara. Not even your principal knows because she failed to recognize that when you put in to change your address for your paycheck, it was identical to Melissa’s.

You don’t mind not having the world know about your relationship. Both you and your girlfriend are extremely private people, so it makes sense.

But then you propose, you elope the next weekend with Barbara Howard as your witness, and when you walk into work the following Monday, the rings that sit on your finger just so happen to catch sunlight snd sparkle.

“Woah!” Jacob’s eyes go wide. “Did you- did you get married?!”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “Yeah. What’d you do this weekend?”

“No, no, no,” the social studies teacher stammers out. “We are not changing the topic this quick!”

“Jacob,” Barbara groans as she walks into the staff lounge with your wife and Janine. “It is far too early for you to be up in arms about something on a Monday morning. Have mercy on me.”

“Y/N got married!” Jacob gestures to you wildly.

“You did what?” Janine gasps.

“Got married,” you state. “I don’t see why we have to make such a big deal out of-”

Unfortunately for your wife, the same sunbeam that caught your ring catches hers, and Jacob gasps again.

“Melissa! Did you- did you get married too? What the hell is going on here?!” The redhead just nods with a smirk as she holds her left hand up.

“What?” Janine turns to look at her work aunt in shock. “What the hell guys? I didn’t even know either of you were dating, much less engaged to be married!”

“Yeah,” you sigh as you stand to make Melissa her coffee. If the secret is about to come out, you might as well start being the good life partner that you usually are at home. “We didn’t tell no one for a reason. Babe, your usual?”

It takes about a second for your words to sink in for the two nosey teachers that you suppose you call friends. “What?” they both ask incredulously. Then they look to Barbara who just seems amused.

“Aren’t you surprised your best friend hid this from you?”

“I didn’t hide nothin’, lowercase,” your wife snorts.

Barb looks incredibly smug before revealing, “I was their witness.”

“What?” Jacob shouts at the same time that Ava, Gregory, and Mr. Johnson walk into the staff lounge. “Did any of you know that Y/N and Melissa were together, much less that they got married over the weekend?”

“That is news to me,” Gregory states in his usual monotone. Then he lets a smile slip through. “Congratulations.”

“Damn, that means MILF Manor is s possibility for-”

“Enough,” you cut off your boss. “Melissa and I got married, but we’ve been together for years, living together for years. This doesn’t change much in the grand scheme of it all.”

You can tell that Janine is going to argue, but thankfully, the coffee has finished brewing, and you can pour your wife her mug before exiting the room with a roll of your eyes.

Later, Mr. Johnson gives a talking head that he’s been aware of your relationship for quite some time now. He just grins at the cameraman, stating that this isn’t the first time a workplace romance has budded. Then he smirks. “They aren’t the first. No. That was me, all those years ago.”

It’s later that day that you and your wife are laying on the couch watching whatever reality television show Melissa put on. You suppose you should say she’s watching, you’re laying down reading a book. It’s nice that the two of you can sit in a comfortable silence, both doing completely different things while still enjoying each other’s company. The quiet between the two of you is broken when your wife sighs from above you, her hand going to run its way through your hair.

“What is it?” you ask her gently.

The redhead just takes a deep breath again before shrugging. “Nothin’.”

“That’s the loudest nothing I’ve ever heard,” you tease as you sit up and set your book on the coffee table. “What’s on your mind, babe?”

“It’s weird that the crew knows now,” Melissa muses. “But at least now maybe on the rare day that the two of us are actually on the same schedule, we’ll be able to take the same car to work.”

“We always could’ve done that,” you chuckle. “We’re normally the first two in anyway, aside from Mr. Johnson.”

Your wife mulls this thought over in her head before shrugging. “Well, since they know… I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before Janine spills the beans to Kristen Marie.”

“That’s what you’re thinking about?” you ask. “If it’s just that, I can pull mini into my room tomorrow and threaten her life… not that I would do anything, but I know a guy.”

“I’m your guy, dumb ass,” Melissa lets out a belly laugh. “And no, I think… maybe it’s time we tell the Schemmenti family?”

Both brows raise an incredible amount. In all of the years that you’ve been together, the redhead has never mentioned introducing you to her family. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” your wife sighs softly. “I think it’s time I stop being afraid of what my family has to say and just… bite the bullet. And then maybe bite the dust depending on what they have to say to me about us.”

“So dramatic,” you roll your eyes playfully. “My god.”

“You love me for my dramatics remember,” Melissa chuckles. “Would you be open to meetin’ my family?”

You roll your eyes. “Babe, I’ve been ready for years. I was just waiting for you to be ready.”

“I-” your wife hesitates. “I am ready. You deserve to be shown off for the wonderful wife that you are to me.”

And so, a few weeks later, you’re walking into your very first Schemmenti family dinner at Theresa’s house.

“Hi Ma,” your wife smiles that dazzling smile of hers. “This is Y/N, my-”

“Your girlfriend,” Theresa states, arms folded over her chest and giving you quite the judgmental look. It’s very clear where Melissa inherited her traits from.

The redhead goes to cut in and correct her mother, but the matriarch of the Schemmenti household continues. “She told us you were pretty.”

“Thank you?” you smile awkwardly.

Theresa shakes her head. “I didn’t tell you what I thought of you- only what Melissa said.”

“Ma!”

“I’m just stating a fact,” the mother rolls her eyes. “And if you would’ve let me continue, I would’ve said she was correct in saying that.”

“Thank you,” you say with certainty now. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I do hope I’ll be able to say the same things about you tonight. Come in. You’re the first ones here, but I’m sure the others will be here soon,” Theresa turns and walks in towards the kitchen. “Can’t resist my cooking, the gavones,” she mumbles to herself.

While the matriarch of the family walks away, Melissa goes to follow. You take her gently by the arm to hold her back though.

“She thinks I’m just your girlfriend,” you mumble into your wife’s ear. “What do we do?”

Melissa shrugs. “Maybe we just let her think that for a bit? Let her ease into it? She seems to like you so far.”

“That was her liking me?” you raise a brow as you slip your rings off and into your pocket.

“She didn’t outright tell you to leave, and she told you you were pretty. By Schemmenti standards, she already adores you,” your wife chuckles as she follows your actions. “And she’ll only continue to love you when you work your charm.”

“I don’t have charm, Lis,” you roll your eyes, but you do pull her in for a quick kiss. “I’m a dork.”

“A dork that I love,” Melissa smiles against your lips. “Just be you. Quick witted and sweet. The best of both worlds. And take her up on her offer for wine, and never say no when she asks if you’d like more- at least until your fourth serving.”

“Fourth serving?” your eyes widen. “Babe, I don’t know if I can-”

“I’ll subtly take some of the food off of your plate, but just… trust me?”

With a sigh, you nod. “I guess you know your family better than I do.”

Meeting the rest of the Schemmenti clan is… interesting. All of her siblings have something to say that your wife promises you are them showing that they like you, even if you don’t think so. They have quite an odd dynamic as a family, you must say. As dinner goes on, you would dare to say that they might just tolerate you, but your wife promises you that they are loving you.

And the kids in the family absolutely adore you. Even the youngest baby who won’t go to anybody but her parents finds herself nestled in your arms at one point during the night while she absentmindedly plays with your hair and necklace.

“I don’t know how you just did that,” Melissa mumbles from next to you. Her hand gently cups the side of your head as she pulls you in to kiss your temple. “I’m usually the baby whisperer in this family, and even I can’t get the little bugger to sit with me.”

You just look down at the little girl in your arms. “She’s just a little shy is all,” you mumble as you press a kiss to the top of her head.

Eventually though, your wife’s brother takes back his baby, and you sigh softly. “I just have to use the bathroom,” you tell the redhead quietly. “I’ll be right back.”

Melissa nods with a smile.

“On my way back, do you want another glass of wine?”

“Please,” your wife smiles. “Thanks, hun.”

With that, you head to the restroom upstairs. As soon as your out of sight, Melissa’s family members are staring at her.

“What? I got somethin’ in my teeth?”

“Yeah,” Kristen Marie lies.

“Kristen Marie,” Theresa stops the quarrel before it can even start. “No.”

“Then what, Ma?”

“That girlfriend of yours…” the matriarch starts, and immediately the redhead is ready to defend your honor. When Theresa follows with, “I like her. A lot more than I ever liked Joe, and you ended up married to that stronzo.”

“She’s even good with Sophia,” Marie puts in her opinion.

“And how long of the two of you been together?” Seamus asks.

“Long enough,” Melissa shrugs.

“You plannin’ on keepin’ her around?” Kristen Marie questions. “You know… for a long time? Maybe forever?”

Green eyes twinkle. “Maybe.”

“I think you should consider it,” Theresa suggests. “She fits right in. Pretty, witty, a teacher… she balances you out nicely with her sweetness.”

“I can be sweet too, Ma,” your wife rolls her eyes.

“Oh, you know what I mean,” the mother huffs. “Just… consider it.”

It’s then that you make your way back into the living room with the promised glass of wine for your wife. “What’d I miss?”

“Nothin’,” Melissa mumbles.

“That was the loudest nothin’ I ever heard,” Kristen Marie laughs. “Just teasin’ ol’ red, as usual.”

“I’m not even two years older than you,” your wife grumbles at her sister.

“Still old.”

“Girls,” Theresa cuts in.

It’s a bit later when the two of you bid farewell to the Schemmenti clan with hugs, and you get a kiss on the cheek from Theresa Schemmenti herself.

As soon as you’re in the privacy of your car, Melissa begins to cackle with laughter. You look to her as though she has three heads.

“What’s so funny, babe?”

“They love you!” the redhead continues to wheeze with laughter.

“And that’s funny because…?”

“Hun, they were basically tellin’ me to marry you while you went to the bathroom,” your wife wipes at the tears forming around her eyes.

“Oh,” you break out into a smile, and then you can’t contain your giggles either. “That- that’s hilarious!”

“I can’t with my family sometimes,” the redhead chuckles out as she begins to pull herself together to drive home.

You lace your fingers with your wife’s. But then you remember that you don’t have your rings on again, so you disentangle your hands, slip them back on, and then return to your position. Melissa does the same. “Should we tell them? Or do we just continue to let them think we’re girlfriends until they figure it out?”

“Who knows?” the redhead laughs. “For as smart as we can be, we can also be absolutely oblivious. Why do you think I didn’t realize you had a thing for me for as long as you did?”

“Well, I’m for whatever you think we should do. But I think it’d be hilarious if it got to a point where we had to have a fake wedding to appease them,” you laugh.

“Now that would be something,” Melissa hums. “We never did have a real wedding.” And then she pulls away and heads for home.

Only once the two of you are back at the house does the cameraman interview the two of you.

“Should I have told my family that me an’ my ‘girlfriend’ have been married for years before I let them meet for the first time, or should I just keep trying to slip it in? Because now they’re trying to hint that I should propose, and I’m wondering if it might just be easier to do a fake wedding,” Melissa tells the man. “My wife’s on board because she’s fantastic.” She finishes her spiel with a kiss to your cheek. You can only grin.

It’s about a month later that you head back over to the Schemmenti household for family dinner again. This time, you wear your rings, but the family doesn’t notice- the both of you wear a few rings as it is, so they blend in. When you go to the bathroom again, your wife’s family only continues to ask why she hasn’t asked you to marry you yet, and when is she going to grow the balls.

“If you don’t, I’ll ask her to marry me,” Seamus laughs.

Green eyes stare into his eyes. “Over my dead body.”

When you return from the bathroom with another glass of wine for your wife and settle into her hold, you can’t help but feel how she holds you just the slightest bit tighter.

“Give me your engagement ring, and move your band over to another finger,” Melissa whispers into your ear.

You give her a slightly curious look, but do as told. No sooner is your wife down on one knee asking you to marry her (for the second time). Of course, you agree to marry her. The Schemmenti’s are overjoyed.

And when you get into the car and ask her what that was about, your wife just rolls her eyes. “Seamus said he’d ask you if I didn’t.”

“So, we’re really going through with a fake wedding?” you chuckle.

“We are.”

Four months later, on the anniversary of the actual day that the two of you got married, you hold a fake wedding in your backyard. The Abbott crew and your side of the family know that this is all to appease the Schemmentis, but they’re happy to play along and be there for you since they weren’t at the first one- with the exception of Barbara Howard. The Schemmenti family is thrilled to watch as Melissa gets married, even if it’s unknowingly for the second time.

You do everything by the books. You have an ‘ordained’ minister (Mr. Johnson), best people (Barbara of course serves as Melissa’s while your sister is yours), your father walks you down the makeshift aisle, the little baby that melted your heart the first time you met the Schemmenti side is the flower girl. Vows are said, rings are exchanged, a reception is had. It’s magical.

“You think we should’ve done this the first time?” Melissa asks as the two of you lay in bed later that night.

You just kiss her softly. “I wouldn’t change a thing about our story.”

A year goes by, and the two of you are spending your fifth (first) wedding anniversary together- somehow at a Schemmenti family Sunday dinner. It’s not like you mind or anything- they’re family. And, you had already celebrated just the two of you last night.

After church though, Barbara did drop off a cake to help make this year just the slightest bit more special- five years married is a big deal. The two of you thanked her kindly and then decided that you were going to take it to Theresa’s for dessert.

Only when you open it, there’s a slight hiccup. It’s clear that Barb had intended for the two of you to enjoy this cake in the privacy of your own home. It very clearly reads, “Happy Fifth Wedding Anniversary!” on it. And before you can close the box, Theresa gets a glance at it.

“Fifth?”

Both you and your wife hazard a glance at each other. You’ve just been caught.

“Uh,” you hum softly.

Melissa takes a deep breath before, “Ma, I have a confession…”

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schemmentisbaby · 3 months ago

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@janeyseymour I KEEP MY PROMISES

Emergency Contact

Okay so, I was inspired by the episode where Mel falls, and honestly I just know if she had a wife, Barbara would’ve called her SO FAST. So this was born.

Enjoy.

You grin as you stare at your phone, caller id clearly reading ‘Abbott Elementary.’

“Mel, if you forgot to charge your phone again, we need to just get an extra charger to leave at the school.” You tease as you shut the door behind you.

“Hi, is this y/n?” Your smile drops at the unfamiliar voice and you stop in your tracks

“This is she.” Your words are tentative, voice shaky as you continue “can I help you?”

“Hi this is Janine Teagues from Abbott Elementary, I have it down here that you’re Melissa Schemmenti’s emergency contact?”

“Yes, that’s right.” You shake your head as you continue walking to your car.

“Well, I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s been an accident, can you come to the school?”

Your heart stops as you take in her words.

Melissa’s been in an accident? What happened, and why is your wife not calling you herself?

“I’ll be there in 15.” You spit the words out and hang up the phone, not willing to waste any more time on pleasantries when Melissa’s hurt.

You make the drive in silence, eyes focusing on the road, as you try to calm your racing heart.

Your tires squeal as you turn into the Abbott Elementary parking lot, haphazardly parking before running into the school.

“Whoa- where ya going?” A tall woman stops you as she steps out of the office off to the side of the area that bypasses the locked doors.

“Uh hi. I got a call from Janine Teagues stating that uh Melissa Schemmenti was in an accident?” The words are rushed, coming out at the same speed at which the thoughts are racing through your head.

“Janine called you? Damn, you must be the emergency contact.”

“Yes.”

“Alright then, I’m principal Coleman, I believe Melissa’s in the nurses office, you ever been here before?”

“I’ve helped Mel set up her room a few times, nurse’s office is right before the library isn’t it?”

“You got that right. Need an escort?” She says with a wink as she hands you a visitors pass.

“Nope I got it.” The words are barely out of your mouth before you take off in a sprint down the hallway.

You fly past the library, and rush into the little area that acts as a makeshift waiting room for the nurses office.

“Did you have to sprint in heels?”

At the sound of your wife’s voice, you stop.

“You’re okay?” Your voice is tentative, and you can’t help but hold your breath.

“Ankle hurts like a bitch, but I’m okay. Jesus, hon you look like you’ve seen a ghost, you good?”

“Am I good? Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti… Why on earth did your coworker call me and say nothing except for needing your emergency contact.”

“Janine called you?” Your wife’s voice is sharp and you shoot her a glare.

“Yes she did. But why didn’t you?” You sit next to her on the small cot and rub your face. “Jesus Mel, that was like the call I got when Dad died. It scared the fuck out of me.”

“Watch your mouth babe, you’re still in an elementary school.”

“Melissa.” The way you say her name lets her know that she’s got to explain quickly or she’s in trouble.

“Okay- I may have fallen this morning. It was nothing really, just bruised my ankle and aggravated my back, but I promise I’m fine.”

“What were you doing when you fell?”

“Walking. I tripped over some rock on the sidewalk, but it’s okay I didn’t even spill my coffee.”

“Mel… you’re injured and the only thing you care about is your coffee?”

“Hey! My wife made me that coffee.” She teases before nudging your shoulder with hers.

“WIFE?!”

The shout that could’ve only come from Janine makes you both jump.

“Jesus kid, what the hell?”

“You have a wife?”

Janine’s shout must’ve carried down the hall as three more people come rushing in behind her.

Melissa presses her fingers to her temple and sighs as she looks at you.

“Yes. I have a wife. Did you have to announce it like you were Jim Gardner!?”

“You never told us you had a wife?!? You told us you were married, but to a woman?!”

“You thought I had a husband?”

You laugh at the confusion in your wife’s voice.

Janine nods enthusiastically, hands flying with the speed of her voice.

“Well, yeah. You never said wife, just always said ‘spouse’ or ‘better half’- I just assumed they were a man-“

“Kid- I tried men, it didn’t stick.” Melissa interrupts while shaking her head “anyway-, I never hid anything. You didn’t ask.”

“Wait- are you saying, you’re like… a lesbian?”

“Jesus Christ Jacob, what tipped you off? Was it the wife?” Melissa replies dryly.

Before he can respond, Barbara, your wife’s best friend steps in the room.

“Melissa’s personal life is her own, she’s under no obligation to share. However, how are you y/n?” She says to you with a smile.

You smile warmly at Barbara, thankful to see at least one face you recognized.

“I’m alright now that I know this one’s alright. It’s good to see you again, Barb.”

“Wait?!? You knew?!” Janine exclaims.

“Of course I knew, I was at the wedding.”

Silence fills the small room, the weight of Barbara’s confession settling over the group. Janine stares in open mouthed as she processes this new revelation.

“You were at the wedding?” She finally sputters out, voice tinged with disbelief.

Barbara raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Janine, I choose not to gossip about coworkers, but yes I was at Melissa’s wedding. Her wife is a lovely woman and I have been honored to call them both my friends for the many years we have known each other.”

Melissa snorts from her spot on the cot, shaking her head.

“Lovely, huh? You haven’t heard her curse at the tv during an Eagles game.”

“Baby, that was a shitty call and you know it!”

You cross your arms, but smile softly, your anger and adrenaline melting away at the sight of Melissa’s smirk.

Jacob clears his throat, looking between the two of you.

“Well, I for one, think this is wonderful. These kids deserve representation, and it’s important for them to know that love comes in all forms. This is the stuff we should teach in classrooms.”

Melissa shoots an award winning glare at the young man “Jacob, you make me a poster and you’ll meet Edith Houghton.”

“Got it! No poster.”

Barbara sighs before giving Jacob a pointed look.

“Perhaps we should let y/n get Melissa home before you turn lunch into a sociology seminar.”

“Right! Sorry, Janine we should go. Melissa, rest well, let that wife of yours get you to a doctor.” Jacob leaves the room, pulling Janine with him

As soon as they leave, Melissa lets her head fall onto your shoulder and you kiss the top of her head softly as she groans

“Everyone will know by dismissal.”

“I know how you are about your personal life, but it’s good they know. They’ll forget about it eventually.”

“Too bad eventually isn’t now.”

“Like you won’t love bringing her to game night. Seriously though, y/n, I am glad you could come. Melissa did not want to call you herself.”

“Is that so?”

You turn to look at your wife, who is staring at the ground to avoid your gaze.

“Okay- I didn’t want to worry you. It’s just a bruised ankle and a stiff back. A few days of rest and I’ll be back to normal.”

You tilt your head, glaring at your wife.

“You’ll go to a doctor first to verify that. Also, you didn’t want to worry me? Mel, a stranger called me. And Janine at that. Had you just called me yourself, I would’ve panicked less.”

Melissa softens as she takes your hand.

“I’m sorry, hon. I should’ve called you myself. I love you, and I just didn’t want you worried.”

“I love you too, but I knew what I signed up for when I married you. Or did you forget who drove you to court when you threw corn at Ben Simmons?

“Y/n, why don’t you get her home? I’ll get Ava to watch over her class for the rest of the day.” Barb says as she leaves the room.

“Thanks, see you at dinner on Sunday.” You shoot the teacher a grin as you help your wife stand up.

“So… a rock?”

“It was a big rock.” Melissa insists, cheeks pink.

“Sure it was.” You shake your head, grabbing your bags. “Let’s go, tough guy.”

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schemmentigfs · 25 days ago

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oiii, could you make a kind of small and angry girlfriend x calm and tall girlfriend, with melissa being the short girlfriend and reader being the tall one, like no one from abbott can understand how the two were together being so different but they still complete each other. obg <3

The Calm to Her Storm.

Summary: What is it like to date a short, stressed woman that everyone in the workplace is afraid of? Well, you have the perfect answer to everyone’s question.

WC: 6.23k

tags: @lifeismomentsyoucannotunderstand @lisaannwaltersbra @italianaidiota @kukikatt @dopenightmaretyphoon @schmentisgf @pitstopsapphic @jeridandridge @aliensuperst4rr

January in Philadelphia was a moody, unpredictable thing. One moment, the air was crisp and biting, the kind that nipped at your face and turned your breath into visible clouds. The next, it warmed unnaturally, tricking you into thinking spring might be around the corner, only to plunge back into bitter cold. This kind of back-and-forth wasn’t just a weather pattern; it mirrored Melissa Schemmenti’s energy. Unpredictable. Feisty. Fierce. At 5’1”, she was a storm packed into a deceptively small frame, quick on her feet and even quicker with her mouth.

Why does that matter, you even ask?

The right answer is simple, Melissa is the kind of woman who wears her anger like armor, ready to snap at anyone who dares question her or cross her. Her fiery demeanor, sharp tongue, and compact stature make her seem like a force of nature—small but mighty. She’s quick to react, often with an eye roll or a cutting remark, her temper never far from the surface. But beneath that exterior lies a loyalty as fierce as her temper. She’s protective of what matters to her, and that includes you.

Then there’s you–tall, calm, and always measured in your responses. The perfect balance. You stand above her by a good few inches, your movements deliberate and graceful, as if the world slowed down for you, while your girlfriend darted through it like an electric charge. You’re the counterbalance to her intensity, the calm in the storm. While she’s ready to bite, you’re the one who talks her down, your gentle presence soothing her when she’s worked up. People don’t get it, how someone like you could be with someone like her. But what they don’t see is how perfectly you two fit together.

It’s the little things that no one else notices. The way you can calm her with just a touch, the way her rants turn into soft-spoken words when she leans into you, the way you both find an unspoken understanding in silence. Even though you’re different, you’re exactly what each other needs. You ground her, and she lights a fire in you that you didn’t know you had.

Your daily routine together is a quiet, tender rhythm that reflects how well you complement each other in those five years of relationship.

In the mornings, when the alarm goes off, you’re the one who slowly rolls out of bed, your long limbs stretching languidly, while the redheaded woman’s eyes shoot open like she’s ready to attack the day, even if she’d much rather sleep. You laugh softly, reaching down to help her out of bed, your hand a contrast to her tiny one. The simple act of lifting her into your arms when she grumbles about not wanting to get up becomes a small, intimate moment of quiet affection.

In the kitchen, she’s always the one in charge making coffee, chopping vegetables with swift, precise movements. You stand by the counter, watching her with a soft smile, your taller frame leaning against the edge as you occasionally reach down to steal a kiss or gently help her reach something on the higher shelves.

At night, it’s when the real magic happens. After a long day, the two of you unwind with your routines. Melissa might be pacing around the house, restless, while you settle on the couch, curling up with a book or a movie. But the second she sits next to you, her head leans against your shoulder, and the energy between you both settles. Your hand, larger and warm, will rest on her thigh, a comforting gesture, and she’ll eventually soften into your side, her irritability fading into quiet affection. She might argue for a minute, pretending she’s not tired, but she can’t resist the calmness that you bring.

And when it’s time for bed, you always let her take the lead, even though she has to jump up to adjust the blankets on your side, while you just stand there, amused. She might snap at you to help her, but when you do, it’s her little laugh that makes your heart flutter. At the end of the day, Melissa, in all her fiery, feisty glory, always curls into you for warmth, her small body a perfect fit against yours. Your arms wrap around her like a protective barrier, and you kiss her forehead as she settles in, and despite all the differences, you both fall asleep in peace, knowing you’re exactly where you belong.

Monday was a complete chaos. The torrential rain slammed against the windows, the sound echoing through the house like an incessant drum. Lightning cut through the sky, followed by thunder, each louder than the last, shaking even the pictures on the wall. The electricity had flickered three times before finally going out completely, leaving the house submerged in darkness.

Melissa had been standing in the living room since the first blackout, pacing back and forth while holding a lantern that flickered more than it should have, dressed in a nightgown that ended above her knees and her favorite thick socks — the ones you thought were adorable, even though she said they were just practical. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few loose red strands, and her mood was even stormier than the weather outside.

“I swear to God, if this damn power doesn’t come back in five minutes, I’m marching to the power company and kicking down their fucking door!” the redheaded woman cursed, shaking the lantern as if that would make any difference.

You, on the other hand, watched the scene, leaning against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed, a playful smile fighting not to laugh. There was something incredibly funny about seeing her so irritated, especially because you knew that, deep down, she was more nervous than angry. Storms always got to her, even though she’d never admit it.

“Honey, do you know where the candles are?” your girlfriend suddenly asked, turning to face you as if you were the source of all her problems.

“You were the one who put the candles away, mi amore,” you replied calmly.

“This doesn't help at all!” Melissa huffed, marching to the next room with firm steps.

While she rummaged through drawers and shelves, Sweet Cheeks, the guinea pig from her second-grade class, who was under the two of your care that week, started squeaking from the corner of the room for his cage. She immediately stopped, her green eyes softening as she crouched down to talk to him.

“Oh, my little baby, you don’t need to be scared, okay? Mama Mel’s here,” she coos, her raspy voice melting into a completely different tone — a babytalk that almost made you explode with love. “You’re so brave, aren’t you? My orange-furred precious angel!”

“Babe, you’re seriously babytalking the guinea pig while the power’s out?” you teased, crossing your arms.

“He’s afraid, big dumbass. Animals have feelings too!” Melissa replied indignantly, picking up Sweet Cheeks and holding him against her chest. “Unlike you, he doesn’t find this funny.”

Another thunderclap rumbled, and this time the guinea pig squealed loudly. The redhead pressed the little thing closer to her, kissing his furry head. “It’s okay, beautiful boy, Mamas’s got you. Don’t listen to your other Mom, she is just a party pooper.”

“Who’s got you, Lis?” you asked, chuckling softly.

She ignored you, putting Sweet Cheeks back in his cage before grabbing the flashlight again and marching toward the stairs. “I’m going to get the candles from the attic. If I’m not back in five minutes, call the fire department.”

Reluctantly and with protective instincts kicking in, you followed her, trying to hold back the bite on your lip to keep from teasing her as she climbed the stairs with determined steps. The attic was the kind of place no one wanted to go — dark, filled with forgotten boxes, and, worst of all, likely inhabited by spiders. Melissa carefully opened the door, shining the flashlight into the space.

“If I see a spider or a rat, I’m burning this house down like Mary Camille on Thanksgiving,” she declared, feeling more tense than before.

“I don’t think insurance covers that,” you replied, leaning against the doorframe and watching as she stepped inside.

The attic was a claustrophobic maze of neglected storage. Dusty beams crisscrossed above, cobwebs clinging stubbornly to the wood and swaying slightly in the dim light. Piles of boxes, some collapsing under their own weight, were stacked precariously around the room. An old trunk sat in one corner, its hinges rusted, while an antique rocking chair leaned awkwardly to one side, as if abandoned mid-motion. The faint smell of mothballs and aged paper hung in the air.

The flashlight beam danced across faded holiday decorations peeking out of torn cardboard boxes, a tangle of extension cords coiled like snakes, and a moth fluttering near an old, broken lamp. The atmosphere was heavy, the kind of stillness that made you hyper-aware of every creak and rustle.

Your girlfriend’s shoulders visibly stiffened as her eyes darted around the space. “This place is like a horror movie waiting to happen.”

She started rummaging through the boxes, grumbling about “organization” and “who keeps candles in the attic anyway?” Then came another thunderclap, so loud it felt like it was right above the house. Melissa let out a small scream—a sound you knew she would try to deny later—and kicked an empty box in frustration.

“WHAT A CRAPPY NIGHT! WHAT A CRAPPY STORM! WHAT A CRAPPY ATTIC!” she yelled, flailing her arms like she was fighting with the universe itself. “Who even keeps candles in the attic, anyway?!”

You decided it was time to intervene. Before she could continue her outburst, you crossed the dark space and pulled her into a firm hug, wrapping your arms around her like a koala. The redhead began squirming, trying to break free.

“Let me go! I’m not a kid! I can handle this!” she protested, pushing at your arms with the strength of an angry little puppy.

“Of course you can,” you replied, completely unfazed, holding her even tighter. “But for now, you’re staying here with me until you calm down.”

Melissa kept grumbling for a few more seconds but soon stopped struggling. She rested her forehead against your chest, taking a deep breath. “I just hate all of this, okay? Storms… blackouts… they just make me nervous,” she admitted quietly, as if it were a secret.

“I know, love,” you nodded, running your fingers through her hair. “And you’re not alone. Besides, who’s going to protect Sweet Cheeks if you blow up the house?”

She let out a small laugh against your chest, even though she tried to hide it. “I hate you.”

“I love you too.” You kept holding her, feeling her small frame relax against you. After a few minutes, the scary Melissa Schemmenti went completely limp, the flashlight slipping from her hand and landing on the floor, its beam pointing at the ceiling.

“Red, you okay?” you asked softly, but when you looked down, you realized she didn’t respond because… she was asleep. The second grade teacher had simply passed out in your arms, like an exhausted child after a monumental tantrum.

“Of course,” you whispered, sighing quietly. “The big dangerous ol’ bear turned into a care bear.”

Carefully, you scooped her up into your arms and carried her back to the bedroom, trying not to trip on the stairs in the dark. Sweet Cheeks let out a small squeak from his cage as you passed the living room, almost like he was saying goodnight.

When you finally got Melissa into bed, she mumbled something incomprehensible and turned onto her side, burying her face into the pillow. You climbed in next to her, pulling the blanket over both of you.

The next morning, Melissa seemed strangely calm. She didn’t mention a single thing about the chaos from the night before neither the spiders, nor the attic, nor the little Sweet Cheeks, who was now squealing happily in his popsicle stick house crafted by your girlfriend as if he were grateful to have survived the storm. The morning light filtered through the slightly open curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden hue, but the peace was not enough to hide the constant motion that was happening inside that house.

The green-eyed woman, always practical, was already up, making coffee while you were still trying to muster the courage to get out of bed. The coffee maker hissed softly, and the familiar smell of fresh coffee mixed with the light aroma of bread toasting in the toaster. She walked through the living room with determined steps, holding a cup in her hand and checking the time on her wristwatch. Sweet Cheeks squealed again, and Melissa paused to smile at him, as if he were a coworker to be reassured before a big project.

“Litte fella is going to spend the week with one of my students starting today,” she said casually, adjusting her small hoop earrings as she looked at herself in the hallway mirror. “I think Destiny will like it if we choose her. Her mom said she’s been asking for a guinea pig since Christmas.”

You, still a bit sleepy, made your way to the hallway, your eyes half-closed as you watched her. She was standing there, facing the mirror, adjusting the collar of her seafoam green blazer that seemed to be her second skin. Her red hair, as always, was perfectly styled, and her red lipstick painted her lips like a signature. But there was something in that scene that made you sigh.

“Hun,” you started, leaning your shoulder against the wall while watching her. “Do you think, for one day, you could wear something other than those blazers?”

Melissa turned to you, raising an eyebrow, her face scrunched as if you had just suggested something completely absurd. “Why would I wear anything else? What’s wrong with my blazers?”

You bit your cheek, holding back a playful smile, before continuing. “Nothing... except that you’ve been wearing them practically every day for the last twelve months. Seriously, Lis, you and your blazers are practically one entity. Pretty soon, the people at work are going to start thinking you sleep in them.”

She huffed, but the small smile at the corner of her lips betrayed any indignation. “Oh, sure, because I should dress like I’m going to a fashion event and not to handle a classroom full of seven-year-olds and, occasionally, a squealing guinea pig in the classroom.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“I’m not saying you should wear a ball gown,” you replied, moving closer to her and gently holding her shoulders. “Just something that shows you have other options in your wardrobe. Maybe even a cute sweater? Something that says ‘I’m Ms. Schemmenti, but I know how to relax.’”

Olive eyes were dramatically rolled but she didn’t step away from your touch. “You’re stupid.”

“I know. But you love me.”

“Unfortunately,” she joked, a playful glint in her eyes as she grabbed her purse and prepared to leave. Even though she would still wear the damn blazer that day, something in the exchange between you two seemed to soften the routine, as if it was a quiet reminder that, even in the midst of all the hustle, there was room for laughter and a little bit of lightness.

Arriving at Abbott Elementary, the contrast between the two of you was impossible to ignore. Melissa walked ahead of you with firm and confident steps, her bag slung over one shoulder, while you followed close behind, taller and with a more relaxed, almost lazy stride. The height difference between you always drew attention, and, as expected, the school staff didn’t miss the chance to comment when you both entered the building together.

Janine, who was carrying books for her class near the entrance, was the first to notice. “Good morning, friends! Whoa, how is it that you two manage to look even more opposite with each passing day?”

“It’s not about looking opposite,” Jacob chimed in, suddenly appearing with a pile of colorful poster boards. “It’s about synergy. It’s like… a visual metaphor for balance. Small and intense, tall and calm.”

Your girlfriend glared at her former roommate. “J, don’t start,” she warned, adjusting the strap of her bag and heading toward the teacher’s lounge.

Ava, sitting at the reception desk scrolling through her phone, looked up at the sound of the voice coming from the redheaded woman’s mouth. She gave a teasing smirk. “Well, look who’s here! Abbott’s finest. Hey, Stretch,” she joked, waving at you. “How do you not get lost with this little volume button walking next to you?”

Melissa let out a low grumble. “I don’t have time for this, Coleman.”

“No, but seriously, Schemmenti,” the principal continued, completely ignoring her warning tone. “Have you ever thought about carrying a portable step stool? You could stay at her level, like when you talk to your gremlins.”

“Good to know you’re so invested in the school’s academic standards, Ava,” your girlfriend replied sarcastically, pushing the lounge door open without looking back.

You, used to the jokes, just shrugged and headed toward the hallway where your classroom was located. Before going in, you spotted Gregory and O’Shon talking next to a cart full of gym equipment that the district send it a couple weeks ago. Gregory, as usual, had that serious, methodical air about him, while his new friend gestured enthusiastically about something that clearly wasn’t as important as he made it seem.

“Hey, Y/N!” O’Shon exclaimed when he saw you, breaking into a wide grin. “Tell me you’re finally coming to practice with us on Saturday.”

“Maybe,” you replied, tilting your head. “But only if you stop acting like a professional coach every time I miss a shot.”

Gregory let out a light laugh. “If you miss less, he won’t have a reason to act like a coach.”

“Oh, look who decided to be funny today,” you shot back, pointing at him.

“Seriously,” O’Shon cut in, clearly wanting to stay on topic. “You’re tall. You’ve got to use that to your advantage. Last game, we lost because no one could block the other team. If you were there, you’d be like a human wall.”

“Alright, I’ll think about it,” you replied, even though you knew you’d probably end up going—and that a certain redhead would have something to say about it when she found out.

“Think nothing, you’re coming,” the IT professional insisted.

“Yeah, yeah.”

The rest of the day had started off normally—well, as normal as a day at work could get. By mid-morning, Melissa was already knee-deep in chaos. Sweet Cheeks had escaped his container during a science activity, sending her classroom into a frenzy of shrieks and stomping feet. She managed to catch the little escapee with her usual grit, but her patience had been chipped away early.

The breaking point came during her prep period though. Melissa had gone to the supply closet to grab a new set of markers for her whiteboard and found, yet again, that someone (most likely Janine, your girlfriend muttered to herself) had taken the last box without replacing it. Or the school had ran out of them.

She stood there for a moment, gripping the empty box on the shelf. Her face turned red as frustration bubbled up to the surface. She marched into Ava’s office, the empty box clutched in her hand.

“Ava, can you explain to me why the school budget allows for your luxury coffee machine, but I can’t even get a fresh box of markers?”

The nonsense principal looked up from her phone, unfazed. “First of all, you’re welcome for that coffee machine. It’s what keeps this school afloat, honey. Second of all, markers? Really, Schemmenti? Just borrow some from Jacob or something.”

Melissa’s voice rose as she waved the box in the air. “I’m not borrowing from Hill. You’re supposed to replace the supplies you take. It’s not rocket science!”

“Whoa, calm down, Little Miss Volcano,” Ava said, smirking. “It’s just markers. Don’t have an aneurysm.”

That was it. The second grade teacher stormed out of her boss’s office, slamming the door so hard it rattled the hallway. On her way back to her classroom, she accidentally overheard a couple of other teachers gossiping about her.

“She’s such a hothead,” one of them whispered. “I don’t know how anyone puts up with her, especially her girl.”

“Yeah, can you imagine living with that kind of temper? I prefer death.”

Melissa froze mid-step, their words hitting her like a slap. She felt the sting of tears welling up and cursed under her breath. She stormed into her classroom, locking the door behind her. For once, the strong, fiery Melissa Schemmenti broke down.

You were passing by when you saw the closed door. Something about it didn’t sit right, so you knocked gently before opening it.

The green eyed woman was sitting at her desk, her hands covering her face, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

“Mel?” you prompted softly, shutting the door behind you.

She looked up, her tear-streaked face filled with a mixture of anger and vulnerability. “It’s nothing. Just… this stupid place sometimes…”

You crossed the room and knelt in front of her, taking her hands in yours. “Talk to me, sweet girl. What happened?”

“People… they talk. They don’t get me. They think I’m just some… angry woman, yelling all the time. I hate that people think I’m hard to love. I’m just—”

“Stop,” you interrupted gently, your thumbs rubbing the backs of her hands. “You’re not hard to love. I love you. More than anything. And anyone who can’t see past your tough side doesn’t know you like I do.”

Her tears spilled over again as she pulled you into a tight hug. “You’re too good to me,” she murmured into your shoulder.

“Not possible,” you whispered back, holding her as long as she needed.

Meanwhile, at lunch, your crew had already caught wind of Melissa’s emotional moment.

“I just don’t get it,” Ava began, her tone dripping with mock confusion, her perfectly manicured nails drumming lightly on the table. “How is Little Miss Angry Bird out here pulling Tall, Calm, and Gorgeous? She’s, like, half her height!” She motioned dramatically as if the sheer concept defied physics.

Jacob, sitting nearby with his reheated vegan lasagna, looked up thoughtfully. He adjusted his tie and smiled nervously, always eager to offer an answer, even when he wasn’t sure of it. “Opposites attract, right?” he ventured, his voice lilting like a question.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Opposites? That’s not opposites. That’s a comedy sketch. You’d think Melissa would need a whole stepladder just to kiss her and she is taller than big foot Teagues.” Her laughter erupted, loud and unapologetic, and even him couldn’t suppress a small chuckle.

At the mention of her last name, Janine shot her head up, trying to defend her grade partner and herself. Not being successful of course. “I’m not that small and so is Mel. Didn’t hear you complain about Frank’s height when he was volunteering with Dee, Mac, Dennis and Charlie here.”

“Shut up. You are going to make me lose my genius thinking.”

From her seat near the window, Barbara Howard, the ever-serene matriarch of the school, closed her eyes for a brief moment, as if summoning patience from a higher power— the Lord himself. When she opened them, her tone was measured but warm, her words as steadfast as her faith. “Relationships aren’t about looking similar or acting the same. Sometimes, it’s about complementing each other. Filling in where the other might be lacking.”

The principal raised an arched brow, unimpressed. “Complementing?” she echoed, dripping with incredulity. “Schemmenti’s basically a firecracker, and she’s dating, what, a tranquil pond?” She shook her head and smirked. “Nah. Doesn’t add up.”

Behind them, the camera crew caught every word. A microphone dipped low over the wooden circular table, capturing the kindergarten teacher’s sage wisdom and the irresponsible boss’s antics alike. And then, as if they’d been cued, the crew began setting up one-on-one interviews to dive deeper into the subject everyone in Willard R. Abbott had been buzzing about: Melissa Schemmenti and you.

First, the camera zoomed in on Janine, who sat forward in her classroom chair, her signature energy bubbling over. She gestured wildly as she spoke, her enthusiasm making her slightly out of breath.

“Okay, so, yeah, at first, I was so surprised,” she admitted, high-pitched with excitement. “I mean, Melissa is all, like, grumpy and tough, and Y/N is, like, so calm and tall and just… really sweet! But the more I see them together, the more I get it.” She paused, clasping her hands together. “It’s kind of beautiful, you know? Like, Melissa’s this fire that keeps you warm, and Y/N is this big, sturdy tree providing shade on a hot day. Together, they’re… they’re like nature! Fire and earth!”

The interviewer asked her to elaborate. “Do you think their differences work well together?”

“Oh, definitely! Like, one time, Melissa got really mad about a substitute parking in her spot, and she was just going off, you know? But Y/N walked over, all calm, and just… put a hand on her shoulder. And she immediately stopped yelling. Like, stopped mid-punch. It was magic!”

Gregory sat stiffly in his chair, his hands folded neatly on the table, his tie perfectly straight. He cleared his throat before speaking, his expression serious as ever.

“Well, I, uh, don’t really involve myself in people’s personal lives,” he began, his tone measured. “But, uh, if I had to say something… I guess it’s kind of like gardening.”

The interviewer raised an eyebrow. “Gardening?”

Gregory nodded, suddenly finding his stride. “Yeah. Melissa’s like a tomato plant. Tough, scrappy, grows best when it’s got a strong stake to hold it up. And Y/N… well, Y/N is like the soil. Quiet, steady, full of nutrients. They balance each other out.” He paused, considering his words. “Yeah. That works, reminds me of me and Janine.”

The camera shifted to Ava, who had swapped her usual teacher’s lounge throne for a plush chair in her office. She leaned back, clearly relishing the spotlight.

“Listen, I’m just saying what we’re all thinking,” she began, throwing her hands in the air. “Melissa? And her? It’s like seeing a fuckin’ pit bull cuddling up to a giraffe. Like, are they cute? Sure. Do they make any sense? Absolutely not.”

The interviewer pressed her, asking if she thought the relationship worked despite the differences.

“Oh, it works,” Ava admitted begrudgingly, crossing her arms. “But not because it makes sense. It works because hot stuff has the patience of a saint. Like, you gotta be a special kind of chill to deal with Ms. Schemmenti every day. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

Barb sat poised, her hands folded neatly in her lap, the epitome of grace. Her tone was warm and full of conviction as she spoke.

“Melissa and Y/N remind me of a well-conducted choir,” she began, her analogy surprising yet fitting. “Each voice is different, but when they come together, they create harmony. Melissa Ann has a strong, commanding presence—she’s the brass section, bold and unapologetic. And sweet Y/N is the strings, gentle and grounding. Together, they create something truly special.”

The interviewer smiled, clearly charmed by this wisdom. “So you think they bring out the best in each other?”

Barbara nodded, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Absolutely. Melissa has a fire, a drive that can sometimes be overwhelming, but Y/N doesn’t try to extinguish it. Instead, she nurtures it, gives it room to breathe. And my work wife, in turn, helps Y/N find her voice, to not be too reserved. It’s a beautiful balance.” She paused, her eyes softening with proud tears as she added, “Sometimes, the best partnerships are those where each person isn’t trying to change the other, but rather, they allow each other to grow.”

The shot shifted to Jacob, who seemed more nervous than usual in front of the lens. He adjusted his collar and cleared his throat, his tone quieter than the others.

“Okay, I have to say this,” he began, leaning forward like he was about to spill the juiciest tea. “I was Melissa’s roommate for a year after I broke up with my boyfriend Zach at the time. A whole year. And let me tell you, that woman is intense.” He emphasized the word with wide eyes and a small nod, as though reliving a war story.

The interviewer raised an intrigued eyebrow. “Intense how, Mr. C? Can you elaborate on it?”

“Well…” Jacob started, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “There was this one time—I’ll never forget it—she got mad at me because I accidentally left the door unlocked. It was a mistake! Anyway, she storms into the living room, looks me dead in the eye, and says, ‘Hill, I don’t live with idiots.’ And before I know it, she grabs me by the collar—grabs me by the collar!—and throws me out the front door. Like, I’m talking about the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air style, just like Jazz.”

They adjusted the zoom on his face. “What else ‘bout this day?”

The social studies teacher mimed being flung through the air, his arms flailing dramatically, and even let out a fake “Whooooooaaa!” for good measure. “I literally landed on the porch. The porch! She didn’t even break a sweat!”

The interviewer, struggling to keep a straight face, asked, “So… how does Y/N handle that side of her girlfriend?”

“Oh, it’s wild,” Jacob replied, shaking his head with a laugh. “I’ve seen Melissa go from full-on yelling like, the kind that makes your soul leave your body to totally calm the moment Y/N walks in. It’s like a magic trick. Three words, and boom, Mel Mel’s chill.”

“Final thoughts?”

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as if to punctuate his point. “It’s honestly amazing. If my mother figure had been dating her back when we were roommates, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up on the porch with a brushed knee. Just saying.”

Lastly, the camera cut to Mr. Johnson, who was leaning casually against a mop handle in the janitor's closet, a knowing grin spreading across his face. He didn’t seem fazed by the camera in the slightest; in fact, he looked like he had been waiting for his moment to shine.

“Oh, you wanna know about Molly Ringwald and her skyscraper of a girlfriend, huh?” the custodian prompted, his tone deep and full of amusement. He leaned in a little closer to the camera, like he was about to spill a secret that no one else dared to.

“Exactly, Mr. J. You can start if you feel ready.”

“Lemme tell you somethin’,” he started, pointing a finger in the air. “One time, I walked outta my closet—this shoebox, right here—and I see Melissa, bold as ever, standin’ on her tiptoes, kissing her girl right there in the parking lot.” He leaned back, shaking his head with a chuckle. “And let me tell you, Schemmenti ain’t no ballerina. She was wobbling like a ladder missing a rung, but she still made it happen.”

He tilted his head slightly, as if to consider the scene again. “Y/N, though? Cool as a cucumber. Didn’t even flinch. Just bent down a little, like it was nothin’. It was like watchin’ a squirrel try to get at a bird feeder, determined, a little ridiculous, but, hey, it worked.”

The interviewer asked if he thought your relationship made sense.

Mr. Johnson shrugged, tapping the mop handle lightly against the floor. “Look, love don’t gotta make sense to me. I’m just the guy who cleans up after everyone. But what I know is, you don’t see Melissa on her tiptoes for just anybody. That’s love right there. Pure, uncut determination.”

“That tall, calm lady of hers? She keeps our fiery redhead grounded. And Melissa, well… she’s like the spark that keeps her girlfriend from fading into the background. They balance each other out, you know?” He nodded, as if he had just explained the mysteries of the universe. “Kind of a miracle if you think about it.”

The camera crew, sensing they had struck gold, lingered for a moment longer as Mr. Johnson put a hand on his bald head.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he said, gesturing to the mop, “I got a cafeteria to clean before Jacob spills lentils all over the place again.”

Back to the classroom, Melissa wiped the last of her tears with the sleeve of her blazer, her green eyes still glassy as she pulled you closer. You had maneuvered her out of the stiff chair and onto the worn-out beanbag in the corner of her classroom. She leaned against you, her head resting on your chest, while your arms wrapped tightly around her.

“You don’t have to keep being so strong all the time,” you murmured, your fingers gently combing through her auburn hair. “It’s okay to let people in, especially me. You’re my person, sweetheart. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself.”

She let out a shaky laugh, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. “You make it sound so easy.”

“Not easy,” you corrected her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “But worth it.”

Your girlfriend lifted her head slightly, her lips curving into a soft smile. Her green eyes searched yours, vulnerable and full of emotion. “You know you’re my miracle, right?” she said quietly.

Your heart swelled at her words. “Melissa Ann…”

“No, let me say it,” she insisted, her hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “I was fine living my life the way I always did—thinking I didn’t need anyone, thinking I was better off alone. And then you came into my life, and suddenly, everything was brighter, softer. You’re my miracle. You’re what I didn’t know I needed.”

Her words were so heartfelt, so raw, that you couldn’t do anything but kiss her. It wasn’t rushed or desperate, but slow and filled with every ounce of love you had for her.

Unbeknownst to either of you, a small group of your colleagues was gathered outside the classroom door, their curiosity getting the better of them. Ava was leading the charge, of course, her phone held up to record whatever she could capture through the small glass window.

“I can’t believe they’re actually cuddling in there,” she gave a shit eating grin, trying to stifle a laugh. “This is like a Hallmark movie gone rogue.”

“Have a little respect,” Barbara hissed, though even she couldn’t hide the soft smile tugging at her lips.

Jacob, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, clasped his hands together. “This is so sweet. Look at them! It’s like watching true love in action.”

Janine wiped her eyes. “They came out of a fairy tale.”

Gregory stood with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed. “They’re going to notice us if you keep talking,” he warned, but no one was paying him any attention.

Inside, Melissa pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “I don’t care what anyone says about me. As long as I have you, I can handle anything.”

“You’ve always got me,” you promised, leaning in to kiss her again.

Just then, her ears perked up, and she narrowed her eyes at the door. “Hold on.”

The crew outside froze like deer caught in headlights as Melissa abruptly stood and strode to the door. She swung it open, revealing Ava, Jacob, Barbara, Janine and Gregory all huddled together, looking incredibly guilty.

“Jesus,” Melissa growled, crossing her arms. “Why am I not surprised?”

Ava straightened up, smirking unapologetically. “We were just checking to make sure our girl is in the right hands.”

The redhead blinked, caught off guard. “Your girl?”

Barb nodded, stepping forward with a gentle smile. “You deserve to be loved, dear. And from what we’ve seen, you’re with someone who does that perfectly.”

Jacob chimed in, practically glowing with excitement. “It’s true! She’s your perfect balance. Like I said earlier—yin and yang!”

Melissa’s stern expression softened, her eyes flicking to you before she looked back at the group. “Well… I guess it’s good to know I’m being monitored like a soap opera,” she complained, though the slight blush creeping up her cheeks gave her away.

“Anytime, Schemmenti,” Ava quipped, winking before turning to leave. “But for real, you’ve got yourself a keeper. Don’t mess it up.”

The group dispersed, leaving you and her standing in the doorway. She let out an exasperated sigh but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips as she turned to you.

“Well,” she said, leaning against the doorframe and giving you a look that was equal parts love and amusement, “looks like I’ve got their approval. Not that I needed it.”

You laughed, pulling her back into your arms. “It’s nice to know, though.”

She kissed you again, quick but tender. “Yeah, well… I already knew I was in the right hands.”

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in the darkness (open your eyes)

melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

summary: melissa and reader are angry with each other over reader's dating life. who will break first? or will someone need to intervene to get them to pull their heads out their asses and make up? inspired by prompt 31 “Let’s just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen you.”

word count: 4.6k

warnings: arguments, swearing, hurt/comfort, insecure!melissa, age gap, reader is referenced as being under 30.

a/n: hello friends, this has been a long time coming. i've wanted to write for this queen for ages and when i finally sat down to do it the words didn't stop spilling out of me. i haven't been able to write like this in years, so i think i've found my passion again in melissa <3 it's good to be back. it's a long one and i hope i managed to capture her correctly. enjoy :)

For twenty years Barbara Howard has arrived at Abbott Elementary at 5.50am on the dot, just in time for her to park her car, take a stroll to the staffroom and make herself a coffee before Action News started at 6 sharp. Now, the walls of Abbott were never calm, but for 30 minutes every morning, while she sipped her coffee and listened to the soothing tones of Jim Gardner, everyone around her seemed to be able to keep themselves together. Even in her first year of teaching Janine had never tried to disturb her, maybe for once able to sense the importance of these moments for a successful teaching day.

Barbara can tell it will not be a normal day in Abbott the moment she pushes past the green doors into the building. The energy is high in the air and she fears if she touches anything an electric shock might meet her. Still, she sends a prayer to God and pushes her way through the building.

No one was stopping her from getting her 30 minutes of peace.

She finds the culprit for the upsetting energy the moment she crosses the threshold of the staff room and is not slightly surprised. Melissa sits in her usual chair, her face murderous, eye’s dark and tongue in cheek as she stares pointedly at the wall with her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Jacob sits on the couch, eyes on his phone and leg bouncing anxiously, he shoots a look around the room and when his eyes land on Barbara his body sags in relief, thinking he’s found safety.

Whilst Barbara’s got no idea what has happened, she also notes that the room is empty apart from the three of them and although Melissa’s anger making people scram is not an uncommon occurrence, it has never, in the last two years since you joined Abbott, made you flee a room. In fact, Barbara had watched you calm Melissa down with a simple touch to her arm, something she has never been able to do.

You did not fear Melissa, which means this anger was likely related to you. These moments were normally quick and fleeting and yet Melissa was so upset it was going to disrupt Action News. Definitely not a regular morning.

“Would you like a coffee, Melissa?” Barbara asks, starting simple as she enters the room and makes her way to the coffee machine, barely sparing Melissa a glance.

Melissa stands and takes the coffee mug from the table beside her and throws it on the floor, shattering it into tiny pieces, making Jacob yelp. She stalks from the room, muttering angrily under her breath something about ‘betrayal’.

Barbara sighs tiredly, pressing her fingers to her temples. Today was going to be a long day.

She considers going after the redhead but as a simple question had produced such a ferocious reaction, she decides it is best to let her cool off before work starts and sits down with Jacob to catch the reminder of Action News.

She was determined to not let today become a complete lost cause.

Later, on her way to her classroom to set up for the day, she finds Melissa with her head buried in grading, probably a good idea and a way to calm herself down after this morning's fiasco. However, you’re completely missing from your classroom, very unusual.

A complete disruption to your routine this morning it seems, Miss L/N.

Barbara lays eyes on you for the first time that day when she’s walking her class to their music lesson. You offer a smile and “Good Morning, Miss Howard,” but the bags are obvious under your eyes. You did not sleep well last night.

“Good Morning. Your class is in an excellent mood this morning. Gym class?” She asks, looking behind you to the excited third-graders who stand in lines of two, well-behaved but talking in a low excited chatter.

You chuckle, “I’ve never known a class to love it more.”

Barbara hums, waving goodbye as you turn off down the corridor towards the gym. She drops her class off with the music teacher, making sure to remind them to be well behaved before she heads back down the corridor, stopping at your classroom.

You look up from your desk, surprised. “Can I help you, Barbara?”

She’s never seen the point beating around the bush, and she was not about to start now. “I ran into a very angry Melissa this morning. Do you know something about that?”

Your entire body tenses, your smile going rigid and tight on your face. Barbara can see the anger simmering behind the surface. Unusual. You were always more calm, more open to reason. “I’d be more surprised if you’d said she was in a good mood. Now I’ve actually got work to be doing, if you don’t mind.”

“Y/N,” Barbara sighs, giving you the pointed look that always works on students and teachers alike.

You shake your head, “I really respect you a lot Barb, but you’re not gonna be able to fix this one. Please just leave it alone.”

Barbara stands there for a long moment, staring at you, before she releases a sigh. “Fine. But one of you needs to fix this because Abbott barely has enough mugs as it is.”

She gives you one last pointed look before leaving the room. You sink into your desk, hands capturing your head to stop your head from slamming against the desk and adding to your already growing headache.

Fuck Melissa Schemmenti.

Fuck everything about her.

She had no right to be angry. You’d done nothing wrong. You felt bad for blowing off Barbara, you knew she was just trying to help. And usually a pointed look from her had you confessing your darkest sins, but not this time you couldn’t. She couldn’t fix it. Melissa was the one in the wrong and you were gonna keep a wide berth until she bloody well realised that.

Although knowing Melissa, you’ll be on your deathbed before that happens and maybe even then she’ll find something scalding to say. It’s what you get for trying to have an honest conversation with a red-headed cancer.

She was more ill behaved than your worst students.

——

You dismiss your students for lunch minutes before the bell rings, hoping you’ll be able to run to the staff room and grab your lunch and run back without facing the redhead. It’s not that you’re scared of her, you simply don’t have the energy to deal with her attitude so eating in your classroom was the best option.

However, your plans are foiled when Ava stops your pathway talking about a new tiktok challenge that she wants you involved in. “You’re the only teacher that won’t embarrass me and show off that this place has at least some fit, young teachers.”

“Sure, whatever. I need to go.” You say, not really listening as you put an end to the conversation and move past her.

“Rude!” She yells back at you, “But do your thing, girl!”

By the time you make it to the staff room everyone is already there. Jacob is telling an over the top story about something uninteresting to Janine and Gregory. And Barbara and Melissa are talking quietly at their usual table, where you usually join them. Melissa looks calmer than when you’d spoken to her this morning, she even smiles at Barbara, however the moment you step into the room it all fades away. Her eyes land on you and her eyes harden and her shoulder tense. She jabs the salad in her tupperware harshly.

You can’t contain your eye roll and don’t bother to say hello to anyone as you make your way through the room to the fridge.

Janine picks up on the tension in the room, drawing her away from Jacob’s rambling that appears to have gotten more anxious. “Woah, what’s going on guys?”

“Nothing.” You say.

“Y/N’s a snake.” Melissa gruffs at the same time.

You slam the door to the fridge before you can grab your lunch, swinging around to glare at her as Barbara releases a horrified, “Melissa!”

“You’re a child. Just grow up!” You growl.

“Rich comin’ from the girl that isn’t even thirty yet.”

“Well that wasn’t a problem for your sister when I went on a date with her last night!”

The gasps in the room are instant. Even Gregory breaks out into a coughing fit as he struggles for breath. And okay, yeah. So you went on a date with Melissa’s sister, but in your defence you hadn’t known she was her sister until half way through the date and then you’d fucking ended it because you knew Melissa would get her panties in a twist.

And you thought you were being a good friend coming clean, that it would be a funny story. But no, classic Melissa flipped her shit talking about betrayal and schemes.

“Kristen Marie?” You hear Jacob mutter horrified under his breath. You don’t bother to correct him but no, her you knew. It had been Toni, Melissa’s youngest sister. You’d matched on Tinder and apart from both having green eyes there was nothing on her profile that gave away they were siblings. Toni was tall with short brown hair. You hadn’t even known she was from Philly until you showed up.

Melissa pushes herself up from her chair, her eyes dark and murderous as she stalks over to you. “I want nothin’ to do with ya.”

The hurt you’re feeling is shoved down. There’s no place for it when she’s angry. “Fine by me. If you’re this upset over one date I left early then maybe it’s a good call to bring this friendship to an end.”

“Guys-” Janine tries to interrupt.

“No,” You state hardly, eyes never straying from Melissa’s cold ones, “Schemmenti finally knows what she wants.”

“Yeah I do, and it’s you far away from me. In fact, so it’s clear for everyone just how I feel about this traitor, let’s say that if I saw you bleedin’ out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen ya.”

More horrified gasps. The words hit you in the chest but you barrel forward, your words scalding as you see red. “Wow, Schemmenti. It’s real no wonder you’re alone, is it? Determined to run anyone out your life that shows you any kindness. I’m surprised Joe lasted so long.”

Barbara shoots up, lips pursed and hands signalling a sharp line. “Enough! That is enough!”

Your shoulders slump, tired and drained. Everyone looks on edge, Janine close to tears although the words hadn’t been directed anywhere near her. Barbara was right.

You sigh, turn around and grab your lunch from the fridge while Melissa storms back to her chair.

“I’m sorry for the disruption. Enjoy your lunch.” You say to the group as you head for the door.

“Yeah, and don’t come back.” Melissa grunts.

“Oh, fuck off.” You snip, sending her one last glare before you storm back to your classroom where you close the door with perhaps too much force behind you. Which works in your favour because it’s a great deterrent in case anyone gets any unwise decisions to follow you, luckily they don’t.

Over the course of the next week you try every mindfulness trick in the book but still end up going home most evenings and screaming into a pillow. Everyone for the obvious reason that they weren’t shit scared of you had started coming to you begging you to fix the relationship between you and Melissa, like she wasn’t the one to burn it down in flames in the first place!

You don’t care how many times Janine comes to you crying about Abbott peace needing to be restored, or Jacob complains that he’s running out of crockery because Melissa keeps smashing it, or even Barbara’s pointed looks (which you know Melissa will be receiving as well) you refuse to give in. Not this time.

Ava’s pointed, “Fix this because I’m not starting doomsday with a fighting crew so I will have to pick, and it’s not looking good for you.” definitely hurts a little because you thought you were friends.

“This is the end of the world, Y/N. Friends get you killed! I need a crew with skills to make sure I survive.”

You walk away from that conversation and miss Melissa not for the first time that week. She’d say something kind to cheer you up like, “Doomsday ain’t happening, but if it does I’m not anyone’s patsy. Me, you, Barb and her family are all headin’ up to my timeshare and I’m keeping youse safe.”

As you walk the hallways of Abbott you hear her voice through the open door of her classroom. You pause, leaning against the wall where she can’t see you, and listen to her teach. You haven’t heard her voice void of hate all week and it was draining you. For a woman set on wanting nothing to do with you, she seemed to be around every corner shooting you a glare or scorching remark.

You melt into the wall, and listen to her lead her class through a grammar lesson, her voice gentle as she praises and encourages students. You miss the days you could drop in to her class on your free periods and bring her a cup of coffee just to see her eyes light up and receive a warm smile before leaving her to teach. You miss sharing food over lunch, you hate not having anyone to try your new recipe’s on. You miss every little soft touch she’d give you throughout the day, a hand on your arm, on your upper back, on your shoulder. You didn’t realise how much you relied on those moments to keep you steady until they were pulled away and suddenly you didn’t feel safe in your own body anymore. Ridiculous. You lived many years before Melissa Schemmenti your body and brain just needed to get the memo that it was happening again.

You needed to get over yourself because your friendship with Melissa Schemmenti was dead. Those kind comments weren’t coming and you needed to stop yearning for them if you wanted to survive at Abbott. First things first, maybe stop wistfully waiting outside her classroom.

You’re back in your classroom at the end of the day, packing up after dismissing your kids, when Ava’s voice rings through the intercom, “Miss Schemmenti and Miss L/N report to Miss Howard’s classroom immediately.”

What the hell?

You frown and place the books in your hands down before you head towards the kindergarten's teacher’s room, curiosity getting the better of you.

Melissa runs into you in the corridor, her brows drawn together in confusion. “You know what this is about?” She asks gruffly.

“Not a clue.” You sigh.

You let her lead the way into the classroom. Her walk signalling her preparation for battle. The protective streak in her simmering under the surface, you’d be dumb to think it had anything to do with you.

The kindergarten classroom is empty and in perfect order. Barbara Howard stands poised perfectly beside her desk, her head held high. “I’d like both of you to sit down please.” She says in her sickly sweet voice. The one you know means danger if you don’t comply so you perch on a desk near the front of her class.

StIll, Melissa doesn’t follow orders. Instead, hovering by the door. “Barb, what’s going on?”

Barbara holds her gaze, eyes flashing, even as her voice drips with honey, “Melisssa, dear. Sit down.”

She grumbles but this time complies, choosing the desk on the other side of the aisle to you. “Happy?”

“Wonderful.” Barbara clasps her hands together and starts making her way to the door. “Now, you two are going to fix what’s happened between you-”

“I’m not talking to that-”

“Barbara-”

“I do not want to hear it!” She cuts you both off. “I’ve had enough of the temper tantrums and sulking. You’re worse than the teenagers. So pull it together and admit you miss each other so people can stop walking on eggshells and poor Janine’s hair stops falling out.”

Thoroughly told, you slump further in on yourself as Barbara strides out of the room. The door shutting behind her and the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking into place.

You chance a glimpse of Melissa from the corner of your eye. Surprised she wasn’t up, ready to kick the door down to escape you. It’s then you notice just how tired she looks. Her makeup has begun to fade, revealing the dark circles under her eyes, her face was drawn and pale, her eyes lacking their usual sparkle. She looks exhausted.

“Melissa, what’s it going to take for you to forgive me?” You ask plainly.

She shoots you a glare, eyes full of fire again. The tiredness hidden and slammed up behind shields. “You know this ain’t a forgive and forget sorta situation.”

You push yourself off the desk and walk closer to the woman of your torment, “What so we don’t listen to Barbara and Abbott continues to be an awful place to work because everyone is uncomfortable whenever we’re in the same room.”

She shrugs, “I’ve worked with enemies before.”

“I’m an enemy now? Come on! It was one lousy date! You wanna throw away years of good friendship for that? I’ve apologised multiple times and I’ll do it again. I’m sorry Melissa. I wouldn’t have gone on the date if I’d known. You must know that.” You say incredulously, watching the hard-headed woman in front of you. “Why would I wanna jeopardise my closest relationship here? You really think you mean that little to me?”

She wavers, the words touching her, but she doesn’t soften. Instead, she pushes herself off the desk, making herself taller.

“You talk the talk. But if that’s all true,” she jabs a finger in your direction, “why’d you send goddamn’ nudes to my sister, Y/N!”

Your eyes widen, jaw dropping in shock. “What the hell are you talking about? We went on half a date. Why would I have sent her nudes? Do you really think I’m that sort of person?”

She crosses her arms against her chest, “I saw her last Sunday, before your date. She told me about this ‘young thing’ she was messagin’ and receivin’ risky photos from. You tellin’ me that weren’t you?”

“Firstly, ‘young thing’ is disgusting.” You protest, and Melissa winces in agreement. “But more to the point, no it was not me. Not that it would be any of your business if I did decide to send those types of photos to someone because I’m an adult and it’s my choice, Melissa. I get she’s your sister but I told you I left the date when I found out and that I had no interest in seeing her again. So I just don’t understand what the problem is.”

She sighs, and takes a step back. “You really tellin’ the truth?”

“Yes!”

“Fuckin’ hell,” She grumbles.

Her gaze drops from yours as she kicks her shoe into the ground, a frustrated grunt leaving her lips. When she looks at you again, her gaze softens, the anger melting away leaving her vulnerability exposed. “Look, I hated the thought of her seeing youse like that, alright? I love my sister but she’s not got the best track record of treatin’ women the way they ought to be treated and I didn’t want you messed up in that. If you were sharin’ those photos it should be with someone that respected ‘em, respected you. Not someone that treated you like her latest play thing.”

“So you took it out on me.”

“Well you still went on a date with my sister,” She says with an eye roll, “but I guess I got a second wind of anger when I connected the dots and It was easier to blame you. I’m sorry.” She shrugs.

You smile tenderly. The calm good, hope settling in your stomach that everything might actually be okay. She cared about you being treated right, that was something, at least.

“I’m sorry too. For everything I said in the staff room. I didn’t mean it.” You respond genuinely. You’d regretted the words as soon as your anger had faded.

“All’s good.” She shrugs again, with a smile. And you know you’re forgiven, even if you don’t feel like you quite deserve it.

She tilts her head, fingers tugging on the belt straps of her jeans - which doesn’t make your heart skip a beat at all. “Let me ask one thing ‘nd then we can move on for good.”

You clear your throat, “S-Sure.”

“Why her?”

“Mel-” You shake your head.

“Come on, there’s gotta be loads of women on those apps, but ya choose to meet with Toni, why?” She asks, watching you closely, eyes guarded, like she’s scared of your answer.

You sigh and contemplate lying or refusing to answer, especially with how new the calm is and how quick she can be set off again. But you also don’t want to refuse her and you can see the vulnerability she’s desperately trying to hide.

“Honestly?” You shrug, unable to hold her gaze, “I liked her eyes.”

“Seriously?” She chokes, eyes widening in surprise. She ducks her head and shifts on her feet, “People have always said we got the same eyes.”

“Similar. Yours are lighter, bigger, prettier.” The words are out your mouth before you can stop them and you kind of want the ground to swallow you up whole.

Melissa smiles, her cheeks dusting pink, as she laughs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay, hon.”

The compliment hadn’t been intended and leaves you feeling exposed, but still you hate her immediate refusal. A trend since you started at Abbott. Apart from compliments on her teaching, which she accepts, she’s always quick to dismiss the kind words that come from your mouth. Any compliments on her hair, her outfits, her personality are all quickly laughed off. You hate it, and what’s worse, you really don’t understand it. She accepts everyone else’s nice words, you know she’s so confident in herself, so it doesn’t make any sense.

“Why do you do that?” You ask, sighing.

She furrows her brows, “Do what?”

“Always reject the compliments I give you.”

She huffs, eyes averting yours. “I don’t.”

“Oh, come on,” You chuckle, “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

She crosses her arms against her chest, shrugging, “You’re a kid, whats it matter if I accept your compliments or not?” She challenges

“I’ve told you not to call me that.” You say firmly, eyes narrowing.

You had this conversation a few months after you started working together and she promised she’d stop calling you that. You were aware of the age gap, but that doesn’t mean you need to be patronisingly called ‘kid’, especially by Melissa. She knew better.

Her eyes narrow as her hand comes out to wave at you, “But you are, alright? Ain’t even thirty. Why are we kiddin’ ourselves with nice conversations and stupid compliments that mean nothin’.”

“You don’t honestly believe that,” You breathe, voice calm even as your heart beats rapidly.

“You should be hangin’ out with kids your own age, not me.”

“I do, you know this. I have out of school friends and I’ve got Ava and I join the after school crew sometimes.”

She stares at you, her eyes hard even as her hands shake. You reach out and place a gentle hand over hers and watch as her whole body relaxes.

Her eyes squeeze shut and she drops her head, a deep sigh escaping her lips.

“Mel, this is me.” You whisper. “My favourite part of the day is sneaking into your classroom and giving you a coffee because it makes you smile. You have no idea how much I’ve missed it this last week. It just so happens that out of everyone you're still my favourite person to be with. What’s so wrong about that?”

Shining green eyes meet yours, “I ain’t good for ya.”

Your brows draw together, heart aching as you step closer to her. “That’s not true.”

She’s so close you can see the brown specks in her green eyes. You want to reach out and cup her cheek, hold her close and help somehow.

“Isn’t my opinion what matters?” You prompt.

Her eyes gaze back into yours, pained and tormented.

“You’re a terrible idea.” She breathes, voice so quiet you barely hear it over the sound of your thumping heart.

“Mel,” Your heart thuds, your voice shaking as you're guided closer by an invisible force. Your hand rests on her upper arm, hers perching on your waist and all your thoughts disappear in an instant as your eyes squeeze shut and you try to remember how to breathe.

Her eyes track your face, memorising every detail now she has you so close. The slight furrow of your brow, your delicate eyelashes, your open mouth.

“Fuck it,” She sighs, her hand coming up to cup your cheek, fingers cool against your overheated skin. Your eyes open and Melissa’s darkened ones stare back at you. Your teeth dig into your lip and her eyes follow the movement.

You can’t find your breath as Melissa guides you towards her, her mouth slowly moving closer to yours. Your fingers grip into the cotton of her t-shirt the moment her lips tenderly brush against yours. You melt into the kiss, a mew escaping your mouth as you kiss her back. All thoughts gone as you give into the sensation of her lips against yours.

It doesn’t last long but you still can’t find your breath when Melissa pulls back, a nervous smile on her lips.

“Wow,” You breathe.

She chuckles affectionately, her eyes warm as she watches you. “That’s all you’ve gotta say?”

“Uh…Kiss me again, please?” You offer

She chuckles again, her smirk victorious as she rolls her eyes. “Come on, tell me what you’re feelin’”

“Oh, isn’t that obvious?” You squint, “I’m obsessed with you. I have been for ages. You’re the one that was keeping it all close to the chest, Schemmenti.”

She shrugs, “Dunno. I might’ve suspected you had a thing. Wasn’t sure though, and with those dates you’ve been going on. I was gettin’ mixed signals.” She rolls her eyes.

She’s been going on dates as well but it seems pointless to point that out. “Melissa, I’m crazy about you.”

She grins, “I kinda have a thing for ya too.”

Your heart thumps at her words, like the kiss wasn’t enough confirmation. Her smile and warm eyes, matching your own goofy smile. “That’s good to know. How about you let me take you out for dinner?”

She rolls her eyes, “What the same place you took my sister? No hun, I’m takin’ you out.”

Your teeth dig into your lips as you try and fail to suppress your smirk, “Oh, was that the real issue? Jealous that your sister got to go out with me first?”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” She grumbles.

“Oh yeah, is that so?” You tease, leaning in close.

Melissa’s eyes darken, “I’d watch it if I were you.”

“Why’s that?” You ask, excitement rippling down your spine.

“‘Cause you’ve got no idea what I’m capable of.”

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise.”

Your body heats up. All the air leaving your lungs as Melissa laughs.

“This is gonna be fun.” She grins.

She pats your hip, “Come on, hon, let's find a way out of this room and then I’ll take you on a proper date.”

You nod, unable to form words as you follow her blindly.

But with Melissa Schemmenti, you know you’ll always be okay, even if she does have a dangerous impact on your ability to regulate your breath.

You think it’s worth it.

For a woman that beautiful, just about anything is.

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springwitch8 · 5 months ago

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picture you (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tomorrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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anotherworldawaitsus · 2 days ago

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Happy Endings

Summary: When Melissa books your massage services, you both get more than you bargained for.

Chapter: 2/3

Warnings: Smut with feelings, age difference, soft Melissa, fem reader

Chapter 2

You patted the table before turning away to give her some privacy. “Take the robe off and lie down on your stomach, then drape the sheet over you.”

In the window, you followed the blurry fragments of her reflection — a wave of red hair, an expanse of snowy skin, the hourglass curve of her hips. Then she slipped beneath the sheet.

“All ready,” she said. You turned back around, reaching into your bag and extracting a small bottle.

“So, how long ya been doin’ this?” Melissa asked.

You poured a blend of apricot and almond oil into your hands, rubbing them together to create friction and heat.

“About 10 years,” you said. A sweet, nutty smell perfumed the air.

She squirmed as you pulled the sheet down, revealing her upper back. Her shoulders were dusted with freckles.

“So I’m in good hands?” she asked.

Her tone was languid, sexy. You swept her hair to the side, grinning as goosebumps erupted along the nape of her neck. Her breathing hitched.

“The best,” you answered.

Melissa hummed as you hooked your thumbs into her trapezius muscles and moved outward in long sweeping motions.

“I’m stimulating blood flow to the area,” you explained. “Warming you up, so we can work on any tension.”

“You’ll find plenty of that,” she rumbled. “I ain’t too good at relaxin’.”

The admission tugged at your heart. Melissa was clearly wound tight, a worrier weighed down by how much she cared.

“You have a hard job,” you said sympathetically. “Lots of responsibility. It’s important to take care of yourself.”

She made a vague noise of agreement as you gently agitated the tissue throughout her upper back, feeling it beginning to soften beneath your fingertips, becoming more pliant in your hands.

“How’s that feel?”

“S’good,” Melissa slurred, groaning in pleasure as you dug into a particularly stiff spot near her neck. You were used to clients being vocal during treatment. But something about eliciting these noises from Melissa made your brain go staticky.

“Would you be ok with a bit more pressure? You’re pretty tight, I want to work on that.”

Melissa shivered at your words, at the honey-sweet tone of your voice, at the way you asked permission and waited until she gave it. Maybe it was wrong getting off on that, but something about the power dynamic was winding her up. She felt in control and out of control at the same time.

“I’m a big girl,” she husked, lost in the fog of pure sensation. “I can take it.”

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, wondering if she was crossing the line with all this semi-dirty talk. This was your job, after all. A hot thing like you probably had to deal with plenty of creeps in this line of work. But then you laughed.

“That’s what I like to hear,” you purred, palpating your fingers carefully into a tender spot. Your touch triggered a tingling sensation on Melissa’s scalp and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her body was molten in your hands, pleasure rippling outward in lazy waves.

“Jesus Christ,” she groaned, both at the feeling and the silky tone of your voice as you explained what you were doing. You lightly caressed the base of her skull and danced your fingers upward, playing with her hair.

“So pretty,” you murmured, twisting a strand around your finger.

“Ya like redheads, hon?” she asked, teasing and low.

Heat rushed to your face and pooled low in your stomach. An aching arousal pulsed through you, knowing she was toying with you.

“Big fan,” you managed to say, hoping your voice sounded normal. Melissa laughed and the sound threatened to short-circuit your brain.

Giving your head a little shake, you continued working your way down her back. You lowered the sheet until the top curve of her ass was exposed, plump and pearly. You briefly wondered what it would look like adorned with the red outline of a bite mark.

“I’m going to work on your lower back now,” you explained. “I’ll start soft, but you let me know if it’s too much.”

“Maybe we should have a safe word,” she joked breathlessly, but you could tell there was some apprehension in her voice as you engaged the sensitive tissue, like she was braced for pain. You gently gripped her hips, kneading the outer muscles with your thumbs.

Melissa closed her eyes, zoning out a little and letting her mind wander. She hated to admit it, but Barb had been right. This was beyond relaxing. She felt like she was floating, like your hands were the only thing tethering her to the earth. Those hands. So strong, so warm. She could think of a few other uses for hands like that…

Had you ever crossed the line with one of your clients? Gone the extra mile to make them feel good, to give them what they needed? The thought sent a thrill of desire through her and she squirmed on the table. What would happen if your hands dipped between her legs and found a mess of wetness there? Would you be able to resist pulling her ruined underwear aside, sliding your fingers in? Gentle at first, then hard enough to make her arch her back, to leave bruises—

“How’s that?” you asked, and the sweetness in your voice went right through Melissa’s chest. She nodded, lost in the punch-drunk pleasure.

“Words, please?” you asked, vigilant for any sign of discomfort or pain.

“Good,” she breathed, an agonizing warmth spreading through her belly as your knuckles brushed against her ass.. “You can go…deeper.”

The implication hung in the air.

You returned your attention to the tender spot, continuing the diligent work of uncoiling her tension. Slowly, you felt each tightly bound muscle group giving way. Melissa slackened in your grip, her soft figure yielding, turning even more supple. Her breathing deepened. Every so often, she gasped, as a new dimension of bliss ricocheted through her body.

For several minutes, you got a little lost in the hypnotic pattern of rubbing, soothing, tapping, kneading. Suddenly, you heard a sniffle. Looking up, you noticed tears had gathered in the corners of her eyes. Swearing softly, you immediately paused.

“Melissa?”

“Don’t stop,” she croaked. “Please.”

“Talk to me,” you insisted.

“I don’t know why I’m cryin’,” she said with a wet laugh. “It don’t hurt, it feels incredible.”

You ghosted your fingertips over her skin, and she shivered, a feverish warmth blooming wherever you touched her.

“Our muscles trap emotion,” you said gently. “Massage can…release that.”

Melissa didn’t say anything for a moment, processing your words. It had been a long time since someone touched her like this. In fact, maybe no one had ever been so careful with her, so tender, so singular in their pursuit of her pleasure.

“You’re takin’ such good care of me,” she whispered jaggedly, eyes fluttering shut as her entire world shrank to the feeling of your hands on her body. “Makin’ me feel so good.”

Her praise unspooled your last bit of resolve. You rocked back on your heels, staggered by a pulse of desire for this bombshell of a woman laid bare on your table, blissed-out, body slack, expression sweet and unguarded. You wanted to give her exactly what she needed.

“You work hard,” you continued, sensing she was close to the edge of a powerful release. “You don’t always have to be so strong, or hold on so tight.”

“Yeah?” Her voice was uncertain, hopeful, like she was asking permission.

“It’s okay to let go,” you breathed. “I promise I’ve got you.”

Your hands resumed their work, rubbing soothing circles into her back. “You deserve to feel good.”

Melissa groaned at the assertion. The desperate sincerity in your voice did something to her. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve the building pressure there. You noticed the shift, the way she wriggled her hips helplessly.

“Tell me again,” she said.

“You, Melissa Schemmenti, deserve to feel so good,” you repeated, emphasizing the last two words so there could be no mistaking your meaning.

She whimpered as your hands dipped lower, skating over her hips and the pillowy curve of her ass cheeks. A breathy little whine slipped out of Melissa’s mouth, surprising you both. You paused, just long enough to collect yourself, then pulled the sheet into a different position. You lightly traced your fingertips along the milky skin of her inner thigh, impossibly soft, running up toward her center and then back down in a teasing pattern, gauging her reaction.

“Tight hamstrings can actually impact lower back pain,” you babbled, kneading the muscles in question, though the pretense of professionalism was all but gone. Your eyes glazed over a little as Melissa bucked her hips against the massage table again.

“Ticklish,” she choked out, voice tight.

The redhead was simultaneously relieved and disappointed that she’d left her underwear on. The black lacy hiphuggers preserved her dignity, concealing the embarrassing slick dripping between her legs. But they also prevented your fingers from reaching their delicious final destination. She felt painfully empty, walls clenching around nothing.

“Tell me what you need,” you said dazedly, though you seemed incapable of stopping your hands as they traveled back up the same soft, irresistible path.

“You,” she said, practically begging. “There.”

When you reached the apex of her thighs for the second time, you swiped one trembling finger over the crotch of her panties, feeling the hot damp arousal that had soaked through the fabric. Melissa moaned at your featherlight touch, at the torturous heat it ignited.

You were both teetering on the brink, had almost fallen right over the edge. Your entire world had narrowed to the sounds Melissa made when you touched her, and the need to keep eliciting those sounds from her perfect mouth.

But then there was a sharp knock at the front door and the spell shattered.

You yanked your hands away. Melissa twisted around and gripped the sheet, pulling it against her body. The knock sounded again.

“Should I—?” you asked, gesturing uncertainly toward the door.

Melissa watched you walk into the hallway and peek outside. You cracked the door open, spoke for a few moments in low tones, then reappeared holding a flyer.

“Some teenagers canvassing for the election,” you said, waving the paper. “Wanted to make sure you’re registered to vote.”

Melissa sat on the sofa, sheet wrapped around her like a toga, hair mussed and cheeks flushed. She rolled her eyes.

“Those little bastards got some timing.”

“Yeah,” you said, running a hand through your hair in disbelief. “Listen, about that—about what happened—“

“You mean my happy ending?”

You winced at the cliché. “I’ve never done that before, I swear.”

“Well technically speaking,” she said, biting her lip, looking up at you with those eyes. “Ya still haven’t.”

Melissa leaned back on the couch, all suggestive looks and seductive curves. She parted her legs slightly and the electric tension surged back into the room, so strong you struggled to get a breath. You placed a hand on the wall to steady yourself.

“Technically speaking,” you repeated faintly.

“So where does that leave us, doll?” She examined her fingernails, feigning disinterest, relishing the slack look of desire on your face. “I feel like we were on the verge of a real breakthrough,”

You checked your watch, devastated to see how late it had gotten. “I have another appointment across town,” you whined.

“Relax, Midas,” she said, grinning like a jackal at your obvious desperation. “I’ll take a rain check. You free next weekend?”

The thought of leaving without touching her again made you feel crazy but you nodded. “I’ll —I’ll give you my personal number,” you said. “So you can call or text me directly, whenever you’re ready.”

“Eager to please,” she said, smirking. “I like that.”

You clenched your teeth. This was going to be the longest week of your life.

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morgana-larkin · 2 days ago

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Melissa Schemmenti - Series

Smut *

Worth It - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6* Part 7* Part 8* Part 9* Part 10* Part 11* Part 12* Part 13* Part 14*

Caught On Camera - Part 1 Part 2

Want You Back - Original* Alternate Ending*

Green Isn't Your Colour - Part 1 Part 2

Mine - Part 1* Part 2 Part 3 Part 4* Part 5* Part 6* Part 7* Part 8* Part 9* Part 10*

Blood As Green As Her Eyes - Part 1* Part 2*

The Vendor, The Teacher and The Roses - Part 1 Part 2 Alt End*

Don't Call Me That - Part 1 Part 2*

Calling 911 - Part 1 Part 2*

Wanna Kiss The Teacher - Part 1* Part 2*

You Got A Friend In Me - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Mommy Dearest - Part 1 Part 2*

Just Tired - Part 1* Part 2 Part 3* Part 4 Part 5* Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12*

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olderwomenenthusiast · 17 days ago

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finally getting her attention (melissa schemmenti)

PAIRING: melissa schemmenti & fem reader DESCRIPTION: you really want melissa to pay attention to you CAUTION: strap-on sex, face fucking, spitting, fake cum, breeding kink if you squint WORD COUNT: 3.8k AUTHOR'S NOTE: not proof read & please, i need melissa so bad MASTERLIST

Melissa is at her desk, red pen tapping absently against a stack of papers, eyes flicking between the grading rubric and the essays before her. She’s been at it for hours, laser-focused, while you’ve been left to your own devices; restless, needy, and growing increasingly frustrated.

At first, you tried being patient. You curled up on the couch, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, sighing dramatically every now and then, hoping she’d take the hint. Nothing.

Next, you got bolder - walking over to her desk, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple, nuzzling against her in that way you know makes her weak. She hummed in acknowledgment, but that was it. A brief flick of her eyes to you before she went right back to grading.

Fine. If soft wasn’t working, maybe bratty would.

You draped yourself over the arm of the couch, stretching with an exaggerated whimper. Then you shifted, positioning yourself on all fours, pushing your ass up ever so slightly as you arched your back. A not-so-innocent little moan escaped your lips, just to see if she’d look.

Nothing.

You huffed, then got up and walked into the kitchen. If teasing wasn’t enough, maybe distracting her with something tangible would be. You grabbed a popsicle from the freezer, unwrapped it, and walked right back to her desk, sucking on it obscenely.

This time, you saw her shoulders stiffen. She didn’t look up, but she wasn’t unaffected, either.

So you took it a step further, licking the length of it before moaning softly. “Mmm. So good.”

Melissa inhaled sharply through her nose but still didn’t acknowledge you.

Alright. If she wanted to play this game, you’d win it.

You abandoned the popsicle in the sink and walked over to her again, running your fingers over her shoulders, down the line of her arm, before dipping beneath her desk. You knelt between her legs, resting your chin on her thigh. “Melissa…” you purred, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes.

She exhaled sharply, finally looking down at you. “You’re bein’ a real pain in my ass, sweetheart,” she murmured, but there was heat in her gaze now, her pupils dilated just enough to tell you she was starting to crack.

You smirked. “Wouldn’t be a problem if you just fucked me already.”

Melissa chuckled lowly, shaking her head as she leaned back in her chair, watching you. “You that desperate, huh?”

Instead of answering, you rose to your feet, standing in front of her. Maintaining eye contact, you reached for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, dropping it to the floor. Your shorts followed, along with your underwear, until you stood before her, completely bare.

She let out a slow breath, her jaw tightening as she took you in.

You climbed onto her desk, deliberately pushing aside her papers as you leaned back on your elbows, parting your thighs to reveal just how soaked you were. “See what you do to me?” you whispered, dragging a teasing finger along your inner thigh before brushing it lightly over your slick folds. “Been wet all day, waiting for you.”

Melissa groaned, rolling her chair back abruptly as she stood, rolling up her sleeves. “Alright, enough,” she muttered, voice thick with desire. “You want my attention? You’ve got it.”

She walked over to the dresser, opening the drawer where she kept the strap-on - the one she’d bought specifically because it had a feature you couldn’t stop obsessing over: a fake cum-filled reservoir, designed to fill you up exactly how you craved.

You swallowed hard, watching her fasten the harness, adjusting the straps with practiced ease.

Melissa smirked as she met your gaze again. “On the bed. Now.”

You obeyed immediately, scrambling back toward the mattress as anticipation coiled in your stomach.

She followed, crawling over you, her hands gripping your thighs as she spread them wider. Her breath was warm against your neck as she murmured, “You wanted to be fucked senseless, didn’t you?”

You nodded breathlessly.

Melissa smirked, positioning the tip of the strap against your entrance, teasing you with it.

“Hope you’re ready, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice dripping with promise. “Because I’m gonna give you exactly what you begged for.”

Melissa presses the thick tip of the strap against your entrance, just barely nudging it forward before pulling back, teasing you with slow drags over your soaked folds. You whine, hips bucking up, desperate for more friction, but she tuts, shaking her head.

“So impatient,” she murmurs, dragging a hand up your thigh before gripping it firmly, keeping you still beneath her. “You spent all that time begging, and now you don’t even have the patience to take what I give you?”

You whimper, gripping the sheets beneath you, knowing better than to answer. She cocks her head, waiting, and when you don’t argue, she smirks. “Good girl.”

Then, without breaking eye contact, Melissa leans down and spits directly onto your clit.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips, your thighs twitching as the wet warmth spreads over your sensitive flesh. She uses two fingers to spread it, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your clit before trailing down to coat your already-drenched entrance.

“Look at this mess,” she muses, slipping two fingers through the slickness, teasing your hole without pushing inside. “So wet for me.”

You let out a frustrated whine, your hips shifting involuntarily, but her grip on your thigh tightens. “What do you want, sweetheart?” she asks, voice thick with amusement as she continues rubbing her spit over your needy, aching pussy.

“You,” you breathe out, voice shaking. “Please, Melissa.”

Melissa hums in approval, dragging the head of the strap through your slick folds one last time before lining it up with your entrance. “That’s more like it.”

And then she thrusts inside.

The stretch is delicious, your walls clenching around the thick silicone as she fills you in one smooth motion. Your back arches off the bed, a broken moan escaping your lips as Melissa presses forward, bottoming out with a deep groan of her own.

“Fuck,” she hisses, watching the way your body takes her. “So tight - look at you.”

Your fingers scramble for purchase, gripping at her arms, her shoulders, anything to ground yourself. She doesn’t move at first, just holding you open, letting you feel every inch of her.

Then, she pulls back, slowly and deliberately before slamming back in.

Your breath stutters, a choked gasp spilling from your lips as she sets a brutal rhythm, fucking into you with deep, punishing thrusts. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, slick and obscene, mixed with the desperate moans spilling from your lips.

Melissa watches you with dark, hungry eyes, reveling in the way you unravel beneath her. “This what you wanted?” she pants, her grip bruising on your thighs as she pounds into you.

“Yes—yes, please—”

She leans down, one hand bracing beside your head, the other slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles over your swollen, needy clit. “Gonna make you cum so hard, sweetheart,” she growls, her voice wrecked. “Then I’m gonna fill you up - fuck you full of my cum, just like you need.”

The promise sends you spiraling, heat coiling dangerously in your stomach as your body trembles beneath her. “Melissa...” you sob, teetering on the edge, gripping her shoulders as she fucks you harder, faster, her thrusts deep and unforgiving.

“That’s it,” she grits out, relentless as she works you toward your peak. “Cum for me.”

And with a final thrust, the coil inside you snaps.

Your orgasm crashes over you, white-hot and all-consuming, your body tightening around her as you cry out, pleasure overwhelming every nerve. Melissa groans, grinding into you through your release, her own breathing ragged as she presses in as deep as she can.

Then, with a sharp thrust, she presses a button on the base of the strap, and warmth floods inside you.

The sensation sends another shudder through you, your overstimulated body trembling as you whimper at the feeling of being filled. Melissa groans, watching with heated fascination as the fake cum leaks out around where she’s still buried inside you.

“Fuck,” she breathes, smoothing a hand over your trembling thigh. “Made such a mess.”

She finally stills, leaning down to kiss along your jaw, her breath warm against your skin. “You good, sweetheart?” she murmurs, her voice softer now, laced with something almost tender.

You nod, still trying to catch your breath, and she chuckles, nuzzling against you before pulling out slowly, murmuring praises as she soothes over your spent body.

“You did so good,” she whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before trailing lower, her lips brushing over your collarbone. “So fucking good for me.”

And as she slips her fingers between your thighs, collecting the mess she made, you realize you’re far from done for the night.

Melissa smirks as she brings her fingers to your lips, her touch firm but teasing. “Clean them, baby,” she murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction.

You don’t hesitate, parting your lips eagerly, sucking her fingers into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them as you moan softly. You taste yourself on her skin, and it only makes the fire inside you burn hotter.

She watches you with dark, hooded eyes, her free hand smoothing over your jaw before tightening slightly, holding you still. “That’s it. Such a messy little thing, but you love it, don’t you?”

You nod, eyes glazed over with hunger, sucking harder, desperate for any part of her you can get. But then, just as suddenly as she gave them to you, she pulls her fingers away.

You whine, hips shifting restlessly, the loss unbearable. “Lissaaa—” your voice breaks, high and needy, your thighs rubbing together in desperation. “More. Please. Need more.”

Melissa tilts her head, amused by your wrecked state. “More, huh?”

You nod frantically, your hands already drifting between your legs, fingers sliding over your soaked folds, searching for relief. But before you can give yourself what you need, Melissa catches your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“No.” Her voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. “You don’t get to touch.”

A desperate sob spills from your lips. “Please --”

She just smirks, shifting above you, her knee pressing between your thighs, giving you just a hint of friction but not enough. “You wanna be used that bad, sweetheart?”

“Yesfuckyesplease, Liss—” You’re practically vibrating with need, your body aching for her. “Use me. Fuck my face. Just - please!!”

Melissa groans at your desperation, her grip tightening around your wrists for a moment before she lets go, standing beside the bed. You watch with wide, eager eyes as she undoes the harness, adjusting it so the strap juts forward, perfectly positioned for what you’ve begged for.

“On your knees,” she orders.

You scramble to obey, slipping off the bed and sinking onto the floor between her legs, your hands instinctively resting on her thighs as you look up at her with pleading, desperate eyes.

Melissa runs her fingers through your hair, tugging slightly, guiding you closer. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”

You obey instantly, lips parting as you stare up at her, pupils blown wide with pure need. She taps the tip of the strap against your tongue before sliding it in, slow and deliberate, watching the way your lips stretch around it.

“Fuck, that’s a sight,” she murmurs, her voice thick with arousal.

You moan around her, your own hands creeping down between your legs again, but Melissa sees. She clicks her tongue, grabbing your wrists once more.

“What did I say?”

You whimper in frustration, thighs clenching together, desperate beyond reason.

Melissa chuckles darkly. “Guess I’ll just have to keep your hands busy another way.”

She grabs your hair, tightening her grip before thrusting deeper, setting a slow but deliberate rhythm as she fucks your mouth, watching as you take her, drool spilling down your chin, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Look at you,” she breathes, voice filled with heat. “So fucking desperate to be used.”

You moan around her, letting her control you, willing to do anything if it means she’ll finally let you come.

And judging by the way her grip tightens and her thrusts get rougher, you’re getting exactly what you begged for.

Melissa groans low in her throat as she watches you, your mouth stretched wide around the thick strap, lips swollen and slick with spit. Your hands grip her thighs for balance, nails digging in slightly as she thrusts deep, the tip nudging the back of your throat.

“Fuck, just like that,” she pants, her fingers tightening in your hair, holding you still as she rocks forward, slow but deliberate, letting you feel every inch as she fucks your mouth.

You moan around her, your throat constricting as you take her deeper, your own arousal dripping down your thighs. Every thrust sends another wave of need crashing over you, your body trembling with the effort of staying still, of being good for her.

Melissa’s breathing grows heavier, her hips moving faster, her own pleasure building as the harness rubs against her clit with each thrust. “Shit.. so fucking good for me baby.”

You whimper in response, your throat flexing around the strap as you hollow your cheeks, desperate to push her over the edge. You can see it in the way her jaw clenches, her grip tightening in your hair, the way her muscles tense.

Then, with a deep, shuddering breath, she presses in as far as she can, holding you there.

“Takeitfuck...”

And then warmth floods your mouth.

The artificial release fills your throat, thick and hot, just like she knew you wanted. The sensation makes your body jolt, another needy whimper vibrating around her as you swallow greedily, taking every drop.

Melissa curses under her breath, watching you with dark, hooded eyes, her chest heaving. “God, look at you,” she murmurs, running a thumb over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had slipped free. “Such a needy little thing, drinking it all up.”

You nod weakly, still licking at the tip of the strap, not wanting to let go. But then she lets out a sharp breath, her hips jerking slightly and that’s when you realize.

She’s still grinding against the harness, her clit catching against the base with every tiny movement. Her body is tense, her thighs clenching around you, the pleasure mounting rapidly.

A slow, desperate smirk curls your lips.

“Liss,” you whisper, voice hoarse from how thoroughly she’s used your throat. “You gonna cum for me?”

Melissa exhales sharply, her hands flying to your shoulders as her rhythm stutters, the pressure of the harness hitting just right.

“Fuck—”

Then her body seizes, her thighs trembling as a sharp, wrecked moan tears from her lips. She grinds down hard, riding out her orgasm, her grip bruising on your skin as she comes apart above you.

You watch her, dazed and mesmerized, utterly in awe of the way she falls apart - because of you.

Finally, she sags slightly, her breathing heavy as she blinks down at you, still on your knees, lips parted, eyes wide and eager.

Melissa chuckles, shaking her head as she cups your jaw, tilting your face up to hers. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?” she murmurs, her voice still thick with pleasure.

You grin, pressing a kiss to her fingers, your eyes shining with unrelenting hunger.

“I can think of a few things.”

Melissa lets out a satisfied sigh, her fingers lazily running through your hair before she steps back, reaching for the buttons of her blouse. Your breath catches as she slowly undoes them, one by one, revealing more of her toned stomach, the swell of her breasts beneath her bra.

She doesn’t rush - she knows exactly what she’s doing to you, how desperate you already are. She peels the fabric off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

And then, finally, it’s gone.

Your eyes drink her in, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you admire the way her skin glows in the dim light, the way her muscles shift subtly as she moves. No matter how many times you’ve seen her like this, she still leaves you utterly mesmerized.

“Baby,” you breathe, voice laced with awe, your fingers itching to touch.

Melissa smirks, amused by your reaction, but before she can say anything, you move.

You stand abruptly, closing the space between you in an instant, your hands finding her waist as you tug her against you. She lets out a surprised laugh, her arms looping around your neck, but the movement throws you both off balance, and before you know it --

You tumble onto the bed, tangled together, giggling against each other’s skin.

“Baby!” Melissa exclaims, laughing as she lands half on top of you, her weight warm and comforting.

You can’t stop giggling, your fingers trailing up her back, holding her close. “Oops,” you say, breathless, your grin wide. “Guess I got a little too excited.”

Melissa lifts her head, her eyes shining with amusement and something deeper, something darker beneath the playful surface. “Yeah?” she murmurs, shifting her hips ever so slightly against yours, making you gasp. “Still excited, sweetheart?”

Your laughter fades into a needy whimper, your body instantly responding to her. “Yes,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around her waist, keeping her close. “Always.”

Melissa’s smirk returns, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down your side. “Good,” she murmurs, leaning in until her lips just barely ghost over yours. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Then she kisses you - deep and slow, her tongue sweeping into your mouth, stealing your breath, making you dizzy with want.

And just like that, the heat between you flares back to life, burning hotter than ever.

Melissa gasps as you flip the two of you, pressing her down onto the mattress, your body draped over hers. Your lips move instantly to her chest, your mouth latching onto one of her perfect, soft breasts.

“Fuck—” she hisses, her fingers threading through your hair as you swirl your tongue around her nipple, teasing, before sucking it into your mouth. Her back arches instinctively, pressing closer, and you hum in satisfaction, flicking your tongue over the sensitive bud before dragging your teeth over it lightly.

Her breathing turns shaky, her nails digging into your scalp as you switch, giving the other nipple the same attention, your hand twisting and tugging the one now slick from your mouth. The sharp little gasps she lets out send a pulse of arousal straight to your core, making you grind subtly against her thigh, but you don’t linger.

You have a destination in mind.

You kiss your way down her body, savoring the way she twitches beneath your touch, the way her stomach flexes as your lips ghost over her heated skin.

“Baby,” she breathes, voice thick with anticipation as you settle between her thighs, your hands pushing them apart.

You groan at the sight of her - already soaked, her arousal glistening, waiting for you.

“Fuck, Liss,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh before looking up at her with a teasing smirk. “So wet for me already.”

She exhales sharply, her hips shifting impatiently. “Don’t tease,” she warns, but there’s no real threat in her voice - just need.

You grin, then finally give her what she wants.

Your mouth latches onto her clit, sucking it into your mouth as your fingers tease at her entrance, gathering her slick before slowly pushing inside.

Melissa chokes on a gasp, her head falling back against the pillows as pleasure jolts through her.

“JesusfuckingChristfuck...”

You hum against her, the vibration making her thighs twitch. You start slow, dragging your tongue over her swollen clit in deliberate, teasing strokes, matching the rhythm of your fingers as you curl them inside her, searching for that spot that makes her fall apart.

Her breathing turns ragged, her hips rocking against your mouth, desperate for more. You give it to her, sucking harder, flicking your tongue just the way you know she loves, your fingers thrusting deep and firm.

Melissa’s moans grow louder, her grip on your hair tightening as her body tenses beneath you. “Fuck - yes, just like that...”

You moan in response, the sound muffled against her, and the sensation sends a violent shudder through her.

“Shitbaby, I’m --”

Her thighs clamp around your head as she tumbles over the edge, her whole body trembling, her moan breaking into a wrecked sob as she comes hard against your tongue.

You don’t stop.

Not until she’s gasping, pushing weakly at your head, her body twitching with overstimulation.

Only then do you pull away, your lips slick with her arousal, your fingers still lazily tracing her inner thigh as you look up at her with a smug little smile.

Melissa blinks down at you, still trying to catch her breath, her eyes dark and dazed.

“Come here,” she rasps, her voice still wrecked.

Melissa pulls you up toward her, her hands gentle as she cups your face, brushing your hair back from your forehead. She kisses you softly, her lips lingering against yours in a slow, tender embrace. The heat of the moment begins to dissipate, replaced by a quiet warmth between the two of you.

“Good girl,” she whispers, her voice soft but laced with pride. “You did so well.”

You nod, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all, but the safety and tenderness in her touch instantly put you at ease. She runs her fingers through your hair, soothing the edges of your anxiety as her other hand strokes down your side, her touch light and comforting.

Melissa shifts, pulling you into her arms, cradling your head against her chest. Her heartbeat is steady, a rhythmic sound that grounds you as you relax into her warmth. She presses gentle kisses to your forehead, each one a reassurance.

“You okay?” she murmurs, her voice soft with concern as she holds you close.

You nod again, letting out a small sigh of relief, the rush of emotions calming as you settle into her embrace. “Yeah… just needed that.”

Melissa smiles, her hand smoothing down your back, pressing you closer. “I know, baby. I’ve got you. We can take all the time you need.”

You close your eyes, letting yourself relax completely in her arms. The moment is peaceful, and as she continues to rub your back and kiss your skin, you feel yourself drifting into a safe, contented space.

She doesn’t let go - she holds you, keeping you close as you both slowly breathe in sync, knowing that the intensity of the evening has passed, but the connection between you remains. The care, the softness, the aftercare - it’s what really makes the night memorable.

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Meetings in Secret- Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Pairing: Step-Aunt Melissa x Step-Niece Reader (not blood relatives!!)

Word count: 11.6k DAMN this a whole book, if it does well i may make a part two

Warnings: fooling around with your step-moms sister, mild smut, fingering, grinding, some angst, drug and alcohol usage

Summary: You are 21 in college and meet Melissa at a family party and continue to run into her. You fall into a loop with her and she keeps dissapearing.

this was def not based on true events

Friday nights were always your favorite since you started college, and now you are freshly twenty-one meaning you prepare yourself all week for Friday nights. You and your friends would go out, have a blast, come home, and crash. Then you would do it again the next weekend. They were almost sacred nights now. So when you got a call from your step-mom saying her son's graduation party was on friday, you held in a displeased groan. Of course you said you would be there and dreaded the event. You did your hair and makeup, leaving your hair down and light makeup since it was mainly outdoors. You wore a simple skirt with a nice tank top and headed home just as it was about to hit seven.

When you arrived you took a deep breath and grabbed the card you got for your step-brother then headed inside. You could hear the music as soon as you got out of your car and your eyes went wide. There were a ton of cars parked in the front of the house and you heard the roar of chatter. Wafts of barbeque and beer came your way as you walked into the kitchen.

“Oh Y/n! I'm so glad you made it!” Your step-mom, Mary, said with a smile and came to give you a hug. “Your father is outside on the grill and Jude is outside with his friends.” she went back to cooking and you nodded.

“It smells great in here, what time did everyone get here? Sorry I'm a little late.”

“Oh it's fine people started arriving at five but they’ll be here all night.” she laughed. You looked out the window to see tables set up under canopies, with lights dangling all around, a balloon arch graced a window, and there was a large speaker playing music. Your jaw opened slightly, they didn't even go this big for your high school graduation. You turned back to Mary with a smile.

“That's a lot of people.”

“Yeah so we are trying to keep the inside off limits, unless it's for the restrooms.” she quipped in response as she bounced around the kitchen. You went outside and said hi to your dad before going to congratulate Jude.

“I got this card for you, Congratulations!” You said with a smile and he gave you a hug.

“Thanks Y/n.”

“Your mom really went all out.” you laughed and he nodded.

“Yeah I don't even remember some of these people, but hey mom’s letting me have a few beers so I can't complain.” You laughed before heading back inside to see if Mary needed any help.

After a couple more hours, people were dancing and mingling like crazy, drinks were flowing and people were either gossiping at tables or dancing by the speaker. You had to admit you were having a pretty good time, you had been hanging around your dad or just chilling by yourself for most of the night, but you were enjoying the people watching, and the juicy rumors people were chatting up. Your step mom called everyone in for a shot and your head started to hurt from the thought of that many people in the kitchen. You had also managed to avoid any introductions and didn't want that to change. You felt better with the drinks you had in your system and had already done a shot or two with Jude when no one was looking. Only the people that actually wanted a shot came inside, thank god, and you stood outside of the circle of people around the kitchen island where your stepmom was pouring the shots in these tiny plastic cups. Your dad yelled a salud to Jude and everyone cheered as they downed their shots. After that most people went back outside but a few hung around for another. When most cleared out of the way, through slightly fuzzy vision you saw a woman standing at the counter, red hair draped across her shoulders in smooth curls, and eyes that sparkled in the dim lighting. An angel- you thought to yourself. You looked away when you realized you had been staring and went to pour yourself another shot.

‘Oh do you want a glass of wine or a cocktail instead?” Mary asked from the sink and you shook your head.

“Nah thats okay im good with this and the beer selection isn't bad.” you said politely and she laughed, clearly more tickled due to her wine buzz she had going on. You took another shot and figured that was enough for now and went to the bathroom. As you were coming out you ran into your other step-brother, Anthony, who was older than you by a few years.

“Oh hey how’s it going?” you asked and he nodded.

“Not bad just got here. I was actually looking for you, you know I owe you for that time we smoked here fourth of july so I brought some stuff if you wanna come to my car?” he asked in a hushed tone and you looked around.

“Your mom still doesn't know you smoke? I don't think she will care. I mean Jude is shitfaced right now.” you said surprised and he shrugged.

“I guess. Come on I dont wanna risk it with the nosey neighbors and we are already being hella loud.” he pleaded and you nodded. You walked to his car, his cousin joining as well. He was parked under a tree and you got in the passenger seat, grabbing the lighter from the door and handing it to him. He gave you the joint to start up and you did, passing it to him as you looked out the window.

“So what happened with you and that girl you were seeing? The crazy one with the boyfriend?” you asked Anthony as his cousin nodded and handed you the joint from the back seat.

“Yeah, you're still seeing that girl?” she asked, leaning forward and he shook his head.

“Nah I ended that, I didnt wanna mess with that situation anymore.” he replied and you took a drag before handing it to him.

“What about you Y/n? You got a man?” his cousin, Ariel, spoke from the back and you laughed,

“No, I'm focusing on school right now.” you smiled and they nodded. You stayed and talked with them a while longer before you guys decided to head back to the party. You sprayed yourself with perfume and washed your hands when you got inside and paused to look at your reflection. You had a good crossfade going and started laughing as you thought of the fact you were going to have to spend the night now. You rolled your eyes before heading back to the kitchen.

Soon it was just you, Mary, another woman that was rather gorgeous but slightly older than Mary, and Ariel.

You smiled as you sipped on some water and talked with Ariel, your back to the patio door. You heard it open and didn't think anything of it until you felt someone come and stand next to you, her arm pushing into yours as she rested her hands on the counter.

“Hey Mary, can you make me another drink?” she asked with a cute smile that made your heart stop for a second. Okay maybe it was also the substances in your system but you caught your breath and turned back to Ariel.

“It's the angel.” you whispered to yourself.

“Hey Melissa, can you make it yourself?” she chirped and you raised your eyebrows. Mary saw and laughed, causing Melissa to turn and look at you. Her smile softened at the sight of you and she stood up straight, looking over your appearance.

“And who is this beautiful young woman?” Melissa asked and you hesitated to speak, the wave of nerves almost suffocating you.

“That's Y/n, Christopher's daughter. You met at the wedding but Y/n is always away at school for any of the parties we have here.” Mary answered as she started to make Melissa’s drink. “Y/n this is my younger sister, Melissa.” you nodded now vaguely remembering her. Your dad and Mary got married right before you left for college so you didn't see much of her family.

“Oh I didn't even recognize you, you have changed so much.” Melissa said with a smile and you weren't quite sure if that was a good thing or not.

“Well I grew my hair longer and stopped dying it. I also cooled it with heavy makeup.” You rambled, the drinks in you allowing your tongue to roll words right off it at a rather impressive speed, for your current state at least.

“I see. You have such beautiful hair sweetheart.” she said with excitement in her voice clearly a result from some drinks. She moved her hand to run her fingers through the ends, her fingers grazing your back through it. You felt a chill travel up your spine and your cheeks grew hot.

“Thank you, but you have the most beautiful hair I have ever seen.” you said softly and she smiled.

“Awe thanks hon.” she rubbed your back then grabbed her drink from Mary. “Are you coming with us girls to go shopping tomorrow?” she asked and Mary looked up with a smile.

“Oh yeah Y/n I wanted to ask you but I got so busy cooking. We would love to have you. We are just going to hit up some shops in town.” Your step mom said sincerely as she took a sip of her wine. You felt Melissa looking at you and you met her glance for a second. Her eyes were firm yet dazzling. You felt as if she was challenging you, but not threatening, rather observing your response and demeanor. You nodded with a smile and Mary cheered and Melissa's satin lips curved into a cocky smile.

The next day you got up early to shower and get dressed, you wore denim shorts and a baby tee with sneakers and did some light makeup. You had slept in your room that was right across from the guest room, which you learned Melissa was staying in and you struggled to sleep with that fact circling in your head. This encourages you to wake up and get ready though. Because now you had a reason to get put together before you were seen by her in your pajamas with your hair a mess.

You step out of your room and see Melissa sitting in the kitchen, her back to you and Mary sat next to her with a cup of coffee. You took a breath and walked up to them with a smile.

“Good morning.” You said to them as you got a cup of water.

“Morning sweetie.” Mary chirped, Melissa looked up at you with a smile and muttered a greeting before going back to her phone.

It wasn't until you all went to load into the car that you realized you were a seat short. You offered to ride in the trunk but Mary refused.

“I think we can all fit if we squeeze.” Ariel muttered and you sighed. Melissa turned to you with a smile.

“You can sit on my lap if you need to hon.” she said casually in her rough and seductive voice. Your cheeks grew hot and it took every muscle of restraint to decline the offer. I mean you had to give yourself a pat on the fucking back at the willpower you had to say no to this. You knew it wasn't right to say yes since she was just offering to be nice and you respected her too much. You shook your head and laughed.

“Um I'll just take my car, and follow you up.” you said moving to grab your keys.

“Oh ok thanks for doing that.” Mary said and you nodded, “Go with her, Melissa, so she's not alone and so we all fit comfortably.” Mary ordered, gesturing to Melissa to walk to your car.

“Is that okay with you?” she asked and you nodded in shock. She walked up to you and grabbed the keys from your hand. You allowed her, not saying anything and just smiling. “I'll drive if that's ok.”

“Go right ahead.” you said and you walked to the passenger side. The car ride went fast, Melissa asking you about school, and you asking her about work. You learned she taught at an elementary school and that thought only fueled the butterflies. She said what you were studying was cool and that also made you blush a bit. You knew you couldn't keep thinking this, but it was hard. She was very affectionate, I mean they all were, but she would alway place hands on your arm or back and she always held eye contact. You were confused from all the signals getting crossed. Of course you knew she was just being nice, but you couldn't help the way your mind wandered about her every time you would lock eyes.

You split off to go shopping with Ariel and met back up with the others for lunch. Melissa sat next to you and you smiled up at her, she had her hair down but was wearing a casual yet very flattering sundress that had thin straps. You didn't notice any bra straps which made you think she either wasn't wearing one or had a strapless one on. As if she was reading your mind, she let out a sigh and her hands went to the fabric on her chest.

“I got one of these stupid sticky bras and the damn thing is falling off.” she muttered to the table and you all laughed. Your step-mom went on to share her own experience with those heinous creations and Melissa continued to mess around and you once again turned your focus away from her.

“Oh my god, should I just take it off.” she laughed turning to you and you laughed along.

“Just go to the bathroom and fix it.” you suggested, her knee was pressed to yours and you couldn't help your eyes accidentally glancing to her chest for a second.

“I mean look at that.” she said, holding the top of her dress out for you to see her dilemma. You felt your chest tighten and you panicked inside. The Schemmentis were all very open and close with each other, and you loved to be able to be a part of it all, but this moment had you wanting to drift away in a gust of wind to never be seen again. You couldn't help it and you looked down quickly before nodding and looking away.

“Yup yeah that sucks.” you said as you took a sip of your water. By the time you all got home you were ready to go back to campus and see your friends. You said goodbye to everyone and drove an hour back to school. Before you left Melissa gave you a hug and you felt her soft hands around your back, one resting on the exposed skin of your waist from your cropped shirt. Her hands were warm along with her skin which was silky soft and radiant. You cleared your head and quickly got into your car to leave. You only had a few more weeks of school, and wanted to hang out with your friends as much as possible.

The next Friday you and your friends took a trip to Philly a few hours away to visit another friend that you hadnt seen in awhile. They had mentioned this popular gay club you and your friends wanted to check out so of course you agreed to go with.

“Yeah I guess it's owned by a famous drag queen, it's in Milwaukee though it's just so far and not worth checking out ya know?” Your friend said to you in the uber on the way to the club, no one wanted to be sober tonight so the Uber was necessary. Your hair was down and you were wearing a little black body con dress with sequins on it and some cute black heels. Currently you were reapplying your lipgloss since the pregaming rubbed some off and you needed to look good tonight. You arrived at the place and you and your friends all cheered when you got inside. The place was two stories, with the second floor being balconies that looked down onto the first that had a large dance floor and of course the bar.

“Follow me!” your friend said and you all grabbed hands as you moved through people. You noticed the crowd was full of all kinds of people. Some were younger, some were older, but everyone seemed to be having a good time. You were led upstairs where you found another bar, and then booths and high tables placed around under the colorful lighting. You all went to the bar and ordered some drinks, you noticed all the tables up here were full and your friend suggested you go dance. You all agreed and finished your drinks before going back downstairs. You took a second to have another shot and as you were walking to catch up to your friends you saw through the tables of people, on the other side of the room, flaming hair and a glowing smile that erupted with laughter sitting in a booth. You realized who it was and your heart stopped as you admired her. You wondered if you should say hi or just sneak away, as you pondered, one of your friends came up to you.

“Come on, Y/n” she said and you turned to look at her muttering an apology. You looked back up at Melissa and she was sipping her drink, she must have felt your relentless stare because she looked up and before her eyes landed on you, you were walking downstairs with your friend. Melissa caught a glimpse of you walking away and saw the shine of your hair and furrowed her brows. She assured herself it was just someone else but she couldn't get the image of you out of her head. She walked over to the bar and got a beer, taking it over to the balcony. She leaned over it looking down at the mass of people dancing and her eyes darted through the group. There were so many people squished together she felt her eyes sting as she focused looking through them, searching for your smile. Finally she smiled when she saw you and your friends pulling each other to the dance floor, thankful she wasn't crazy after all. The lights swirled around your face and you danced freely but with elegance to the music. Things slowed down as drinks started to flow and you smiled at the feeling. Time slowed for Melissa as well while she watched you dancing in the haze of smoke and music, your friend moved up behind you and you pressed against her, grinding to the beat and laughing as you did so. Melissa felt her breath catch and her smile grew. She admired your beauty and confidence mixed with your overall humble attitude. The innocence you wore underneath all of that was pulling Melissa in and she took a sip of her beer when she felt her throat going dry. When she looked back down, your friends were coming back from the bar down below, empty shot glasses left in your place at the counter. You kept dancing with your friends and Melissa felt a twitch of jealousy in her. Her brow raised slightly and she sucked her teeth with a smirk. She couldnt peel her eyes away from you, your hips, your face, the way you moved up against your friends, it all enchanted her.

You smiled and laughed while your friend put her hands on your hips and you both moved along to the music. It was already hot in the room with the amount of people there, but you felt your face heat up even more all of the sudden and you opened your eyes fully and slowed your dancing a bit. You felt eyes on you and something drew you to look upstairs. Immediately bright green eyes were locked on yours. Your hips didnt stop moving as you stared up at the woman, She was smirking at you and you hesitated in reacting. You were fairly tipsy by this point and you had all smoked before coming so when your eyes landed on her you were rather stunned. You couldn't help but smile at her, a sheepish and regretfully seductive smile that caused her to smile back in return. Your friend turned to push her back against you and you instinctively did so, your hips once again moving in sync. Melissa watched in envy from above and sipped her beer, giving you one last glance before walking away.

You snapped out of your haze and stopped dancing, casually enough to not raise concern, and then said you were going to the bathroom. Your friends nodded and you went upstairs. Fueled by alcohol-induced confidence and of course delusion, you looked for Melissa in the large circle of people. You spotted her table from earlier and you saw her sitting with three other women. From a distance you watched, observing to see if any of these women could be with her. That's when you realized… Melissa was at a gay bar. Which meant one of two things, her queer friends invited her, or Melissa didn't just like men. You knew she had been married and divorced to one but didn't think anything of it. Your heart started to beat faster and you let out a breath, now unsure about going up to her. What good could that do? While you pondered Melissa had seen you standing over by the bar alone and made her way over to you.

“You really shouldn't be alone hon.” a raspy voice chirped from behind you and your head snapped to look at her.

“I was just up here looking for the bathroom.” you said and she nodded, gesturing you to follow her. By how quickly she took you to the bathroom your senses pointed towards option two of your possibilities for Melissa being here and you sighed to yourself. Melissa held your hand as she led you and you smiled as you kept up with her. When you got out of the bathroom Melissa was waiting outside it, leaning up against the wall of the hallway that was semi-secluded from the rest of the loud music and voices. You smiled at her when you got out and you took advantage of your current situation and looked at her with a grin. She raised a brow and you sighed.

“So.” you paused looking up at her, “What are you doing in a place like this?” The words dragged out of your mouth but somehow managed to be quick enough that you couldn't properly phrase the question and you made a face at your choice of words. She scoffed with a smile and crossed her arms casually.

“I could ask you the same thing.” she said softly and you nodded.

“I'm just here with my friends for the weekend.” you said shrugging and she pushed herself off the wall to step closer to you. You looked in her eyes and she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Why are you really here Y/n?” she said with confidence and you felt your knees go weak.

“I told you, my friends brought me.” you replied and she shook her head.

“Come on. Be a good girl and tell me what I want to hear.” she said getting serious and you almost melted right there. You wouldn't believe what just came from her mouth. This woman you had met twice, and oh yeah, who was also your step..aunt? You swallowed and she smirked.

“My dad didn't tell you I like girls… well, women.” you slurred out a bit with a sly smirk and she tilted her head at you.

“I get the feeling you didn't tell him.” you looked at her plainly and laughed, shrugging it off and she stepped closer once again. You felt your back hit the other wall and you couldn't help a small grin.

“My family doesn't know, I'm very private. I'm not currently seeing anyone. I am as clean as a whistle. I like all women but have a soft spot for redheads.” you rambled out, your eyes softening at the last part as you winked. You would be the first to admit you were fairly drunk at this point.

“Anything else you wanna know? Oh, I'm wearing black lace panties.” you muttered as you teased her and you went pale when you realized what you said. Embarrassment took over and Melissa just smiled at you with a cocky and mysterious smile. You didn't say a word and just turned to walk away, but she grabbed your arm and pulled you into her, her hands cupped your face and she kissed you softly but with a desire so strong it made your stomach flip. You kissed her back, running your hands through her hair and pulled away with a sigh to catch your breath. Your eyes widened when you realized and you looked down shaking your head.

“I'm so sorry.” was all you said before walking away to find your friends.

“Damn did you throw up or something?” One said from their spot at the bar. You laughed and shook your head.

“No, I ran into a friend.”

Your friends were growing tired and you were all about ready to head back. As you were closing out your tab your friends ordered the Uber and used the restroom. You signed the check and thanked the bartender, putting your card back into your purse. The Uber came and you left with your friends.

That was the last time you saw Melissa for months.

It took a couple days but after your kiss with Melissa you were able to eventually shove it away in the deep dark depths of your brain. You were currently at a work event for the organization you were interning at, and the event was at a nice history museum in Philly. It was a more formal event and you decided to just stay the night in a hotel instead of driving back. You were wearing a very simple yet elegant dress and some smaller heels. Due to your anxiousness you arrived early and decided to drop your stuff at the hotel first. The office made the reservation and covered the hotel expenses, so your room was rather fancy. It was on the top floor of the hotel and had a large king bed and a chaise lounge that sat in front of a large window that overlooked the city. You gasped at the sight and held in a scream at how gorgeous and amazing this was. You looked at your watch and saw it was almost time to head out so you fixed yourself in the bathroom mirror, and then grabbed your phone and purse before heading out.

You got there fifteen minutes early, and walked up the steps of the museum looking around at all the dimly lit architecture that graced the outside walls. You gawked at how magnificent and intricate it was and continued to do so as you made your way in. There were signs pointing you where you needed to go and eventually you saw some of your coworkers. You mingled with them for a bit and grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waitress as you waited for your boss to arrive.

“Oh Y/n, you see that group of people over there? Those are the investors we are trying to impress tonight.” one of the other interns whispered to you and you looked over in the direction she pointed. You saw a bunch of people in suits that definitely looked the part and raised your brows.

“Wow, they are the real deal. Too bad we can't talk to them.” You laughed.

“Who says you can't?” you heard your boss chime in from beside you and you looked at her with a smile.

“No one really, just myself.” you replied and she nudged your arm.

“It's all about networking darling, and anyone can network.” she smiled and then walked to the front of the crowd.

Did you want to fuck your boss? Yes of course you did. She was brilliant. However at this point in time you knew better, and you needed this job. That didn't stop her from flirting with you, and she actually did flirt, it wasn't in your head. Only reason you know that is because even your friends at work thought so.

After her speech was over you were free to walk the museum, you decided to go checkout the best exhibit they had-- the planetarium. This was always your favorite part of museums and with how fancy this one was you knew it had to be pretty astounding. You decided to go to the bathroom before you went to the exhibit, and as you stopped to read the map on the wall to see where the closest one was, you saw people out of the corner of your eye. Naturally you glanced at them before looking back at the map. However, you recognized a face and you felt your cheeks grow warm, you slowly looked back over out of fear you could be right, and your eyes went wide when you saw the familiar glow of red hair. You watched as Melissa walked slowly, looking at some boring historic artifacts, arm hooked in the arm of… a man. You held back the disapproving glare that tugged to appear on your face and you decided to just turn back around. You decided to stare at the map until they had walked by. Eventually you lost track of how long you had been there, checking your phone to see it was definitely not longer than three minutes. You exhaled and before you could go to turn around you felt a hand on your back, stroking your hair.

“Hey Y/n.” you heard a velvety voice mutter your name and you felt a ping in your chest. Turning to face her with a smile, you fidget with your watch and look around for the man that was accompanying her.

“Hi.” you let out, your eyes locking with hers. You looked over her and your chest grew numb as your eyes traced over her curves that were gracefully accentuated by her dress.

“What brings you to a place like this?” she asked with a grin and you laughed at her mocking question.

“I could ask you the same thing. We have got to stop meeting like this.” you joke with a light blush on your cheeks as you smile. Trying your best to play your role as a perfectly normal college kid who did not kiss a step relative at a gay club.

“Looking for the bathroom I presume?” she asked and you nodded, slightly embarrassed. “It's that way.” she said and you nodded in realization. Soon the man she was with came from one of the staff only doors and came to stand next to her, a hand on her back.

“Hey, thanks for waiting.” He said to her before looking over at you with a small smile.

“No, problem I was just catching up with Y/n here she is my sister's stepdaughter.” she said with haste, “Y/n this is Clint he works here at the museum.” she said and you nodded.

“Nice to meet you. Clint.” you said enunciating the ‘t’ as you looked at Melissa.

“To clarify I actually own part of the museum not just a regular employee,” he said casually and You saw Melissa's eyes flicker to yours, she was reading your face for a reaction and her eyes softened as she listened to this preppy douche talk about himself, she felt embarrassment creep up on her as she watched you watching him. How could she stand here in front of an intelligent and beautiful girl like you with her arm linked to a man that was barely in Melissa's league and even she knew that for certain. “What brings you here?” he finally asked.

“I'm here for a work event.” you nodded and he had an “ah-ha” look on his face.

“Ahh yes, you’re with Smith Archives right?” he asked and your lips flattened.

“Yup, I'm interning there.” you replied politely and Melissa furrowed her brows.

“Wow hon that's a long drive home.” she asked with more concern laced in her voice than she intended and you just looked down.

“I'm staying the night, they put me up in a hotel a few blocks from here.” Her face relaxed and you saw a mischievous twinkle in her eyes for a second before you cleared your throat to break the silence.

“Well it was nice seeing you but I have to get going. Good to meet you, Clin-t.” You said quickly before smiling and turning to head in the direction of the bathroom. The slight sting of jealousy trickled in your head and you rolled your eyes at your own reactions to everything.

The exhibit was beautiful as you expected. The giant dome was lit up with the night sky and you sat in one of the seats, staring up at them as the soft sound of a narrator explained the astronomy facts. No one else was in there so you got to enjoy it in peace. Amongst the stars you zoned out, thinking of Melissa and convincing yourself this will all pass just like last time. You felt your head hurt from the stress and you took a deep breath. You sat there for at least two rounds of the little speech and were debating on staying for one more before you flinched slightly at a voice from behind you.

“Magnificent isn't it?” you turned to see your boss, Vivian, standing with her arms crossed as she looked around. You stood up and leaned on the backs of the seats.

“Yeah it is, I'm surprised we are the only ones here.” you muttered as you looked over her frame. Vivian was gorgeous, but her mind, it was her mind that was so brilliant it never failed to reel you in, the way she spoke, and carried herself often left you in a haze. She was so humble and reserved yet gave you just enough to leave you on your toes. She had long dark gray hair with white sprinkled through it, despite only being forty-eight. She had strong cheekbones and piercing brown eyes that were so inviting yet intimidating.

“Yeah well everyone is at the Dinosaur exhibit.” she laughed and you let out a soft giggle.

“That makes perfect sense. Did we have any luck with the investors?” you asked and she didn't answer she just turned to look at you with a smile.

“I want to ask you something Y/n.” she said softly as she walked past you to stand closer to the front of the dome, her head looking around at the stars in front of her.

“Yeah what's up?” you asked, trying to appear normal. She turned to look at you and you smiled.

“You know, you are very good at your job,” she paused and you felt your heart stop- oh god were you getting fired right now? “And I really value having you here but there is just one small issue. It is hard for me to help you get the most out of this position when you look at me like you want to fuck me.” Your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped.

“What?” was all you could croak out and she smiled, a soft laugh leaving her lips.

“Its okay Y/n, I know you don't mean to, and I can't blame you,” she said, gesturing to herself and you laughed awkwardly, “but this brings me to my question.” she started and you nodded for her to continue, you were unsure if this situation could get any crazier so why not.

“Are you able to get over this little infatuation or do I have to fulfill your fantasy in order for you to move on?” The words left her lips all too quickly and you felt your knees buckle as you leaned on the seats, she walked over to stand in front of you and you smiled up at her. If this was really happening you knew you had to take the opportunity. She stood over you and raised a hand to tuck hair behind your ear. The gesture made your heart ache and you were suddenly reminded of Melissa. You knew nothing could ever come from either of these situations, but your cons were longer for hooking up with Melissa than they were with Vivian. Melissa was never going to do the things you wanted her to and you had accepted that in this moment and allowed yourself to give in to pleasure. Vivian leaned down and hummed waiting for a response.

“No one will know?” you asked with a smile and half lidded eyes as you looked at her, standing to meet her face to face.

“Where’s the fun in telling?” she scoffed and you smirked, she moved a hand to brush a thumb over your lips and her other moved to rest on your waist. Just as she was about to lean in to kiss you, you saw movement behind her and you backed away, she did the same. Standing away from you nonchalantly. She relaxed when she saw it wasn't a coworker but you tensed up further when you saw Melissa standing there with a face full of confusion and shock. She didn't know how to feel and could only identify the jealousy she felt burning in her chest.

“Sorry to interrupt.” she laughed bitterly, before turning and walking out. You watched as she left the dome and you looked down.

“Did you know her?” Vivian asked and you nodded, “Hmm, ex?” she asked and you shook your head.

“No, it's complicated.” was all you said. Though you were surprised, that's what Vivian's first guess was.

“Well whoever she is, the way she was looking at you really reminded me of the way you look at me.” she laughed and your eyes snapped up to hers.

“Really?” you asked and she nodded. You looked at your watch and saw that the event was technically over. “I have to go Vivian.” you said with a shaky voice from the anxiety coursing through you.

“Go ahead Y/n. we can always pick up where we left off another time.” she winked and you ignored the small flutter in your stomach as you said goodnight, placing a kiss to her cheek, and then leaving the exhibit. You practically jogged down the hall, you looked all over and couldn't find her, the last place you looked being the front of the museum. You slowed when you saw her standing on the curb. You walked over and took a breath before coming to stand beside her. You didn't say anything and she looked at you.

“Was that your boss?” she asked and you nodded which earned a scoff from Melissa and you rolled your eyes. “I see you do have a type, though she looked a little too old for you.” she joked with a slight sting behind her words that fueled your own jealousy.

“Where is your date, Flint?” you asked with a smile and she sighed.

“Clint, and he is pulling the car up.”

“Where did you, uh, meet him?” you asked and she crossed her arms, both of you not looking at one another.

“I met him on a field trip here, this is only our second date.” she spoke softly and it set off a signal in your brain. She seemed more mellow than usual, she seemed unhappy and all out of pep. You thought maybe she was just tired but didn't want to ask. You decided to bite your tongue and not make any more remarks about the topic. Soon you saw a car in the distance pulling around and knew you didn't have much time.

“Melissa.” you said and she looked at you.

“Yeah hon?”

"Who were you with at the club that one night?” the simple question came out rather judgemental and you looked down.

“My friends from work. Why do you ask sweetie?” she said and you felt your heart swell at the pet name. You felt your cheeks grow hot and she sensed your nerves. She knew you wanted to ask her something else and just couldn't find the push you needed. “I date whoever I want, hon.” she said casually, leaning closer to your ear and you furrowed your brows. She gestured around and you realized what she was alluding to and you nodded.

“What did you really want to ask me?” she said and you looked down.

“I can't, not now, as much as I want to.” you said softly. You both turned to look at one another and Melissa smiled.

“What’s there to lose?” she said and your eyes met hers, she could see the desire lit within your gaze, she knew exactly what you wanted. Now it was up to her to decide, she had you at her fingertips and she wasn't going to let this chance pass by.

“Who says anything has to happen sweetheart?” she said assertively and you just smiled. Clint came pulling up and you looked at Melissa. Clint got out of the car to open her door and she put her arm around your waist gently and looked at him with sympathy.

‘Hey Clint, I'm actually going to take Y/n back to her hotel room. She isn't feeling too well and I want to make sure she gets there okay.” You didn't say anything and just hid the smile that crept at the corners of your lips.

“Oh ok I can follow and take you back to your place after?” he offered and she shook her head.

“No, that's okay, i'll take a taxi. Have a good night thanks.” She looked at you with a smile and you grabbed your purse.

“I'm driving this time.” you chirped and she laughed, grabbing your hand and walking to your car. The ride to the hotel was so tense you thought you wouldn't make it there without the car breaking down from the sheer weight of it. Your legs were spread slightly and your dress was riding up. Melissa tried to keep her gaze under control but you eventually caught her looking and smiled. Your cheeks flushed and you looked out the window. The wind coming in from the cracks of the windows chilled your face and made your cheeks grow rosy. The slight humidity in the air was comforting and you couldn't help but smile as you looked out at the streets. Soon you were arriving at the Hotel and you felt your chest tighten as you got out of the car.

“This is a very nice hotel.” she said as you followed her in and you laughed. As you walked through the lobby you spotted the bar and looked at Melissa.

“Are you tired?” you asked and she shook her head.

“Want to get a drink?" you said, gesturing to the bar.

“Always.”

After two hours of talking and nursing a few beers as well as two cocktails and a shot, you and Melissa moved to just drinking water, and went to sit on the patio. You sat facing each other on the couch, your knees tucked up and your elbow resting on the back of the sofa. You and Melissa were talking about all kinds of things, getting to know each other, and joking around together. It was one of the best nights you’d had in a while, where you were truly having fun and getting to just exist in the moment.

“Ugh do we have to go to bed? I could sit here talking all night” you stated simply and she smirked. As if she did it herself, you felt your throat dry up and you went to grab your water, taking large sips you felt a drop trickle down from the corner of your mouth and down your chin. Melissa let out a shaky breath and you set the glass down looking at her. She raised her hand to your face slowly, not taking her eyes from yours.

“What do you want to do sweetie?” she said as her thumb wiped the water off your chin and you felt your chest go hot and your breathing grew shallow. You decided there was no going back now and you smiled. The drinks were flowing and you felt fuzzy, the kind of tipsy you usually only got from wine.

“What I want to do isn’t appropriate.” you muttered with a grin, tearing your eyes from her and looking down into your water glass.

“If you are gonna say things like that Y/n, say them with confidence.” she quipped and you looked up at her with big eyes that soon turned hazy.

“Why were you on a date with Clint?” you asked as you were told to, your back straight, and your voice clear.

“I have needs. I know he was an idiot.” she said simply.

“How many women have you been with?” you said swiftly and she looked down and then sucked her teeth.

“I don't think you want to know.” she shrugged and you furrowed your brows.

“I've never been with one.” you said looking at her with a shy gaze and her smile softened. She knew from the moment she first saw you that there was a sweetness in you and she could tell by your body language and the way that her words affected you that you were inexperienced and searching for the right woman's touch.

“I know hon.” she nodded and you felt your cheeks heat up again at how easily she saw right through you. The air grew thick as you admired each other and you looked over her face in awe.

“Why did you kiss me that night?” The question left your lips softly but with speed, you didn't regret asking it though.

“Do I need a reason?” she said with humor and you moved to sit closer, your knees touching hers.

“Why won’t you kiss me now?” you said with confidence, and you held the same challenging look on your face that Melissa had months ago. She smiled and looked you up and down slowly, your skin melting under her fiery gaze. Your core tightened and your eyes darted between hers.

“Do you want me to, baby?” she said softly with a teasing tone and you felt your heart swell. Her hand moved to play with your hair as she looked in your eyes. Her eyes searched yours for the answer and you felt the weight of her gaze cause the rise of tension and lust to float in the air. You could feel your cheeks tingle like pricks of a needle on your soft skin. You nodded and she raised a brow, waiting for more.

“Yes, I want you to kiss me.” you practically shouted with a laugh and she didn't hesitate to grab your waist and pull you in, her lips devouring yours as a hand moved to grasp your jaw. You moaned into the kiss and pushed your chest against hers as she moved her other hand from your hip to grab your ass. Her hand then slid under your thigh to hook under your knee and lift it to her hip, causing your core to press against her as you moved to straddle her. You felt a fire erupt in your core at the action and you swear her skilled mouth caused you to almost climax there and then. The heat between the both of you was so strong with one strong gust of wind you would have set the whole hotel ablaze. You moaned and she pulled away from the kiss, admiring your glossy eyes and puffy lips with her own lips being slightly pink around the edges.

“What else do you want me to do?” she said out of breath and you just pulled her back in for a kiss, you let her tongue roam your mouth and find a pattern with your own. Your stomach grew hot and you felt your core tighten around nothing. You answered her question by grabbing her hand and moving it between your legs and she groaned into your mouth, causing a wave of arousal to wash over you.

“God honey you are soaked for me huh?” she muttered between kisses and you nodded, she kissed along your neck as her hand moved your dress up and slid her hand into your panties. You moaned as she moved her fingers over your clit and pleased you with precision you weren't surprised by.

“Fuck Melissa- I want you so bad.” you whined out and she pulled away, removing her hand and grabbing yours.

“Come on baby.” she said as you stood up and walked back inside, you headed to your room and the moment you got in the elevator Melissa was pushing you against the wall, her hands roaming your body as you tangled your hands in her hair, and moaned against her lips. The sounds you made echoed in the small area and only spurred Melissa on. The ding chimed loudly to alert you of your arrival and you broke away from her, digging in your purse for your key as you stepped out. Melissa kept an arm around your waist as you walked to your room, which you couldn't unlock due to the nerves and drinks in your system causing you to miss the slot. Melissa grabbed it from you and did it with ease and you smiled at her.

“Thank you.” You opened the door and led Melissa inside, shutting the door behind you and locking it.

“Holy shit this is a nice room.” she said looking around and you nodded. When she turned to face you again, you were taking off your heels and pulling your dress off over your head. Her eyes grew heavy with lust and she walked over to you, cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss, she backed you up to the bed and she pushed you back. You climbed up and sat against some pillows, your legs spread. She watched and bit her lip as she admired your frame. She took her own shoes off and hesitated.

“Fuck you are gorgeous. You sure you want this baby? Once I fuck you, we can't go back.” she said firmly and you nodded eagerly. She slipped her own dress off and you felt your breath hitch at the sight of her. Her body was gorgeous, absolutely perfect. You wanted to feel her skin under your fingertips and trace her curves for the rest of your life.

“I want you more than anything I've ever wanted.” you said with a lovestruck voice and she smiled.

She came up and straddled you, immediately kissing you again with force, her teeth sinking into your bottom lip earning a surprised and throaty gasp from you. She looked down at you and moved her hand to cup your center. You admired her as she rubbed circles on your sensitive core. Her eyes were sparkling, and her lips were turned up at the corners in a smirk. You moaned into her kiss as she continued to move her hand. Her thighs laid over yours and the warmth of hers around you felt like heaven. She pulled away to breath and you looked each other in the eyes, her hand came out of your panties and to your lips, she brushed her thumb over your lip and you looked at her with doe eyes. Your hands rested on her ass, and she looked down at you with a smile.

“Open.” she said softly and you didn't hesitate to open your mouth and allow her to slip two fingers in. You sucked on them not tearing your eyes from hers as your tongue did circles around them. Melissa pulled them out of your mouth slowly before allowing them to return to their spot on your clit, your warm saliva touching your slit caused you to groan and Melissa kissed your open mouth, her tongue diving in and swirling around yours, finding a rhythm as you kissed back, you rocked your hips into her hand, causing her arm to press against her own center. Your hands squeezed her ass and nudged her towards you gently, she arched into you, her chest against yours as she continued to kiss you roughly. Without warning she slid her fingers into you and you let out a loud moan into the kiss and she smiled, pulling away to hover just above your mouth, your lips almost touching as she curled her fingers inside you, deep and rough. Your brows furrowed and your mouth opened as you rocked against her fingers.

“You liked that baby?” she whispered in her deep voice and your stomach fluttered. You nod with a smile.

“Don't stop please.” you whine and she giggles.

“I wouldn't dream of it.” she pushes into you harder and faster and you feel the heat in your core grow hotter, a tight feeling forming in your sensitive and deprived cunt. She stayed hovering a mere inch above you as she moved her hips slowly and her fingers moved hard and fast. You rocked your hips into her faster and she looked down at you with a devious smile. She watched as your face contorted with pleasure and your eyes went glossy as you grew closer to your release. You moaned as you felt your legs press together and your back arched into Melissa.

“Fuck, im going to cum.” you moaned into her and she smiled, finally kissing you again, this time slowly and tender. Her soft lips wrapping around yours gently and her fingers shoved into you caused quite the contrast and you felt your chest flutter from the contradicting emotions. Your brows furrowed and you squeezed around her.

“Cum for me baby, be a good girl and let it all out.” she said softly and your eyes snapped shut as you came around her fingers. You let out a loud moan as your legs tingle and you twitch under her slightly. You rode it out on her fingers and she pulled them out of you, bringing them to her mouth with a smile. You watched in amazement as her plump lips wrapped around her fingers coated in your flavor.

“Fuck you are,” you paused looking up at her, the dim lighting around her caused her to glow, her hair cascading around her face that was dewy from the things she had just done to you. Her lips were pink and her eyes were full of mischief and lust. She looked stunning, she was stunning. How could you put into words how incredible she was. She raised a brow waiting for you to finish with a smile on her face. “Ethereal.” you finally said and she looked at you with a more serious gaze, trying to detect any underlying emotions you may have been disguising.

“Well you aren't so bad yourself babe.” she laughed and you shook your head gently, still in your hypnotic state as you stared at her.

“No, I'm serious Melissa. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” you said with a serious tone and her smile faded as she looked at you. After a moment she looked down and sighed.

“Thank you, hon.” she said as she moved off you and got off the bed, you watched her with confusion and your eyebrows scrunched together when she reached for her dress.

“Woah hey, did I do something wrong?” you asked getting up to walk over to her and she quickly shook her head.

“No, not at all. You’re a wonderful girl Y/n, but we can't be doing this, I want you but you are young, and I don't want you to..” she paused, her hand going to her forehead and you looked down as you realized.

“Fall in love with you?” the words left your lips quietly and she looked at you up and down with sympathy.

“I'm sorry I didn't think any of this through. I'm going to go, before anything else happens.” she said looking for her shoes and you shook your head, walking to stand between her and the hall to the door.

“I know I'm young but I'm not some high school virgin that's gonna fall in love with you because we sleep together.” You scoffed and she shook her head.

“No you’re not, but you have never been with a woman or been in a serious relationship with one, and I cant have this be your first.” she said, grabbing her purse. You stepped closer to her and she used all her strength to keep her eyes on yours.

“Is this not what you wanted though?” you asked sharply, gesturing between you and she looked down. “You didn't want to see me naked, on display for you?” you asked as you moved to take off your bra.

“Y/n-” she started, not looking at your body and you laughed as you slid your panties to the ground while you looked her in the eyes.

“Tell me this isn't what you wanted. Tell me that you weren't dreaming about me after we kissed that night, that I didn't cross your mind while you touched yourself, that you didnt want to fuck me in that museum while my boss watches. That you don't want to touch me right now.” you said stepping closer, now only a foot from her, she looked into your eyes and let out a sigh.

“I-” she couldn't get the words out. Melissa was usually so quick-witted and good with words, but with you it was hard, and in this moment it felt impossible. You looked at her with a smirk, reaching to grab her hand, you placed it on your chest and she kept her eyes on yours. Slowly and effortlessly, you slid her hand over your breasts and down your stomach. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked at you.

“Fuck me.” she muttered under her breath, deciding to say fuck it and bringing her other hand to your waist, pulling you into her and kissing you with heat and aggression, she dominated the kiss and her nails dug into your hips as she kissed you with a desire strong enough to cause you to slam against the wall behind you, you moaned from the feeling, and she pulled away.

“Lay back on the bed baby.” she ordered and you nodded, moving to the bed once again. After many orgasms later you both eventually fell asleep, naked and tangled in the sheets, Melissa's warm body pressed against yours all night.

A loud ringing song woke you from one of the best sleeps you have had in a long time. Annoyed and groggy you lifted your head to see what it was, you saw Melissa reaching for her phone and the noise stopped, but she brought it to her ear as she moved to get up out of bed. You watched her frame move gently around the room and she gathered her clothes from the floor and chaise.

“Yeah I’m fine.” she said in a soft tone and you tried your best to hear who was on the other side. You heard a lower voice but couldn't quite make it out. “Mhm. Oh um, I can't go to brunch today but lets rain check.” You furrowed your brows as you turned to lay on your side and propped your head up on your hand, your naked body lay exposed aside from the sheet barely covering your cunt and one of your breasts. Melissa turned and saw you were awake and smiled at you as she looked for her shoes once again. “Oh dinner? Look Clint I have a busy day maybe next weekend? Ok yeah, bye.” She hung up and you raised your brow with a smile. “I'm gonna shower.” was all she said as she put her hair in a bun and took her undergarments into the bathroom with her.

Your lips flattened into a disappointed expression and you looked around the hotel room at the mess you two made. Sheets were scattered around along with your own clothes. You got up and looked in the mirror, you had a bruise on your hip and you smiled at it. Thankfully she avoided leaving hickeys. You walked over to the bathroom and gently moved the handle to see if it was locked, it moved down and opened and you smirked. You shut it behind you and looked over at the shower. It was a large walk-in shower with glass walls and a built-in shower bench. A towel was thrown over the panel of the door, just barely blocking your view of Melissa's wet and naked body. As you put your hair into a bun, you walked over and opened the door, stepping in and coming up behind her, your arms coming to rest on her hips as your lips placed kisses on her shoulder.

“You sleep okay?” you asked and she hummed as she turned to face you, turning you towards the water so you were wet too.

“You did so good last night baby.” she praised you with a velvety voice as her hands roamed your body, she grabbed the body wash and put some in her hands, lathering it and placing her hand on you once again. She went over your arms and shoulders, turning you around to get your back as you washed your face, her hands moved over your hips and that's when she saw the bruise.

“Oh hon, did I hurt you.” she said with a sympathetic yet teasing tone, her fingers moving to trace it gently, sending a chill up your back. You looked over your shoulder at her, placing a kiss to her soft lips and smiled.

“No, I had a wonderful time.” you answered and she moved her hands to trail up your stomach and over your breasts. You turned to face her and cupped your hands to her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss, you felt her wet breasts press against your chest and you moaned into her mouth, she took control, pushing you against the shower wall as her tongue moved around your mouth. You groaned and your hands moved to squeeze her ass and pull her into it, her knee came to sit between your legs and you pressed your core into it. Melissa pulled away swiftly and you opened your eyes, she was stepping out and grabbing her towel with a sinister smile.

“Finish up baby, I'll be here when you get out.” she reassured you and then grabbed her things and walked out of the bathroom. You stood in shock, hot and bothered as the water grew colder on your skin. You did as you were told and washed your hair as you tried your best to hurry. When you got out of the bathroom, Melissa was dressed and fixing her hair into a ponytail, perfectly curled pieces falling to frame her face.

“You know my boss said I could use the hotel for another night if I wanted.” you quipped looking at her seductively as you walked to your suitcase and got out a change of clothes. Melissa didn't say anything, she just got up and walked over to you.

“I had a great night, and you are.. Amazing.” she started and your lips turned down slightly.

“But?” you said with a scoff and her brows pushed together.

“But it was a one time thing.” she said and you shook your head, you dropped your towel and started to put your clothes on as you argued back.

“Oh fuck off with that Melissa, there is no reason two adults cant have sex every now and then. Guess what we fucked last night and im not in love with you.” not yet at least your subconscious chirped and you rolled your eyes.

“I know, but like I said last night it's wrong of me to let this happen. I’ll see you around.” she said before grabbing her purse and heading out of the door. You stood in disbelief and put your shoes on, grabbing your phone and purse and heading out after her. You caught up to her and grabbed her arm.

“Let me drive you home.” You said and she looked at you for a moment.

“Fine, but I'm driving.” she said and you walked to your car giving her your keys. You sat in silence before grabbing your phone and texting your boss. You told her you wanted to stay another night and she liked the message before sending a witty response that made you smile. Melissa saw but didnt say anything and just kept her eyes on the road. She lived close so the drive was short and you walked her to her door.

“Come see me tonight while I'm still in town.” You said as she opened the door. She turned to look at you and you smiled.

“I cant.”

“You absolutely can.” you quipped and she tilted her head.

“I shouldn't.”

“Why not? Give me one good reason.” your tone was light, but your eyes didn't leave hers as she looked at you.

“Your dad is married to my sister. That's my best reason, I'm sorry hon. Get back safe.” she said before shutting the door and leaving you on her porch. You felt your cheeks grow hot in frustration and heading back to your car, driving out of her neighborhood. You didn't know where to go so you just drove around, looking at the beautiful architecture of the city, you found a cinema and decided to go see a movie.

By the time the movie ended the sun had just started to set and you looked for a place to get dinner. An idea popped into your head and you smiled, pulling out your phone. You texted Melissa asking her to go to dinner with you since you were alone in the city. However you felt your chest sink when she read the message and never answered. You scoffed and chewed on your lip. You didn't understand why Melissa even slept with you in the first place if she didn't really have to desire to. I mean were you bad? Screw this, you headed back to your hotel and decided to drive home.

The truth was Melissa was the one afraid of falling in love with you. She loved your personality and she felt butterflies all night while you two talked, fooled around, and slept together. However she was terrified of someone finding out and her sister, or your dad finding out and being uncomfortable. She figured she would just cut it off now and she wouldn't go to any parties if she knew you were going to be there. She wouldn't go back to the museum, and she would sit at the club every weekend, sifting through every crowd, looking for your smile.

She did that for months. Just like when she kissed you, she created an unforgettable memory with you, then disappeared. Leaving you to get over the experience and pretend it didn't happen.

This time it took a couple months to fully get over your night with Melissa. You would dream of it constantly. If you closed your eyes in the shower you would see her. If you went out you would look around the bars for her. You even stopped masturbating because you could only ever finish if you thought of Melissa. Eventually, with time you rarely thought of her. Some rare and rough nights she would plague your dreams, kissing you, fucking you, saying she loves you. Those nights you would wake yourself up and not go back to sleep. On the more lonely nights though, you would stay asleep, stay in the perfect illusion your mind created and wake up in a funk that would last a week.

You were home for winter now and knew you were going to see Melissa at least once. You started mentally preparing ahead of time, and just hoped you would be able to be normal, but when you heard she was coming to stay for a few days you almost decided to just leave. Having no place else to go did pose a challenge, but you were worried about what those days would bring. She was coming to stay over for new years and you knew this setting was going to teach you a great lesson on self-control. You only hoped things wouldnt be awkward forever, and you hoped that your heart wouldn't fall out of your chest and into her hands upon your first glance.

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glorifiedagents · 6 days ago

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Good Grades — melissa schemmenti

MELISSA SMIRKED, popping the button of your pants, dragging the zipper down slowly. The second your cock sprang free, her eyes darkened, pupils blown wide as she wrapped her hand around your thick length.

“JESUS BABY,” she breathed, thumb swiping over the swollen tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum across the head. “You’re fuckin’ dripping for me.”

SUMMARY: melissa wants your attention on her PAIRING: melissa schemmenti & g!p fem!reader CAUTION: no plot, just smut: g!p fem!reader, swearing, blowjob/deepthroat, overstimulation, melissa masturbating, sub!dom!dynamics, riding your cock, degradation/praise, melissa begging, creampie, swallowing cum WORD COUNT: 2.6K

Papers were scattered across Melissa’s dining table, a half-empty glass of wine sitting next to her forgotten stack of assignments. You were actually trying to focus, pen in hand, but it was fucking impossible with Melissa sitting across from you, legs crossed, red nails tapping against her wine glass as she eyed you like a damn meal.

It started with her kicking off her heels, stretching her legs out under the table until her foot brushed against your thigh. You shot her a look, but she just smirked, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

"You're supposed to be grading," you muttered, eyes flicking back to the essay in front of you.

Melissa leaned forward, her curls spilling over her shoulder. "Yeah? And you're supposed to be paying attention to me."

Without breaking eye contact, she reached for the buttons of her blouse, slowly popping the first one open. Then the next. Your breath hitched as more of her smooth skin was revealed, the black lace of her bra barely containing her tits.

Your grip on the pen tightened.

“Melissa.” This time, it was a warning.

But she just laughed softly, standing up. “You can keep grading, sweetheart,” she murmured, slipping the blouse off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. “I’ll just keep myself busy.”

Then she dropped to her knees in front of you.

Your chair scraped against the floor as she settled between your legs, her hands sliding up your thighs, nails dragging just enough to send a shiver up your spine.

"Been thinking about this all damn night," she murmured, palming the bulge in your pants, feeling how hard you already were for her.

"Fuck," you exhaled sharply, hips jerking slightly as she squeezed.

Melissa smirked, popping the button of your pants, dragging the zipper down slowly. The second your cock sprang free, her eyes darkened, pupils blown wide as she wrapped her hand around your thick length.

“Jesus, baby,” she breathed, thumb swiping over the swollen tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum across the head. “You’re fuckin’ dripping for me.”

"Quit teasing," you growled, tangling your fingers in her curls.

She giggled but obeyed, leaning in to press an open-mouthed kiss to the tip before sliding her tongue along the underside, dragging it down to the base. The sensation made your stomach tighten, your grip in her hair flexing as she sucked one of your balls into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue before giving the other the same treatment.

Your head hit the back of the chair. "Fucking hell."

She pulled back with a wet pop, smirking up at you before finally wrapping her lips around your cock and sinking down.

You groaned as she took you inch by inch, the heat of her mouth damn near unbearable. Her tongue flattened against the underside, working you as she bobbed her head, sucking you in deeper, cheeks hollowing with every pull.

"Shit, just like that," you gritted out, one hand fisting her hair while the other gripped the edge of the table.

Melissa moaned around you, the vibration shooting straight up your spine. She took you deeper, her throat constricting as your tip hit the back, making her gag slightly — but she didn’t stop. She wanted it.

Your abs tensed as she worked you over, spit dripping down her chin, making it messier, filthier. Her free hand slid between her legs, rubbing slow, lazy circles over her clit through her soaked panties.

"Look at you," you muttered, watching as she squirmed. "Touchin’ yourself while you choke on my cock."

She whimpered, thighs clenching.

You smirked. "Bet you wanna cum, huh?"

She nodded as best as she could with your cock stretching her mouth.

“Not yet,” you growled, tightening your grip in her hair as you started thrusting up into her throat.

Melissa choked, hands scrambling to grip your thighs as you set the pace, fucking her mouth like she was just there to take it. Her eyes fluttered, tears spilling down her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away. She just let you use her.

“Such a good little slut for me,” you groaned, watching as her mascara smudged, her lips swollen and wrecked. “Taking it all like you were fuckin’ made for it.”

She whined around you, fingers pressing harder against her clit, rubbing frantically as her hips bucked against nothing.

You could feel it building — your stomach tightening, pleasure coiling deep in your gut. Your cock twitched, your thrusts growing erratic, your grip in her hair keeping her right where you needed her.

"Fuck—I'm gonna—"

Melissa moaned eagerly, sucking harder, begging for it without words.

Your jaw clenched as you finally let go, hips jerking as you spilled down her throat. She swallowed every fucking drop, moaning as she kept sucking, milking every last bit from you until you were groaning from the overstimulation.

When you finally released her hair, she pulled back, gasping for breath, spit and cum dripping from her lips. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, grinning up at you like the filthy fucking woman she was.

"Taste so fuckin’ good," she purred, licking her lips.

Your cock twitched at the sight, still half-hard, still ready for more.

Melissa sat back on her heels, her own hand still between her thighs, rubbing slow, teasing circles over her clit as she watched you recover.

"Can I cum now?" she asked, voice sweet, wrecked, desperate.

You smirked, leaning forward, grabbing her chin, tilting her head up. "Not on the floor."

Then you pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the damn table, papers scattering as you pressed against her ass.

"You wanna cum?" you growled against her ear, your hands sliding up her trembling thighs. "You're gonna do it with my cock inside you."

Her breath hitched, a shiver rolling down her spine.

"Fuck, baby," she whispered, gripping the edge of the table. "Don't hold back." She shivered, pressing back against you, ass grinding against your still-hard cock like she was desperate to be filled.

"Please," she breathed, her voice wrecked, needy.

"That desperate already?" You chuckled darkly, gripping the zipper at the back of her skirt and dragging it down. "Bet you're soaking, huh?"

She whimpered, shifting her weight, thighs squeezing together.

You yanked the skirt down her legs, tossing it aside before grabbing the waistband of her lace panties. The second you pulled them down, your smirk widened.

"Jesus, baby," you muttered, dragging a finger through her slick folds, spreading her wetness. "You're fucking drenched."

Melissa let out a shuddery breath, hips twitching as your fingers teased her clit. "Y-yeah," she gasped. "Needed you all night."

"Yeah?" You slid one finger inside her, groaning at how fucking tight she was. "Been sitting there, pretending to be patient, when all you really wanted was my cock splitting you open?"

She nodded frantically, rocking back onto your hand, fucking herself on your fingers.

"Such a needy little thing," you murmured, sliding in another finger, curling them against that sweet spot that made her legs tremble. "And you still don’t get to cum yet."

Melissa let out a choked whine, her walls clenching around your fingers. "Fuck," she whimpered, "I need you inside me, please -"

You pulled your fingers out, grabbing her by the back of the neck and pushing her down against the table.

"Then take it," you growled.

You lined yourself up, dragging the tip of your cock through her slick folds, teasing her entrance, letting her feel just how thick you were. She let out a desperate whimper, pushing back against you, trying to take you inside, but you held her in place, smirking.

"Look at you," you mused, watching her squirm. "So fucking desperate to be filled."

"Yes," she whined. "Fuck me pleaseeeee."

That was all you needed.

With one sharp thrust, you buried yourself inside her, stretching her open inch by inch.

"Jesus fuck," you groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as her walls clamped down around you, tight and wet and fucking perfect.

Melissa gasped, fingers gripping at the table as she struggled to adjust to your size. "Fucking hell," she panted, "so big —"

"Yeah?" You pulled back just enough to slam back in, grinning at the way her body jolted, a broken moan ripping from her throat. "That what you wanted, baby?"

"Yes," she sobbed, pushing back against you. "Use me.. fuck me—"

And fuck, you did.

You set a brutal pace, slamming into her over and over, your cock stretching her, filling her to the brim with every deep, rough thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with Melissa's breathy little whimpers and the filthy, wet noises coming from between her legs.

"Fuck, you feel so good," you groaned, gripping the back of her neck, pressing her harder against the table. "So fucking tight, taking me so well."

Melissa was gone, moaning incoherently, her body rocking with every thrust, her walls squeezing around you like she was trying to milk your cock.

"You were made for this, huh?" You reached around, rubbing messy, frantic circles over her swollen clit, feeling the way she tensed, her legs trembling. "Made to take my cock?"

"Yes," she gasped, her voice wrecked. "Yes, yes—fuck—"

Her whole body tensed, her walls clamping down around you, and then she screamed, legs shaking as she came, soaking your cock, grinding against you as she rode out the high.

"Jesus fuck," you groaned, feeling her squeeze you like a vice. "That’s it, baby — fuckin’ cum all over my cock."

She whimpered, still trembling, body twitching from the aftershocks, but you weren’t done.

"Still got one more load for you," you muttered, gripping her hips and slamming into her again. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Make sure you feel me dripping out of you all night."

Melissa let out a broken moan, her overstimulated pussy clenching around you. "Yesfuckyes—"

You felt it building, the pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, your thrusts getting faster, harder, sloppier.

"Shit... gonna cum!"

You slammed in one last time, burying yourself to the hilt as you spilled inside her, thick ropes of cum coating her walls.

Melissa moaned, arching her back as she felt it, her pussy squeezing around you, milking every last drop.

You stayed like that for a moment, panting, catching your breath, before slowly pulling out. Your cum leaked from her, dripping down her thighs, and fuck — that was a sight you’d never get tired of.

Melissa was still bent over the desk, panting, her thighs trembling, your cum leaking out of her in thick drips. She looked completely wrecked—hair a mess, mascara smudged, lips swollen from sucking you off earlier. “Holy fuck.” She murmured,

But when you reached down and spread her cheeks, watching another drop of your cum spill onto the floor, she let out a soft whimper and fucking clenched.

"Goddamn," you murmured, dragging your fingers through the mess between her legs. "Look at you. Still hungry for more?"

She whimpered, shifting against the desk, pressing her ass back toward you like she needed to be filled again.

"Fucked you stupid, huh?" you teased, sliding a finger back inside her, groaning at how wet she still was — soaked with her own slick and your cum.

"Mhm," she hummed, exhausted but still needy.

You smirked, sliding your hand up her back, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her up until her back was flush against your chest.

"You ain't done yet, baby," you murmured against her ear. "You're gonna ride me."

She shuddered, gasping softly as you pulled her away from the table. Her legs were weak, shaking from how hard you'd fucked her, but she still turned in your arms, eyes dark and needy as she climbed into your lap, straddling you right there in the chair.

"You sure you can take it?" you taunted, gripping her ass, spreading her wide. "You were just begging for me to let you cum."

Melissa rolled her hips, dragging her soaked cunt along your still-hard cock, coating it in a fresh layer of slick. "Shut up," she murmured, pressing her lips to yours, kissing you dirty, sloppy, messy, desperate. "I'm taking every fucking inch."

You growled against her mouth, gripping her hips as she lifted herself, lining you up with her entrance.

Then she sank down.

Both of you groaned as you filled her up again, her tight walls stretching around you, clenching as she took you deep.

"Fucking hell," you gritted out, watching her struggle to take it all, her nails digging into your shoulders as she shuddered.

Melissa tossed her head back, her lips parting in a breathy moan as she started rolling her hips, grinding down onto you, taking you so deep it was like she needed you there.

"That's it, baby," you groaned, your hands sliding up her waist, grabbing her tits, squeezing. "Fucking ride me."

She whimpered, bracing herself against your shoulders, lifting herself up only to slam back down, gasping as your cock filled her completely.

"Fuck," she moaned, throwing her head back, moving faster, her tits bouncing with every movement. "Feels so good—"

You groaned, watching her, completely transfixed.

"You like that?" you murmured, running your tongue over your lips. "Like bouncing on my cock, fucking yourself stupid?"

She nodded frantically, nails raking down your chest as she rode you harder, her slick dripping down onto your thighs.

"You're such a filthy little thing," you growled, leaning in to suck one of her nipples into your mouth, biting down just enough to make her squeal.

"Yesfuckyes—" she sobbed, her hips moving frantically, chasing her next orgasm.

"Look at you," you muttered, grabbing a fistful of her ass, helping her move faster. "Fucking yourself on my cock like you're made for it."

"I am," she gasped, slamming down even harder, grinding against you. "Made to take your cock, fuck, I—I'm gonna—"

Her body tensed, her walls clamping down around you like a vice as she screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a fucking wave.

But you weren’t done.

Before she could even recover, you gripped her hips tight and started thrusting up into her, fucking her through it, ignoring the way her body twitched from the overstimulation.

"Fuckfuck—" she sobbed, hands scrambling against your shoulders, nails digging in deep.

"You can take it," you growled, hips snapping up, hitting that spot inside her that had her wailing.

Her thighs shook, her whole body rocking as you held her down and fucked her, making sure she felt everything.

You felt it building, that sharp, white-hot pleasure curling in your gut, your cock twitching deep inside her.

"Gonna fill you up again," you groaned, thrusting harder, gripping the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to yours. "You want that, baby? Want me to cum so fucking deep you’ll be leaking for days?"

"Yes," she sobbed, her walls squeezing you, overstimulated but still desperate. "Cum inside me — fill me up please.."

That was all it took.

With a final, deep thrust, you buried yourself inside her and spilled, thick ropes of cum coating her walls, filling her to the brim.

Melissa moaned weakly, shuddering as she felt it, her body slumping against yours.

You held her close, both of you panting, sweating, completely wrecked.

After a long moment, she let out a breathless laugh, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips.

"Fuck," she murmured. "You really don't know how to quit, huh?"

You smirked, running your hands over her ass, squeezing. "Not when you're this fucking perfect."

She chuckled, resting her forehead against yours. "Think you can carry me to bed?" she asked, still trembling in your lap.

You grinned, tightening your arms around her. "Baby, I’ll fuck you there, too."

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janeyseymour · 4 months ago

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Wouldn't Deny That I'm In Love With You

Disclaimer: @schemmentigfs and I both got the same prompt, but decided to both write our own takes on it... so... but also like go read hers because it's a fucking slay.

Summary: You're a sunny art teacher, and you're married to the Abbott grump. No one knows. (requested by @strawberrypink-jellybeans )

WC: ~4.6k

Ms. Y/N. Ms. Schemmenti. Two souls who just so happen to find each other at the school that you both work at. Two souls that just so happen to be married to each other, undetected and unknown by most of the Abbott Elementary staff- aside from Barbara Howard, who doesn’t say much in regard to the topic because she knows of her work wife’s preferences. Two souls who, despite being near polar opposites, have found a love that they each hold near to their hearts.

Five years the two of you have been together. Three of those years, you’ve spent married. Why no one has really caught onto the fact that the tough, take no shit, second grade teacher and the always sunny and radiating joy art teacher are together? You never made a big deal about it, and you probably won’t ever. The only times that the two of you are necessarily together at school is when she brings her students to you for their related arts time. Your lunches and preps don’t line up, and Melissa likes to get to the school early enough to catch the news and prepare for her day while you prefer to lie in bed for longer than you would like to admit. There’s no need for all of glitz and glamour- no, instead, you began dating quietly, and then two years later you made your way down to City Hall with simple rings that had arrived in the mail from Amazon. With Barbara Howard as your witness, the two of you wed in a small conference room in the center of the city that had both of your hearts.

The change of last names never happened. Everyone at Abbott is so used to Melissa being a Schemmenti, and she takes pride in that last name. And you? You wouldn’t have minded being Mrs. Schemmenti, but you did fear that it would confuse some of your younger students. So, you kept your last name too.

And since that beautiful day two years ago, you’ve never been happier. Your sunny disposition only became brighter. And for a bit, Melissa was lighter on her toes before slipping back into the rough and tough teacher she was known to be. And no one ever asked why you began to wear a ring on your left hand- just another addition to the many rings that you tend to wear on a daily basis. The same goes for your wife. So no one at Abbott is aware of the marriage- including your boss, who has glossed over the fact that your paystubs have the same address.

If anybody had ever asked why either of you began wearing rings, you would tell them that you happily got married. And if anyone had asked why Melissa was wearing a new ring, she would tell them that someone finally managed to tie her down. And if they were smart about it, they would’ve known that the two of you are happily married. But you suppose that nobody expects the fiery redhead and the sweet art teacher to really cross paths to begin with.

It’s not like you hide the fact that you’re in a relationship. You really don’t. In all honesty, you wear your heart on your sleeve, and outside of school, everyone knows that you are happily married. You have your regular spots for dinner and coffee, her family absolutely adores you, and your family has made it quite clear that if you were to divorce Melissa, they would take her side in the matter.

Outside of school, those who know that the two of you are together know just how in love the two of you are. You’re not afraid to tell people how you love her- grumpiness and all.

Even your families are slightly attune to the fact that your wife isn’t always the badass bitch she pretends to be. They watch the way she tends to be with you, how you have this magical presence about you that eases everybody, but especially Melissa. They see how she holds you tenderly and how you are at such an ease with her, and you’re usually at ease to begin with.

But you know that there’s a time and a place to bring out the softness of your redheaded angel. And school is not necessarily the time or the place. Well, until…

It’s a Thursday morning when Melissa slams her fist into her alarm clock with a bit more force than she usually would that you know today is going to be a day where your phone just constantly goes off because you need to help keep your wife from committing arson.

After yesterday, you have a feeling that today is going to be a shit show for your wife. You’re quite thankful that you don’t have to deal with parents very often after you hear some of the horrors your wife has gone through.

When you expect her to roll out of bed to get into the shower, she doesn’t. She simply tightens her hold on you and kisses your neck.

“Hun,” you chuckle softly. “Babe.”

“Don’t wanna go to work today,” Melissa mumbles into the crook of your neck. “Don’t make me.”

You chuckle lowly. “You don’t have to, Lis. But I am going.”

“Stay with me,” your wife whines. “C’mon. We never take a day.”

“I can lay with you until it’s time for me to get up, but you know how excited I am to start this unit with the kiddos,” you tell her.

She groans at your insistence. “I guess I’ll take what I can get.”

Her laying with you only lasts a few minutes longer before she huffs and throws the covers off of her body. “If I go to work today, will you at least come shower with me?”

With a giggle, you follow her into the bathroom.

You think that maybe with the way she left the house this morning while you finished up your makeup and getting ready, her mood would be slightly better than it would’ve been had you not had sex in the shower.

But on your drive to work, you get a call from Melissa, and you know that nothing good can come from a call from her this early.

“What’s up, babe?” you answer brightly.

“I’m going to commit a crime,” your wife huffs into the phone.

You sigh deeply. “No, you are not,” you tell her firmly. “What happened?”

The redhead proceeds to tell you about the terrible email that a certain parent had sent her last night, claiming that she was the worst teacher in the greater Philadelphia area and that she was going to sue.

“I doubt that she’ll do that, and you know you are a great teacher,” you attempt to calm the fired up woman.

“I’m going to commit a crime for a different reason,” Melissa tells you.

“And that would be?”

“She left a voicemail on my phone and called me a dyke.”

That was probably the last thing that you expected your wife to say, and your heart breaks in your chest. You know that particular word brings up quite a few things for the redhead from her past, and you can’t say you’re fond of that slur either.

“My love,” you make your voice as warm and as calm as you possibly can. “I’m sorry. What do you need right now? Comfort, or a solution?”

“Both.”

“Well, my comfort solution right now is that I’m about five minutes from school, so you can head to my classroom and wait for me there. And my solution solution would be to go to Ava with the email and the voicemail and see what she has to say about it.”

You hear a soft hum come from Melissa as she debates which one she should do.

“Or, you can come to my classroom, and when I get there, we can go together.”

Melissa doesn’t end up doing any of those things. Of course she doesn’t. She stays on the phone with you until you get to your place of employment, but then she claims that she’s fine and doesn’t need to come to your classroom and she can handle the situation on her own.

And that solution is for her to simply simmer in her classroom- she doesn’t want to bother you when she knows that you have so much to prepare for today.

When the kiddos begin to trickle in, you’re upstairs in your classroom while Melissa stands by her door and tries to smile as her students greet her.

That’s when the parent comes in. She comes in with a fire and storms right up to your wife.

“The hell do you think you are?” the mother gets right in the redhead’s face. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Ma’am,” Melissa says, scarily calm. “Now is not the time or the place. If you wish to speak to me after school, I would be more than happy to do so with my boss present.”

“I think here is a great place, and now is the time! Because I won’t have time to have a conversation with you at the end of the school day! I have to get my daughter home and ready for gymnastics! Not like you would know anything about that, fuckin’ pathetic, childless fag.” The woman ends up screaming in your wife’s face because of a note that was sent home in regards to her daughter’s behavior the previous day. She ends up getting so close to Melissa that she can smell the booze in her breath- at 7:30 in the morning.

To the second grade teacher’s credit, she remains eerily calm the entire time. The only signal that she is getting angrier is that her fists clench and uncurl every so often. And because of this, Barbara Howard does not get involved. Instead, the kindergarten teacher greets her students while keeping a careful eye on her work wife and makes a mental note to text you a warning about your wife’s attitude when you see her later today.

Unfortunately, kindergarteners always keep the woman of God on her toes, and that text doesn’t get sent until you’re already in the middle of teaching your sixth graders.

A parent came in here raging at your wife. Lay’s mom.

She sent Lis a nasty email last night too… Should I come check on her?

I’m already sending her up. Having Janine watch her class as we speak.

Thank you.

Good luck.

You can hear your wife before you see her appear in the doorway, her heels clicking on the tile in a way where you know she’s pissed. And then her face is in front of you, and you can see how pissed she is.

“Hey,” you smile warmly at your wife. “Just give me a second to get the kids set up, and then-”

“Why did Barb send me up here?” Melissa bites out. “I don’t have time for this, Ms. Y/N.”

A few of your students look to the feisty second grade teacher with what you can only describe as a scowl. She’s speaking to you, the sweet and sunny art teacher, in such a bitter way.

You just give her a look that tells her to simmer down before turning back to your students. Some of them are waving at her, as she was their second grade teacher, but most of them just look confused that she’s up here when second grade doesn’t have their special until the end of the day, and she’s here on her own. You give them their instruction and ask them to do it quietly while you speak with Miss Schemmenti. Being a good group of students, they all take out their sketchbooks and begin to work. So, you step into the hall and crack your door.

“Lis,” you sigh quietly once you have privacy.

“‘m. fine,” your wife grits out. “Don’ even know why Barb sent me up here.”

“Because it’s clear you’re pissed, and that woman was yelling in your face.”

“And?” the redhead challenges. “I handled it fine. Didn’t even start cursing in Italian when I went into my classroom. I don’ need Barb, or you, acting like I’m gonna fly off the handle at every little thing. I don’ need it.”

“Lis.” You raise a brow and hug your arms around your body. “C’mon. We’re just looking out for you because we love you.”

“And I can handle it on my own.”

You frown, but nod. “Okay, hun. If you say so. But just know, I’m always here for you.”

Your wife just gives you a look that is clearly asking if you have anything else to say, or if she can go.

“Okay, babe,” you sigh. “I’m sorry she sent you up here, but we’re just looking out for you and making sure you’re okay. We love you, you know.”

The redhead finally begins to soften up a little. “I know.”

“Good.” You reach a hand out and squeeze hers gently before dropping it between the two of you. “I’ll see you when you bring your kiddos up for art?”

“Yeah,” the redhead sighs.

“And then tonight, we can just relax, yeah?”

She nods.

“I love you, Lis.”

“I love you too,” Melissa whispers back. She turns her head both ways to see if any students are wandering the hall, and for once there aren’t any stragglers. So, she leans in for a quick kiss- one that you reciprocate. And then she’s off down the hallways, heels still clanking against the tile, but slightly less aggressively. You can’t help but watch her figure as she goes before turning back into your classroom.

What the two of you weren’t aware of is that one of your students had gotten up to ask if she could use the restroom, and she saw the two of you kiss.

The class is whispering rapidly when you walk in, but you don’t really mind. You had given them an easy assignment, and it was simply to draw how they were feeling today. You knew it wouldn’t take much time, and you were prepared to walk back into your classroom to a more chaotic situation than you had. What you don’t know is that they were already whispering about you and Melissa. They go quiet as you walk back into the room.

Your smile is warm and your eyes are soft as you continue class with a grateful thank you for their patience and behavior.

By the time their teacher comes to pick them up, the word has spread like a wildfire- or a Schemmenti-made fire. They took to texting their friends while you gave them time to work on their sculptures with the option of listening to music on their phones.

But you are blissfully unaware of the rumors circulating about you and the second grade teacher you call your wife, so you send them off with a smile. When your next group comes in, those kids are well-behaved, albeit a bit chatty. You don’t tend to listen in on their conversations, so you don’t know that they’re speaking about you. You don’t miss the way some of them look at you, but you suppose that maybe they just aren’t fond of this outfit today. Still, you maintain your positive and bright disposition throughout the class period.

When your prep period comes around, you feel as though you’re in a good spot to be. So, you settle at your desk with a light snack and your phone.

I hope your day got better, you text Melissa.

Her response comes a bit later, as you’re thumbing through a few papers. Yeah. Got a few visitors from past years swinging by the room too, which is nice. Reminds me that I’m a good teacher.

Neither of you are aware that her former students are stopping by to get a look at her- as if they can see if the rumor is true or not by simply looking at her.

You are, you reply. I’m glad your day got better.

Thanks sunshine.

You smile dreamily at her words.

Come lunch, word about the two of you dating has gone through the school. Even most of the teachers are aware of the rumor- but you’re upstairs in your own little bubble, and everybody has seen the mood that your wife is in, so no one says anything. Not even Jacob, who is known for his curiosity, says anything. The lunch room is eerily quiet, and Melissa can’t say she’s unhappy about it. After chaos in her classroom, the redhead welcomes the calm eagerly.

Your last class to come by today is your wife’s. You’re standing outside of your classroom waiting for them when you see her marching her students down. She clearly seems to be in a better mood, and for that you are thankful. A grumpy Melissa at home is not a fun Melissa.

“Hello, Ms. Schemmenti!” you singsong, and your heart fills when she gives you a smile she usually reserves for you at home.

“Ms. Y/N,” the second grade teacher chuckles. She smirks. “My little eagles have been talking about how they’re so excited to see you today.”

You grin brightly at the kids lined up at your door. “How sweet,” you coo, and you ruffle Rakeem’s hair gently. “C’mon in, find your seats, and pull out your sketchbooks for me, okay?”

They file their way in, and you take the opportunity to look at your wife in all of her beauty for a few seconds. “Better day?”

“Better day,” Melissa sighs quietly. “And I talked to Ava about that situation, and she’s surprisingly willing to help me out.”

“Say what you want about Ava,” you chuckle. “But she does her job sufficiently.”

The redhead rolls her eyes and shrugs, and all you can do is smirk. “Have a good prep period, hun.”

“Have fun with my monsters.”

You turn into the room with a dopey lovesick smile on your face before you begin your last lesson of the day.

The second grade teacher is all caught up on her work, and she doesn’t really have much else to discuss with Janine in terms of curriculum, so Melissa makes her way up the stairs about ten minutes early.

You’re fully immersed in your teaching when she comes by, and all she can do is lean against the doorframe and watch you work your magic. It’s… definitely a different approach from her own teaching style, but you thrive. You’re easily one of the best teachers at Abbott, and your wife knows that- she tells you constantly.

You don’t even notice that she’s standing there, until you notice that your students are maybe not as engaged as they usually are with you.

“My loves,” you sigh softly, but the smile on your face is still present. “I do wish you would stay with me so you know what we’ll be doing next class.”

“C’mon, my little eagles,” Melissa scolds them gently. “You gotta listen to-”

“Am I running late?” you turn on your heel and look at Melissa.

She shakes her head. “Just had a few extra minutes. Thought I’d see what my favorite students are up to with one of their favorite teachers.”

“Oh,” you ease up immediately. “Well, come on in, Mel- Ms. Schemmenti.”

The redhead takes an empty stool and watches as you teach for the last few minutes. The students look between the two of you the entire time.

When there are a few minutes left of class, you ask the children if they have any questions- and you should’ve been specific in asking if they had any questions about the future of their art projects. Immediately, almost every student’s hand goes up.

You frown just slightly. “Was I not clear enough with my instruction?” you mumble to yourself. You thought you had been quite clear with the next steps and expectations. “Yes, Angel?”

“Are you and Ms. Schemmenti dating?”

You give a blank stare, and then your brows creep up your forehead. “What?”

“Are you and Ms. Schemmenti dating?” she repeats.

You glance to your wife, and she just gives you a look that states you can say whatever you want. With a nod of her head, you take a deep breath.

“Where did this come from?” you inquire.

This time, Malia speaks up. “My older brother saw you and Ms. Schemmenti this morning in the hallway kissing.”

“Wh-” Melissa gasps out. “That-”

“He said that Ms. Schemmenti came up during his class, and when he got up to ask to go to the bathroom he saw her kiss you.”

You bite your lip. “Well, that rumor is not true.”

The class gives a collective sigh, and you allow them to believe what you said before you smile.

“Because actually… Ms. Schemmenti and I are married.” You hold up your left hand and wiggle your ring finger. The students’ eyes go from you to your wife, who is also holding up her left hand with a smirk.

The frowns and sad sighs quickly turn into wide eyes, mouths agape, big smiles, and cheers. Questions are flying at you a million miles a minute, and you can’t help but chuckle. Instead of trying to answer them over the chaos in your room, you simply make your way over to the redhead and drape an arm around her shoulder while you wait for them to get their excitement out. It takes a minute for their shock to die down and for you to wrangle their attention again.

“Ms. Schemmenti and I are married; have been for three years,” you chuckle. “Yes, Sweet Cheeks comes home with us over the summers. Sometimes we go out for dinner, but mostly we just stay in and cook. Our house has a front porch with a garden in the back. No, we don’t usually come to work together.”

“H-how?!” one of the kids stammers out.

You go to say more, but your wife just holds up a hand to signal them to stop bombarding the two of you with questions. “My little eagles, we have to get back to our classroom if we want to get to dismissal on time. So, line up. C’mon.”

Dismissal is much more hectic than usual. You’re standing outside at your duty while Melissa sees that all of her students get to the right places, and word travels fast. You have students and their parents coming up to the both of you praising you for ‘having the courage’ to come out. Others can’t believe that the hard ass and the personification of sunshine are married. But almost everybody is smiles at the confirmation that the two of you are a happy couple.

Well, all except that one parent. She comes up, guns a-blazing to you. She begins to scream in your face, calling you all sorts of derogatory names. She’s… you’re becoming increasingly nervous.

Thankfully, Melissa is able to dismiss the rest of her students and comes to your rescue. So does Ava. While Ava tries to get her to walk away without causing any more of a scene than what was already created, your wife is pissed.

“You can talk to me however you want,” Melissa hisses at the woman, pointing a finger in the woman’s face. “You can say whatever the hell you want about me. But you do not speak to my wife like that. Nope, and if you keep goin’… you don’t know who you’re-”

“Lis,” you tug her back by the arm gently. “Just… let her go. Ava will handle it.”

She shoots you an incredulous look. How are you so calm about this? But because you give her a look that tells her it’s not worth it, she backs down. She continues to glare at the woman as she’s pulled away by another parent and the principal.

The redhead just wraps an arm around you, holding you close for the rest of dismissal. She doesn’t care anymore- the entire school knows that the two of you are together at this point. And if they didn’t witness the events that had just taken place, the two of you know word travels fast in this school- everyone would know by tomorrow morning anyway.

One more parent approaches you with their child, and Melissa looks like she’s ready to fight if someone else says one more negative thing about your relationship.

“I- I saw what happened,” the mother states quietly. “And I just want you to know… she’s on her own in that mindset. The rest of us are quite happy to have the two of you at Abbott, your relationship aside. And, if the two of you are happy, that’s nobody’s business but your own.”

You give this mother a soft smile and a thank you for her words.

After dismissal, you don’t go into the staff lounge to grab your lunch bag- you’ll wait to get it tomorrow. No. You just want to go home and relax after the last hour of your day. Melissa texts you to let you know that she doesn’t plan on sticking around today either- she’ll meet you at home as soon as she can. So, you quietly slip out of the school once teacher hours are over.

At home, you’re just pouring two glasses of wine as your wife comes in and kicks off her shoes. Her arms are instantly around your waist and kissing you softly. You giggle in her hold.

“Hey, babe,” you smile against her lips.

She just kisses you again, murmuring, “My beautiful wife.”

“Do you want to talk about today?” you ask as you pull away and offer her the wine glass meant for her.

Where you think the redhead is going to go back to raging, she just shrugs. “Ava already pulled me aside and told me that she has our backs. She ain’t gonna let this parent ruin it all- somehow she’s already in the process of moving the kid to Janine’s class, as much as I’ll hate to see Lay out of my class.”

“It’s probably for the best,” you sigh quietly.

Melissa nods with a frown. “And instead of taking art, she’ll go with the gym teacher twice a cycle… Mom’s a real homophobe and doesn’t want us ‘rubbing in the gay’. Whatever the hell that means.”

You roll your eyes. “A real piece of work.”

“That’s the understatement of the year.”

“Well?” you ask as you take a sip of your own wine. “How do you feel about us being out at school?”

“It was only a matter of time,” your wife tells you with a small shrug and a smile. “I don’ care if everyone knows, although I’m not looking forward to the line of questioning I’ll get from Pipsqueak and her sidekick tomorrow morning.”

“Why don’t we go into work together tomorrow, and I’ll help you out with that?” you tease.

“You’d wake up early for me?”

“You know I would,” you chuckle.

The next morning, Melissa drives the two of you to your place of work, and you walk into the staff lounge hand in hand. Almost immediately, her work crew- aside from Barbara- are bombarding you with questions.

You do everything you can to answer them, until Jacob asks, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

Melissa just smirks. “Youse didn’t ask. Had you, I would’ve told you I was happily married to Y/N three years ago. It’s not like I deny that I’m in love with her.”

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