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Have some respect

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undercover aftermath (emily prentiss)

PAIRING: emily prentiss & fem reader DESCRIPTION: emily reminds you who you belong to after being undercover CAUTION: spit, swearing, fingering, oral, strap-on, power dynamics, slight mention of your undercover stint WORD COUNT: 2.7k AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry for any mistakes, i wrote this at 3am x

The case had been brutal. Deep undercover, you had played your part perfectly, too perfectly, as far as Emily was concerned. You had spent weeks infiltrating a high-profile trafficking ring, posing as an informant willing to trade information for protection. The role required you to get close to dangerous men, to endure their scrutiny, their suspicion, and, ultimately, their violence.

It was part of the job, you reminded yourself each time a hand lingered too long on your waist, each time a leering gaze made your skin crawl. You had prepared for it, trained for it. But nothing could have truly prepared you for the moment one of the men decided to test your loyalty.

They had cornered you in a warehouse, questioning your motives, threatening to expose you. A punch to the ribs to make you talk, a knee to the stomach to remind you of your place. You played your role flawlessly, feigning just enough fear to convince them, keeping just enough strength to make it out alive. The team had extracted you before it escalated further, but Emily had seen enough. She had seen the blood on your lip, the bruise forming beneath your shirt, and the way you winced when you breathed. And she had been forced to do nothing, to stay in character, to keep her rage in check until the case was wrapped up.

Now that you were finally safe in your hotel room, she was done holding back.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Emily grabbed your face and kissed you hard. There was no hesitation, no preamble, just raw possession in the way her tongue parted your lips and claimed you. Her hands gripped your waist, pressing you into the wall, her thigh slipping between yours with deliberate pressure.

"You’re mine," she growled, voice thick with frustration and something darker, something desperate.

"Em --" Your voice barely made it out before she was nipping at your jaw, sucking a bruise just beneath your ear, her fingers already working at your shirt.

"Take this off," she demanded. You obeyed without hesitation, wincing slightly as the fabric brushed over your ribs. Emily’s eyes darkened, her fingertips ghosting over the deep bruise before she kissed the spot - soft at first, then harder, her teeth grazing over sensitive skin.

"They hurt you," she murmured, voice softer now, but no less intense. "I’m going to make you forget every second of it."

Then she was everywhere at once - lips, hands, body pressed to yours as she guided you toward the bed. You barely registered the moment your back hit the mattress before Emily was stripping you completely, her eyes locked onto you like you were the only thing that mattered.

She spread your legs wide, her gaze darkening as she took in the sight of your soaked pussy, glistening and aching for her touch. "Fuck," she breathed, dragging her fingers up your inner thigh, teasing just shy of where you needed her most. "So wet already. You want me to take care of you, don’t you?"

You whimpered, hips shifting in search of contact, but Emily only chuckled, pressing a single finger along your slit, sliding it up to circle your clit in agonizingly slow motions.

"Look at you," she murmured, voice thick with arousal. "So fucking needy."

She leaned down, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, her breath warm as she finally flicked her tongue over your clit. The sudden contact made you jolt, a sharp gasp escaping as she wrapped her lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked.

"Oh, fuck..." Your fingers tangled in her hair, your body arching as she licked you with broad, slow strokes, her tongue relentless, flicking and teasing, alternating between sucking and circling your swollen clit. She knew exactly how to unravel you, how to make you squirm and plead, her hands gripping your thighs, keeping you spread open for her.

She trailed her mouth up, hovering over your chest, her eyes locked onto yours. Then she gathered saliva in her mouth and spit onto your nipples, watching as it glistened over your sensitive skin. Her tongue followed immediately after, swirling the warm spit around each hardened peak, teasing, flicking, then sucking one deep into her mouth.

The sensation made you moan, your back arching as she switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention; spitting, swirling, sucking, her teeth grazing just enough to send pleasure straight to your core.

When she slid two fingers inside your dripping cunt, you moaned, your walls clenching around the intrusion. She curled them just right, pressing against your sweet spot, thrusting slow and deep as her tongue continued its torment.

"You’re dripping for me, baby," Emily groaned, pulling back just enough to watch her fingers disappear into your pussy. She pushed them in deeper, twisting them slightly, making your back arch. "God, I love watching you take my fingers."

She fucked you slow, dragging it out, savoring the way you clenched around her, the way you writhed beneath her touch. When she added a third finger, stretching you open, your moans turned desperate, your body trembling.

"Cum for me," she ordered, her voice low, demanding. "I want to feel you soak my fingers."

Her words pushed you over the edge, pleasure slamming into you as your pussy clenched around her fingers, your orgasm tearing through you in waves. Emily didn’t stop, she fucked you through it, her thumb pressing firm circles against your clit, her mouth devouring every sound you made.

When you finally came down, chest heaving, body spent, Emily pulled her fingers from you, watching as your slick coated them. She brought them to your lips, pressing them inside your mouth. "Suck," she commanded.

You obeyed, tasting yourself as you wrapped your lips around her fingers, watching as her pupils blew wide with hunger. "Good girl," she praised, her voice dark, dripping with satisfaction.

She reached for the nightstand, retrieving the strap-on she had packed - one that you both knew she loved using on you. Adjusting the harness, she stroked the thick silicone, watching you as she spread your legs even wider.

"You want my cock?" she teased, pressing the tip against your entrance, barely pushing in.

"Yes," you breathed, rocking your hips toward her. "Please, Em."

That was all she needed. She thrust forward, stretching you inch by inch, filling you until she bottomed out, the base grinding against her clit. The pressure made her moan, her hands gripping your hips as she started to move.

She set a punishing pace; deep, relentless, each thrust driving the thick strap-on against your sweet spot with devastating precision. Your gasps turned into sharp cries, your nails raking down her back as she fucked you harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room.

"Look at you," she murmured, watching your face twist in pleasure. "Taking my cock so well."

She reached down, rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles, her other hand pressing down on your stomach, feeling the way the strap filled you. "Feel that?" she whispered. "That’s me stretching you, owning you."

It was too much, the relentless thrusts, the way she played your body so perfectly. Your orgasm hit hard, your pussy clenching around the toy as pleasure tore through you. Emily groaned, grinding against you, her own release shuddering through her as the base of the strap rubbed against her clit.

Your body was still trembling from your last orgasm when Emily pulled out, but she wasn’t done with you. Not even close. She pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, tasting your pleasure, before trailing down your body with a smirk that sent shivers through you.

“You think I’m finished?” she murmured, her fingers tracing circles on your inner thigh. “Oh, baby, I’m just getting started.”

Before you could respond, she flipped you over effortlessly, pressing your stomach against the mattress as she gripped your ass and spread you open.

“You’re dripping all over the sheets,” she purred, her voice thick with amusement and arousal. “Such a messy little thing.”

Then, without warning, she leaned in and licked a slow, teasing stripe over your soaked pussy, flicking her tongue against your clit before moving lower. She moaned as she tasted you, her grip tightening on your hips. Her tongue was relentless, dipping inside you, sucking, devouring. When you whimpered and pushed back against her mouth, she chuckled against your skin.

“You want more?” she mused. “Then ride my face.”

She pulled you up onto your knees, guiding you over her mouth. You braced yourself against the headboard as Emily gripped your thighs and pulled you down onto her tongue. The first stroke made your breath hitch, the sensation of her mouth working you over making your legs shake.

Emily moaned beneath you, her tongue flicking, sucking, teasing as she ate you like she was starving. She gripped your ass, holding you in place as she devoured you, her moans vibrating against your sensitive flesh.

You rocked against her face, desperate and needy, grinding down as she licked into you, her nose nudging your clit just right. The pleasure was overwhelming, sharp and electric.

“Fuck, Emily, babyy”

She didn’t stop, didn’t let up, her tongue pushing you closer and closer until --

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, making you cry out, your body convulsing as pleasure burned through you.

But Emily wasn’t done.

Still reeling from your high, you barely had time to catch your breath before Emily flipped you onto your back again, her predatory gaze locked onto yours. She reached for the strap-on, adjusting the harness, her fingers wrapping around the thick length as she smirked down at you.

“Head over the edge,” she ordered, her voice dark with intent.

You obeyed, your pulse quickening as you positioned yourself as she wanted. Your head hung over the side of the bed, your mouth already parting in anticipation as Emily knelt over you, lining the silicone cock up with your lips.

“You’re going to take it, aren’t you?” she purred, rubbing the tip over your lips. “Gonna be my good little slut and swallow it all?”

You nodded eagerly, opening wide as she slid the tip past your lips. She started slow, letting you adjust, but soon, her patience ran thin. She gripped your jaw and thrust deeper, pushing past the back of your throat as a muffled moan escaped you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” she groaned, her hips rolling as she used your mouth.

The weight of her against your tongue, the way she held your head in place, was intoxicating. Your throat tightened around the strap as she fucked into your mouth, her moans growing louder as the harness rubbed against her clit.

And then...

Smack.

A sharp slap landed on your pussy, making you jolt, your muffled gasp vibrating around the strap.

Emily chuckled darkly. “Sensitive, aren’t you?”

She did it again, a sting of pleasure-pain that made heat pool between your thighs. Then her fingers were there, rubbing your clit in tight, punishing circles as she kept thrusting into your mouth.

“You love this, don’t you?” she growled, her movements growing more frantic. “Getting fucked like this, used like this?”

You moaned around her, your entire body burning with need. She pressed down harder on your clit, the pressure sending you spiraling toward another orgasm. The combination of being filled, overstimulated, and owned had you shuddering as you came hard, your body shaking beneath her.

Emily pulled out of your mouth, panting, her pupils blown wide as she took in the sight of you - lips swollen, eyes dazed and slightly teary, body spent and trembling.

She leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, hungry kiss.

“You’re not done yet,” she murmured against your mouth. “I still have one more round for you.”

You pushed her onto her back, straddling her waist as you ran your hands down her toned stomach, feeling the way she tensed beneath your touch. Her pupils were still blown wide with lust, but there was a flicker of surprise as she looked up at you.

“Oh?” she smirked, lips swollen from all the ways she’d claimed you. “You think you’re in charge now, Princess?”

Instead of answering, you slid down her body, trailing kisses down her stomach, your tongue flicking over the dips and curves of her muscles. Emily inhaled sharply when you reached her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider as you settled between them.

The strap-on had long been ditched.

She was dripping, her arousal glistening against her flushed skin. You licked your lips, teasing her with slow, deliberate kisses along the inside of her thighs, purposely avoiding where she needed you most.

“Don’t tease,” she warned, her voice low and dangerous.

You smirked. “What happened to patience?”

Emily growled in frustration, but before she could grab your hair and shove you into her, you finally gave her what she wanted. You licked a slow, teasing stripe up her slit, making her breath hitch. Then, with no warning, you shoved your tongue deep inside her, curling it as she gasped and arched off the bed.

“Fuck..”

You gripped her thighs, holding her open as you fucked her with your tongue, moving in deep, slow strokes before flicking your tongue against that sensitive spot inside her. She clenched around you, her hands tangling in your hair as she rocked against your face, chasing her pleasure.

“You—ah—” Emily’s voice broke, her dominance crumbling as you pushed her higher. “Fucking hell, baby.”

You sucked her clit into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves before sliding two fingers inside her, curling them just right.

Emily gasped, her entire body tensing. “Don’t stop,” she panted, her grip tightening. “Don’t fucking stop...”

You didn’t. You fucked her with your fingers, your tongue never leaving her clit, sucking and flicking until her thighs trembled around your head. When you added a third finger, stretching her, her moans turned desperate.

“God—fuck—” Emily’s body arched, her head thrown back against the pillows as pleasure slammed into her. Her thighs squeezed around your head as she came hard, her body shuddering, her nails digging into your scalp as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

You kept your mouth on her, licking her through it, drinking in every drop of her pleasure until she was trembling beneath you, her breathing uneven, her muscles twitching from the overstimulation.

Finally, when she whimpered from the sensitivity, you pulled back, licking your lips as you moved up to kiss her. Emily grabbed your face, dragging you into a slow, deep kiss, tasting herself on your tongue as she let out a soft, satisfied hum.

Emily’s dominance had melted into something softer as she pulled you into her arms, rolling you onto your side. She kissed your forehead, then your temple, her hands stroking up and down your back in slow, soothing motions.

“You did so good for me, baby,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your skin. “So fucking perfect.”

You nuzzled into her, your body warm and relaxed in her embrace. She reached for a nearby towel, gently wiping away the slick between your thighs, making sure you were comfortable before pulling the blankets over both of you.

Her arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head as she pressed another kiss to your hair. “Are you okay?” she whispered, her voice laced with genuine care.

You sighed contentedly. “More than okay.”

Emily chuckled softly, her fingers tracing slow circles on your hip. “Good. Because you’re mine,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips, slow and deep. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

Your heart swelled at her words, at the way she held you so securely, grounding you in her warmth.

“I love you,” you murmured against her lips.

Emily smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I love you more, Princess.”

With that, she pulled you impossibly closer, her arms locking around you as the steady rhythm of her heartbeat lulled you into peaceful exhaustion.

Safe. Loved. Completely hers.

And that was all you ever needed.

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

You mean? I mean.

[myovin]

My favourite toxic wlw couple 💕

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💜 x 💚

[nyx-is-missing]

Hi! Can I request a Clarissa × Fem!reader, where reader is spending a lot of time talking to someone from Athena's cabin and she gets jealous. you can decide what cabin reader is in :)

Jealous jealous girl

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader (apollo's kid)

Summary: when the girl she likes is being friendly to someone, Clarisse might see red.

Warnings: no major fights actually, fluff (a bit) kissing (yes today no clickbait) medíocre writting and im sorry.

(I didn't review it, don't sue me, English isn't my native language, that's probably why it's mediocre, love ya

"Have you actually read that book? Oh my gods really? I felt like i was the only one who knew it"

Clarisse watched with red eyes as (Y/n) got excited and laughed togheter with some kid from Athena's cabin.

They werent exactly...togheter yet, but they WERE something, everyone was sure of that.

Clarisse mind couldnt comprehend then, how even though EVERYONE knew they had something, that particular girl would not back off of her.

(Y/n) laughed togheter with the girl at some book reference she had made, and the final straw for Clarisse was when the girl had the courage to touch her girl's knee.

Her sunshine?

The disrespect, was she not seeing Clarrise looking at them? Like 10 steps behind?

The.disrespect.

Oh that will end right now.

Walking over to the girls with a fake smile who people would perceive of normal happiness, however, if you did knew her, her eyes had a hint of red rage in them.

"Love? Would you come with me for a second yes?"

She took (Y/n) by the hands but before she could even get up the Athena kid made herself seen.

"Excuse me? Cant you see we're talking? So rude."

"Oh yes, excuse you really, i dont think a need a cue to talk to my girlfriend, now shut up before I make you eat that book for dinner."

Not waiting for any more words Clarisse took reader by the hand again.

"Clarisse that was not nice, she was my friend- dont even start to speak right now, we'll talk in my cabin, it must be empity right now, we dont need the camp seeing something they dont need"

Letting (Y/n) guide her, still holding her hand, Clarisse had a confused look on her face.

"But we are not going to fight, not today"

"Says who?"

They got inside the cabin and bingo, empity empity, all the Apollo kids must be doing its activities, or getting ready for dinner, as always.

"Me, Love. We wont fight, we'll talk."

Clarisse sat down at the bed she knew it was (y/n)'s waiting for her to do the same.

Choosing to stand, she had a blank look on her face.

"You said we would talk, talk to me, why be mean to my friend clari?"

"Because im jealous. Im not made of steel, love, i cant see a girl from a rival cabin flirting with my sunshine and go around skipping like a kid, you know me"

"We were not flirting clari, she is my friend!"

"YOU were not flirting, she wants to be more than that"

Clarisse corrected

"And you have a right to do something about it since when? Everytime you talk about me to your friends im a friend too, but suddently when its convenient i turn into your girlfriend? Oh please"

Clarisse looked at her, and extended her hands to grab (y/n) hands, when they finally touched Clarisse got (y/n) to get closer and closer to her, now she was standing in between Clarisse's legs and had to look down to see her.

"I never said i was right love, im sorry for hurting you, i swear.....i was insecure about that, im so sorry really..."

"Clari you dont needed to-"

"Date me"

Clarisse interrupted her mid speech.

"What?"

"Date me, let me introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend, i wont make you hurt anymore, date me....-"

Please

That was the word missing, would it make clarisse apear as desperate if she used it?

Fuck it, she was inside the Apollo cabin, that gave her enough poetic justice to be as luvestruck as she could

She found herself resting her hands on (y/n) hips, looking up to her with heart eyes.

"Please... date me"

.

.

.

"Say something, please"

Whoever first said that acts spoke words was very much right, because the kiss Clarisse received was nothing short of a love letter.

Clarisse felt hands on her cheek and neck, caressing her.

The kiss was slow and carefull at first, like the first time they kissed, so very sweet, until it wasn't.

When the kiss deepened, Clarisse's hands sunk more onto (y/n) hips, and then started to pull her down, to sit on her lap.

It was the very first time both felt like this, the absolute need to just become a fusion, hug so tightly a loved one that they would just morph into one.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you"

Clarisse said, breathing in her girlfriend's neck when they separated to breath.

When (y/n) was going to speak, she felt a small bite on her lower neck.

"Clarisse- ah"

"Sorry.."

Clarissed giggled before she went back kissing her mouth, when did she became one of the girls that giggled?

They heard the cabin door opening and then a

"Oh fuck sorry i just...ill come back later, and you (y/n) will tell me everything about later or ill change my name, bye lovebirds"

They looked at each other resisting the urge to laugh.

"Well i guess we wont need to introduce ourselfs to anybody, by tomorrow morning they'll know"

[symp4nat]

Training

clarisse la rue x fem!reader

authors note: hi this is my first time writing on tumblr so pls spare me ahhh

word count: almost 300 (im working on tryna write more [sob])

Both you and your girlfriend had been busy for the longest bit of time. You only had time to spend together during lunch or dinner, but other than that, you were two individual, separate people. Clarisse didn't like that.

Clarisse had recently found a new way to hang out with you. This came in the form of doing something that wasn't necessarily... appealing.. to you.

"We can spar, I'll teach you," she said enthusiastically. You groaned and changed your shoes. "Do we have to? That isn't fun, it's gross and sweaty and it hurts! Ple-"

Clarisse cut you off, unlike usual. "Just for thirty minutes, please?" She pouted and you crossed your arms.

"Twenty," you tried to bargain.

Your girlfriend rolled her eyes. "Fine, and you get one water break. Let's go, tie your laces please."

-

You had just about enough. You put your hands on your knees and huffed. You checked your watch. Five more minutes of torture, just five.

This time, you decided to give it your all. "Go," Clarisse said. You jabbed and punched and then managed to pin your girl down to the floor. You grinned proudly as you kissed her cheek. "I won!"

Clarisse laughed and a soft glint had appeared in her eyes. "Good job, mama, you did good, I'm so proud of you."

You tried to hold back a smile as she called you that nickname, as she rarely ever calls you it. "This call for a celebration," you joked.

"Yes ma'am it does, my cabin, during dinner," Clarisse teased as she gently squeezed your hip.

You got off her body and stuck a hand out. "And we'll do what?"

Clarisse took your hand and lifted her body up. "Celebrate, of course."

[brook8xoxo]

this is literally me every night if anyone cares

[philokaliist]

HI LOVELYY!!Can you pls do a fanfic / oneshot with Clarisse basically seeing reader get ignored by their friends and like comforts them and flips off the so called friends?BDJDJD TY IF U DO 😇😇

'I Got Your Back'

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader

A/N:Hi lovely!Tysm for requesting!Yes I can try!I love this idea sm!

Your 'friends' ignore you,but hey,at least you've got Clarisse.

Clarisse strolled through the bustling camp,on her way to the armory to get something fixed. As she passed the training grounds, she noticed you sitting with a group of 'friends'. A frown creased her face when she realized that your friends seemed oblivious to your presence. They chatted and laughed, completely ignoring you.

"Hey, idiots!" Clarisse barked at them, her voice cutting through the air like a sword. "You blind or just stupid? Look at your friend over there, sittin' all alone!What kinda friends are you,losers!"

Your 'friends' exchanged confused glances but continued their banter, leaving Clarisse seething with frustration.She stormed over, her face contorted with anger. "You think it's funny to ignore someone!? Huh?!" She realized she'd probably be punished if she did anything she shouldn't - but she couldn't give a damn in that moment.But before she did anything - you placed a hand on her shoulder and your eyes pleaded with her own not to do anything she might regret.She was still mad but begrudgingly stepped away.

Still no response from your 'friends' though.The air crackled with tension as Clarisse turned back to you. "Forget these losers," she grumbled as she took your hand. "Come with me."

She led you away from the oblivious group, guiding you to the shores of the camp's lake. Clarisse's usually stern expression softened as she looked at you, concern etched on her features.

"What the fuck their problem?!" she snapped "Nobody deserves to be treated like that.What a bunch of good-for-nothin' assholes." She muttered.

She sat down next to you, still fuming but now with an added layer of protectiveness. "You don't need those jerks. You're worth more than that."

Clarisse took a deep breath, trying to calm her anger. "Look, I don't do this kind of mushy stuff or whatever,but I can't stand by and watch someone get treated like shit.You deserve better."

You looked up, meeting Clarisse's intense gaze. There was a mix of surprise and curiosity in your eyes.You were genuinely shocked it was her of all people who said this.

"They don't appreciate you," Clarisse continued, her voice oddly sincere. "But that doesn't mean you're not worth a damn. Got it?"

As Clarisse continued to vent her frustrations about your so-called friends,it was an unexpected moment of vulnerability from her.

"They're not worth your time," she asserted, her tone sharper now as she wrapped her arms around you "If they can't see how awesome you are, they're not worth having around.Besides,you don't need people who don't appreciate you," she said "You've got me. And if they can't see how amazing you are, then screw 'em.We don't need those losers,they just hate us 'cause they ain't us.But I've got your back,pretty girl."

A/N:Another quick drabble for this morning!Will probably do 1 or 2 more rq's by tonight if I have time

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the games we play (melissa schemmenti)

PAIRING: melissa schemmenti & fem reader DESCRIPTION: you and melissa play this game where you constantly mess with each until one day you take it too far CAUTION: flirting, lingering touches, thigh riding, oral, teasing, sex in the classroom, swearing WORD COUNT: 4.2k AUTHOR'S NOTE: SHE'S SO DAMN FINE MASTERLIST

The fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead, the air thick with the familiar scent of burnt coffee and old textbooks. From the hallway, the distant chatter of students leaks through the walls, mingling with the occasional squeak of sneakers against linoleum. But none of that really matters.

Because she’s here.

Melissa Schemmenti.

Leaning against the counter, one hip cocked, stirring sugar into her coffee like she’s got all the time in the world. The steam curls lazily from her cup, and for a second, you just watch her - how the sleeves of her blouse are pushed up to her elbows, how her hair catches the light in deep, warm waves. You should say something. Tease her, like always. But for once, you’re caught up in looking.

Then, like she can feel your gaze, she glances up. A smirk already tugs at her lips.

“Morning,” she says, her voice rough in that way that makes your stomach tighten. Like she’s been laughing, yelling, like she’s alive.

You step into the room, closing the distance with easy confidence. Closer than usual. She notices. You can tell by the slight raise of her brow, the way she doesn’t move away.

“Morning, gorgeous,” you reply, voice smooth as honey.

She snorts, shaking her head, but you don’t miss the way her lips twitch like she’s fighting a smile. You reach for the coffee pot, making sure your fingers brush against hers, slow and deliberate. The touch lingers, warm and fleeting all at once.

She gives you a look over the rim of her cup. “You’re real handsy today.”

You grin, leaning against the counter beside her. “What, am I usually not?”

Melissa tilts her head, considering. “Oh, you are. But today? You’re layin’ it on thick.”

Good. That’s exactly what you wanted.

You take a slow sip of your coffee, watching her over the rim of your cup. “Maybe I’m just feeling extra affectionate.” Your voice dips lower, lazy, teasing. “Maybe I just can’t help myself around you.”

Her fingers tighten slightly around her cup, but her expression doesn’t waver. Still, you catch it, that flicker of something in her eyes.

She hums, taking another sip of coffee. “That so?”

You set your cup down, reaching out like it’s second nature. Your fingers graze the fabric of her sleeve, slow and deliberate. “You got somethin’ on your shirt,” you murmur, dragging your fingers along her arm under the excuse of brushing it off.

Melissa exhales sharply through her nose, setting her coffee down with a soft thunk. “Uh-huh,” she mutters, giving you an unimpressed look. “That even real, or you just lookin’ for excuses to touch me?”

“Can’t it be both?” you ask, tilting your head.

She huffs a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You clutch your chest in mock offense. “Lucky? Melissa, sweetheart, I’m devastated. I thought you liked the attention.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s no real exasperation there - just something warm, something familiar. And maybe, just maybe, something else, too.

You decide to push just a little further. You shift, stepping into her space, close enough that the scent of her perfume, something warm and subtly spiced, mixes with the coffee in the air.

“If I’m layin’ it on too thick, tell me to stop.” Your voice is softer now, the teasing still there, but edged with something real.

Her eyes flick to yours. She doesn’t step back.

She doesn’t tell you to stop.

And damn if that doesn’t make you want to push even more.

The late afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds in Melissa’s classroom, painting long golden streaks across the desks. The air is thick with that familiar end-of-the-day warmth. The scent of dry-erase markers, old textbooks, and the lingering traces of coffee. Outside, the distant sounds of students laughing and teachers chatting in the hallway weave through the quiet hum of the school winding down.

But in here? It’s just you and her.

Melissa sits at her desk, red pen in hand, flipping through a stack of papers with a look of mild disapproval, almost like the answers offend her personally. She doesn’t acknowledge you right away, though you know she clocked you the second you walked in.

You lean against the edge of her desk, deliberately encroaching on her space. Close enough to see the crease in her brow, the way her fingers tap idly against the paper.

“Don’t you got your own classroom to loiter in?” she mutters, eyes still on the page.

You smirk. “I could say the same about you in the lounge this morning.”

That gets her attention. She glances up, one brow arching. “Yeah? And what exactly was I doin’?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You stretch, letting the silence stretch with it, like you’re savoring this. “Looking at me like you were real interested in something.”

Melissa snorts, shaking her head. “You’re full of it.”

You lean in just slightly, lowering your voice. “C’mon, just admit it. You like when I flirt with you.”

That makes her pause. Not long - just a second, just enough to tell you that you’ve hit the mark. But then she exhales, shaking her head as she flips to the next page in her stack.

“I tolerate it,” she corrects. But her voice is a little too even, too practiced.

You tap a finger against your chin, pretending to consider. “Hmm. Tolerate is a step up from ‘quit it’ and ‘go be annoying somewhere else,’ so I’ll take it.”

Melissa huffs, setting her pen down. Her gaze flicks to you, sharp and assessing, like she’s trying to figure out your angle. But you don’t give her the chance.

You reach out, slow and deliberate, and flick a stray piece of lint from her sleeve. Your fingers linger just a little longer than necessary, your thumb grazing the fabric.

Her eyes flicker down to where you touched her.

And then, in a move so casual it almost feels calculated, she reaches out and flicks the collar of your shirt.

You blink, caught just slightly off guard. “Did you just --”

“You had somethin’ on it.” She shrugs, looking back down at her work, like she didn’t just turn the tables on you.

Oh. Oh, she’s playing now.

A slow grin spreads across your lips. “You know,” you murmur, shifting just a little closer, just enough that your thigh brushes against hers under the desk. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re the one getting a little handsy now.”

Her fingers tighten slightly around her pen, but she doesn’t move away. Doesn’t shove you off. Instead, she lets the silence stretch between you, heavy with something neither of you are quite naming yet.

Finally, she exhales, shaking her head like she’s washing the moment away. “You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?”

You smirk, drumming your fingers against her desk. “Yeah, but you’d miss me if I stopped.”

You push off the desk, turning toward the door, feeling her gaze still on you. You should leave it at that. Let her sit with whatever that was, let the moment hang between you like a loose thread just waiting to be pulled.

But just as you reach the doorway, she speaks.

“You shouldn’t start something you’re not ready to finish.”

You pause.

Slowly, you turn your head, catching the way she’s watching you—like she’s daring you to push further. Like she wants you to.

Your smirk deepens.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you murmur, voice dripping with promise. “You have no idea what I’m ready for.”

And with that, you walk out, already planning how you’re going to push her even further tomorrow.

You don’t know what kind of game you’re playing anymore.

Maybe you started this just to get under Melissa’s skin, to push her buttons and watch that sharp, knowing smirk tug at her lips. But this morning? This morning, as you stand in front of the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of your dress - your choice very, very deliberate - you realize something.

This isn’t just about teasing anymore.

It’s about seeing how far you can go before she cracks.

So, you leave your panties in your dresser drawer. Just to see if she’ll notice. And God, you hope she does.

The school day drags, but your nerves stay electric, humming under your skin. You go about your lessons, smiling at students, making small talk in the halls, but there’s a constant awareness beneath it all. A slow, simmering heat between your legs and not just because of what you’ve done, but because of the possibility of Melissa finding out.

When the lunch bell rings, you don’t go straight to the lounge. No - she’s expecting that. You make her wait. Let her find you.

And sure enough, not ten minutes later, she does.

You’re in your classroom, leaning against your desk, flipping through a stack of papers you don’t care about. The second she steps in, you feel her before you even see her, before her voice, thick with amusement, rolls over you.

“You avoidin’ me?”

You glance up, and there she is, hip cocked, arms crossed, watching you like she’s already figured out that you’re up to something.

You smile, slow and lazy. “Now, why would I do that?”

Melissa takes a few steps closer, eyes scanning you, assessing. She doesn’t answer right away, and the tension tightens just slightly, like a rope being pulled taut.

You lean back on your hands, letting your dress ride up just a little. Not obvious - just enough that if she were looking (and she always is), she’d see the way your thighs press together.

She tilts her head. “You’re actin’ different.”

You shrug, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Melissa scoffs, stepping into your space... close. Closer than she normally does. She plants a hand on the desk beside you, gaze dropping for just a fraction of a second.

You hold your breath.

She looks back up, and her smirk is dangerous.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs, her voice just low enough to send a shiver down your spine. “You think I don’t know when you’re playin’ a game with me?”

Your pulse kicks up. Does she know?

She watches you, waiting—like she’s daring you to admit it.

You swallow. Try to keep your voice steady. “And if I am?”

Her smirk deepens. And then, before you can process what’s happening, her hand brushes just against the hem of your dress - barely there, but enough to make your breath hitch.

Enough to tell you that she knows.

Melissa hums, like she’s enjoying your reaction. “Careful, sweetheart,” she murmurs, fingers ghosting over your knee, the barest tease of touch. “You keep this up, and you’re gonna get yourself in trouble.”

Your breath comes a little quicker now, anticipation thrumming through you. Maybe I want to.

You open your mouth - maybe to challenge her, maybe to see just how much further she’ll take this but then she pulls back.

Just like that.

She steps away, leaving you breathless, aching, and wanting.

“Lunch is almost over,” she says casually, like she didn’t just unravel you in the span of thirty seconds. “Better get back to work.”

And then she walks out.

Leaving you sitting there, heart racing, thighs pressed together, knowing damn well this game is nowhere near over.

The school day crawls by, every second stretching unbearably long. Your body is still humming from lunch, from the way Melissa had looked at you - like she knew exactly what you’d done, like she was daring you to see how far you’d take it.

And you? You’re desperate now.

The anticipation has simmered all day, winding tighter and tighter in your belly. Every time you caught her looking at you from across the teachers’ lounge, in the hallway, or - even during a staff meeting where she sat across from you, all calm and unaffected - you felt the heat lick higher, pooling low between your legs.

By the time the final bell rings and the last of the students trickle out, you’re aching.

You’re packing up, trying so hard to focus on something—anything—when you hear it.

“Let’s go.”

Melissa’s voice. Low, firm.

You turn, and there she is, standing in your doorway, looking dangerous. Arms crossed, smirk playing at her lips.

Your stomach flips.

You should ask where? You should play dumb, tease her, keep up this little game. But instead, you just swallow and follow.

Because you know where this is going.

And God, you want it to.

Her classroom is empty. The lights are dim, the last golden streaks of sunlight slipping through the blinds. The second the door clicks shut behind you, she moves.

You barely have time to react before she presses you back against the desk, her hands firm on your waist. You gasp, heart hammering, heat flooding you instantly at the closeness, at the sudden shift in her.

She’s not teasing anymore.

Melissa leans in, her breath warm against your ear. “Tell me somethin’,” she murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. “You really thought I wouldn’t notice?”

A shiver rolls down your spine.

“I—”

Her hands tighten, fingers digging into your hips. “All day,” she continues, dragging her mouth just barely over the shell of your ear, “walkin’ around like that. Like you wanted me to find out.”

You swallow hard, thighs pressing together. “Maybe I did.”

That does something to her.

She exhales, sharp and controlled, and then she’s pulling you closer, slotting one of her thighs between your legs. The pressure is sudden, delicious, and you gasp, hands flying to her shoulders to steady yourself.

Melissa smirks. “Uh-huh. That what you wanted, sweetheart?”

You nod, dizzy with need, fingers tightening against the fabric of her blouse.

She hums, hands sliding to your waist. “Then go on.”

You barely process the command before she guides you forward, pressing you down against the solid muscle of her thigh. The friction is instant, perfect - the heat of her, the strength beneath you and your breath catches, hips rocking before you can stop yourself.

Melissa watches you, eyes dark, smirk lazy. “That’s it,” she murmurs, voice rougher now. “Take what you need.”

You whimper, grip tightening as you move. Slow at first, testing, feeling her beneath you. She lets you set the pace, lets you grind down against her, the pressure hitting just right.

And God, it’s so good.

The tension that’s been coiling inside you all day snaps tighter, heat building low in your belly with every slow, aching drag of your body against hers. Melissa’s hands stay firm on your waist, guiding, steadying.

Her voice is low, wrecked. “You’re soaked, aren’t you?”

You nod frantically, barely able to breathe, pleasure winding so tight now.

She chuckles, breath hot against your jaw. “Of course you are. You’ve been needy all damn day.”

Her words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, your movements becoming faster, more desperate. The fabric of her slacks is damp beneath you, slick with how wrecked you are for her.

“Melissa—” you gasp, hands fisting against her shoulders. You’re close, so close it’s unbearable.

She tightens her grip, pulling you down harder, pressing her thigh up into you just right. “C’mon, sweetheart,” she rasps. “Cum for me.”

That’s all it takes.

The tension snaps, pleasure slamming through you as you break, thighs shaking, head tipping back. Your body trembles against hers, grinding down through the aftershocks as heat floods through every inch of you.

Melissa watches, completely enraptured. She doesn’t move, just lets you fall apart against her, her grip steady and sure.

When you finally still, boneless and panting, she smirks.

“Told you you’d get yourself in trouble.”

You let out a breathless laugh, forehead dropping to her shoulder.

Your body still trembles from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your thighs sticky and aching from where you rode her, your dress still bunched up around your waist, Melissa’s strong hands gripping your hips like she’s not quite ready to let you go. You should be satisfied, should be sated from the way she unraveled you so easily, but you’re not. You can still feel the heat pooling between your legs, the need pulsing low in your belly, the craving to push her past that same edge; to watch her come apart beneath you.

And you’re not about to waste this opportunity.

Before she can smirk and pull away, before she can regain that careful, controlled composure, you crash your lips against hers, pouring every ounce of hunger into the kiss. She lets out a muffled sound of surprise against your mouth, but it melts into a groan when you slide your fingers into her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back, deepening the kiss. She tastes like coffee and something darker, richer, something entirely her, and it only fuels the fire burning in your veins.

You don’t let her take control.

Not this time.

Your hands move with purpose, gripping her waist as you press forward, pushing her back step by step until her spine collides with the nearest wall. A sharp breath escapes her, her fingers twitching against your hips, but she doesn’t fight it. If anything, you can feel the tension rolling off her, coiling like a spring beneath her skin, as if she’s waiting - daring - to see just how far you’ll take this.

You intend to take it all the way.

Your lips leave hers only to trail down the column of her throat, slow and deliberate, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the freckled skin, savoring the way she exhales sharply when you nip just below her jaw. Her pulse thrums beneath your tongue, quick and unsteady, betraying just how much she’s feeling this, no matter how composed she tries to seem.

Sliding your hands down, you make quick work of the buttons of her blouse, shoving it open with a flick of your wrists, exposing smooth skin and the curve of lace beneath. You don’t stop to admire - not yet. Instead, you drop to your knees, your mouth never leaving her body as you kiss lower, dragging your lips over her stomach, inhaling the lingering traces of her perfume, something musky and warm that only adds to the heat already simmering between you.

Melissa watches you, her breathing uneven now, her hands twitching like she wants to touch you, to thread her fingers through your hair and guide you where she needs you, but she doesn’t. Maybe it’s pride. Maybe it’s restraint. Either way, you’re determined to break it.

Your hands find the waistband of her slacks, and with a wicked grin, you hook your fingers into both her pants and panties in one swift motion, yanking them down with no hesitation, letting them pool around her ankles. The sound she makes is quiet but sharp, a tiny hitch in her breath that sends a jolt of satisfaction through you.

And then you see just how wet she is.

Your mouth goes dry, heat coiling in your stomach at the sight of slick glistening between her thighs, proof of just how much she’s been affected by your teasing all day. You glance up, meeting her gaze, and you swear her pupils are blown wide, dark with arousal, her breath coming a little quicker now.

For once, she doesn’t have some cocky remark, doesn’t have some teasing quip. She just watches, waiting, anticipation rolling off her in waves.

You take your time, dragging your fingers along the inside of her thigh, tracing slow, lazy circles that get closer and closer but never quite touching where she needs it. Her muscles tense beneath your fingertips, her thighs twitching ever so slightly.

She exhales sharply, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk behind her. “You keep teasing like that, sweetheart,” she mutters, voice rougher now, “and you’re gonna regret it.”

You smirk against her skin, pressing a lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh before finally, finally running your tongue through her folds, slow and deliberate, collecting every bit of wetness before swirling the tip around her clit.

Melissa gasps, sharp and sudden, her whole body tensing as her fingers snap up to grip your hair, holding you in place, like she needs you there, like she can’t even pretend to be unaffected anymore.

That sound alone sends a rush of arousal through you, a deep, aching need to see her fall apart completely. You repeat the motion, dragging your tongue over her again, this time flicking against her clit just a little faster, a little harder, watching the way her stomach tenses at the sensation.

“Fuck,” she hisses, her grip in your hair tightening, her hips shifting forward almost involuntarily, chasing more friction.

You hum against her, the vibration making her shudder, and then you do it again, circling her clit with the flat of your tongue before dipping lower, teasing her entrance with slow, shallow strokes.

Her breath catches.

She’s struggling—you can feel it. The way she wants to stay in control, to act unaffected, but her body betrays her with every quiet moan, every twitch of her hips, every time she curses under her breath like she’s mad at herself for giving in.

Good.

You grip her thighs, holding her steady as you press your tongue inside her, slow at first, savoring the way she clenches around you, then deeper, faster.

“Jesus --” she chokes out, her fingers tightening, tugging at your hair, her body pressing closer, needing more. “Fuck --”

Her thighs tremble around your head, her breaths coming faster now, sharper, like she’s trying to hold herself together but knows she won’t last much longer. Her control is slipping. You can feel it.

“God, don’t stop,” she groans, her voice strained, desperate, and that’s all you need.

You press deeper, tongue fucking her in perfect rhythm, drinking down every moan, every shaky breath, until

“Oh, fuck—”

Melissa shatters against your mouth.

Her body jerks, her breath catching in a strangled moan, fingers tightening almost painfully in your hair as her orgasm rips through her. You feel every tremor, every pulse of pleasure that rolls through her, her slick coating your tongue as she rides out the high.

You don’t pull away - not yet.

Instead, you keep your tongue moving in slow, lazy strokes, savoring the way she twitches, the way her thighs shake around your head, the way her hips give one last desperate roll before her body finally sags against the wall.

Only then do you ease back, letting your lips drag along her inner thigh, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses against her skin as she trembles, her breath still ragged, uneven.

When you finally lift your gaze, Melissa is wrecked.

Her head is tipped back against the wall, eyes heavy-lidded, lips slightly parted as she struggles to catch her breath. Her freckles stand out stark against the deep flush staining her cheeks, and her blouse hangs loose around her shoulders, collar askew, one strap of her bra slipping down her arm. She looks completely undone, like she’s barely holding herself together, and God, if that isn’t the most satisfying sight you’ve ever seen.

You smirk, licking your lips, the taste of her still thick on your tongue. “Cat got your tongue, Schemmenti?”

Her eyes snap open, hazy but sharp, and suddenly, her fingers are tugging at your hair, pulling you up, her grip just firm enough to make your scalp sting in the best way.

You barely have time to register it before her lips crash against yours, hungry, desperate, her tongue sweeping into your mouth like she wants to claim back every single ounce of control you just stripped from her. She groans softly when she tastes herself on your lips, her grip shifting from your hair to your jaw, thumb pressing against your chin, tilting your head just enough to let her deepen the kiss.

It’s dizzying, the way she kisses you now, like she’s making up for the fact that you had the upper hand for once, like she needs to remind you exactly who you’re dealing with.

When she finally pulls back, she exhales a rough, breathless chuckle, her forehead pressing lightly against yours. “You think you’re real cute, don’t you?”

You grin, your hands smoothing over her waist, feeling the slight tremor still running through her. “I know I am.”

Melissa huffs, but there’s no real bite behind it. If anything, there’s something softer in her gaze now, something warm flickering beneath all the post-orgasm haze and lingering cockiness.

For a moment, neither of you move. The only sounds in the room are your uneven breaths, the distant hum of the school’s ventilation, the occasional creak of the building settling. The sun has dipped lower now, casting a deep orange glow through the blinds, painting the room in long, slanted shadows.

It’s quiet. Intimate.

And then...

“You’re gonna regret that,” Melissa murmurs, her voice lower now, rough with the promise of something dark and dangerous lurking just beneath the surface.

A shiver rolls down your spine, anticipation sparking like electricity beneath your skin.

You grin.

“Oh, I hope so.”

[rhfffas]

If I had a nickel for every time hailee steinfeld playing a sad puppy girl kisser on my screen, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

(if kate bishop kisses girls in mcu then i will have three nikels marvel do smth i dare you!)