#piltover's baddest

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My Violet and My Blue.

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I just really need her to know

[anthorius]

Where do we go from here? Chapter 2

Sevikaxfem!reader

Summary: You reminisce about how your mother did everything she could to try and make sure you had the best chance of hopefully leaving Zaun some day. Leading you to now where you finish up your shift topside before heading back down to the undercity to try and find out more about the new councilor. Running into some familiar and unfamiliar faces.

A/N: I wanted to get this posted on Valentines day but we're just gonna have to settle for the day after. I hope those who celebrated had a much better day than I did lol.

Anyway, I rewatched S2 with a literal notepad trying to jot down anything cannon that seemed important. Like I COMPLETELY forgot Jinx burned down the last drop before going to kermit. And really I know this fic doesn’t need this much work, but I’m an insane person. Idk if I mentioned but OC / Reader is from Zaun, I personally cant FATHOM the idea of Sevika after 41 years on this planet hooking up with her oppressor lmao ONE slip up even ONE smart ass comment that reinforces our class divide in a fight (cough Caitlyn cough) and I’d personally bounce so I can’t imagine her sticking with a Piltie lmao. Like I love Mel to bits, she’s hot as fuck, face card unmatched, but some of yall act like she wasn’t looking at Victor all of S1 like she was ready to call him a slur lmao. But I get Melvika I really do, put some of the baddest bitches together, I’m not mad in theory but in execution??? Small side eye lol (Also I'm fully on board with the idea Lest is trans like her VA and Ran in NB.)

You can still remember that day so clearly. The brisk early morning breeze and the slight chill it caused. The air up there was so… different than what you’d grown so accustomed to in Zaun. Wind collects on your small face, blowing back two little braids tied off with bows. The cobbled terrain slowly smoothing out into easily walkable pathways, buildings not too far ahead. You recall the warmth of your mothers hand surrounding your own. How on occasion she’d stumble a bit and lean on you, and like a good daughter you’d brace your small body to help her find her footing. The buildings were a lot closer now, and once you both hit the main road she stopped to slowly kneel and look you in the eyes.

Patting down your school uniform, she tries to make sure you look as tidy as possible, straightens your socks and double knots your small shoes.

“Okay honey, do you remember what I told you?”

you nod 

“Do you remember the landmarks I told you to look for?”

you nod

“And you have the paper with everything on it incase you get lost?”

You turn and reach into a zipped pocket on your small satchel, pulling out your emergency notes before looking back at her. 

“Good.” She returns the paper to its safe spot in your bag.

You remember just how confusingly sad she looked, the slight increase in the tightness of her grip on your small shoulders. 

“Oh my big girl” she moves to hold both your hands in hers. “You’re going to have a great first day okay?” Your only reply being a small squeeze of her hands. 

“You’ve got to get ready to go Ivy.”

…

“C- can you walk with me a little more?” The hesitation clear on her face, she fights it but you can see the tears starting to form. She looks away to view the city before you both, early morning sun just barely creeping in before looking at you in the small Piltover school uniform. She can’t help feel a sense of pride on how good the uniform looked. The stains, popped seams, and broken zipper no longer an existing factor of this second hand uniform she’d manage to get her hands on. Perfectly steamed and pressed, no one would ever be able to tell it wasn’t new. 

Her eye’s drift to her own worn in clothes, colors dingy, and very much so unbelonging up here. 

“I- I cant honey… Mommy’s sorry.” 

“I’ll be waiting right here though, in this same spot once you get out, okay?” The disappointment in your large brown eyes was something she could hardly bare. She tries to think of something better to say, anything to make this better, but before she can the sound of a door from one of the homes near by shuts.

And there stood another child, right around your age in a similar uniform. 

…

“Come on.” She slowly brings herself to stand, trying to gently approach the child.

“Excuse me! Little one!” 

The Vastayan child turns to face you both and greets you with a polite, “Yes ma’am?”

“I couldn’t help but notice you and my daughter have on the same school uniform, and today is her first day, she’s quite nervous.” You look up shyly at the child, quickly meeting eyes before looking back at the ground.

“I can’t walk with her all the way to the school, would it be alright if my daughter walked with you?”

The child looks between you both. 

“Sure! I can walk with her!” They exclaim before holding out a small hand and you can’t help but look back at your mother.

“Go on love” 

With a brave step you take the child’s hand. “What’s your name?” they ask with optimistic eyes, giving your hand an affirming squeeze. 

You glimpse back at your mother before turning to the child, “My name is Nimah.” 

You look back your mom who is smiling wide and nodding her head in approval. 

… “Whats your’s?”

“I’m Lestair!” And the child starts walking with you in tow, excitedly chattering at you. Both you and your mothers nerves ease a bit. Turning around you give a small wave to your mom, which she returns.

And as soon as you two round the first corner she finally sheds the tears she’s been fighting back. Gods she hoped this would work, she needed this to work. 

“She’ll be okay. Come on now, gather yourself” spoken with a deep inhale and wipe of her face.

She turns behind her, seeing the bricked path leading back to Zaun, she looks back to your direction at the beautiful gleaming city. And on hesitant legs she begins the walk back. 

In the lower region of Piltover sits the Atherium Library, a beacon of ancient tomes and archives. The vast domed ceiling, crafted from stained glass allows light to cast in  hues across the marble floors. Positioned under the grand library clock is a large orrery turning slowly in silent precision. Looking up you recognize its 12 minutes past your shift, you needed to leave. Now. 

Trying your best to rush and grab your things without looking too frantic you make your way outside of the Library doors. The blinding sun hindering your vision for just a brief moment before a sharp whistle pulled your focus. Shielding your eyes you look for the source until you spot tall white ears under a veranda. 

“Lest!” you quickly trot over to your friend. “Hey! I don't have much time to chat, the first council meeting should be letting out soon and I want to try and catch the new-”

Interrupting she hands you todays paper documenting the introductory council meeting, listing the names and districts of the new board members, all of which happened… yesterday.

“-councilor. “

“Sorry dear, looks like you got your dates mixed up.”

Letting out an exhale of disappointment your shoulders drop as you toss the paper on the table she was leaning on. “…Gods above.”

“I really wanted to see who Zauns new councilor was” you mention while taking the seat in front of her.

“Thats what happens when you’re constantly wringing yourself thin, you lose track of the days.”

“I know, I do really it’s just- this is without a doubt the best job I’ve ever had. And I like covering shifts! Your people pay such good money for surprisingly little labor.”

“Yes, yes so you’ve said my little archivist” she mutters while taking a sip from the drink she’d previously ordered.

“What has it been. Two months? And they still haven't found out about...  Nimah?”

You quickly silence her with a sharp “tsst! I love you dearly, stop talking.”

“There’s no one near this side of the corridor, we’re fine. I suppose I’m just… shocked is all. Through you I've been able to see just how... gullible my people can be.”

You shift forward, resting your elbows on the table, “Such blind trust is given to any official enough looking document. But what brings you to the tail end of Piltover?”

“What I can’t come check on an old friend?”

A beat passes as you hold each other’s stare, then, almost simultaneously, you both snicker. “What do you want from me now?”

“Such insulting assumptions, I have something for you this time” she says while placing a box on the table, “mother was asking of you again.” 

“Aw, your mother still thinks of me? She’s always been so kind.”

“Of course she does, you’re the only person she knows from Zaun, she worries for you. And she’s been shopping a lot more since retiring. Say’s she sees things in second hand shoppes you might like.”

You filter through the box of nearly new clothes. You couldn’t help but lament on just how wasteful topsiders could be. 

“She’s the one thats insistent I continue to keep in touch with you anyway” she says snidely. 

“Oh no, I’m so sorry you’re being forced against your will to still talk to me” you say sharing a brief pause before the two of you break out into a quiet laugher. 

“So what will you do now, there’s only her first name in the paper not a face.”

“And that was information I already had, I’m going to have to ask around, see if I can find out where she frequents.”

“I’m surprised you don’t already know her.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at her comment.

“Not everyone in Zaun knows each other Lest. Plus I do know she ran with Chem Barrons and I try to avoid them and their lackeys as much as possible.”

“I see.” She murmurs while looking back at the list of new councilors. 

…

“Might I ask a question?” 

“I don’t see why not” you muster while following her gaze to the same spot in the paper.

“I’ve just recently noticed, why don’t people from Zaun have last names?”

“Most of the populous are orphans friend, family names don’t always make it down if there’s no one to remember or document it.”

“I see, interesting.” 

You raise a brow out her.

“Well”, she says standing from her chair “my good deed for the day has been completed.”

“I’m so honored to have been the recipient of such selflessness,” you both laugh as you join her in standing from the table.

“Thank you again for these, I need to get back to the Promenade and change before heading back down.”

“Naturally, you can’t really afford to stick out.” 

Grabbing your things you make your way to leave, “I’ll see you around okay?”

“Hey” she reaches out, holding your hand in an affirming and loving grip. 

“Stay safe.” 

and you return the gesture with a small squeeze.

“You too.”

And with that you part ways with your childhood friend. Swinging through a public stall in the Promenade to change back into your regular unprofessional non piltie clothes before making the trek back. 

Once home you clear a space on your couch from the small stack books and place the box of clothes down before moving over to your desk to write out a proposal for the new councilor. In it you offer your assistance, as someones who’s managed to sneak their way up into Piltover a good portion of their life. You can get her information from archives if she needs, point her in the right direction for any questions she has about topsides political affairs. While finishing up the letter you hear a thunderous crash coming from outside your window. And since chaos often breeds information, you head out and make your way outside towards the source of the commotion.

“Huh… when did this place go up?” you whisper to yourself as the men working tear down the charred walls of what was The Last Drop. You’re then informed by one of the men that apparently Jinx tried to burn the place down before that big fight. “Thankfully someone caught it in time before it had a chance to spread” he says.  

“Oh wow” you mutter, taking in just how badly the building looked.

“Wow’s right girl” another man, this one older walks up next to you.

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Why not, gotta keep moving though so come along.” You follow the man into a more structurally sound part of the exposed building.

“What do you think of the whole, Zaun getting a council seat thing.” 

“Honest? Never thought I’d live to see the day. I’m not one to feel hopeful anymore at my age but I can’t help but feel a little… somethin’ at the idea. 

“You all talkin’ bout the new Councilor?!” shouts a younger man, carrying a wheelbarrow of burn debris making his was over to you. 

“Thieram! Come over boy” the older man waves him over.

Out of breath the younger man manages to get out, “I was so shocked to hear they actually made us a seat, almost didn’t believe it. And weirdly enough I’m honestly  grateful to hear it was Sevika who got offered the chair.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah, used to see her all the time when she was working upstairs with Silco. As scary as she is if anyone understands all the shit that’s been going on in Zaun its her.”

“I’ll have to take your word. I’ve never met her” you begin to follow Thieram to an area where they were ridding waste and charred debris.

“Count yourself lucky, the womans a force. If you saw her back when she had that insane arm you’d shit a brick. Storming into topside next to her with that thing was insane.”

That got your genuine attention, “You fought in that?!”

“Heh, yeah quite of bit of the old staff joined in. I’m grateful to have been one of the ones who made it back,” the man nervously rubs the back of his neck.

“Wow… thats- ”

“Wait you said her arm? What’s up with her arm?”

He looks at you after unloading the wheelbarrow, “The one she had during the fight was made by Jinx, definitely a design only she would come up with.” 

“The one before that wasn’t half bad either.” the older man piped in as he walked past you both..

“Oh yeah the one that took shimmer? Donnovan outdid himself on that one.”

“Donnovan?” you look between the two confused.

“Yeah older dude, his weapons shop is a bit deeper in the lanes past the roundabout.”

“Huh… well thanks for the insight.” 

“Yeah no problem.” 

And with that new info you head over to your next lead till you hear…

“Wait!” Thieram now running to your side.

“So… you just interested in learning more about the fight that went down?”

“… Certain aspects of it, yes” you give him a questioning look. 

“Well I mean, since I was there I can always give you a rundown sometime if you wanted to know more?” he begins to nervously rub at the back of his neck again. Letting out a small chuckle you politely decline his proposal, “I think I’m good, thanks” while continuing to walk away.

“Well if you ever change your mind just let me know!”

Turning on your heels you give him a parting wave with a roll of your eyes before looking for Donnovans. 

You’d never really been on the weapons district side of the lanes. Pulling your hood up you tried to stay inconspicuous as you looked for the shop. Passing through the deeper recesses, you hear deals being struck in hushed voices. The large crowd moving with purpose, you try to keep up til you finally see the round about Thieram mentioned. Stepping out of the way of traffic you scan the nearby buildings.

“Hey Don hold the door!”

Your eyes searched for the voice to find it belonged to a younger man holding a large crate walking into a small building that has definitely seen better days. The door being held open by a smaller, much older man. This had to be the place, trenching through the crowd once again you make your way into the building which alerts a little bell.

“We’ll be with you in a sec!” a voice shouted from the basement workshop down the hall of the building. 

“I’m in no rush!” you retort back.

Looking around at the array of tools was almost overwhelming. Your mother tried her hardest to keep you out of this side of the lanes when she was alive, but as you got older you could recall a few memories of sneaking around here with friends once playing topsider no longer became an option. School was expensive, money runs out, people die, and you had to find your own way after a while. Interrupted by your thoughts the older man clears his throat and walks up to his counter.

“Whatdya looking for miss?” 

“I was curious, do you limb prosthetics?”

“Only on occasion, and when the money is right. Why do you ask? He looks you up and down, “you look like you got all your limbs.”

“Asking for a friend, someone recommended you. Could I see what work you’ve done?”

He turns to a filing cabinet and flips through some manilla folders until he finds the ones he’s looking for. Splaying its contents on the table were the blueprints for a bladed hand replacement, weaponized leg prosthetic, and then you saw it, a bronze left arm with junctures that looked like they held viles. He notices your fixation on that one, “Oh that was one of my best.” 

“I’m sure you know already but this bad boy used to belong to the new council chair of Zaun” he gloats puffing out his chest. 

“No… really???” it almost left your mouth sarcastically but you reeled it in just enough to sound slightly exaggerated.

“Oh yes! See here” he pulls out more blueprints and early sketches from his time mocking up the piece. And in the midst of him excitedly talking about something he was obviously very proud of you found a way to ease in some questions. Specifically if he thought someone who owned a weapon like that was fit to be councilor. 

“Ha! thats a loaded question.” the young man interjected, carrying a small machine up from the basement.

“Yeah she’d been using that thing nearly all of Silco’s reign over Zaun. Can’t say I was too happy with what it was used for but, when money like that comes in it’s hard to turn down just cause of some morals.” He proceeded to put the device on the counter before getting started on his tinkering.

“I’m not surprised to hear you feel that way son, you were just a child when Silco took over the lanes. I didn’t know her too well before his takeover but we were familiar” he mentions as he grabs the two other unrelated blueprints to store away.

“I do recall seeing how she tried to clean up house after his death but too much time has passed, I can’t say I know what kind of person she is now.”

"K- KRRNNCH!" the jarring sound of broken and twisted metal comes from the device the apprentice was working on. 

“I hardly touched it! I swear Don I was doing like you told me!” he sputtered out quickly trying to explain himself to his boss.

“Come on, let’s get the hood off and see what you broke” Donnovan and the young man head down to the basement area while you stayed to look at the blueprints, “We’ll be right back.”

“No problem” you waved them off.

Looking through the documents you notice there are a lot of duplicates, to which you quickly fold up and pocket away. They had plenty, you’re sure they wont notice a few missing. You quickly gather up whats left and start to clean up the stack when he comes back. Handing him the papers you thank him for his help and let him know you’ll keep him in mind for your friends new piece before walking out the door. 

Playing detective was starting to wear you out, especially since you decided to do all of this right after work. Accepting what you’d gotten for now your stomach lead you back to a pub not too far from your home. Once inside you placed a togo order and grabbed a drink while you waited. This place was way more packed than what you were used to for some reason. Looking through the crowd of loud patrons one in particular caught your eye. 

Making your way over to the pool tables you see the familiar face lining up their shot, and right after taking it you butt in with a loud, “Double hit.”

“Like hell it was-” they shouted, annoyed and turning to see the source of the false call only for them to break out into a grin once they notices it’s just you.

“Oh shit whats up Ivy” Ran goes to pull you in for a quick side hug. “Since when do you hang out over here.” 

“I feel like I should be asking you that considering I actually live on this side of the lanes.”

“True, they’re still working on rebuilding The Last Drop so we had to find somewhere to go” they shrug off, before going to line up their next shot. 

“That makes sense,” you notice the woman at the bartop is waving you over to grab your order. Making your way, you snag your dinner and head back over to Ran. 

“Hey can I ask you something.”

“Shoot,” they go to lean on their pool cue.

“You used to run with jobs with Sevika right?”

An abrupt hand gets placed over your mouth before they turn in their cue and drag you outside the bar.

“Hey maybe don’t ask that kind of stuff in a big crowd like that. But yeah I used to some time back. Why are you asking anyway? Most make the effort to avoid her.”

Rans eyes then narrow in on you as they get closer. “Are you in trouble or something? What did you do?”

Extending your arm you push on their chest to get some space back. “No jeeze, and I haven’t done anything… I’m just asking.”

The glare of disbelief Ran gave you made itself clear, but they continued on anyway. “Since word got around that she accepted the Councilor position it’s been real hard to get a hold of her these last few days. Either they got her up there doing who knows what or she’s trying to lay low for a bit. They’re probably driving her insane already. 

You continue to listen intently, watching them fidget around with their metal hand while talking.

“Most of Zaun seems pretty hopeful about her being on the Council tho. But it might just be the shock that they finally acknowledged us. No one’s bold enough to say shit to her right now though with all the change happening.”

“Huh… I see.”

“So?” 

“So what?”

“What’s got you so curious shorty?” they ask giving your shoulder a playful shove. 

“I have something to offer her. It’s important.”

Rans face falls into a more serious stare. 

“Ive-”

“Don’t ‘Ive’ me Ran, we aren’t kids anymore, I’m fully capable of managing on my own.”

“Ha! Sure, maybe against your average thug but her?? Really??”

The baffled expression on your face gets a small chuckle out of them. “It’s not like I’m not challenging her to a fight! I just!-

You then realize you were shouting.

I just need to give her a letter, you relay in a lower volume while pulling the envelope out of your bag.

Cocking their eyebrow at you Ran gets back into your space, “You want me to get it to her?”

Immediately you recoil your hand holding the letter back, “Fuck no! you’re gonna open it or lose it or something!”

Ran steps in once more causing you to move back and make contact with the brick wall behind you. Their metal hand now by your head propping them up as they lean in to talk to you.

“Oh come on Ivy, don’t do me like that” the shit eating grin creeping on their face.

Unconvinced you hold their glare, only for Ran to concede with a roll of their eyes.

“Look you have my word I won’t open it. AND I’m more likely to see her around than you.”

The skepticism must’ve been clear on your face because they continue, “Come on, what other options you got? Keep running through Zaun asking suspicious questions?”

You hate to admit it but they were right, now it was your turn to yield.

“Ran I mean it, un opened. None of that heating up adhesive and resealing it shit.”

“Fine.” They say snatching the letter out of your hands, “So what do I get in return for such a kind favor?”

“Gods above,” you roll your eyes, “What do you want?”

“You know what,” the say tapping the edge of the letter on your forehead, “when I’m ready to cash in my favor I’ll come for you.”

Stepping forward you go to push past them, “Gee thanks Ran.”

“Anytime Ive!” the shout, seeing you off with a wink while you wave them off to head back home.

Finally back home and done with the day you sit at the small dining table to eat before going through the clothes Lest’s mother got you. Looking them over you notice some small stains, a popped seam here and there but aside from that perfectly fine clothes, “so wasteful” you mutter. Choosing one of the outfits for work tomorrow you grab your mending kit to sew up the small patch, and hit the cuffs with a quick iron to take some of the wrinkles out. Sealing the outfit in a laundromat bag you hang it from one of the pipes that cuts through your apartment into the next, and finally after such a grueling day you go climb into bed trying to get some rest before work tomorrow.

[thebloodredraven]

Jayce is actually a case study for straight men. He's literally every straight man's dream.

He's the exact image of a hard working, gym (forge) going, tall, well-groomed, macho, popular and well-liked rich genius that had a relationship with THE baddest woman in all of Piltover. He's a man of innovation and progress and became the face of it when he was put in the position of the underdog for most of his life.

But what makes Jayce desirable to women and femmes is the fact that he wears his heart on his sleeve and is sincere in his drive to do better. He's sensitive. He's caring. He's goofy. He's openly and willfully affectionate. He's considerate of other people and doesn't only do things for his own benefit. He sees the best in people and only wants to help. He values every relationship in his life equally and doesn't use people for what they can do for him.

This isn't gonna be a deep post at all, but there are so many straight men that can learn from Jayce as a character and as a person. Maybe this male loneliness epidemic could be solved a little 😭

[schatzii]

jayce is a real og for not only making the baddest politician in Piltover fall in love with him but also a robogod who recently was smashed to oblivion by said man of progress. glorious cinema.

[junedug]

i'm not a melvik shipper but i do think it's the funniest concept in the world. jayce fumbles two of the baddest bitches in piltover and they decide to get together without him. or even funnier yet they're a throuple and jayce gets voted off the island

[arcane-ruined-my-gut-flora]

I love how people think this was the only problem. Arcane's pillars are the writing, the world building and the animation. In this season, only the animation matched s1's level because everything else couldn't keep up with the quality they set before.

And before anyone comes at me, you can enjoy the show, I'm not telling you to hate it. I actually envy those who managed to enjoy it because I could only notice the fatal flaws, the cartoonish representation of the main characters and the lack of continuity in the plot development.

The writing is ridiculous. I'm not saying it because I want to hate on the show, but because I loved it with all my heart and it disappointed in a way I couldn't even fathom. We lost the most important part of it: the slow, meaningful moments between characters, the ones that helped us see how they felt and what they thought, how their relationships changed and views shifted.

Take Isha and Jinx. We have the before, and we have the after, but where's everything in between? Jinx pushed Isha away at first, then the next scene they're best friends, and I simply can't accept this in a show that is ALL about building connections.

They added random characters that turned out to be completely useless. Was I supposed to feel bad when bad things happened to them? I was like "oh, alright."

But most importantly, they stripped away the conflict between Zaun and Piltover. They inserted a common enemy so that they'd put aside their differences to defeat it (that's also literally the only reason why the Black Rose "makes sense". It's literally used for the bossfight and to set Mel up for the next series, nothing else).

After the fight they're all good. Forgive and forget, right? That's how you make peace with your oppressor, without even having a single fucking conversation, a damn confrontation or something. The power of friendship, the power of "we're all the same, we just want to live and we must stick together to defeat the baddest guys! It doesn't matter that you treated us like shit on your soles for years!!! Now we're all friends and we have a seat in the council!!"

This season is a goddamn joke.

People can rant about the pacing of season 2 all they want, but the fact that they managed to fit a climax this epic and cathartic and painful this seamlessly in a single episode is nothing short of genius.

Like... y'all they really had it all

[m3dardas]

hii, could you please write some nsfw mel hcs ? we as a community are in need of more mel content.

minors do no interact! 18+

NSFW MEL MEDARDA HEADCANONS.

mel medarda x afab!reader

warnings: SMUT, cunnilingus, fingering, hints towards shibari, dom bttm!mel, foul language.

proofread: nah

author’s note: the mel content on this app is dry, so i gotchu. this took awhile to post but here ya go!! it was my first time doing a nsfw hc... this is lowkey a drabble tho...

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you being able to fuck the baddest bitch in piltover is a reward within itself

like there’s nobody else like you

seriously

mel isn’t the type to trust many people

s/o to ambessa for that one 😛

n e ways

mel is a very intimate person

in your relationship that is

so sex was always important, but more so in the way to get closer to each other

to experience each other 😻😻

the first time... she was practically taking the lead (in all her glory)

but then, as time passed

and the two of you learned each other’s body

you couldn’t help but prioritize her pleasure

you couldn’t help but be the first person to damn near worship her body

(shit, i would to)

you’d run your lips down her body slowly and achingly

savoring the sweet taste of her shimmering skin

and over the cool golden plates against her skin

she’d shallowly breathe in response, holding onto the pillows behind her head

her tendrils of curls lain across them

her midsection wrapped with gold rope, exposing her breasts and hips

your hands drifting in your wake, groping her exposed breasts — playing with her hardening nipples

you carried your lips to her mons, avoiding the very place she wanted you most

“ah... no need to deprive me, y/n”

mel commented delicately, stuck between a whimper

while it wasn’t your intention... hearing her beg for you was appealing

so you avoided a little longer

placing each leg slowly on your shoulders, making direct eye contact

mel toyed with her own breasts, watching with her bottom lip between her teeth

you kissed the inside of her thigh

the soft sensitive part

nipping at it with your teeth, barely

she flinched, gasping lowly

“y/n... love.” she whined

rolling her pelvis around — needy

“please, i need you.” “you know i don’t like to wait.”

her comments made you throb in more than just one place

mel was rather impatient

in moments like these, she reminds you of who is truly in charge

which is 100% her

she’d palm the back of your head, fiddling with your hair

just before she lightly pushes your lips against her cunt

already dripping and sopping wet for you

she really didn’t like waiting....

you ran your tongue over her folds, using the tip to spend extra love to her clit

sucking on it, and popping it from your lips

your thumbs rested between her lips, pulling her lips apart to really delve in

she hummed and moaned, fucking your face

using your features to get herself off

“fuck, y/n” mel wantonly moans, jerking her hips

she trembled, overcoming with sensitivity

“uh huh” “y-yeah”

she begins to repeat herself, gripping your roots

you humped the bed, in response to the throbbing of your own pussy

gripping the tops of her thighs

jutting your tongue inside of her cunt and slurping up her arousal

“you’re doing so good for me.”

she whined, releasing strangled moans

and with one final thrust with your tongue, and slurp with your lips

she was totaled

her body stilled just before convulsing in pleasure

her hips trembling against your face, as you ride her out of her high

she heartily moaned, snapping her thighs around your head — shaking

her breaths becoming labored, she released her grip around your head

massaging your scalp

like she always did

with mischievous eyes, your creeed your fingers between her legs

lightly rubbing over her swollen clit

her lips and chin glossy from her juices, eyeing her

mel trembled hard, whimpering

“i-i’m sensitive—“

you delved one finger into her cunt, opening your mouth with an anticipating expression

mel had cut herself off with a moan, widening her legs automatically

“ah! please... more.”

she deeply moaned

and you couldn’t help but oblige