ꔛ pairing — melanie moreno 𝓍 ƒ childhood bsf!reader
೯ warning: f! oral receiving, yearning, smut ( mdni ), sincere mention. very wuh luh wuh.
೯ authors note: this is my first wlw piece so, go easy on me. puhlease. #melaniecomehome
you waited far more patiently than you actually felt for melanie to come home after being dumped from the villa. every interview, every clip that surfaced online, every photo of her leaving fiji only made the hours drag by slower. you'd been counting down the days since she left, convincing yourself that maybe this whole experience would somehow bring her happiness, even if it meant finding it with someone else. instead, all it did was leave her heart bruised by someone who never seemed to understand the kind of woman he had standing right in front of him.
watching sincere string her along from thousands of miles away was exhausting. every promise he made sounded emptier than the last, every apology seemed rehearsed, and every chance she gave him only ended the same way. you wanted to shake her shoulders and ask why she kept settling for someone who loved her in pieces when she deserved to be loved completely. even her mom and sister saw it. they exchanged the same disappointed glances whenever his name came up, wondering how many more times she'd let herself believe someone who could never match his words with his actions.
you knew it wasn't your place to say anything. you were just the best friend. the one waiting back home, the familiar face she'd eventually return to, the person who always managed to make her feel a little lighter after the world had worn her down. it was a role you'd perfected over the years, even if it slowly chipped away at your own heart.
the truth was one you'd buried so deep that sometimes you almost convinced yourself it wasn't there anymore.
you'd been in love with melanie since freshman year. you never said anything, you couldn't.
it was easier to convince yourself that loving her quietly was better than risking the friendship that had carried you through almost every chapter of your life.
life pulled the two of you onto different paths. melanie moved from philly, started modeling, traveling more, building a life that looked like something straight out of a magazine. she met photographers, influencers, athletes, musicians, people whose names suddenly became regular conversation. before she left for fiji, your time together became harder to come by, schedules constantly clashing as her career picked up speed. you treasured every moment you managed to steal together because they seemed to become fewer with each passing month.
you were proud of her. god, you were so unbelievably proud. but pride and jealousy made for a cruel combination.
you hated how easily people gravitated toward her, hated that strangers got to know the version of melanie you used to have all to yourself. they got her spontaneous road trips, her sleepy morning voice, the laugh that only came out when she found something genuinely funny. they got pieces of her that once belonged to you.
selfishly, you missed being the first person she'd look for whenever something exciting happened. you missed spending entire afternoons together with nowhere to be, when the two of you could lose track of time without either of you checking the clock. somewhere along the way, life stopped slowing down long enough for moments like that.
and somehow, despite all the distance, despite all the men who came and went, despite every reminder that she'd probably never look at you the way you looked at her, your feelings refused to leave.
if anything, they only grew heavier.
so now you sat waiting for her flight to land, rehearsing the same comforting words you'd always given her, preparing yourself to help mend another broken heart that you secretly wished had been yours to protect from the very beginning.
it was a cruel kind of love, wanting nothing more than to see her happy while knowing the person you wished she'd choose would probably never even cross her mind.
melanie had never given you a reason to think she liked girls. not once in all the years you'd spent tangled together growing up. not during sleepovers where she'd steal your hoodies because they smelled like home, not when she'd absentmindedly hold your hand crossing busy streets or curl into your side during movie nights until the two of you inevitably fell asleep. she'd always been affectionate, always effortlessly close, and you had spent years convincing yourself that it was simply who she was.
watching her kiss kayda through a television screen felt like the air had been pulled straight from your lungs. you tried to tell yourself it didn't mean anything. it was a challenge. reality television thrived on shocking moments, and if there was one thing everyone knew about melanie, it was that she'd do almost anything to win. she'd always been ridiculously competitive. still, logic couldn't silence the tiny, selfish part of you that whispered the same impossible thought over and over. i wish it had been me.
the thought settled heavily in your chest, making you feel guilty the second it appeared. you hated yourself for it. hated that jealousy had somehow found its way into a moment that wasn't yours. hated that after years of burying your feelings beneath the safety of friendship, one meaningless kiss had unraveled everything you'd worked so hard to keep hidden. because if melanie really did like girls, maybe she had never looked at you that way. or maybe she had. not knowing somehow hurt even more.
the sharp click of the front door unlocking pulled you from your thoughts, making your heart leap into your throat. you quickly pushed yourself off the kitchen island stool, smoothing invisible wrinkles from your shirt before taking one last glance around the apartment.
her favorite snacks covered the counter, every candy she'd ever claimed she couldn't live without stacked beside takeout from her favorite restaurant. blankets were folded neatly on the couch with a lineup of comfort movies already waiting to be played. streamers hung from nearly every doorway, balloons floated lazily against the ceiling, and a large "welcome back" banner stretched across the kitchen island lights. it had taken nearly two hours to put everything together, every balloon you blew up and every decoration you taped to the wall your own quiet attempt at making coming home feel a little less overwhelming. after weeks of watching her laugh, cry, and slowly unravel from thousands of miles away, you wanted the first thing she saw to remind her that she was loved, even if she never knew just how deeply.
the apartment door swung open, and melanie froze the second she stepped inside. her suitcase slipped from her fingers with a quiet thud before her eyes landed on you. exhaustion softened every feature on her face, yet the surprise shining in her eyes made your chest ache. without thinking twice, she crossed the room and threw her arms around you, holding you so tightly it nearly stole your breath as she buried her face into the crook of your neck.
you wrapped your arms around her instinctively, careful not to hold her quite as tightly as you wanted to. if you let yourself, you weren't sure you'd ever be able to let go. she melted against you with a tired sigh, the kind that sounded like weeks of bottled up emotions finally finding somewhere safe to land.
"god, i’m so tired," she mumbled against your neck.
your throat tightened as your hand gently rubbed slow circles across her back. you'd spent weeks imagining what this moment would feel like, replaying countless reunions in your head while she was halfway across the world. somehow, none of them compared to the reality of finally having her in your arms again.
when she finally stepped back, you couldn't help but really look at her. she looked different, not because she'd changed, but because the experience had left little traces behind. there was a quiet exhaustion beneath her eyes that hadn't been there before, a softness replacing some of the confidence she'd left with. despite everything she'd gone through, she was still painfully beautiful.
her gaze slowly wandered around the apartment, taking in the decorations, the food spread across the counter, the balloons floating overhead, and the movies waiting on the television. you watched every flicker of emotion cross her face, suddenly worried that maybe you'd gone too far, that perhaps all of this was too much.
"you... like it?" you asked with a nervous smile that betrayed far more than you intended.
she looked back at you, and for a long moment she simply stared. there was something unreadable in her expression, something that made your heart race because you couldn't tell what she was thinking. before you had the chance to spiral, she closed the distance between you once more, wrapping her arms around you again. this hug was slower, softer, almost lingering. then she leaned back just enough to press a featherlight kiss against your cheek.
it was innocent. a simple gesture of gratitude. yet your heart refused to understand the difference, pounding so hard you were certain she could hear it. warmth bloomed beneath your skin where her lips had touched, and you silently prayed she couldn't see the way your face betrayed you.
"i love it," she whispered, her smile finally reaching her eyes. "i really needed this after everything."
you smiled back, hoping it looked steadier than it felt. because she had no idea that every balloon hanging above your heads, every snack waiting on the counter, every movie you'd carefully picked out had been your own quiet love letter to her. standing only inches away from the girl you'd spent years pretending not to love somehow hurt even more than watching that kiss in fiji, because now she was finally home, close enough to hold, and you still couldn't find the courage to tell her that she'd always been the one person your heart had chosen.
the silence between you stretched, thick and heavy with everything you weren't saying. melanie didn't move away; instead, she leaned in a fraction more, her scent, something like vanilla and the crisp outdoor air, filling your lungs until you felt dizzy. she looked up at you, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your hairs stand.
"all this for me?" she whispered, her voice soft and slightly raspy.
you nodded, your throat feeling tight. "i wanted it to be perfect."
she let out a soft, shaky breath and reached out, her fingertips grazing your wrist. it was a tiny touch, barely there, but it felt like a bolt of electricity shooting straight to your core. you shivered, and you knew she felt it. her hand slid up your arm, slow and deliberate, her palm warm against your skin. the air in the room seemed to vanish, leaving you in a vacuum where the only thing that existed was the heat radiating between your bodies.
melanie stepped closer, closing the final inch of space. her chest brushed against yours, the soft fabric of her shirt rubbing against you, and you could feel the steady, rapid thrum of her heart matching your own. she didn't kiss you, not yet, but she tilted her head, her lips hovering just a breath away from yours. you could feel the warmth of her exhale on your skin, a teasing promise that made your stomach flip.
"i missed you," she murmured, her voice dropping. "more than i can actually put into words."
you finally broke, your hand finding the small of her back and pulling her against you. a small, needy sound escaped her throat, and she melted into your embrace, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. you stayed like that for a moment, just breathing each other in, the tension coiled tight.
when she finally shifted, it wasn't to pull away. she pressed her forehead against yours, her eyelashes fluttering. "is this okay?" she breathed, her lips grazing yours with every word.
"more than okay," you whispered back.
she shifted her grip, her hand sliding up to cup your jaw, her thumb tracing the line of your lower lip. the touch was agonizingly slow, a torture of anticipation that had you aching. then, she pressed her lips to yours, not a full kiss, but a tentative, searching press that tasted of longing and years of unspoken words. it was soft, almost hesitant, but as you groaned and pressed back into her, the kiss deepened, turning from a question into a desperate, hungry answer.
“mela...” you breathed as you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, your forehead resting against hers while your arms stayed wrapped tightly around her waist. your heart pounded so hard it almost hurt, terrified that if you let go for even a second, the moment would disappear and you'd wake up to find none of it had been real. your eyes searched hers, desperate for certainty, for something to quiet the years of wondering and wanting that had lived silently between you. “...do you really want this?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
melanie didn't hesitate, not for a second. being away from you had only forced her to sit with feelings she'd spent far too long trying to ignore. every day apart made her realize how empty everything else felt without you beside her. she had spent so much time searching for something that would make sense of the ache she'd been carrying, someone who understood the quiet parts of her without needing an explanation. somewhere along the way, she realized she had already found that person. it had always been you.
“i want this. i want you,” she murmured, the words leaving her with a certainty that surprised even her. her hand rose carefully, fingertips brushing a loose curl away from your face before tucking it gently behind your ear, lingering there just long enough to savor how close you were. her gaze drifted to your lips before meeting your eyes again, ready to latch onto them.
this time there was no hesitation or questions asked. your lips met and moved in sync, deepening with every moan and hum that escaped the two of you.
you took the initiative, guiding her toward the couch. sitting her down before straddling her lap and kissing her again with a hunger that bordered on desperation. you needed more and you could tell you weren't alone. the way melanie's hands shamelessly roamed over your curves, grabbing your ass and pulling you flush against her, earned a sharp whimper from your throat.
the heat between you was suffocating in the best way. you broke the kiss, trailing your lips down her neck and collarbone, leaving a path of wet heat that made her arch her back. you felt her breath hitch as you slid off her lap, your knees hitting the carpet as you moved between her legs.
melanie let out a shaky exhale, her fingers tangling in your hair as you slid off her linen pants and pushed her thighs wide. you didn't make her wait. you leaned in, your breath hot against her inner thigh before you pressed your face directly into her clothed heat. the scent of her was intoxicating, a mix of arousal and skin that drove you wild.
you pulled her panties to the side and started slow, your tongue swirling around her clit in slow, teasing circles. melanie gasped, her hips jerking upward instinctively. you groaned against her, the sound muffled by her folds, and began to lick her with long and firm strokes.
you wanted her to feel everything. wanted her to know exactly what she had been missing by keeping you at arms length. increasing the pace, your tongue working her over with a rhythmic, aggressive pressure. you licked deep into her folds, tasting her sweetness, before returning to the center to drive her over the edge.
she was shaking now, her thighs trembling against your ears. feeling her clench around your fingers, she let out a piercing scream as she peaked. she shuddered violently, her pussy pulsing around your fingers while you continued to suck her clit until she went limp, breathless and completely spent.
you pulled back, looking up at her. she looked wrecked, her eyes glazed and her lips parted. there was no mention of friendship.
"please," melanie whispered, her voice hoarse from the orgasm. she reached for you, fingers trembling as they brushed your thigh. "let me taste you and make you feel what you just did to me. please.”
shaking your head, already sliding your hands up her thighs. "no. this is enough for me. watching you fall apart like that is all i need."
you pressed her down again, mouth finding her neck. "let me take care of you.”
melanie let out a frustrated whimper but melted when your tongue traced her collarbone. her hands stayed in your hair, pulling you closer even as she begged one last time. "just once. please."
you answered by sucking a mark into her skin and sliding your fingers back inside her. you were not going to let this moment end.
taglist: @redemptioninthe4ethers @jermajestysbaby @michcarrillo02-blog @invinor @strawberrykittymp3 @saintwrld @youluvyanni @melaninjoys @0ffth3walll @mikedotorg @uh444 @j3nnyluvscupc4k3s @kissmethrudaphone @maczken @areaniee @fawn4u1nonly @princesspluuto @nistxrr @faiology
titsay
dailybridgerton
annaxmalina
yousharknotpass
izzy806
gummygunk
