#melissa schemmenti drabble

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back of the fire truck - melissa schemmenti - 18+

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you’d only meant to drop off the kids at melissa’s school, a quick stop, a favour for your captain. but the second her hand slides down your turnout pants and finds just how hard you are for her, you’re being dragged behind the fire truck, shielded only by the open doors. “just a quick taste,” she murmurs, sinking to her knees as students laugh and scream not ten feet away. you know damn well this won’t be quick.

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melissa schemmenti x g!p! firefighter fem!reader

You pull the fire truck up in front of the school like it’s just another community visit, but the second you see her waiting out front, arms crossed and eyes glinting beneath those tinted sunglasses, you know this day is about to take a turn.

Melissa Schemmenti is trouble in the sexiest goddamn package you've ever seen. Today, she's got her hair pinned up in that intentionally messy way that makes your fingers itch to pull it down, and she’s dressed like she’s daring every teacher in that building to break the dress code. A low-cut black top that dips just enough to show the swell of her tits — not enough to be scandalous, but enough to make your mouth dry. A fitted blazer hugs her waist, but it's the leather pants that do you in — hugging every inch of her hips and ass like they were poured on.

You’re half-hard the second you step out of the truck.

You try to focus on the task at hand. Kids are filing out, teachers chattering, and you’re supposed to be the professional, the firefighter giving a quick tour and safety demo. But when Melissa walks past you to gather the students, she brushes her fingers along the curve of your arm, subtle as hell, and gives you a look over her shoulder. You know that look. It says follow me, even if her lips don’t.

So, you do. You circle around to the back of the truck, supposedly to grab some handouts, but your pulse is already kicking up. The heavy turnout pants do nothing to hide the way your cock is pressing against the inside of them, already thickening at the thought of what she’s about to do.

You’ve got a nice cock — thick, veined, with a slight upward curve you’ve learned how to use to your advantage. The kind that drags along all the right places when you're buried inside her, the kind that makes her moan your name in that low, rough voice like she’s coming undone. Right now, it’s rock hard and twitching just from the sound of her heels clicking around the side of the truck.

“Couldn’t wait to see me in uniform, huh?” you murmur, the second she appears behind you. She doesn’t say anything at first — just gives you that smirk that says you have no idea and closes the distance between you.

Before you can blink, her fingers are at your belt, already working it open with practiced ease.

“I told myself I’d behave today,” she whispers, lips brushing your jaw, “but then you showed up lookin’ like a goddamn wet dream.”

You grunt, trying to keep your voice low, but the second she gets your cock out, it’s over. Her hand wraps around it, slow and greedy, and you swear your knees damn near buckle. She drags her palm up from the base to the head, her thumb smearing precum over the tip as she stares down at it.

“Still curved just right,” she murmurs, almost to herself, licking her lips. “Bet you’re aching to be inside something, huh, hero?”

You can barely breathe, nodding like an idiot as she sinks to her knees between the open back doors of the truck. You’re hidden just enough to be safe — maybe — but you can still hear the kids laughing at the front, a teacher asking someone to line up. They could come around any second.

Then Melissa’s lips wrap around your cock, and none of that matters.

She takes the head slow, tongue swirling over it before she sinks down further, stretching her mouth wide around you. Her lips glide over every ridge, every vein, and when she hits that slight upward curve, she moans. Moans. Like the shape of your cock alone is turning her on, and you feel it — the vibration of her voice shooting right through you.

“Jesus, Mel—fuck—” you breathe, gripping the edge of the truck as your hips twitch forward, just a little.

She doesn’t gag. She takes it like she’s done it a hundred times before — which she has — and her hands come up to hold your thighs as she works you deeper. Her mouth is hot, wet, sinful, and every time she pulls back, her tongue drags under the head just right, making you see stars. Then she’s sinking down again, eyes locked on yours like a challenge. Don’t you dare look away.

The kids are still there. The staff is still there. Any one of them could step out, take a peek behind the truck, and find the school’s most feared teacher on her knees with your cock stuffed down her throat. And somehow, that only makes you harder.

Your fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her rhythm now — short, sloppy strokes that pick up speed. You feel your balls tightening, that electric tension curling low in your gut, and you whisper her name like a warning.

She doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t flinch.

She just looks up at you, mouth full, and nods — like she wants it. Wants you to cum in her mouth, down her throat, right here, out in the open.

That’s all it takes.

You explode with a sharp gasp, your hips stuttering as hot ropes of cum spill onto her tongue. She swallows all of it — doesn’t even blink — just keeps sucking you through it, drawing every last drop until you’re trembling from head to toe.

When she finally pulls off, your cock slips from her lips with a wet pop, and she licks them like you’re her favorite goddamn dessert.

“You always taste like sin,” she murmurs, standing up like she didn’t just drain you behind a public service vehicle in the middle of a school field trip. She smooths her blazer, checks her lipstick in the reflection of the truck, then pats your cheek gently.

“Fix your pants, hero. You’ve got kids to impress.”

And just like that, she walks away, hips swaying, heels tapping, leaving you wrecked and still trying to remember how to breathe.

It’s been hours, but you’ve been hard since the moment her lips wrapped around your cock. And Melissa? She’s been fucking relentless.

You’d thought, maybe, you could hold it together for a school field trip. Be a professional. But the way she’s been working you all afternoon? She knew exactly what she was doing — brushing past you every time you turned around, flashing you those tits beneath that low-cut top, leaning in just close enough for her perfume to melt your brain.

She didn’t just want you distracted — she wanted you wrecked. And by the time the kids are back inside and you finally step behind the firetruck to breathe, you’re barely keeping it together.

But you don’t get a chance to cool off.

She’s already behind you.

You feel her before she speaks — her body presses up against yours from behind, and her hands? They’re already at your belt, fingers fast, impatient. She doesn’t even give you a warning this time. Just starts unbuckling you like she owns your cock.

“I’ve been dripping all fucking day,” she murmurs, mouth hot against your ear. “Thinking about how you filled my throat. I can still taste you.”

Your heart punches your chest, blood rushing south so fast it makes you dizzy. You spin around, grab her by the waist, and lift her like she weighs nothing. She lets out a startled gasp, then wraps her legs around you, grinning like she won. You don’t even care if someone’s watching — you’re too far gone.

You carry her straight into the back of the firetruck and slam the doors behind you, cutting off the outside world like it never existed.

Inside, it’s quiet. Dim. The faint smell of smoke and rubber hangs in the air, but all you can smell is her. That mix of perfume and sweat and raw, needy sex.

You press her against the inner wall, kissing her hard, teeth dragging over her lower lip as your hands fumble with her blazer. You rip it open, the buttons popping, and shove it off her shoulders like it offended you. Then that low-cut top is next, pushed up and over her tits until they bounce free — and fuck, your cock jumps at the sight of them.

Full, heavy, perfect. Her nipples already hard, begging to be sucked. You groan, honestly, helplessly — you’ve seen them a hundred times, but you swear they hit harder every time. You palm them both, squeezing greedily, brushing your thumbs over her nipples until she arches into you with a gasp.

“God, I’ll never get enough of these,” you mutter, dragging your mouth down her neck, licking and biting your way to one perfect breast. “You’ve got the best fucking tits I’ve ever seen.”

Melissa moans as you take a nipple into your mouth, sucking slow and deep, your tongue flicking over it while your other hand works down to her pants — those tight leather ones you’ve been eye-fucking all damn day. You fumble with the zipper, impatient as hell, until she reaches down to help, shimmying them over her hips.

That’s when you realize — no panties. Just bare, wet skin and the musky, addictive scent of her arousal hitting you like a fucking drug.

“Jesus, Mel,” you breathe, hand sliding between her thighs. “You’re soaked.”

She’s dripping — her pussy slick and hot, lips swollen and glistening. Your fingers slide through it easy, parting her folds until you find her clit and draw a slow, dirty circle around it.

“All for you,” she pants, grinding down against your hand. “You gonna stop teasing me now? Or do I need to ride your cock myself?”

That’s it.

You yank your pants down just enough to free your cock — thick, veiny, already leaking. The head is flushed deep red, and that slight upward curve is damn near twitching at the sight of her. You run the tip through her wetness, letting her juices slick your shaft, and she whines, trying to push her hips forward to take you.

You grab her ass with both hands and lift her again, lining up that cock, and the second the head presses against her entrance — tight and needy — she digs her nails into your shoulders.

“Don’t you fucking tease,” she growls.

You don’t.

You thrust into her in one slow, brutal stroke — and fuck, the way she takes you. Her pussy clamps around you like she’s starving for it, every inch of her heat wrapping tight around your curve. You groan into her mouth, forehead pressed to hers, fighting to keep it together.

She’s soaked. Slick as hell. You’re sliding in and out of her with wet, obscene sounds, your cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust thanks to that curve. And she feels so good around you — snug and warm and pulsing, like her body was made to take your dick.

“Harder,” she gasps. “Come on, baby. You’ve been aching for this all day. Fuck me.”

You slam into her harder, faster, the whole firetruck shaking with every thrust. Her tits bounce with each movement, and you can’t help but suck one into your mouth again, moaning against her skin as she cries out, head falling back.

It’s hot. Messy. Desperate. You’re both sweating, grunting, clawing at each other like animals. Her pussy’s squeezing you tighter with every stroke, and you can feel her getting close — the way her moans get higher, how her hips start to jerk in time with your thrusts.

“Gonna cum on this cock,” she pants, fingers clutching your ass to pull you in deeper. “Gonna fucking soak you, baby—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”

You feel it the second she breaks.

Her whole body locks up, and she screams your name as she cums, soaking your cock, her pussy fluttering around you like it’s trying to milk every drop.

And fuck — you can’t hold it anymore.

You slam into her once, twice more, then bury yourself deep, cock throbbing, and unload inside her with a ragged moan. Hot ropes of cum flood her pussy as you grind in, her legs locked tight around you, her teeth on your neck, your name a broken sigh in your ear.

You stay like that for a moment — shaking, panting, her slick dripping down your shaft, your cum still leaking into her — before she lets out a breathless laugh.

“We should really do more school visits.”

You groan — partly because she’s fucking impossible, and partly because… goddamn it, she’s right. You don’t even answer. You just shift your hips back and your still-hard cock slips out of her, slick and shining with your cum and hers.

And fuck, you’re already hard again.

It’s that risk, that rush — the fact that someone could knock on that door any second, or open it and find you both naked, sweating, soaked in cum. That dangerous edge has your cock twitching, already aching for more.

Melissa notices, of course.

Her eyes drop down and she bites her lip, then slides down to her knees again, like she already knows what you need.

“I knew you weren’t done,” she purrs, hands on your thighs. “That cock’s too greedy.”

You chuckle, breathless, as she leans in to kiss the head of your cock — just once, a soft little tease — before pulling back and sitting on her heels.

“Fuck my tits,” she says.

Your brain short-circuits for a second.

She peels the rest of her top off, tossing it aside, then reaches up and grabs those perfect tits — full, heavy, flushed pink — and pushes them together around your cock like she was made for this. You groan as the head pops out between them, already smeared in slick, precum pooling on her skin.

“C’mon, baby,” she breathes, looking up at you through her lashes. “You love these tits so much, put that cock to work.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You grab the base of your shaft and line it up between them, then thrust forward, watching your cock disappear into that soft, warm heaven. It’s tight between her breasts, her skin slick from sweat and your cum, and the friction is unreal. You rock your hips, fucking your cock between her tits, groaning low and filthy as you watch your length glide in and out of her perfect cleavage.

She presses them tighter, spitting on the tip to make it even slicker, then sticks her tongue out and licks the head every time it slides forward. That little flick of wet heat sends a jolt through you, and you moan, hips snapping harder now, chasing that high all over again.

“Fuck, Mel—look at you,” you grunt. “Your tits feel so fucking good… you’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Do it,” she pants, licking the tip every time it peeks out. “Wanna see you cover me. Wanna feel it all over my face.”

That’s all it takes.

You feel your balls tighten again, the tension coiling low and hot as you fuck faster, rougher, the head of your cock now pulsing against her tongue. You grip the back of her neck with one hand, steadying yourself, and slam into that soft valley one last time—

Then you’re cumming.

Hard.

With a broken groan, your cock throbs between her tits and you explode — thick ropes of cum shooting up her chest, splattering across her collarbones, her chin, and then right across her cheek and tongue. She moans like it’s her reward, licking the mess off her lips, keeping her tits pressed together to catch every drop.

Your cum drips down the slope of her breasts, painting her skin in white streaks. She looks wrecked — and god, she’s never looked hotter.

She leans back on her heels again, grinning up at you, cum glistening on her chest, her cheeks flushed.

“Think you’ve got it out of your system now?” she asks, teasing, as she scoops some of your mess off her tits and sucks it off her finger.

You just stare at her, cock twitching again.

“…You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Your legs are still trembling when you pull back, still dazed from the way you just emptied every drop of cum between her tits and all over her face. Melissa’s still kneeling, her chest glistening, licking one last streak of white from the corner of her mouth like she enjoys being coated in you.

And fuck, maybe she does — maybe that’s what’s got her smirking like she just won a game you didn’t even realize you were playing. You’re standing there, tits rising and falling beneath your half-unzipped uniform, heart pounding, skin flushed, and your still-sensitive cock twitching in the air between you — and all you can do is stare at her. At the way she scoops another little smear of cum off her breast and pops her finger into her mouth like it’s candy.

You groan softly, then reach for a towel from the little first-aid bin at the side of the truck, swiping it across her chest, still warm from where your cock had been pressed between her tits. She shivers at your touch but doesn’t stop you, letting you clean her like you own her, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to be kneeling on the floor of a firetruck after getting wrecked in every way possible.

You help her back up to her feet and the two of you start scrambling — laughing under your breath, still tipsy on lust and adrenaline. You try to wipe each other down, pulling your shirt back into place, tucking your cock away as gently as possible because fuck, she’s still that kind of sore.

Melissa’s shimmying her bare, sticky thighs back into those leather pants, sucking in her breath as the fabric presses against the mess you left behind. She doesn’t say anything, but the way her eyes flick to you while she buttons them up — slow, smug, still wrecked — says enough. You know damn well she’s going to be carrying the feel of you between her legs for the rest of the day.

You’re just pulling your jacket over your still-throbbing chest when it happens.

A knock on the door.

Three short, sharp taps — too casual to be official, too perfectly timed to not send a bolt of panic right through your spine.

You both freeze.

You choke back a laugh and slap your palm over your mouth, your other hand flying out to press your finger to Melissa’s lips before she even opens them. She’s wide-eyed, lips parted, her chest still rising and falling fast, and that look in her eyes? That’s giddy. She’s turned the hell on.

You lean in, whispering so low it’s barely sound, “Shh—don’t even breathe.”

She nods, biting down on her lip hard, holding back a laugh of her own as she tugs the zipper on her pants the rest of the way up, her hips shifting slightly like she’s still trying to tuck your cum deeper inside her.

Another knock. This one a little slower.

You shoot her a look that says, be cool, then suck in a deep breath and straighten your back, stepping over to the door and praying you don’t look as freshly-fucked as you feel. You can still taste her, still smell her all over your skin, and the heat of her mouth on your cock is imprinted on you like a damn brand. Your fingers are still shaking. Your thighs are wet. You’re 100% not okay, but you force a smile anyway and reach for the handle.

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CROSSING THE LINE ➵ melissa schemmenti

pairing: melissa schemmenti x bimbo!teaching assistant!fem!reader

synopsis: after a day of teasing and tension, you and melissa finally give in to the undeniable pull between you. what starts as a heated, impulsive kiss quickly turns desperate, neither of you able to stop once you've started

warnings: teasing, flirting, they share a kiss

word count: 2.4k

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Later that day, the halls of Abbott hummed with the usual end-of-day chaos; kids dragging their feet as they packed up, teachers corralling stragglers, the occasional sound of a locker slamming shut with unnecessary force. It was routine. Predictable.

Except nothing felt routine to Melissa right now.

Her mind was still caught up in the fire drill, in the way your body had molded against hers like you belonged there. In the way your voice had dripped with sugar and mischief, testing her resolve with every breathy whisper. In the way your fingers had brushed against her skin like a tease, a promise, a challenge.

And the worst part?

You knew exactly what you were doing.

Melissa prided herself on keeping things professional. On being the adult in the room. She wasn’t some starry-eyed idiot who got distracted by a pretty face—she was a grown-ass woman with years of experience dealing with people who thought they could get under her skin.

But you?

You were different.

Which is why, when the final bell rang and the last of the students filtered out, she was already on edge. And when she heard the click of your heels echoing down the hall, getting closer, she didn’t have to turn around to know it was you.

Of course, that didn’t stop you from making an entrance.

“Ms Schemmenti,” you purred, your voice just this side of playful as you leaned against her desk, tilting your head with an almost innocent expression. Almost.

Melissa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before finally looking at you. Big mistake.

Your mini skirt had ridden up just enough to show off the curve of your thighs, your tank top clinging to every inch of soft skin beneath it, and that glossy smile of yours? Yeah, that was nothing short of lethal.

“Sweetheart, I swear to God…” Melissa muttered, shaking her head.

But you just giggled, nudging one of her pens with your fingertip like you had all the time in the world. “Swearing in front of the kids now?” you teased. “Tsk tsk, Ms Schemmenti. What would Barbara say?”

Melissa rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t ignore the way her pulse quickened when you said her name like that—low, teasing, like a secret you were sharing just between the two of you.

“The kids are gone,” she said, crossing her arms. “And so are you. It’s quittin’ time, sweetheart. Shouldn’t you be heading home?”

You pouted. “Aww, what, you tryna get rid of me already?”

Yes.

No.

Hell.

Melissa exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through her hair before leveling you with a look. “Listen, I don’t know what kinda game you think you’re playin’, but—”

“Oh, I think you do,” you interrupted, smiling sweetly as you leaned in just enough that she could smell that damn perfume of yours again.

Melissa clenched her jaw. You were relentless.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice gruff.

You tilted your head, considering. “Hmm. I dunno. Maybe just… a little of your time?”

Melissa arched an eyebrow. “And what, exactly, do you need my time for?”

Your smile widened.

“Oh, I think we both know the answer to that.”

Jesus Christ.

Melissa swallowed hard, trying—failing—to keep her cool as you reached out, your fingers grazing the sleeve of her blouse, just barely there, like you were testing how much she’d let you get away with.

Spoiler alert: Too damn much.

“Y’know,” you murmured, your voice all honey and heat, “you never answered my question from earlier.”

Melissa blinked. “What question?”

Your lips curled into a smirk. “Is it working?”

Oh, you little—

Melissa exhaled sharply, stepping back, putting space between you before she did something she’d regret.

“I think you should go home,” she said, her voice rougher than she meant it to be.

Your smirk didn’t falter. In fact, if anything, you looked more amused. “Aww, did I fluster you, Ms Schemmenti?”

Melissa’s eye twitched. “I’m about five seconds away from sendin’ you home with a damn referral, sweetheart.”

You giggled, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. “Mmm. Kinda hot when you get all authoritative, y’know that?”

Melissa turned, gripping the edge of her desk so hard her knuckles went white.

Lord give me strength.

The silence stretched, heavy and charged, until finally, finally, Melissa heard you sigh dramatically behind her.

“Fine, fine,” you relented, pushing off the desk. “I’ll stop messing with you. For now.”

Melissa didn’t turn around, but she could hear the grin in your voice. Could feel the heat of your presence as you moved closer, just for a second, just long enough for your fingers to graze the small of her back.

“But I meant what I said,” you murmured, voice softer this time, almost sweet. “I like being close to you.”

And then, just like that, you were gone.

Melissa waited until the sound of your heels had completely faded before she let out a breath, her grip on the desk finally loosening.

She was so, so fucked.

Melissa sat at her desk long after you left, fingers still gripping the edge like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. The room was quiet now, just the soft hum of the overhead lights and the distant sound of a few lingering teachers finishing up their work for the day. But in her head? It was chaos.

Because she could still feel you.

Still feel the ghost of your fingertips brushing against her sleeve, still feel the warmth of your body from earlier when you had pressed up against her like you belonged there, still feel the breathy lilt of your voice curling around her name like a slow drag of whiskey—hot, smooth, and a little bit dangerous. And the worst part? She wanted more.

Melissa was used to keeping a tight grip on her self-control. She had to—she was a professional, for Christ’s sake. She had been teaching for years, had dealt with her fair share of flirty coworkers, pushy parents, and God knows how many situations that could’ve ended badly if she didn’t know how to shut things down.

But you?

You weren’t like the others.

It wasn’t just the way you looked—though, Jesus, that didn’t help. That damn mini skirt hugging every curve, the way your tank top dipped low enough to make her swallow hard, the way your lips always seemed to be glossy and parted like you were just waiting for her to do something about it. No, it wasn’t just that. It was the way you moved. The way you spoke to her, always toeing the line between playful and something else. Something that made her pulse spike and her mouth go dry.

She wasn’t an idiot. She knew flirting when she saw it. And she sure as hell knew when someone was doing it on purpose.

And you? You were laying it on thick.

Melissa ran a hand down her face, exhaling slowly through her nose, trying to shake the heat that had been simmering low in her belly since this morning. But it was impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw you—wide-eyed and teasing, pressing just close enough to make her wonder if you were going to push further.

And God help her, she wanted you to.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut, sharp and undeniable.

She wanted you.

Not just in passing, not just in the way someone might admire a pretty thing and move on. No, it was worse than that. She wanted to know what you’d do if she stopped holding back, if she gave in, if she let that tension between you snap like a live wire.

Would you giggle, all breathy and mischievous, just to make her crazy? Would you play innocent, bat those big eyes up at her and act like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing? Or would you push her even further, press yourself against her like you had during the fire drill and murmur something soft and devastating against her ear, just to see her break?

Fuck.

Melissa squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to breathe, forcing herself to think rationally. Because this? This was a problem.

A big fucking problem.

And she had no clue what to do about it.

The sun had dipped lower by the time she finally left her classroom, the hallways mostly empty now except for a few teachers lingering by their doors. She nodded at Barbara, who gave her one of those knowing looks that made her stomach twist. Melissa didn’t need to ask—she knew damn well that Barbara had caught onto something. The woman had a sixth sense for drama, and Melissa was not in the mood to be dissected right now.

“Long day?” Barbara asked, voice laced with something that was too close to amusement for Melissa’s comfort.

Melissa just grunted, shouldering her bag as she made her way toward the exit. “Somethin’ like that.”

Barbara hummed, but thankfully, she didn’t push. She just gave Melissa one last look before turning back to her own classroom, leaving Melissa to make her escape.

The air outside was crisp, a welcome contrast to the heat still simmering under her skin. She needed to cool off. She needed a drink. She needed a distraction—

And then she saw you.

Leaning against your car like you had all the time in the world, phone in hand, one leg crossed over the other, looking so goddamn effortless it was infuriating. The last of the day’s sunlight caught on the shine of your lip gloss, highlighting the curve of your mouth as you scrolled lazily through whatever was on your screen.

Melissa should’ve kept walking. She should’ve gotten in her car, gone home, poured herself a drink, and convinced herself that this was nothing.

But then, like you had some kind of radar for her, you glanced up—and the second your eyes met hers, that slow, lazy smile spread across your lips, and Melissa’s feet stopped moving.

“Fancy seein’ you here, Ms. Schemmenti,” you teased, slipping your phone into your bag as you pushed off your car.

Melissa’s pulse jumped.

She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stay level. “You waitin’ for someone?”

You shrugged, all casual and innocent, even though she could see the mischief dancing in your eyes. “Not really. Just… takin’ my time.”

Melissa exhaled slowly, tilting her head. “And why’s that?”

You took a step closer, heels clicking softly against the pavement, your smile turning just a little smug—like you knew exactly why she was still standing there. Like you knew exactly how much of a mess she was trying to hide.

“I dunno,” you murmured, reaching up to toy with the strap of your bag, your nails lightly skimming over the fabric of your top. “Maybe I was hoping you’d come out here… and we could finish that conversation from earlier.”

Melissa swallowed.

It would’ve been so easy to walk away. To shut this down like she knew she should.

But when you took another step closer, looking up at her with those wide, knowing eyes, voice soft and full of something that made her stomach flip?

She wasn’t sure she could.

Melissa didn’t know who moved first. Maybe it was you, stepping into her space like you belonged there. Maybe it was her, finally giving in to that pull that had been tugging at her all damn day. But suddenly, you were close.

So close that she could feel the heat radiating off you, could smell that sweet perfume that had been driving her crazy, could see the way your pupils had blown wide with something that made her head spin.

Her breath caught in her throat as your fingers brushed against the sleeve of her blouse, slow and deliberate. Just like earlier, just like before, like you were testing her, like you were waiting for her to break.

And fuck, she was so close to breaking.

“Melissa,” you murmured, her name soft and syrupy on your lips, like honey dripping slow from a spoon.

That was it. That was all it took.

A low curse tumbled from her lips as she grabbed your waist, fingers curling tight around the fabric of your tiny little skirt as she pulled you flush against her. Your breath hitched—just for a second, just enough for her to know that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as unaffected as you pretended to be.

And then her mouth was on yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was hungry, desperate, like something that had been caged for too long and was finally, finally set free.

Your lips parted beneath hers instantly, a little whimper slipping from your throat as you melted against her, your fingers sliding into her hair, nails scraping lightly against her scalp. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, had her grip tightening on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

You tasted like mint and something sugary, something that made her dizzy, something that made her want more.

Melissa kissed you like she was starving, like she had spent the whole day trying to deny this and now that she had you, she was going to take her time. Her hands roamed, fingertips pressing into the soft curve of your hips, thumbs brushing the bare skin just beneath the hem of your top.

And you?

You were just as desperate.

You kissed her back like you had been waiting for this, like teasing her had been fun, but this? this was what you had wanted all along. Your body molded against hers, hips pressing into hers just enough to make her head spin, just enough to make her groan against your lips.

Fuck.

This was bad.

This was so bad.

But God, it felt so good.

Melissa barely had the mind to remember where you were, barely had the restraint to slow down. Because the way you were kissing her, the way your fingers were tangled in her hair, the way your body was pressed so perfectly against hers—it was wrecking her.

She broke away just long enough to breathe, just long enough to rest her forehead against yours, her hands still gripping your waist like she was afraid you’d disappear if she let go.

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered, her voice rough, uneven.

You giggled, breathless, your fingers still toying with the short strands of hair at the nape of her neck. “Took you long enough.”

Melissa groaned, eyes fluttering shut as she exhaled sharply. “You’re trouble, y’know that?”

You smirked, leaning in, brushing your lips against hers—just barely, just enough to make her chase after you. “Mm. But you like it.”

Melissa let out a short, breathy laugh, shaking her head even as her grip on your hips tightened.

Yeah.

Yeah, she really fucking did.

tags:

@undercoverprentiss

@caseycabotsvu

@schemmentisimpasours

@colourfulbisexualities

@babyboyhotchner

@sapphicandgraphic

@divorcedcigarettes

@glorifiedagents

@bellatrixnnarcissa

[olderwomenenthusiast]

EMILY PRENTISS

UNCOVER AFTERMATH

DESCRIPTION: emily reminds you who you belong to after being undercover

GAME OF POWER

DESCRIPTION: emily finally as her way with you & vice versa

DRINKS, KISSES & THE MORNING AFTER

DESCRIPTION: the tension between emily and you finally snaps

PULLING RANK

DESCRIPTION: emily pulls rank on you during and arguement at home

SPENCER REID

SOUTHERN ACCENT

DESCRIPTION: spencer is fascinated, maybe more than by your southern accent

TELL ME IN THE MORNING

DESCRIPTION: you make sure spencer tells you his confession when he's sober

JEALOUSY & CONFESSION

DESCRIPTION: you speak to jj about your jealousy and in return, encourages you

ALEX CABOT

SHE'S IN CONTROL

DESCRIPTION: you were meant to be focusing on the team's meeting but alex made sure you were only focused on her

LESSON IN CONTROL

DESCRIPTION: alex is in complete control over your body

CALEX

THE CHOICES WE MAKE

DESCRIPTION: casey has to choose between her girlfriend, alex or her new job offer

TOO LATE

DESCRIPTION: casey wants alex but she's too late

MORNING BLISS

DESCRIPTION: casey has her way with alex in bed and in the shower

CASEY NOVAK

UNDER PRESSURE

DESCRIPTION: casey arrives at your house insistent on making you pay

MELISSA SCHEMMENTI

THE GAMES WE PLAY

DESCRIPTION: you and melissa play this game where you constantly mess with each until one day you take it too far

FINALLY GETTING HER ATTENTION

DESCRIPTION: you really want melissa to pay attention to you

[365emotionlessfaces]

Idek what this is. My first posted fic. I’m on a no-sleep, Melissa Schemmenti-fueled gay agenda. I didn’t edit this or anything. Just let the gay brain do what the gay brain gonna do 🤷‍♀️

Better Than Mine?

WC: ~1k

Two veteran teachers walked down the halls of Abbott Elementary, headed for their respective cars to take them to their respective homes. The redhead looks at her work wife incredulously.

“You do not know the owner of Caruso’s!” Barbara Howard only nodded in response. “I’ve been dying to get in there! Kristen Marie says their manicotti’s better ‘an mine! Ain’t no way!”

As they exited the building, they made official plans for lunch the next day. Barb would be taking Melissa to the restaurant that she enjoyed often with her husband, and Melissa would be on a rumor breaking mission.

The day started like any other day for you. Your alarm went off at 7 o’clock, and your cat was on your chest by 7:01. You took a moment to snuggle with him before you hoisted yourself out of bed and into the shower. Remembering that most of your to-do list was comprised of inventory and other various paperwork, you opted for a casual look with a pair of slightly tattered jeans, a red tank top covered by a black flannel, and a pair of sneakers. At 7:43, you were in your car headed to open your restaurant.

The day went by without any major issues. Paperwork was surprisingly easy, and inventory came back almost perfect. You were doing a walkthrough when you received a text from an old teacher asking if there would be a table around lunchtime and if she could bring a friend. You immediately responded in the positive. Ms. Howard had been one of those above and beyond teachers who had helped you realize your passion for cooking, and never let you forget it.

You would do anything for that woman.

When she arrived later that day, the two ladies were sat in a booth almost immediately, much to the surprise of the Italian woman. “You must be somethin’ special ‘round here.” You heard Ms. Howard’s friend say as you approached the table.

“She is,” you said, and the redhead turned to lock eyes with you. It was like staring into pools of emeralds. Her eyes shined back at you and you thought you were going to melt. Regaining your composure, you finished your sentence “-as is anyone who accompanies her.” You very obviously look the woman up and down, your eyes locking into hers once again. She smirked, but before she could say anything, Barbara Howard spoke up.

“Melissa, this is y/n. She was one from my first year teaching. Y/n, this is Miss Melissa Schemmenti. She teaches with me at Abbott.” You never took your eyes off of the enchanting woman in front of you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Schemmenti.”

“Call me Melissa. You’re not one of my students.” Melissa chuckled.

“No, ma’am. I wouldn’t make it five minutes in a class without having a big ol’ crush on ya!” You laughed when the woman blushed at your comment. You took the orders of Barbara’s usual, and Melissa’s manicotti, and headed back to the kitchen to prepare their food. When it came to Ms. Howard, you always took pride in being the one to make her food. She was a huge reason you were here, after all.

When you returned with the food, Barbara had a mischievous gleam in her eye that went unnoticed by you and her companion. As you set the food in front of the ladies, she pipes up.

“Melissa was just telling me that her sister comes here now and then, and that your manicotti outshines anything she’s ever tasted, including Melissa’s,” the smirk she wore told Melissa everything she needed to know.

You felt your neck grow warm, and you were sure your face was starting to flush. Flirting with a woman who looked like she could be a goddess hiding amongst us mere mortals? No biggie. Accepting compliments about your cooking? You literally malfunction.

“My sister wouldn’t know good manicotti if it hit ‘er in the face. Maybe I’ll just have to invite you over and teach you how to cook. You’ll have people making reservations for years in advance,” Melissa chuckles as she goes to try the pasta. Had you not been now caught up in your head at the thought of Melissa teaching you how to cook one of her own recipes, your mind imagining her intoxicatingly close, you would have heard the guttural moan escape the redhead’s lips, surprising both her and her coworker.

“Or maybe you can teach me how to cook! Jesus Christ-“ she took another bite, and you snapped back into the reality around you. You watched as the woman closed her eyes to really enjoy the food, and you thought about what you would have to do to see that face all the time. “-this is actually might be better than mine.” She suddenly looked at Ms. Howard with a hard stare. “You tell Kristen Marie, and you’re dead to me.” Barbara raised her hands in innocence, indicating silence on her part.

“Well, I’m glad you like it!” You say, feeling the heat rising up your neck once more. As to try and not say anything embarrassing in front of the most beautiful woman to probably ever exist, you excused yourself and allowed the ladies to finish their lunch together. You sat in your office wondering how this day started so normal, and now you’re imagining a practical stranger’s lips all over you.

A half hour later, when you see that the ladies were finishing up, you brought out their bills-on the house, of course- and invited the ladies back any time they wished. As Melissa was about to protest the free meal, you winked and cut her off by saying, “Guess you’ll have to pay me back somehow.”

Neither of the ladies noticed the note left at the bottom of Melissa’s receipt, and Melissa herself didn’t notice it until she had pulled back into the school parking lot. She smiled and sent out a text before walking back into the halls of Abbott.

You were back in your office, filing the paperwork from earlier when your phone buzzed on the desk. Picking it up, you grinned seeing an address followed by:

Friday. 7:30. I’ll have the stuff to make manicotti. -Melissa

[oneofthetorturedpoets]

One and Only

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Slight angst to fluff

based on the song One and Only by Adele

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You're laughing with Barbara, your head thrown back, your hand on her arm. Barbara has a smile on her face, proud of what she just said to make you laugh.

Melissa is staring at you from across the room, her eyes peering over her wine glass. She looks you up and down, observing your every move. You're amazing with her friends, you laugh with Barb, you debate with Jacob, you worry with Janine, you garden with Gregory, you party with Ava. You're perfect with Melissa, treating her like she carries the world on her back. You look at her like she just gave you air to breathe. You have never betrayed her, never done wrong by her. Melissa knows how you feel about her. She knows if she were to run up and kiss you in the way she dreams about, you would pull her closer. She knows you would treat her the way her Nonna wanted so bad for her. You would give her the security for her to completely open up and never make her feel judged. The stars have aligned and given Melissa her dream girl. The person she has been searching for, since she was a little girl. The one thing out of place is Melissa. Her mind holds her back from the one thing she craves. Every time she goes to lean in to finally capture your lips with hers, her mind races and her insecurities win. She can't do it. The what if's cloud her thinking and they terrify her. Why is something so promising, so simple, this hard?

"Melissa?" you tap her out of her thoughts, she looks up at you from her seat.

"Hey, how's it goin'?" you laugh.

"I was about to ask you that, you've been in the corner this whole night. Are you okay? Do you want to ditch? I'll distract Ava?" She shakes her head.

"No, just thinking too much." You grab her hand, pulling her up as she sets down her glass. She adjusts her red dress, shuffling it down slightly.

"Dance with me? We can clear your thoughts on the dance floor, mi amor." The pet name causing her cheeks to turn bright red, luckily her makeup covers most of her blush. You lead the way, as a slow song comes on. You set your hands on her waist as hers wrap loosely around your neck. "What on your mind, Mel?" She sighs deeply, laying her forehead on your collarbone.

"Complicated things, Hon."

"Maybe it's not as complicated as you're making it to be." you reply, making her feel as if you've read her mind.

"It's really not, I'm just having a mental battle with myself. Been havin' the same one for years now." you rock her slowly back and forth.

"I'm sure there's a solution to it."

"There is, I'm just not sure if I should solve this one."

"If it will add to your happiness, you should always take that chance."

She pulls away from your chest, looking up at you with unsureness and worry. "I just- I can't." Melissa runs out, her dress flowing behind her. You chase her outside, the wind blowing your hair in your face.

"Melissa!" You call out, only to fall on deaf ears. She bolts to her car, quickly opening the door. You gently grab her arm before she can get in her car. "Melissa if I upset you-"

She shakes her head "It's not you, Y/n... I just can't lose you"

Your brows tie together in confusion "You'll never lose me, Mel. I don't know why you would think that."

Tears form in her eyes "Y/n..." She whispers as you bring your thumb up to catch one of her tears, wiping her cheek. "Why does this have to be so hard?"

You keep your hand on her cheek "Why does what have to be so hard, my love?"

More tears fall from her eyes. "I'm in love with you. I always have been. God, please don't hate me, Y/n"

You smile softly at her, cupping her face. "Love doesn't always have to be hard, Melissa. You know I fell for you years ago." You lean in, brushing your lips against hers before she presses into you, passionately kissing you with everything she can. Trying to convey her feelings into one kiss. A tear rolls down your cheek as you shut your eyes, taking in the moment. The love you have for the woman, filling your heart, making your body warm.

"I'm sorry it's taken me so long to let my doubts go, you're the only one that I want" You shake your head.

"Don't be sorry, Mel." She pulls you in for another short-lived kiss.

She takes a deep breath of relief, letting the weight fall off her shoulders "I don't know why I was scared, I've been here before, I've imagined it all."

Finally, your souls unite, solidifying a love that not even the strongest of force could break, Melissa will make sure of that.

[panerasbox]

(04.09.25) A/N: This is not a drill, i’m meeting LAW in 30 days!! It still doesn’t even seem real to me.

To keep myself busy in my spare time until then, I thought it’d be fun to do a 30 day countdown/challenge, each day a new gxg Melissa Schemmenti oneshot or drabble!

📌 30 Days of Melissa Schemmenti

i absolutely do not mind if you spam like because you’re reading these all at once. i appreciate your support 🫶🏻

also, please note: all of these fics are melissa x fem!reader

🍎30 days to go: I can see you

🍎29 days to go: 10 Things I Hate About You

🍎28 days to go: More Than Friendship Goals

🍎27 days to go: Hurting Each Other

🍎26 days to go: Those Damn Glitter Pens

🍎25 days to go: Lady in Red

🍎24 days to go: Haunted

🍎23 days to go: What We Don’t Say Out Loud

🍎22 days to go: The Bell Rings Anyway

🍎21 days to go: What We Meant

🍎20 days to go: Life’s Not a Goddamn Romcom

🍎19 days to go: Go blue team?

🍎18 days to go: I Got The Recipe

🍎17 days to go: Third Times the Charm

🍎16 days to go: Could Be Worse

🍎15 days to go: Plaid Shirt Days

🍎14 days to go: My Angel

🍎13 days to go: Get Used to It

🍎12 days to go: Just Tonight

🍎11 days to go: Wrong Way, Right Girl

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✨Meeting Lisa Ann Walter!! (05.09.25)

[esposadejoyhuerta]

@esposadejoyhuerta navigation

basically just a list of all the fics I've read and loved. as an avid angst consumer, you'll find themes below/can indulge in my favs if you'd like! mainly making this bc i'm losing track of all the stuff I reblog but I also hope this gives ppl some fun new things to read! 

last updated: 1/17/25, 5:09pm PST

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Wanda: navigation page pt 1 , navigation page pt 2

Nat: navigation page

Wandanat:

Wanda to Nat: never mine always yours , this yr to save me from tears series , bent right to your wind , don't say you love me , dirty little secret , traitor/good for you series , dangerous love , undeserving of a love like yours , enough , good luck babe

Nat to Wanda: i'm losing you , believer , torn , interactive fic (choices)

Same time: fevered confusion , drabble , the end of the night , pain is temp period sex hehe

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Mera (lol): dirty little secret series

Melissa Schemmenti: 

Jealousy: bf , almost is never enough , realizations , untitled , dangerous emotion

Kinda fluffy/makes me giggle: i still got it , caught in 4k , pecsa

Heartbreak: our last goodbye , distant wedding bells series , bad idea right , dancing on my own series , the rooms r all on fire

Hurt/comfort: the ex factor , your new girl , at arms length series , the most wonderful time of yr series , tease and untease, fuck it it's fine , she said what , just sex , JOY HAHAHA , want u back , the rooms are all on fire

Smut: use me , yeah I said it , bdubs , 

Chappell: wonder why I'm bitter

Palestine: effects of performativity/how you talk ab things matters , compiled resources , beauty products boycott guide

[jeridandridge]

Sparks

Reader and Melissa spend the day on a boat with the Schemmenti family.

This is totally a self indulgent Drabble. Happy 4th if you celebrate!

On the 4th of July you and Melissa get to the docks at 11 am ready to go for a day on the lake. It’s already boiling hot, the cooler is packed, and all your favorite Schmmentis were coming. It was going to be a fun day.

“The boats right over here, sweetheart.”Melissa nods to a large pontoon boat with an Italian flag hanging off the back.

You beam seeing the light blue boat with its white seats.

“Hey! Get the red head outta the sun!” A voice calls out from the other side of the dock, Melissa’s cousins Joey and his wife Annette followed by their two kids come walking over.

“Watch it, Joey. I can knock you into the water out here and make it look like an accident.” You joke holding your hand out for Mel to join you on the boat.

“Damn, Melissa you better put a ring on this one.”

Melissa gives you a beaming smile as the crew loads onto the boat, Joeys two kids following suit.

Eventually uncle Tommy and his two sons show up and everyone hits the water. You sit next to Melissa draping your arm over her shoulders. The breeze off the water and the company you’re with gives you a warm fuzzy feeling.

Out on the sandbar you stand with Joey and Uncle Tommy, a beer in hand while you guys watch Anthony use his body board.

Melissa sits comfortably in the shade with Annette watching you with her family.

“I think you’re drooling, Melissa.” The cousin laughs. “She’s good with the kids.”

“She is, she’s great with them at work.” Melissa chuckles watching you swim down the sand bar racing Anthony through the clear water. Her cousins words stick out in her mind from the morning and she can’t deny that he’s right. She should put a ring on it.

Later that night youre back in your shorts and a hoodie cuddled up with Melissa leaning into you on the edge of the boat, the fireworks starting.

You grin resting your chin on Melissa’s Shoulder, arms wrapped around her waist.

“Thank you for bringing me out here.”

Melissa turn her head meeting your eyes, the sounds of the fireworks and the colors reflecting off the water make the scene all the more special to you.

“Thank you for putting up with my family.” She grins.

“I love your family and I love you.”

With your girlfriend in your arms and fireworks falling from the sky you lean in smiling into a soft kiss.

[moonysreid]

scarlettssub’s mini 200 follower celebration

i know i don’t write very often but i’m hoping that this helps get me out of my slump sooo

i dabble mainly in wlw or gender neutral fics but if they’re in the spencer reid to remus lupin genre of men i do make exceptions - also your preferred pronouns would be very much appreciated

🌱 describe yourself a little, pick a fandom, (options are below) and i’ll pair you with a character and i’ll throw in a few headcanons

(if you’re not feeling too adventurous feel free to just state a character you want headcanons with- please still give a description of yourself so i can get the feel right)

🌻 send me a character (from the below fandoms) and i’ll write an ‘x reader’ 200 word drabble

🍄 send me a ‘character’ x reader and i’ll recommend some writers and fics

fandoms: (any female character from these fandoms - there are exceptions for the elite few fictional men lmao)

harry potter , marvel , resident evil village , criminal minds , i also do the men from the marauders (atyd) , wednesday , game of thrones

there’s a couple offshoot characters that i write for e.g. melissa schemmenti (feel free to look at my masterlist to see who i’ve written for before because i also include them)

[day-dreamed]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

one shots (> 500)

melissa schemmenti

i wanna dance with somebody eye of the storm it ain’t me babe shark week my girl under the weather the proposal

drabbles (< 500)

spencer reid

you try on spencer’s glasses. spencer comforts you after a case.

dean winchester

dean is angry with you after a case.

last updated 04/24

[cupofsapphics]

masterlist

american horror story

grumpy reader with coven (short drabble)

cordelia goode

to all the times i’ve loved you | pt 2 who ate it? greenhouse girlfriends sick of you

billie dean howard

introductions flustered

lana winters

shared love

dead to me

interrupted plans (short drabble)

wednesday (2022)

larissa weems

comfort crowd “quick, kiss me” (short drabble) “it’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you.” (short drabble)

marvel

peter assigned to distract you from returning to avengers tower so the others can prepare (short drabble)

agatha harkness

who are you? not the real you pain double trouble neglect first ‘i love you’ hc

carol danvers

parties and jealousy movie day not enough trust

darcy lewis

home sweet home

natasha romanoff

kitten

peggy carter

welcome to LA my savior with a sword you are beautiful

wanda maximoff

sweater stealing hc

once upon a time

regina mills

a new chapter

encanto

what pepa and julieta madrigal would do when you come home tired and stressed hc

school for good and evil

leonora lesso

unexpected

dovesso

dovesso hcs

misc

mary poppins

imagine: mary poppins meeting you as the banks’ closest friend

tammy (ocean’s 8)

confidence

lady tremaine

love is a hard thing why even try?

florence zimmerman

tea and a warm blanket swimsuits and ice lemonade

melissa schemmenti

the coffee shop

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ao3: simpforw0men

[gildedwillow]

she denies you until you're crying - melissa schemmenti - 18+

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"not yet," she purrs, lips brushing your ear as her fingers slow to a stop. you’re bound with her silk scarf, writhing against the sheets, begging like it’ll change anything. it never does

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melissa schemmenti x fwb!fem!reader

You're already shaking by the time she leans back on her knees.

The sheets beneath you are soaked with sweat, your own slick mess coating the inside of your thighs, and your arms are stretched above you, wrists tied tight to the headboard with her silk scarf—the expensive one she wore to work that morning, still smelling like her perfume and heat and that bossy tone she uses when she’s had enough of your mouth.

You thought tonight was gonna be quick. Just one of those nights where you text her something filthy and end up on her bed ten minutes later. But no—Melissa’s in a mood tonight.

She’s completely naked, sitting between your thighs, skin glowing under the warm bedside lamp. Her tits are flushed, lips glossy from earlier when she’d gone down on you just enough to get you dripping—and then pulled away the second you started to grind against her face.

Three times now. Three fucking times you’ve gotten close—sobbing, grinding, gasping for release—and she’s pulled back each time with a smirk and a soft, cruel little “Not yet.”

You’re a wreck. And she loves it.

Her hands are rough on your thighs as she spreads you wider, dragging your leg up over her shoulder like she owns you. "You're not gonna break, babe," she mutters, voice low and hot against your inner thigh. "You keep sayin' you can't take it, but look at you—still fuckin' beggin' for it."

Her fingers glide through your folds again, slow and lazy, barely dipping inside just to tease you. You're drenched, clenching around nothing, whining through gritted teeth as she circles your clit with maddening precision. Just enough pressure to make you twitch—never enough to get you there.

“Melissa, please…” Your voice breaks, raw and wrecked.

“You gonna cry again?” she teases, grinning as she leans in to kiss the inside of your knee. “Gotta say, I kinda liked that. You looked real sweet with tears on your cheeks and my name in your mouth.”

You let out a broken noise, hips rocking up toward her hand, trying to get more friction—anything—but she just presses your hips down hard with one arm, pinning you in place.

"Beg properly," she growls, her mouth against your neck as she pushes two fingers deep inside you without warning.

You gasp like she’s knocked the wind out of you. Her fingers fill you perfectly—long, thick, practiced—crooking just right on the first thrust. She knows your body too damn well by now, knows exactly where to press, how to angle her wrist, how to fuck you deep and hard while her thumb circles your clit in tight, relentless strokes.

The noise you make is helpless. Loud. You don’t care.

Your thighs tremble as she pounds her fingers into you, slow and deep, her wrist snapping just right so the heel of her palm brushes your clit with every thrust. She’s not being gentle anymore—she’s fucking you open with her fingers like she means to break you, groaning softly as your walls clamp down around her.

“That’s it,” she whispers. “There she is. There’s my good fuckin’ girl.”

You come hard—too hard, after all that teasing. Your back arches off the bed, toes curling, the orgasm crashing through you like a goddamn storm. You’re crying again, moaning her name over and over as your body convulses, thighs trying to slam shut around her hand.

But she doesn't stop.

Even as you're sobbing, still tied to the headboard, body twitching and too sensitive to handle more, Melissa pulls her fingers out slow and messy, watching the way you spasm beneath her. And then—without a word—she reaches into the drawer next to the bed and pulls out the vibrator.

You whimper when you see it. Your legs try to close again, but she’s already shifting between them, pushing them wide and flat against the mattress with a look that makes your chest tighten.

"Aw, baby," she says, smirking as she flicks the toy on and the low hum fills the room. "We’re not done yet."

You’re still panting, tears streaking down your temples as she presses the tip of the vibe right against your clit—and grins when your hips jump like you’ve been electrocuted.

“You came once. That just means you're warmed up.”

The vibrator hums against your clit, a steady, relentless pulse that’s already too much—and Melissa hasn’t even cranked the speed up yet.

She’s got one hand between your legs, holding the toy down tight against your overstimulated nerve endings, fingers firm against your inner thigh to stop you from squirming away. Not that it would help. Your wrists are still bound tight to the headboard, shoulders aching, hips pinned by her body, tears already spilling again from the intensity of it all.

“Shh,” she murmurs, voice low and wicked as she leans in close. “You can take it. You will take it.”

You sob her name, voice wrecked, thighs twitching with every cruel little buzz of the vibrator. Your clit is so sensitive it feels like your whole body’s on fire, nerves screaming, and Melissa’s just watching you—like she’s memorizing every single reaction.

“Fuck, look at you,” she breathes, licking her lips. “All sloppy and shaking and still beggin’ for it. You came so hard and you're still dripping, baby. You wanna come again, don’t you?”

You nod—pathetically, frantically, unable to say anything but "please" on repeat like it’s the only word you know.

She smirks, then shifts just enough so you can see her reach between her own legs with her free hand. Her fingers disappear between her thighs, and she lets out a quiet, ragged moan—like she’s been edging herself this whole time, holding out just for this moment.

"God, I'm so fuckin' wet just watching you like this," she says, voice hitching as she starts working herself in slow, lazy circles, still holding the vibrator steady against you with the other hand. “Tied up, fucked out, cryin’ for me—Jesus, baby…”

Your eyes flutter, overwhelmed, watching her fingers disappear between her folds as she rubs fast and messy. Her body rocks slightly, tits bouncing, her skin flushed and gleaming with sweat. She’s groaning your name now, breathy and wild, and when she starts to fall apart, you feel it—her whole body tensing as her hand presses the toy harder into your clit.

It’s too much—but it pushes you straight into your second orgasm, your body arching again, muscles locked tight as your climax tears through you like lightning.

You scream, thighs clenching around her arm, sobbing as you come again, harder than the first—your body too raw to handle it, but too needy to stop. Melissa’s moaning above you, chasing her own high right along with you, and then—

“F-fuck, baby—shit—”

She gasps and curses as she falls into her own orgasm, her hand soaked with slick as she grinds into her own fingers, head thrown back, hair a wild mess around her face. You’re both trembling now, a tangled, sweating mess of need and noise and filthy pleasure.

Melissa collapses forward for a second, panting against your shoulder, the vibrator finally switched off and tossed aside. But she doesn’t untie you yet.

Instead, with a lazy smirk, she holds up her slick-covered fingers—her slick, still glistening—and brings them to your mouth.

“Open,” she says softly. “You’re not done.”

You do. You open your mouth obediently, and she slides her fingers past your lips, making you taste her. She watches you suck them clean, moaning around her knuckles as you swirl your tongue, your eyes glassy and wrecked and so, so gone for her.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” she whispers, voice all gravel and heat.

And you swear, even as the taste of her lingers on your tongue and your body twitches with the aftershocks of two brutal orgasms, you’d let her do it all again.

Tied up. Crying. Coming on command. As long as it's her—only her—you’d take it every damn time.

Your body’s still twitching from the overstimulation, your thighs slick, wrists red and tender from the silk scarf, but the second Melissa unties you, you don’t waste a moment.

You throw your arms around her neck and crash your mouth to hers.

She makes a muffled noise of surprise, her body still hot and humming from her own orgasm, but she melts into you instantly, kissing you back just as deep, just as hungry. Your lips are sticky with sweat and slick, tongues tangling, noses bumping—it’s messy, desperate, so fucking real.

“Jesus,” she breathes between kisses, grinning against your lips. “Didn’t even give me a second to—”

You cut her off by grabbing her ass with both hands—hard. Full handfuls of her soft, perfect curves, pulling her flush against your soaked, trembling body. She groans into your mouth, rutting against your thigh on instinct.

"Want you," you gasp, your voice raw. "Wanna feel you… right here."

You shift, your fingers still gripping her ass as you guide her down onto the mattress with you. Your legs tangle together, heat meeting heat, skin sliding with slick and sweat. You line her up against you, her thigh sliding between yours, and then your cores connect—hot, swollen, aching—and you both gasp at the friction.

“Fuck, baby,” she groans, her hands flying to your hips as you start to grind down, slow and deep. “You’re so wet, you’re—shit.”

You moan loud as her body presses tighter against yours, your clits grinding together in a perfect rhythm—hips rocking, thighs trembling, the slide of your soaked folds making you both gasp and curse. It’s a different kind of messy now—not rough, not teasing—just raw, all need and connection.

And you can’t stop kissing her. You press your mouth to hers again, then trail hot, wet kisses down her jaw, to her neck, to her chest—until your mouth finds her nipple and you wrap your lips around it like you’ve been starving for it.

She cries out, her back arching, one hand flying to your hair as you suck her tit hard, licking and kissing while you keep grinding your soaked cunt against hers. You switch to the other one, just as greedy, your hand still on her ass, pulling her harder against you as your hips slap together.

Every grind sends another wave of heat through your stomach, sparks flying, your nerves all lit up again.

Melissa’s panting, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she watches you suck her tits and rub yourself raw against her. “God, look at you,” she groans. “So fuckin’ needy—riding my thigh like that, sucking on me like you’re mine.”

You moan at that—yours, yours, say it again—and she feels it.

“Yeah?” she pants, her grip on your hips tightening. “You wanna come like this? Wanna make a fuckin’ mess all over me, baby?”

You nod, still mouthing at her chest, your whole body rocking against hers as you chase it. The burn builds again—slower this time, but heavier, deeper—and your cries start getting higher, more desperate.

Melissa grabs a fistful of your ass and pulls you hard against her, grinding her own pussy against yours until the wet slap of skin fills the room.

“Come for me,” she growls, her voice hoarse and wild. “Do it. Soak me.”

And you do—your body locking tight, a high-pitched cry ripping from your throat as you come again, your clit pulsing against hers, your whole body trembling as you collapse against her, still clinging to her like you’ll break apart if you let go.

She holds you through it. Kisses the top of your head. Her chest rising and falling fast beneath you, her thighs just as soaked as yours.

Neither of you says the words you’re both thinking.

But the way you don’t stop touching her—arms wrapped around her waist, face buried in her neck—and the way she strokes your back and whispers “I got you” over and over?

Yeah. You don’t have to say it. Not yet.

[spicyschemmenti]

FIRE DRILL FLIRTATION ➫ melissa schemmenti

pairing: melissa schemmenti x bimbo!teaching assistant!fem!reader

synopsis: during a routine fire drill, you stick a little too close to melissa, pressing against her and whispering sweet nothings that make her dangerously close to losing control

warnings: implied age gap, sexual tension, swearing, power dynamics?? work place setting, teasing, inappropriate behaviour

word count: 1.9k

author's note: omg, thanks for this request?? i loved writing it sm

based on this request: Melissa Schemmenti x Sassy Bimbo!Teaching Assistant!Fem reader mini series would be amazing! Kind of like your Alex Cabot ones but reader is more ditzy?

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The blaring fire alarm echoed through the halls of Abbott, sending kids and teachers pouring out of classrooms like a chaotic wave. You were supposed to be helping herd the kids toward the exit, but honestly? You were a little too distracted making sure your skirt didn’t ride up as you walked.

It wasn’t your fault that the outfit was maybe a little inappropriate for school. A tight, bubblegum-pink mini skirt that hugged your curves and showed off just enough leg to be dangerous, paired with a lacy, low-cut white tank top that was definitely pushing the limits of dress code. The little cropped cardigan you threw over it was more for show than anything else, and your glossy lips and perfectly winged eyeliner? Total bimbo perfection.

You knew the moment you caught Melissa’s eye this morning that she’d noticed. Her lips had pursed, her gaze lingering on your chest for a split second longer than necessary before she’d muttered something under her breath about “these damn kids” and stalked off.

Now, in the middle of a crowded hallway during a fire drill, you saw your chance.

“Ms Schemmenti!” you called out, your voice just a little too sweet as you teetered on your heels, pretending to look helpless as the crowd jostled you.

Melissa was a few steps ahead, guiding her class toward the doors with that no-nonsense attitude that made your knees weak. Her maroon blouse hugged her curves in all the right places, and those tight black slacks? Yeah, they weren’t doing you any favors either. She looked good. And the way she commanded the room, her voice calm but firm as she directed everyone toward safety? Ugh.

You bit your lip, feeling that familiar heat swirl low in your belly.

Melissa’s head snapped around at the sound of your voice, her eyes narrowing as she spotted you lagging behind. “Oh, for…” She muttered something under her breath, probably a prayer, and marched toward you with purpose.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she said, her tone clipped but not unkind as she grabbed your wrist and pulled you close. “Stick with me. I don’t need you gettin’ lost in this mess.”

Ohhh, she had no idea what she’d just done.

You let out a little breathy sigh, pressing yourself against her side like you needed her to keep you safe. Your arm looped through hers, your body molding to her, and you didn’t miss the way her muscles tensed at the sudden contact.

“Thanks, Ms Schemmenti,” you murmured, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. “It’s just… so crowded. And, like… I don’t wanna get trampled.”

Melissa’s jaw clenched. Jesus Christ, this girl’s gonna kill me.

She was trying—really trying—to focus on the kids and getting everyone outside safely, but it was damn near impossible when you were practically purring in her ear like that. And the way your body was pressed against her? Soft, warm, and so close. She could feel every curve, every subtle shift of your hips as you moved beside her.

Focus, Melissa. You’re at work. Surrounded by kids. This is not the time to be thinking about how good she smells.

But God help her, that sweet, floral perfume you wore was making her head swim.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice low and gruff as she tried to maintain her composure, “you’re supposed to be helpin’ me keep the kids calm, not clingin’ to me like a lost puppy.”

But instead of letting go, you just… giggled. A soft, airy sound that went straight to her core.

“But Ms Schemmenti,” you whispered, your lips brushing against her ear as the crowd pressed in closer, “you’re just… so strong.”

Melissa’s breath caught. Fuck.

Her grip on your waist tightened instinctively, her hand resting just a little lower than it probably should have been. You felt it immediately, of course. And instead of pulling away, you leaned into it, your body practically melting against her side.

“Oops,” you murmured, a mischievous sparkle dancing in your eyes as you looked up at her through your lashes. “Sorry. It’s just… kinda tight in here.”

Yeah, that’s not the only thing that’s tight right now, Melissa thought, her jaw tightening as she dragged her eyes away from the way your lips were so close to hers.

Her mind was racing. She was supposed to be focused. But all she could think about was how soft your skin felt against her, how your perfume was making her dizzy, and how your damn giggles were making her heart beat way too fast.

Meanwhile, you were having the time of your life.

You could feel the tension rolling off of her, the way her body was practically vibrating with restraint. And it was so much fun to push her buttons. Melissa Schemmenti was always so cool, so in control but right now? You had her completely flustered, and it was delicious.

“I like when you take charge,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the noise, but you knew she heard it.

Melissa’s eyes snapped to yours, dark and dangerous, her jaw clenched so tight you thought she might crack a tooth.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice low enough that it sent a shiver straight down your spine. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game.”

Your lips curled into a sly smile, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Me? I’m just followin’ directions…”

But you both knew that was a lie. And from the way her fingers tightened on your waist, pulling you just a little closer as the crowd started to thin

You weren’t the only one feeling the heat.

The cool air hit you like a wave as the crowd of kids and teachers spilled out into the parking lot. But even with the breeze brushing against your bare legs, the heat simmering between you and Melissa didn’t let up.

“Alright, everybody stay in your lines,” Melissa barked, her voice sharp as ever, but there was an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. Like she was barely holding it together.

You could see it—the way her jaw clenched, the furrow in her brow, the slight flush creeping up her neck. She was frazzled. And it wasn’t from the fire drill.

It’s from you.

“Ms Schemmenti,” you purred, sidling up to her again even though there was zero reason for you to be that close. The kids were fine, standing in neat little lines with the other teachers. But here you were, all wide-eyed and innocent, pressing your body against her arm like you needed her to keep you safe.

Melissa didn’t move away. But she also didn’t look at you.

“Why’re you still glued to my side, sweetheart?” she muttered, her voice a little too gruff.

You tilted your head, blinking up at her with that sweet, ditzy expression that always made her weak in the knees. “I dunno… I just feel safer when I’m with you,” you murmured, leaning in just enough that your lips brushed the shell of her ear.

Safe? Oh, honey. If only you knew.

Melissa’s entire body went rigid, her jaw so tight you thought she might actually break something. Her mind was a mess. On one hand, she was supposed to be keeping things professional. You were her coworker, for God’s sake. A sweet, bubbly, barely qualified teaching assistant who had no idea what she was doing half the time.

But on the other hand?

You were driving her insane.

Melissa wasn’t blind. She’d noticed the way you looked at her—how your eyes lingered just a little too long when she bent over to pick something up, how your smile got a little brighter when she was around, how you always found a reason to touch her, even if it was just a light brush of your hand against hers.

And now? Pressed up against her like this, your body warm and soft and way too close?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph… I’m gonna lose my damn mind.

“Sweetheart,” Melissa growled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You need to—”

“Relax,” you interrupted, your voice dripping with sugar as you tilted your head and looked up at her with that innocent, wide-eyed gaze that had gotten you out of trouble more times than you could count.

“But I like being close to you,” you murmured, your glossy lips curling into a playful pout. Your fingers brushed against her arm, trailing down her forearm so lightly it was almost innocent. Almost.

Melissa snapped.

“Jesus,” she muttered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the crowd so fast you barely had time to process what was happening.

“Whoa!” you giggled, stumbling a little in your heels as she guided you toward the side of the building where the crowd couldn’t see. “Ms Schemmenti, what’s the rush?”

Her grip on your wrist loosened, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she turned to face you, her body just a little too close, her eyes dark and filled with something you hadn’t seen before.

“Do you enjoy testin’ my patience?” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous, making your breath catch in your throat.

You blinked up at her, all wide-eyed innocence, but the smirk tugging at the corners of your lips gave you away. “I dunno what you’re talking about, Miss Schemmenti…”

Melissa’s jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing as she scanned your face. God, you were trouble.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” she muttered, her hand still holding your wrist, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “You know exactly what you’re doin’.”

You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. She was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the tension crackling in the air like a live wire.

“Maybe,” you murmured softly, your eyes flickering to her lips before meeting her gaze again. “But… is it working?”

Oh, you little—

Melissa’s resolve was hanging by a thread.

Her body was practically vibrating with tension, her mind screaming at her to step back, to walk away, to be professional. But the way you were looking at her? The way your lips were just close enough to kiss?

She was this close to giving in.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice husky and low as her hand finally dropped from your wrist. But instead of stepping back, her fingers brushed against your waist, her touch light but burning through the thin fabric of your skirt.

“Yeah, Ms Schemmenti?” you whispered, your voice dripping with sugar, but your eyes? Oh, your eyes were full of heat.

Melissa’s gaze flickered to your lips, her resolve cracking, her breath hitching...

“Melissa!”

The voice snapped through the tension like a bucket of cold water.

Melissa jerked back, her hand dropping away from you so fast it was like she’d been burned.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, her face flushing as she turned to see Barbara waving her over.

“Looks like the drill’s over,” Barbara called, giving Melissa a look that was way too knowing. “We’re headin’ back inside.”

Melissa nodded stiffly, her jaw clenched as she tried to regain her composure.

But you?

Oh, you were smirking.

“Guess we’ll have to finish this later, huh?” you murmured softly, your voice dripping with mischief as you brushed past her, your body just grazing against hers as you sauntered back toward the building.

Melissa didn’t move.

She just stood there, her jaw clenched, her body still on fire, and her mind screaming one thing over and over again:

I am so fucked.

[church-of-lilith]

You choose the ship.

"I was never her protector. She was mine."

“So, Janine sent her guard dog over here, instead of addressing me herself,” The woman bites out, a sneer spread across her face. “How brave.”

“I was never her protector, she was mine,” Melissa corrects her, the anger coursing through her veins is heavy, almost weighing her down. She steps closer to Mrs. Teagues, daring to go toe-to-toe. “You don’t know her, because you never put in the time or the effort to. But if you did, you would know she’s always the one protecting everyone else.”

The woman looks entirely disinterested, “I’d like to speak to Janine now, but this little chat was lovely.”

Melissa’s not about to let that happen, “She’s not interested in speaking with you, so here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna turn around, walk out those doors, and pretend like you never got the idea to walk through ‘em.”

Mrs. Teagues scoffs, “you can’t keep me from seeing my own daughter.”

“So she’s your daughter now? Is that it?” Melissa tries endlessly to be the bigger person, but this woman is testing her restraint like no other. “Because for the last ten years it seems she’s just been someone you can’t bother to answer the phone for.”

“My relationship with Janine isn’t any of your business, frankly it never should have been to begin with.” The appalled look on her face is one Melissa wishes she could wipe right off it. “But that’s always been Janine, the victim in every story—especially her own.”

Melissa isn’t playing this game anymore.

“Out. Get out of my school.”

She shakes her head, a smug smirk still on her face. “You can’t do that.”

“Just did,” Melissa advances an inch closer, almost daring the woman to say another word. “Get. Out.”

Mrs. Teagues seems to wise up and realize she doesn’t want whatever problems Melissa promises to deliver her. With an exasperated sigh, she turns and leaves, but not before shooting Melissa one last glare.

Let her have her dramatic moment if it helps her sleep at night, Melissa thinks. She feels her blood pressure lowering, hoping to never see the woman again—for her own health if nothing else.

When she feels a hand on her shoulder she startles, reflexes kicking in. But then she turns to find Janine, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

“Thank you, Melissa.” Janine whispers out, barely holding back her own tears. “I—you didn’t have to, I never should’ve asked you—”

Melissa pulls her into a tight hug, allowing her time to process her emotions. “You didn’t have to ask me, Janine, you never have to ask me.”

And if she feels tears staining her blouse as Janine melts into her arms, she doesn’t breathe a word of it to anyone. Sometimes even the best protectors need a little protecting.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

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A Missed Connection

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Prompt: Two missed flights bring two women together over overpriced booze and underfunded schools

a/n: this is a lil short drabble that i'd be more than happy to expand if anyone was interested.

Y/n gazed at the empty gate with a sigh. The flashing “flight closed” on the screen was like a constant taunt. A missed flight and now her entire vacation was gone. Gripping the straps of her bag she took a deep breath before gazing at her watch. 5:48pm and stuck in the city. A city she’d been in for the last academic year. She sent one last longing glance toward the gate and finally rolled her carry-on behind her as she walked away from the plane.

She pulled out her phone and opened up her travel app, hoping to find another flight to her destination. A tropical beach was calling her name and after the semester she’d had, she deserved it. Being a college professor definitely had its perks but with the late submissions and Advisor meetings, Y/n was ready to soak up some sun. She held out hope as she saddled up to an airport bar but as she scrolled her hope dwindled until nothing. She was not getting to her destination any time soon. Turning her phone over she rested her elbows on the sticky bar with a pout. So much for vacation.

She reached for one of the menus coned on the bar and browsed the drinks listed. Her finger worked down the list and prices with a grimace but settled on some sort of fruity cocktail. Just as she was about to place her order there was a huff a few seats down and a grumble to follow.

“Gimme a beer,” a husky voice called as a redhead hoisted herself onto the bar stool. She slammed her purse on the counter, neglecting the conveniently placed bag hooks under the bar and shoved her glasses into her hair. Y/n’s eyes were drawn to the older woman as the bartender slid the beer over to the woman. She gave a grateful nod and threw the drink back in frustration. Finally pulling her eyes away from the woman she placed her order and watched as the bartender made her drink. The tall glass was placed in front of her and she smiled in thanks before pulling the straw to her mouth. She mindlessly sipped until the redhead let out another sigh and slid her phone a little too far down the bar. It landed much farther to Y/n than it did her and as soon as she realized it, the older woman mumbled a quiet ‘shit’ before looking over at Y/n.

“Sorry, hon. I didn’t hit you did I?” She asked as she placed her beer down.

Y/n shook her head with a soft smile, “No, but you seem to be having just as bad a day as I am.” The redhead met her eyes with a shrug before moving to take the seat next to her and retrieve her phone.

“Missed my flight out of here and now I’m missing my one week of freedom before June.”

“Oh do I know that feeling, I just wrapped a semester and had a beach and Mahi Tai with my name on it. Looks like we’re both missing out.” Y/n said lifting her drink toward the redhead in a toast of sorts. They clinked their glasses together before sipping. “I’m y/n.”

“Melissa, you teach?”

“I’m a professor at UPenn. I just started over there in the Fall.”

“Wow, you seem a little young to be a college professor.”

“I guess I’m pretty young compared to my colleagues. What do you do?”

“I teach elementary school in the city. Second and Third grade.”

“At the same time?” Y/n asked sitting her glass down and turning toward Melissa.

“Unfortunately, it’s been a hard year so far. I’m hoping to get a better aide next year or a new teacher but there’s only so much the district is willing to give.”

“Oh I know that feeling all too well. I started out subbing in public schools on the side to make money and that was insane. I commend you for doing it full-time. And I’m even more sorry that you’re missing your vacation.”

“Well, it could be worse. Having a drink with a pretty woman isn’t the worst way to spend my evening.” Melissa shrugged eyeing the younger woman to gauge her reaction to the come-on.

“Well, I could definitely think of worse ways to spend my time. How about I buy you another one? A little alcohol is always a great start to a vacation, no matter what the location.”

“Can’t argue with that.”