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Revelations: Part Nine

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: You and Jessie talk in the morning. As complicated as things are, months of loss and unspoken feelings come to the surface.

Warnings: G!P smut. A lot of it. Marathon sex. Penetrative sex, fingering, hand job, clit play, oral (r giving and receiving), slight edging, mindbreak, mutual masturbation, cockwarming, shower sex, language.

A/N: Jessie and Reader have a lot of feelings to get out. For everyone asking for G!P smut in this series; here it is - and more!

You shifted slightly as a muffled sound filtered into your consciousness. You blinked slowly, wincing slightly at the sun filtering in between the slats of the blinds and your mind registered the sound of the shower running.

Your vision cleared immediately and you sat up as memories of last night rushed back. Throwing the blanket off you got out of bed and opened your door to peek out.

Your eyes fell to the vacant couch. With Jessie not being there, you stepped out further. She'd neatly folded the blanket you'd given her and set the pillow on top.

Your gaze shifted to the bathroom door, hearing Jessie move around in the shower.

You told her you'd talk this morning. And say what exactly? You did not expect last night's events to take place. When you picture what might be a standard, drunken ex showing up in an emotional state, Jessie was not what you pictured. However, that's just what happened.

And you didn't know how to feel about it. All you knew was you had to admit that you were glad she was still here this morning.

The shower stopped. The sudden quiet drew you from your thoughts and you felt your heartbeat pick up subtly. You turned on your heel and retreated to your bedroom to get changed for the day.

By the time you heard the door to the bathroom open you were in the kitchen starting to make a light breakfast.

You waited until you heard her approach before you turned to face her.

You couldn't help how your eyes did a quick scan up and down her body. She was back in her training gear and held your change of clothes in a carefully folded pile. Her hair was down and wet, but her curls were still fully present. She looked less worn than yesterday.

She wore a tight smile and her gaze flit away shortly after meeting yours.

"Morning," you said as you leaned back against the counter.

"Morning," Jessie returned, ducking her head slightly though she tried to offer you a renewed smile. Her cheeks were flushing pink already.

"Can I get you something to drink? Anything to eat?" You asked, hoping to set her slightly more at ease.

"Oh, uh, no - I don't want to be more of a bother," she said through a bashful smile. You gave her a look.

"You're fine, Jess," you told her gently before growing a bit more firm. "You should eat and drink something. How do you feel anyway?"

"Oh, I feel fine," she assured you with a series of nods. She tapered off, idly scratching the back of her head as her gaze drifted away nervously. "I drank lots of water. The shower helped."

"Well, that's good," you said as you took a bite of your toast. The toaster went off, another two pieces popping up. You nodded to them. "Those are yours."

Her curious eyes shifted over to said pieces and she looked back at you as if to verify. You nodded again and she proceeded with a small smile.

"Thanks."

You sat on the couch in front of the coffee table, eating quietly and sipping your water. You watched her as she tentatively found her way around your kitchen - still seeming to vaguely recall how you'd set it up when she moved you in. She eventually turned around and stood with her plate and glass of water.

You looked to the spot next to you. "You can sit down." She accepted with a nod.

"I'm so, so sorry about last night," she launched in, suddenly imploring and not even feigning touching her food or drink. "I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe I did that to you."

You set down your glass and studied her briefly.

"What are you sorry about?" You clarified. She seemed taken aback.

"Well, um, showing up unannounced. And, you know, drunk. Though not that drunk," she quickly added pointedly. "But, yeah. You asked for space and boundaries and...well. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shown up like that and uninvited."

You exhaled quietly while you sat back. "Are you sorry about any of the things you said?" She stammered and you added with a wry laugh. "If you remember them, that is."

"Of course I remember," she said, not fully masking how affronted that made her. She crossed her arms, meeting your challenge.

"I'm not sorry. I guess I should be. That'd be the easy thing to say. 'I was drunk - I don't remember. Forget it.' But that's not the case," she said steadily, her posture relaxing slightly. "Some people get drunk and their innate needs or wants come to the surface." She took a breath and met your gaze. "I kept thinking about you. Missing you - which is nothing new. And I guess I just thought...fuck it. One more shot."

A beat passed. You prompted her.

"And?"

She frowned at you slightly, now reaching out to swirl the water in her glass distractedly. She forced herself to look back up at you though.

"And...even if I made a total fucking fool of myself, I'm still grateful I got to see you." She released a quiet breath and turned towards you further. "I'm still in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long. Last night was no different. This morning is no different. The context between us - or, our relationship. Or lack thereof," she added flatly, "has changed, but my feelings for you haven't."

She sighed softly, shoulders rounding out slightly. "I guess I should be over you. Like you're over me. But," she averted her gaze and paused to swallow, "I'm not."

"I went about things all wrong before," she confessed as she shifted on the couch and she sought your eyes. "I kept you so far removed at the beginning. I lied. I kept things from you. And it made it that much harder for you. I did it for my own misguided benefit. Thinking I could control things, but I was wrong. And truthfully, there was so much shit to sort out - to navigate - it would've been horrible for you in any scenario, but it must've been so much harder feeling like Sara was taking your place. She never, ever was. She never could. It's always been you and it still is.

"I was so afraid to push you. To rock the boat or make things harder, that I think I ultimately ended up pushing you away instead. Isolating you. Making you feel alone. When that's the last thing I wanted.

"I go over and over everything in my head. For months now. Thinking about how I could've taken better care of you. Prioritized you more - in ways that mattered to you, translated for you. I'm so sorry. I'm not real big on regrets. But not taking better care of you and not loving you better during that time, that's something I'll always regret. I know why you had to leave. I don't blame you. And even if I can't seem to move on - I think about my future and I still see you - I genuinely wish you the best. Even if it doesn't seem like it. I said you deserve all the happiness in the world, and I meant it." She swallowed, eyes glistening. "Even if it's not with me."

You listened quietly, observing her mannerisms. Jessie was always such an interesting mix of vulnerable and reserved. She didn't necessarily mask her upset well all the time - she was sensitive and those around her knew it. But that didn’t mean she freely expressed it either. She was prone to getting quiet. Withdrawing. Frankly, she was a stonewaller. Ask anyone who’d known her long enough.

Yet, for some reason, she'd always bared her heart and soul to you. Even now. Even though she seemed convinced that you no longer reciprocated her feelings. You could see the certainty and acceptance in her eyes that she was going to get hurt. Despite it all, she opened herself up anyway.

You’d spent months trying every which way to push her from your mind. To lay your relationship to rest and move on. There were other connections you were building and exploring - people who would be considered catches in any other reality, yet sitting here next to Jessie you couldn’t deny your feelings for her.

You missed her too. You still loved her too.

And in this moment, you were tired of pretending you didn’t.

So you caved. You reached up and rest your hand on her cheek. Her eyes closed right away and she melted into your touch. When she opened her eyes you held her gaze, looking at one another for several seconds.

You searched her eyes, her face - every feature, every freckle, every line. For the first time in so long, truly looking at her. No pretending to look away, no stolen glances, just looking at this woman who held such a special place in your heart and soul. This woman who could anchor and ground you with her presence alone.

Time hadn’t diminished the warmth and connection you felt.

She watched you, unmoving and patient as you decided what to do. Whether you were going to let her in or not.

You looked into her eyes and it felt like home.

You leaned in and met her in a slow, lingering kiss. You both inhaled deeply as your lips made contact. You both sat motionless in the moment, relishing the contact until you both had to pull back, breathless from just one kiss.

A shiver ran through you and goosebumps peppered your skin. So unlike any of the other kisses you’d had in recent months. You felt lighter already.

Her stare was intense, but you felt safe in it. Her quiet intensity always pulled you in and made the hairs on your skin stand up with how overwhelming it could be, but in the best way possible. You loved it. And you missed it.

You leaned in for another kiss - this one harder, deeper. Her hand came to your waist. Her touch - even something as simple as this - the weight of her touch, the feel of her fingers, felt electric and left you wanting more.

You pulled yourself closer to her, releasing a small moan as her grip on you tightened. That moan shifted everything. It released the flood gates and all of the hesitation and uncertainty from before was swept away.

She pulled you onto her lap, eliciting another moan from you. Your arms wrapped around the back of her neck, your hands ran through her hair, down her neck, across her chest. You needed to feel her and with the way her hands caressed your hips, your thighs, your neck, she felt the same.

When her fingers snuck up under your shirt and made contact with your bare skin for the first time, you let out a needy moan. She breathed heavily into the kiss and pulled you tighter against her. It wasn’t long before you felt her growing firm underneath you.

“Fuck, Jess,” you whispered - a soft gasp escaping her and her fingers dug into your hips. You began to grind yourself down onto her burgeoning hardness.

She was breathless already, breaking the kiss, head falling back as her eyes rolled up to the ceiling before she refocused and latched onto your neck.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” she said. Her words spurred your hands to wander across her body further.

“I’d like to find out,” you returned as you gripped her hair and fully ground down onto the bulge growing firmer underneath your heat.

“Christ,” she said as she tucked her head further into the crook of your neck. She exhaled gruffly, rocking her hips up into you and nipped at your neck. “Y/N,” she breathed as her hand tenderly caressed the side of your neck before dragging downwards in need.

“Jesus, Jess,” you panted as your core began to throb with each touch of her straining cock pressing through your clothes.

She growled deep in her chest and gave a particularly firm roll of her hips, the friction causing you to throw your head back at the sensation.

“I could hear you say my name all day,” she said.

“Fuck. I want you,” you confessed as you rode her lap. A subtle moan worked its way up your throat as her fingers dug into the small of your back.

“God, I want you too,” she nearly whined, her head switching sides and tending to the other side of your neck while her hands wandered, her thumbs now running along the crease of your thighs. You released a needy, shuddering breath as she began to undo your pants with one hand.

“Do you - do you have a…,” she trailed off, her inquiry hanging in the air. You opened your eyes

“You don’t need it,” you told her. Her kisses ceased and her head snapped up. “I’m on birth control,” you explained.

You could see her haze lifting and the wheels in her head beginning to turn rapidly. Your whole relationship you’d never gone on it. You’d used protection and been careful, but there was always an understanding that if something were to happen, you’d navigate it together.

“I’ve been safe still," you tacked on. "But I’m on it as an extra precaution.” An almost rueful smirk tugged at your lips. “That’s the absolute last thing I need right now. I’m really not interested in taking that risk with anyone else.”

You were broken up. You didn’t owe her anything. Yet you felt like you’d betrayed her in some way by being with others. Trepidation crept up your chest and into your throat as you waited for her reaction.

She visibly swallowed and a heavy frown settled on her face while she studied you.

“I know you mentioned dating apps,” she started, eyes momentarily unfocused before she met your gaze. “You’re seeing someone,” she said, tone undistinguishable. She dropped eye contact for a second before locking onto you again. “How serious is if it?” She asked tentatively, afraid of the answer.

You couldn’t help but snicker. It just seemed like such a silly question in this moment as the months of effort, discipline and restraint rapidly unraveled.

Wasn't it obvious as you sat here in her arms that there could never truly be anyone else.

Still, she tensed up under you and you saw a flash of hurt cross her features. You went on gently.

“Clearly not.” You held her gaze, feeling a deep seated need to reassure her. You caressed the side of her face. “It’s casual at best.”

She observed you quietly, her eyes searching yours. You waited patiently. Her eyes soon fell to your lips and she surged forward, capturing you in a hard, heated kiss that sparked a soft gasp from you.

She kissed you deeper still, her arms wrapping tightly around you and pulling you close as she shifted her hips up into you again. You moaned softly as her hands snuck up under your shirt once more, this time removing it altogether and she hungrily began to kiss down your chest as she unclasped and discarded your bra in a couple of quick motions.

"Oh my God," you gasped as she drew your nipple into her mouth. You arched your back into her and she moaned in response while massaging your other breast. You rocked your hips against her hardness, completely impatient and done with the barriers between you. "I need you," you told her desperately as your dragged your nails down the back of her neck.

She began to undo your pants again and you swiftly stood up off of her to take care of it yourself, but to also signal to her to get undressed. Your eyes immediately fell to the prominent bulge in her pants and your core honest to god pulsed at the sight.

She kept her eyes trained on you as she hurriedly took off her clothes and you did the same. A shameless moan hummed in your throat as she pushed her boxer briefs down and her cock stood proudly with need and desire.

Jesus Christ. You'd missed her. You'd missed her cock, too. The way she looked at you. The way her breath felt on your skin. You missed all of this.

You felt dazed and flushed already as you climbed back onto her lap, her hands meeting you readily. Despite the near-frenzy, you felt a wave of comfort and safety under her touch amongst everything else.

She held your gaze as she positioned her cock at your entrance. You half anticipated her to ask for permission, but instead her other hand came up to the back of your neck and pulled you into for a searing kiss. You sank down onto her length and your jaw fell slack at the sensation of her filling you up. A high moan fell from your lips and she gasped in return as her fingers dug into your skin.

"Oh God," Jessie said in a breathy, trembling voice as she now held you in place. You looked down to see her eyes slammed shut, her mouth agape and her shoulders rounded out. "Oh my God," she repeated as she slowly began to blink through her haze. "You feel so incredible." She bit her bottom lip as her eyes raked down your body and she encouraged you to start moving again. "I've missed you so much," she declared with a slow shake of her head.

"I've missed you, too," you reciprocated as you slowly rose up on her length. Though she filled you so well, between her precum and your wetness, the motion was easy with how aroused you were. Your eyes fell shut as the head of her cock stretched your entrance out just that much more. You released a shuddering breath as you slowly sank down on her again.

"Holy fuck, Jess," you whispered as you began to set a rhythm, "you feel so amazing inside of me."

She growled and leaned back further to devour you with her eyes while her hands held your waist securely and helped you moved up and down on her length.

"Jesus Christ, I'm gonna cum already," she forced out as she let her head fall back against the couch and she blinked several times to try and maintain her resolve. "You're so fucking good."

A brief flash of Sara entered your mind, but it disappeared just as quickly. A very vague awareness formed in your mind that this would've haunted you and made this moment impossible months ago. Instead, though, you felt connected. Things felt intimate. You felt desired. Loved. Like you were the only one for her.

"So cum for me," you said easily as your hand came up to caress the side of her neck and urge her to look at you. You smiled at the aching moan that rumbled beneath your palm.

Her lips were parted and her cheeks were red as she glanced down to where her cock pumped in and out of you as you rode her.

"Can I...-" she asked as she looked up at you.

"Cum inside me," you said as you leaned down to capture her lips in another kiss.

She groaned into the kiss and wrapped an arm firmly around your waist. She broke the kiss to lock eyes with you as she began to flex her hips, now fully meeting your thrusts and then-some. The sound of your skin against hers now permeated the room and you tossed your head back as she pumped into you.

A few strokes later you felt her fingers dig into your skin yet again as her hips began to stutter against you, until she buried herself deep and held herself there with a tight moan.

"Oh shit. Fuck," she panted while she rut into you a couple more times as she finished spilling herself inside of you. She breathed heavy, gaze unfixed as she pulled back from the embrace slightly. "I'm sorry, I-"

You cut her off, embracing her again and continuing to rise and fall on her cock.

"Oh fuck," she said, voice wavering as she blew out a breath but began to kiss your chest anew.

You steadily rode her and she bit her lips together and rest her forehead against your chest, rolling her head against you from side to side in a daze. It was only a few moments before she wrapped her arms around you more fully again and began to meet your pace.

"You make me hard so fast," she said in awe as she pumped into you. She allowed her hands to wander across you in admiration. "God, I love you. I missed you so much."

You looked down at her with hooded eyes. You felt dizzy with emotion and need.

"Why don't you show me how much," you said.

Her eyes snapped up to you and your challenge slowly registered in her mind. You could see the look in her eyes shift as realization dawned on her.

In a flash, she had you flipped onto your back on the couch cushions, your head towards the arm of it. She had one knee on the couch, nudging your legs apart while her other foot was rooted to the floor.

She looked at you with dark, lustful eyes as she positioned herself at your entrance once more before plunging inside your slick tunnel, eliciting an immediate high-pitched moan from you. She muffled it with an urgent, needy kiss.

While it was measured before, she was now thrusting powerfully into you, her hand braced against the arm of the couch as she plowed you into the cushions. Nearly each thrust sparked a clipped moan from you as she angled her hips in just the right way to send pulsating waves of pleasure through your body.

"I've missed you so much, you don't even know," she now said through nearly-grit teeth in your ear as she flexed overtop of you. You clawed at the back of her arms as you writhed beneath her, your legs opened as widely for her as possible, inviting her in even more.

"Oh God, Jess. You fuck me so good. Oh my God," you chanted as your hands palmed her body desperately as you tried to ground yourself amidst your rapidly building pleasure. You gasped, trying to catch your breath.

Her thrusts were relentless and oh so good. Her skin clapped against yours and the wet sounds of her length pumping in and out of your heat filled your ears.

"Hear how much I missed you," you said.

Her muscles tensed up under your touch as she let out a small growl before rocking even deeper and stronger into you. You didn't even notice the sounds of the couch subtly scraping across the floor with each thrust until a loud crash echoed through the room as the lamp on the side table hit the ground. You were so wrapped up in her and what she was doing to you that you didn't even flinch.

"I'll buy you a new one," she muttered not missing a beat and kissed you hungrily. Your only response was another wanton moan and your hands coming to her firm ass and gripping her while you rocked up to meet her thrusts.

She repeatedly hit your sweet spot and that tight coiling sensation was reaching its peak. A sheen of sweat was on her skin - her face, her shoulders, her back as she took you unequivocally and emphatically. She broke the kiss and grunted softly in your ear as she moved powerfully above you.

"So fucking good," you praised as you dragged your nails up her back. You panted in need and clung tightly to her. "I love the way you feel."

You bit your lip hard and threw your head back with a high-pitched moan. "I'm gonna cum," you told her. She held her pace steady, but dipped her head down to kiss your neck, pulling yet another gasp out of you.

"Oh fuck," you whimpered as you began to constrict and pulse around her.

"Mm, I love the way you cum on my cock," she whispered as she continued to pump into you. "Feels so good," she panted and a few strokes later she released a muffled moan and you managed to open your eyes in the midst of your orgasm to see her arching above you as she came inside you again.

"Oh my god," you breathed as you started to come down from your high and she collapsed on top of you. You were kissing her right away, slow and languid, yet still yearning for more. "I love you, Jess," you told her as you caressed the side of her neck. She stilled, breath catching, and she looked at you.

"You don't have to say it," she said quietly, though it was plainly obvious how much it would crush her if you took it back.

You felt centered, calm, at ease. This moment so many months ago would've had your pulse racing, anxiety building, bile rising up your throat despite how much you really did love her.

You didn't feel torn this time.

"I love you so much," you repeated as you brought her in for another slow kiss before releasing her. She watched you quietly, opening her mouth to speak before stopping. You smiled at her reassuringly and she accepted with a small smile of her own.

There was so much to talk about. Still so much to unpack. Loving each other was never the issue, but you had to admit this felt different. You felt a peace you didn't before.

Yet, as you laid here entangled in each other's embrace, you both silently committed to keeping the outside world separate. You loved and missed one another and in this space - in this vacuum - you could indulge in that with no shame, no worries. You could just love each other and be together in this moment while you had the chance.

"I adore you, Jess," you told her unwaveringly. "I love you and I always have."

Emotion crossed her face and she laced the fingers of one hand with yours before kissing you deeply. You squeezed her hand and your other instinctually came up to caress her sculpted back.

She began to kiss down your neck, your chest, your torso, until she was at the juncture between your hips and thighs. Your chest rose heavily in anticipation and you watched her as she sat back onto her knees for a moment, hands massaging into your thighs, the crease. Her thumb gently came to rest on your clit before spreading your lips, sticky with her cum and yours, apart.

"Fuck, baby, you look so incredible with my cum dripping out of you," she said in awe, her eyes transfixed.

The statement made you wet all over again, but her calling you 'baby' made your chest twinge in the best way possible and you wanted more.

She released a quick, gruff exhale as her hands pushed up your body in a rush and you let out a yelp and a giggle as she effortlessly maneuvered you so you were sitting up on the couch again, legs spread as she settled onto the floor between them. She gave you a smirk.

"I love being on my knees for you," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You bit your lip and ran your hands up your face and through your hair. You could feel a blush coming on and you just shook your head affectionately at her.

"You're so sexy, you know that, right?" You asked with a light laugh.

She smirked further holding your gaze and gave a faint shrug of a shoulder as she placed her hands on the inside of your knees and gently pushed your legs further apart. She dipped her head down and began to lay slow, lingering kisses up your thighs.

"The way I'm hard for you again already, I'd say you're the sexy one," she said, her tongue flicking out now and then to tease your skin.

She reached under your thighs and gave one strong tug, pulling you to the edge of the cushions as she settled in. You could feel her nose brush against the uppermost part of your thighs and you could feel her warm breath on you.

Your shoulders were rising and falling in anticipation and you belatedly realized you were kneading your hands into the cushions.

She tilted her head slightly and laid a faint, delicate kiss on one of your lower lips, before tilting to the other side and doing the same there. You breathed harder.

A light gasp fell from your mouth as you felt her tongue softly reach out, tracing patiently up along one lip, bypassing your clit before coming down on the other side. She drew light, teasing circles around your entrance before trailing gently upwards, taking her time, tasting you as she went. She traced all around your clit with a soft, fleeting touch before giving a flick of her tongue across you. Your body stiffened and your hands balled into fists.

She chuckled softly and laid her tongue back onto you more firmly this time.

Her head bobbed now and then as she attentively and patiently worshipped your pussy with her mouth. You melted into the couch as she licked, sucked, and nipped at you while she moaned into your heat, letting you know she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Your fingers ran through her hair, digging into her crown now and then and gripping her hair tightly as she stopped teasing and began to pick up her pace and focus more on your clit.

You let out a throaty moan as she slipped two fingers inside you and curled them upwards.

Soon, that heat and pressure was steadily mounting and you mewled softly as your hips faintly bucked up into her waiting mouth. She remained steadfast, maintaining her pressure and pace.

"Fuck," you gasped, grinding your hips into her face, her hair bundled into your fist. She reached out and grabbed your free hand, lacing your fingers together. She gave you a squeeze and gently thumbed the side of your hand as she brought you ever closer.

Your breath hitched as white hot tension that had been building finally crested and you came on her fingers and all over her face. You felt a rush of liquid as you convulsed and she moaned deeply as she continued to lap you up.

Short, quick gasps shook you but finally slowed as you came down. Her tongue now caressed you languid and flat as she soaked up the last of your arousal.

"That was so amazing," she said as she sat back, eyes bright as she quickly wiped at her chin.

You were still in a daze as you observed her. She wiped at her chin again because it was still slick with your wetness.

"Did I..." you trailed off. Her eyes shone brighter and she nodded in affirmation.

"Oh my god," you mumbled as you began to blush again and avert your gaze. She was up on her knees right away and kissing your cheek.

"Hey, I loved it," she assured you. She let her kiss linger and she lowered her voice. "I love knowing how good I made you feel."

You relaxed, knowing how true it was. You laughed and turned your head to kiss her lips, immediately tasting and smelling yourself on her.

"You have nothing to worry about there," you said with a smirk as you pushed her by the shoulders so she was sitting back. "Now, question is, how good can I make you feel?" You went on as you pushed her further, guiding her onto her back on the floor while you climbed on top of her. She grinned at you, eyes bright all over again as she allowed you to push her down between the couch and coffee table.

"God, you're beautiful," she said as her hands came to your waist as you straddled her thighs, her cock standing tall in front of you. Your hand came to the base and you slowly began to stroke her up and down, still coated and slick with both your juices. She exhaled through her mouth and her eyes shifted to the ceiling briefly.

You released her length and moved so you were sitting on her hips, her cock now behind you. You leaned down and kissed her, angling your hips so your slit brushed against her hardness.

"Mm," she voiced into the kiss as one hand rest on your waist and the other came to your cheek.

"I missed you so much," you whispered. You were repeating yourself, but it was true. You sighed into the kiss. "I feel like I can't get close enough to you."

She inhaled deeply and clutched you tighter. "I know the feeling," she said. She shifted her hips and the thick head of her cock began to nudge at your entrance.

"Ah ah," you said lightly as you shifted forward, the head of her cock losing contact. You kissed her slowly. "I didn't tell you you could."

"Mm," she moaned low in her throat. You smiled into the kiss. You loved when she was desperate for you. And you knew what was to come if you made her wait, which only made it better.

You rocked your hips back, carefully maneuvering yourself so your slick folds were gliding across her tip. You bit the inside of your cheek in satisfaction at how her cock twitched at the contact.

"Please," she said as her hands wandered up your sides and down your chest. "I need you."

"Patience, baby," you said and you hissed in pleasure as her fingers curled in, nails dragging across your skin.

You looked down at her, part of you still in disbelief at all of this. Your body continued, gently grinding your hips against her tip, subtly rubbing your clit back and forth across it. Her face was flushed and her eyes were dark, but brimming with love and adoration.

You didn't want to say too much, but you were so lost in this moment with her. You couldn't stop yourself from telling her, "I need you so much. I love you more than you know."

She released a jagged breath and pulled you down into a hard kiss. She rest her head against your forehead. "Then let me love you," she pleaded.

"I want to," you said breathlessly as your pussy continued to kiss her tip. You gave a more pronounced roll of your hips. "I really want to."

Her breath shuddered once more and her grip was tight on you as she shifted her hips to follow you and meet you. She nudged at your entrance again.

"Please let me," she begged. "I'll take such good care of you."

"I'm always so weak for you," you said in between kisses. She shook her head.

"You're not. There's nothing weak about you," she refuted. "I wish you'd let go. I'll take care of you. I promise."

"I know, baby," you relented though you still rubbed your slickness against her and not granting her entry.

"Let me in," she pleaded softly, voice thin and wanting. "Please. I need you so much. Nothing's the same without you."

"I dream about you, you know," you told her and she released a strained moan. "You don't know how many times I've touched myself thinking about you."

"Fuck, babe," she breathed, sounding almost in pain. "I need you. Please. Please."

You kissed again and you sank down onto her aching member and she let out a shaky moan and tensed up under you. You kissed her deeper.

It only took her a second to catch up and she gripped your hips, her fingers surely turning your skin bloodless and white, before she started to pound up into you with strong, rolling thrusts.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, your body stilling at the sensations that coursed through you with each stroke.

"I swear you were made for me," she panted as she stared at where her cock was filling you up. "Look at you creaming on my cock like this. I know you feel it too, baby."

"Oh my God, Jess," you said as you clutched at her body in desperation, just trying to hold on. At one point you braced yourself with one hand on the coffee table, the other on the couch.

You bit your lip, whining through the pleasure before you couldn’t hold back anymore. As she surged into you from below, your cries echoed off the walls of your apartment.

The sounds of her thrusts, the way you were dripping for her, the primal moans - it overwhelmed your senses and you were soon approaching your peak again.

"Go ahead, baby," she said. "You look so fucking beautiful when you cum." She pressed a hand down towards the base of your pelvis, adding pressure that nearly made you cum right then and there as she plunged deep inside you again.

A mangled whine worked its way up your throat as you came yet again. You head dropped to your chest before you let it fall back and you leaned backwards, your hands gripping her strong thighs - probably painfully tight - she didn't complain.

She came right after you, a clipped grunt escaping her as she buried herself deep inside of you and holding herself there as she emptied inside of you.

Her body relaxed and you collapsed on top of her, her cock still stretching you out.

Neither of you spoke as you both lay there in each other's arms, panting and trying to catch your breath.

It was such a strange mix of sensations - you felt entirely awake. Alive. And yet it also made you realize how tired you were, how little you'd rested in general over the months.

Your eyes were heavy and you just felt at home laying there on her chest with her arms around you. You smiled softly as now and then her fingers absently grazed along your skin and she'd lay a lingering kiss atop your head.

You both laid there, neither caring that you were still on the floor or how much time had passed. She reached up at one point to pull down the blanket she'd neatly folded earlier and laid it out across your back, enveloping you both. She kissed you sweetly as you cuddled in.

At some point her stomach started to growl. You chuckled silently, your body jostling her and she laughed too.

"Guess we should get you a snack," you said.

"You too," she chuckled. "And get you some water."

"You need hydration too," you countered. "Between last night and this morning, you need some serious electrolytes."

"Yes, my love," she said as she kissed your head again. You turned to her at the name and she looked momentarily apprehensive. You kissed her lips, quieting her concern.

"I have to take care of you, too, you know," you said as you pulled yourself upright and groaning lightly at the effort. "Oh my God," you said loudly as you brought a hand to your couch and stared at it. She sat up with a frown and followed your gaze. A slow chuckle came from her and soon turned into a full on laugh.

"My couch!" You exclaimed, though her reaction pulled a laugh out of you as well. "Cum stains on my couch. Are you kidding me?" You said, half-heartedly aghast.

"Don't forget the broken lamp," she said with a pointed nod behind you.

"Jess," you scolded mildly and she laughed fuller before shooting you a look. "Hey, not all of that is me. It's you, too." She gave you a shit-eating grin. "And hey, if you didn't want my cum spilling out of you and onto the couch, you should stop making me cum so hard."

You blew out a breath and gave her a look of warning. "Do not. I'm going to get worked up again. And, yes, I would like some sustenance first."

She laughed quietly and stole a kiss before rising onto her feet. She held out both hands for you and pulled you up with ease.

In another life, you two would've thrown on some clothes and gone about making a snack. But today, you led her to the kitchen, both entirely naked. Today, things were different.

She placed her hands on your waist and hoisted you up onto the counter, setting you gently down. She'd brought the blanket from earlier and wrapped you up in it.

You smirked and pulled her in for a kiss, your legs wrapping around her. The kiss threatened to turn into more and she took a deep, steadying breath and forced herself to pull back.

"Food and water first," she reminded both of you but gave you a charming grin. "Though you are extremely tempting."

Even as Jessie fetched some veggies and fruits out of the fridge and prepped them next to you, you both reached out, longing for contact at every step. Fingers brushing as you handed her a knife. A hand on your thigh as she reached across you to grab a plate. Your leg grazing against her, a tender kiss to your collarbone.

She snuck you bites as she prepped things and you simply watched her, appreciating everything about her. Soon, she was positioned between your legs, plate of snacks next to you on the counter and you both ate in peaceful, easy quiet. She fed you bites, you fed her. It wasn't even always sexual, just soft, caring and intimate.

While any time you two had seen each other the past several months, you'd both determinedly and routinely avoided eye contact. Now, you two couldn't look away from one another. As you picked up food, as you fed each other, your eyes remained locked softly on each other.

Although you did make the mistake of letting your eyes rake down her body at one point and it sent a shiver through you. You picked up a grape and while you held it out for her, you reached with your other hand, grasping her hair lightly and tugging gently, coaxing her to tilt her head back. She grinned and followed your command.

When you popped the grape into her mouth her lips latched around your finger and she sucked lightly on it before giving you an easy wink.

You moaned softly.

That backfired.

She smirked knowingly and soon dipped her head to start kissing her way down your neck. She gently pushed the blanket off your shoulders and continued to lay kisses, slow and teasing, until she reached your chest. You ran your hands through her hair as she kissed you, eventually taking your nipple into her mouth. Her tongue circled it languidly, teeth grazing before she gently tugged on it. She flicked her tongue across it teasingly before fully latching on.

You pressed your hand fully into the back of her head and your breathing slowed and deepened as you could feel yourself beginning to pool again.

She slowly kissed down your stomach, her tongue dipping across your navel before trailing further south.

Soon, her head was between your legs once again. You leaned back, your head resting against the cupboard as she explored you.

"You taste so good, baby," she told you, her voice low and the vibration as she spoke into your pussy made you jolt with pleasure.

You looked down, running your hand through her hair as she ate you out, eyes closed and moaning into your pussy as her tongue and mouth tended to you in just the way you needed.

You gasped softly as messy sounds of her licking up your arousal and swallowing set your nerves on fires. You released her head and clutched the edge of the counter so tightly your skin rubbing across it made a sound. You didn't have to glance down to know your knuckles were white.

Your breath began to quicken and all the telltale signs were there when suddenly the warmth and friction she provided suddenly disappeared. You blinked in confusion, eyes on the ceiling to begin with before you looked down with a deep-set frown. She stood before you wearing a smirk.

"Wha-" you stammered in a daze only to be cut off with a kiss that ended with her taking your lower lip in between her teeth and tugging as she pulled away.

"You made me wait. Now you have to, too," she grinned.

You began to babble again, but she closed the space between you, her hard cock in hand and she set the base of it at the top of your slit. She drew her hips back slowly, her cock running along your clit before she pushed back up, rubbing across it again.

"Mm," she voiced as she pressed down on her cock to add friction as she patiently rocked up and through your folds.

"I don't even know how you're still going," you managed to say with a breathless laugh.

She tucked her head into the crook of your neck and nipped at the sensitive skin there.

"It's what you do to me," she said as she placed both hands on the counter, shoulders flexing as she steadily rubbed her cock over your clit.

"Oh fuck," you breathed as you lifted your hands above you and rest them on your head as you leaned back into the cupboard once more.

She eventually leaned back and held her cock steady as she continued to rub your pussy. Her precum dripped down off her tip and onto your mound, a messy string following the motion of her hips until it eventually stretched and broke.

She stared at how your lips parted and spread around her cock. You stared at her. The way she was watching with such focus and desire added to it all and you climbed your peak quickly once more.

"I want you to cum, baby," you told her as you panted and gripped her arms. "I want to cum together."

"Anything you want," she breathed as she continued to stroke herself against you. Her cheeks were so rosy and her chest visibly rose and fell with each breath as she neared her own climax.

Her eyes fell shut as she began to pump rope after rope of cum onto you - the strings stretching from the top of your clit to just below your navel.

"Oh fuck," she breathed as she jerked herself off onto you. Your own core pulsed at how her cock twitched in her hand with every jet of cum.

Her body fell slack as she finished, her head resting heavy on your shoulder as she braced her hands on the counter.

"My beautiful girl," you said as you caressed her tired body. She shook against you gently with a quiet, appreciative laugh.

You silently reached in between your bodies and felt where she'd spilled herself onto you. You began to massage the cum across your skin and you felt her grow still. A few moments later she pulled back, eyes set on your fingers that played through her strings of cum.

When you were certain you had her attention, you pushed the cum downwards, through your folds and inside of you with two fingers.

You bit back a satisfied smile as her jaw dropped at the action. You rolled your hips into your fingers and you continued to push more of her cum into you.

"Jesus fuck, babe," she said in reverie as she took a few steps back to fully appreciate the view. She retreated until her back was against your kitchen island and she was already stroking her now-soft cock as you continued to play with yourself.

"I should've gone on birth control years ago," you told her. "I've been missing out on you cumming inside me."

She groaned, gaze unwavering and focused on your core as she tugged on her cock.

"God, I want you so bad," she said as she began to stiffen and grow in her hand. "I can't get enough of you."

"Good thing I love spreading my legs for you," you said and a stilted noise got caught in her throat. Your fingers dipped inside you again before withdrawing. Strings of your cum and hers stretched from your entrance to your fingers and you lifted your hand to further observe. You spread your fingers, raising an eyebrow at the film of cum bridging between each digit. "Look at us, baby."

Her eyes devoured you and she began to stroke herself harder and faster. Pre-cum started to drip from the tip of her cock again and you didn't even realize what you were doing before you'd hopped off the counter and closed the distance between you.

She held your gaze, but continued to pump her fist steadily up and down her length.

You didn't break eye contact as you lowered yourself to your knees in front of her. Her lips were already parted as she breathed through her lust, but her jaw fell further and she gave you an appreciative, if disbelieving, shake of her head.

"What are you doing to me?" She laughed lightly as you ran your hands up her thighs.

"Excuse me?" You asked with a glint in your eye. You wrapped your hand around her base and she let go, her fingers grazing against yours as she did. You gave a slow pump up her shaft. She gripped the counter behind her and bit back a moan at that simple action.

"Baby. I was merely offering you some water - some toast - this morning, and now here I am, multiple loads of cum dripping from my pussy and onto the couch, the counter, the floor, while I'm on my knees wanting to please you again."

You reached your tongue out to trail along the underside of her cock and along the bulging vein. Her knees gave for just a second. "So I think it's really more, what are you doing to me?"

To make your point, you held her heady gaze and wrapped your lips around her tip and took her deeper into your mouth.

"Oh fuck," she breathed, eyes snapping up to the ceiling and she had to lean heavily on the counter.

You loved how she came undone when you sucked her off - anytime she came undone, really - but in this moment you felt even more compelled to make sure she felt as good as she possibly could. To remind her that you adored her, wanted her, and you knew how to give her what she needed.

As much as you loved when she tended to you, you also loved and cherished being the one who she let tend to her.

The head of her cock nudged the back of your throat as you urged her to another climax. You adored the way her hand came to the back of your head. It was strange - you often hated that gesture with others, but you craved it from her. It felt like she was claiming you in some way.

After so many rounds, it wasn't that long until she gripped your hair in her fist and spilled herself down your throat with a low grunt. Her chest heaved up and down for air as she leaned back heavily against the counter, barely holding herself up. You slowly continued to suck her off until she softened, her cock giving one final twitch on your tongue.

She collapsed onto the floor, her head falling against the wall of the kitchen island with a dull thud. You smiled softly as you kissed her shoulder and then her cheek before you sat back and just took her in. She was thoroughly spent, her eyes heavy and dazed as she tried to watch you, but had trouble keeping them open.

Your gaze fell to the bruises and cuts on her legs from training and hard-fought matches. You leaned down, laying soft, tender kisses on each cut and each bruise.

"You know I hate when you get hurt," you said gently as your thumb gingerly caressed a cut across her knee. When you looked up she was watching you with such love and affection.

"I love you," she said as she tugged on your arm, guiding you to sit between her legs with your back spooned up against her. She wrapped her arms around your middle and kissed your shoulder. You reached up a hand behind you to caress the back of her head and she turned into your touch, kissing the inside of your wrist tenderly.

"Just a sec," you told her as you delicately extracted yourself from her embrace and stood.

"Hey," she said in blatant disappointment. You gave her a quick smile.

"I'll be right back," you told her exaggeratedly with a chuckle. You grabbed refills of water and the still half-full plate of food and returned exactly where you were before. "We got distracted," you teased.

She laughed, your body moving with hers as she did so.

"I guess we did," she conceded as you both drank and finished the food.

Again, after you'd finished, you sat comfortably together as the day ticked on. Her chin resting on your shoulder, or you leaning back against her as you rested. You were just content to be with one another and appreciate each other's presence.

You sighed at one point, relaxing in her embrace, your head tucked under her chin.

"You're my favourite person, you know," you said. She squeezed you tightly, the hug lasting several seconds and she lay a long kiss on your crown before she loosened her embrace again.

"You're mine too," she said.

In time, she massaged your neck and shoulders.

"Mmm, that's so good," you said as you melted into her touch. A lazy chuckle worked its way up your throat. "But my hips probably need it more."

"Shit, I'm sorry," she said as she shifted her attention and began to gently knead your hips.

"You don't need to apologize," you said as you closed your eyes under her touch. "At all. I lost track of how many times you made me orgasm, but you really don't need to apologize." A beat passed and you quickly added. "And I'm not saying 'no' to more either."

"You're insatiable," she teased as her strong fingers rounded your hips and followed the dip down towards your core. She snickered. "This is a dangerous massage to give."

"Yeah?" You asked, knowing full well what effect it would have on her, especially as you shifted your ass against her, feigning trying to get comfortable.

"Mhmm," she said simply as her hands continued to wander.

"Well you can't possibly have more in you," you said. Realistically, that would be more than fair. You bit your lip as her grip subtly tightened on you.

"You'd be surprised," she said as she moved your hair aside and began to kiss the nape of your neck. Your fingers dug into her thighs and you shifted against her once more.

"Jesus, baby," she said. "If you want a break you're going to have to stop moving like that."

You grinned, knowing she couldn't see it. "Like what?" You asked innocently as you shifted again, now feigning needing to look over your shoulder at her. You could feel her starting to grow firm against your back.

She exhaled heavily, her breath tickling the back of your neck and causing your core to throb.

"You know what you're doing," she muttered and began to sensually kiss up and down the back of your neck again.

"And so do you," you retorted and she rolled her hips against you in response.

"See?" You laughed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she murmured as she trailed kisses along the back of your shoulder and now reached a hand up to massage your breasts while the other now grazed your clit.

"So I guess you don't want me to help with this at all," you challenged as you moved, reaching behind and letting your fingers graze along her hardened member again. She moaned softly. "I thought so," you said with a cheeky grin over your shoulder. You shifted forward and repositioned yourself, your knees now on either side of her waist to ride her, facing away.

"Good lord," she said in blatant appreciation as you leaned forward, giving her a very clear view. You reached between your legs and behind to run her cock through your folds and settle at your entrance. She gripped your ass cheeks and kneaded them in her hands while she exhaled heavily. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

You sat back onto her, a quiet gasp still escaping you as she filled you for the nth time today.

"You feel so good every time," you told her.

"Oh my god, baby, you have no idea. You feel incredible," she praised as you leaned forward, allowing her to slip out before nestling her back in and sinking down once more.

"Jesus Christ," she said as she kneaded your ass furthermore. She pushed you forward, her one hand coming to the small of your back and holding you in place. "I wish you could see how sexy you fucking look hugging my cock. Oh my god, Y/N. You're perfect." She inhaled with a slow hiss as she eased you back down onto her length. “I love the way you take all of me.”

You rest your hands on her shins and began to rock your hips back into her, relishing the way she filled you up as though it was the first time all over again.

She continued to grope your ass until a loud crack echoed through the space as she slapped your ass cheek. You let out a stuttering moan and rode her harder as she gripped your ass tightly between her fingers.

Her hand began to caress your back and she nudged your hips.

"Let me take you to bed," she said.

It took a moment for the request to register and she nudged you again. You didn't protest - it actually would be a welcome change. You went to stand, but your legs quaked. You heard her stifle a smug chuckle and a moment later her hands were underneath you and she carried you in her arms to the bedroom.

You had to smile as she set you down on the edge of the bed on your back. You immediately spread your legs for her and she gave you a salacious smirk as she stood before you, hand gripping the base of her stiff cock. You subconsciously bit your lip once more as you saw your cum glistening on her length.

She grasped your ankles and set them against her shoulders as she leaned down and sunk into your waiting tunnel once more. You whined faintly as she filled you, the head of her cock massaging your walls and stretching you out with deep, slow strokes. She rolled her hips, ensuring to hit your spot and you heard her exhale in satisfaction as soon as you clutched the sheets tightly in your hands.

"God, you're so wet for me, baby," she said in reverie as she sunk into you effortlessly again and again. You moaned and she pushed your legs apart so she could lean down to kiss you.

Your hand came up the back of her head to caress her, but you eventually had to break the kiss with a gasp, tossing your head back and she kissed your neck hungrily.

Her hands began to massage your waist and she began to moan anew into your neck. Suddenly, she nipped at your neck with a quick growl and flipped you over, moving you into the center of the bed and onto your hands and knees. You let out a low, wanting moan and arched your back, pushing into her.

"Fuck, baby, you're so gorgeous," she told you as her hands caressed your back before she lined herself up with your entrance, pushing her tip inside.

She began to pump into you and each time she slotted home it elicited a clipped whine from you. Her hands were on your hips and she helped guide you back into her hips on rhythm.

Her pace quickly picked up, strokes still deep and firm, and soon the sound of your bodies meeting filled the room. While you'd felt in control while out in the kitchen, with the way she railed you from behind, causing you to whine and moan under her movements, you now felt at her mercy - and it felt deliriously good.

Your limbs gave out at some point and you collapsed onto your stomach, arms folded haphazardly in front of you. She didn't miss a beat, staying conjoined with you as you dropped to the bed. She planted her knees on the outside of your thighs and used your prone position to her advantage to get even deeper inside of you than before.

"Oh fuck, Jess," you whimpered as her hips rocked strong and hard into you.

"You alright, baby?" She whispered as she reached forward and laced the fingers of one hand with yours and kissed the back of your shoulders.

You tried to form words, but instead you merely whined high in your throat and gave a faint nod of your head, giving her hand a squeeze.

She continued, her strokes now so relentless that you could hear your bed lurching into the wall with each thrust. Despite how primally she was fucking you, she whispered praise and kissed the back of your neck and shoulders tenderly as she held your hand.

You mewled and writhed in pleasure beneath her and gripped her hand as though it was the only thing anchoring you to this plane.

While she was letting herself cum with you before, she did no such thing this time. Instead, making love to you repeatedly, her hallmark stamina holding true.

Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, she stopped, pulling out and flipping you over once more. You could barely open your eyes, but when your vision cleared you saw the need and pure focus in her eyes as she settled in between your legs again.

"I want to see you," she panted before she began laying searing kisses on your lips and neck.

"Jess," you managed to whimper as you feebly clawed at her back, your hips still somehow managing to rock up towards her thrusts.

"I love when you say my name, baby," she whispered as she pumped into you and her hands explored you.

"Jessie," you whimpered again. "I love you so much."

She groaned, back arching above you and your nails dug into her skin. "I love you, too. You're the only one for me."

You released a shuddering whine at her proclamation and you gripped her as tightly as your spent body would let you as another orgasm overtook you. Your vision quite literally began to fade out as pleasure washed over you so thoroughly you couldn't even think anymore.

You just lay there, eyes closed, chest heaving up and down, and beyond spent. You didn't even recognize when she got up out of bed, only connecting the dots when the bed shifted as she got back in holding out a glass of water to you.

You blinked in a haze and she very sweetly kissed your cheek. She helped you sit up so you could drink some water. When you pushed the glass back into her hand she set it onto your nightstand and you allowed yourself to collapse back into the bed, still catching your breath.

She laid on her back, her head resting on your stomach. You absently played with her hair and laid your other hand on her chest. She grasped your hand gently without hesitation and laid a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

You opened your eyes again and realized the room was dark - the sun having set outside. All sense of time was lost.

And frankly, you didn't care. Your heavy eyelids fell once more.

You weren't sure when you opened your eyes again, but Jessie was still in your embrace.

"I'm falling asleep," you admitted, eyes shutting once more already. "Are you?" She shook her head against your stomach.

"No."

You forced yourself to open your eyes, hardly hanging on. You barely heard her add.

"I don't want to fall asleep."

You mind struggled to process, but she shifted, lifting herself off of you and maneuvering you under the blankets and tucking you in.

"You sleep," she told you. You blindly palmed the bed, searching for her. She grabbed your hand.

"Will you stay?" You asked. She laid a soft, lingering kiss on your cheek as she climbed in next to you.

"As long as you want me to."

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Light filtered into the room when you woke from sleep. Before your vision had even come into focus, you recognized an arm wrapped securely around your waist. You cuddled in instinctually.

When your consciousness finally caught up with you, you were face to face with Jessie. Thoughts of yesterday flooded your senses. You actually reached out, a hand falling softly to her cheek as if to make sure she were real and not a figment of your imagination.

Jessie was watching you sleep, clearly already well awake. In another time, you would've half expected her to get sheepish and laugh at herself for watching you so unabashedly. She didn't flinch. Instead, she smiled gently into your touch and tenderly thumbed your hip bone.

"How long have you been awake?" You asked, voice still thick with sleep as you tucked your head under her chin without thought. She kissed the top of your head.

"Not that long," she said simply. She kissed you again. "Did you sleep okay?"

Your mouth pulled into a smile unprompted. You know it was entirely bizarre that Jessie was in your bed. It wasn't your old life, it wasn't an alternate reality - it was here and now and it felt good. It felt right. You slept better last night than you could recall in months. This levity you felt in her arms was greater than you'd felt in so long.

You nodded.

"I slept really well. Did you sleep okay?" You reciprocated.

"I slept really well," she echoed as she kissed your head yet again.

There was a brief lull and you momentarily stalled the words forming in your throat before relenting.

"I'm glad you're still here," you confessed.

She brought two fingers to your chin and tilted your head up gently so she could kiss your lips, soft and gentle.

"Me too. Thank you for letting me stay," she said.

You smiled at her and she brought her hand to your cheek and caressed your face in adoration. You blushed under her unflinching stare.

"Yesterday was...," you trailed off with a disbelieving shake of your head and a laugh. You blushed further, but a glint formed in your eyes. "And I thought we had intense sex before."

A laugh bubbled up her throat and she eventually allowed herself a fulsome laugh, kissing your shoulder and hugging you to her.

When she pulled back you could see her mind working. You prompted her to speak. She shrugged, but you nudged her, urging her on. She sighed softly.

"I contemplated asking you how I compared to...the others. But I realized I don't care. I know how this sounds - but with the connection we have," she inhaled, "there's nothing like it. I know sex between us is special." She held your gaze. "It's more than sex."

You found yourself nodding along in agreement and it was hard to ignore how her quiet confidence made your core pulse again with renewed desire.

You thumbed her cheek, her freckles highlighted by the sunlight breaking through the blinds. You tilted up to kiss her.

The kiss started chaste, but it soon deepened and you lifted your leg to hook over the side of hers, drawing a soft, appreciative moan from her.

"I've missed waking up with you," you whispered into the kiss as you grasped her hand, guiding it down between your legs.

She needed no further guidance as she pushed two, thick fingers through your folds. She reached your entrance and her jaw grew slack at the wetness she found there. She dipped her fingers forward, just barely pushing inside of you, just enough to coat her fingers better and she drew them back up through your lips, spreading your slickness.

You moaned lightly into the kiss and angled your hips into her hand.

"Fuck, baby," she breathed. "You are so tempting."

"Yeah?" You asked as you shifted your weight, fully hooking your leg over her, pushing her onto her back and now straddling her. You grabbed her hand again, pushing her fingers through your folds and slowly inside of you, adoring how her eyes rolled into the back of her head at the action. "Seeing how wet I am, I think it's safe to say you're tempting too."

"You're so beautiful," she said as she slowly began to pump her fingers in and out of you, her thumb settling on your clit and circling.

"I'm so wet for you already," you said as you rocked above her, well aware of her hardness now standing tall and yearning for entry.

"I want you," she breathed, her hips helplessly rocking up into the space between your bodies.

"So take me," you said into the kiss as you lowered your hips closer to her.

She moaned headily into the kiss and removed her fingers, swiftly setting her length at your entrance instead. She moved the tip back and forth through your arousal a few times before nudging up into you, your entrance stretching to accommodate her girth.

You gasped as she began to fill you and she gripped your hips, gently guiding you down onto her length as she moaned.

"God, you're so fucking tight," she nearly hissed. "You feel so amazing."

You underestimated the toll yesterday took on you, and only a few strokes in your legs already began to shake. She shifted her grip, holding you from underneath and she helped you tremendously, her biceps flexing with each movement.

"Oh my God," you found yourself saying already as you fell forward, your forehead resting against her collarbone. She gave you a quick kiss on the head, but continued to lift you up and down on her length, fucking you from underneath.

"I've missed you so much," she said as she rocked you on top of her.

"I've missed you, too, baby," you said as you pushed yourself up enough to meet her in a kiss.

"I don't want to let you go," she added, her voice taut and her grip tightening on you.

"I don't want you to," you reciprocated with zero hesitation. Jessie whined high in her throat and swallowed audibly. Her hips thrust into you with greater fervour.

"I love you so much," she said. You kissed her hard.

"I love you, too."

Your walls began to spasm around her, your whole body growing tense in her hold.

"Mmm, fuck," she hissed as your clamped down on her, massaging her. "I love the way you grip me. I can feel you pulsing. Jesus Christ, baby. Here it comes," she said, followed by a waning grunt as she held her hips flush against your core and exploded inside of you. Her member twitched inside of your walls as she drained herself into you.

The physical support she gave faltered as she came and you grew slack on her body, collapsed on top of her.

She remained inside of you as her cock began to slowly soften. Only when you shifted did she pop out, her hot cum dripping out of you, down your slit and onto her.

"Jesus, baby," you murmured as you rolled your head against her shoulder. "I'm wrecked. Oh my god," you said as you shifted, your legs trembling once again. You sat up on her and winced. "Jesus. I'm not going to be able to sit at all today." You had to laugh.

"My baby, I'm sorry," she said through a light laugh though she tenderly kissed your forehead. "Let me take care of you."

You didn't question, you just let her walk you to the bathroom - leaning on her more than you cared to admit as you did. She ran you a hot bath and guided you into the tub. You released a sigh of relief and she chuckled warmly.

"You're joining, right?" You asked. She looked uncertain for a second before nodding her acceptance and taking a seat across from you.

You both relaxed in the waters, chatting easily as you bathed. You soaped up the loofah and began to try to get your back. She gave you a subtle nod.

"Need help?"

You smirked. "If you're offering."

"Come here, baby," she beckoned and helped slot you into the space between her legs. She sudded you up, massaging your sore muscles as she did so.

Admittedly, despite how many times you'd brought each other up and over the peaks of desire the past day, you found yourself growing wet yet again under her skillful ministrations.

You scooched back further into her and she bit back a moan, you could feel how firm she was already. You reached back and retrieved the loofah from her and set it on the ledge of the bath. You grabbed her hand and snaked it around your waist and back down to your core.

She groaned into your neck as she buried her head against you.

"You sure? You said you were sore," she said though two of her fingers gently rubbed your clit, causing you to writhe in her arms already.

"This is good," you told her as you rolled your hips up to meet her fingers, searching for friction.

She started laying open-mouth kisses along the nape of your neck. You tilted your head, extending your neck and giving her more access. Her tongue came out and playfully licked at your skin before she tenderly kissed you again. Her fingers pressed against your clit firmer, rubbing you and she attentively followed the pace and angles that your hips relayed.

You leaned back into her body, loving the way her arms enveloped you. Her breath tickled your skin and her loving kisses warmed your entire body.

As she continued to tend to you, you let your head fall back, pushing yourself further into her and she leaned down, kissing your mouth as you brought a hand up to the back of her head.

"You are so gorgeous," she murmured into the kiss as she began massaging your breasts. She gently pinched your nipples now and then, drawing soft gasps from you.

In time, you reached your peak again, another, admittedly gentler, orgasm washed over you as you writhed and mewled in her arms.

"So beautiful. So beautiful, my baby," she chanted in your ear as she continued to circle your clit, slowly bringing you down from your high.

You grew lax in her arms and her chest shook with a gentle laugh as she hugged you to her.

As you came to, you became newly reminded of Jessie's raging hard on sandwiched between your body and hers.

You shifted in the water, moving onto your knees and steadying yourself before rising. "Let's rinse off," you told her. She glanced down at her arousal, a light blush forming on her face and you shook your head, dismissing her concern.

"I love that I have that effect on you," you told her as you held out a hand for her. She took it, though rose up with her own effort, not wanting to tax you further.

You pushed her by the shoulders to the wall and kissed her deeply, moaning unabashedly, rubbing your body against her and her erection. She moaned into the kiss in return.

"You are beyond sexy," she muttered into the kiss, "you always have this effect on me."

Your mind twisted and turned - you shouldn't say a thing, but you couldn't stop yourself. You grasped her length in your hand and began to stroke her up and down, adoring the way her knees immediately weakened at your touch.

"Are you mine?" You asked against your better judgement. She breathed into the kiss, a small whimper coming from her lips. She looked to you and gave a series of short nods.

"I am. Always yours, Y/N." Your fist rode up her length, your thumb caressing her sensitive head, before gliding down and toying with the base. She shuddered as she spoke, eyes still fixed on you, "Always."

You cupped her cheek with your other hand and gave her a heated kiss, which she readily met as you continued to pump her up and down. Her abs flexed, hips twitching, as your touch sent pulses of pleasure through her body.

You worked the tip of her cock and you watched in adoration as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, knees growing slack and she palmed the tile wall with one hand and clutching your body with the other.

"Cum for me, baby," you whispered in her ear, tugging on her earlobe with your teeth before giving a lick along the shell of it. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her climax approached. "I know you want to."

"Fuck," she whimpered, pulling you tightly to her. "Y/N. God, I love you so much."

You pumped her length firmly, letting the fingers of your other hand trail fleetingly down her neck. "Cum for me, my love."

Her hips twitched harder and remained flexed this time, and a few spurts of cum poured out of the tip of her cock and onto your fist. She'd cum so many times the past 24 hours that it didn't have the same power or volume as normal, but the fact that she had anything left at all seemed a miracle to you.

This time, she clung onto you, despite your bodily fatigue, as she recovered.

"Holy God. The things you do to me," she breathed as she worked to catch her breath.

You were both slow to finish rinsing off. You stood in one another's embrace under the warm water of the shower for longer than you needed to, but eventually turned off the water and exited.

You smiled to yourself as Jessie grabbed your towel and dried you off, peppering light, sweet kisses along your body as she did so. You pushed her back and did the same to her. You caught the warm, longing look she gave you as you dried her.

"Where are my clothes...," Jessie mumbled as she looked idly around, drawing an amused laugh out of you.

"That is an excellent question," you said. "They were lost many, many hours ago and haven't been seen since."

You laughed together as you retraced your steps and found her clothes. You both got changed and you went to the kitchen to grab some more food.

"So, um," Jessie started as you both sat next to one another on the kitchen counter eating some yogurt and berries and downing more water. Her tentativeness drew your attention. "As amazing as this has been, I um, I need to go soon."

"Yeah?" You asked quietly. It was inevitable. You'd bubble wrapped yourselves in this apartment; it was only a matter of time until the world outside of these walls imposed themselves on you again.

"I have to pick up Zoie," she said and you caught the cursory glance she shot you before decidedly looking back at her yogurt. "She's with me this week. I'm taking her up to my parents now that the season's over."

She glanced over at you again, anticipating that this admission would ruin this mirage you'd both created. Honestly, even you were waiting for your own upset to hit.

The upset didn't come.

The only upset you felt was a wish to be a part of it. A wish you quashed - with some hesitation and regret - before you could fall too deep into it.

"That sounds really nice," you told her, not having to lie. A slow smile crossed your face. "Say 'hi' to your parents for me. And to Zoie. I hope they're all doing well."

Jessie watched you quietly, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. When it didn't, she went on with a few rapid nods.

"Of course. Yeah." She dropped her gaze quickly as she wracked her mind. "They miss you, you know. All of them." She swallowed and locked eyes on you. "And for clarity - it's just me and Zoie. Sara's not really involved anymore. Not like she was. We've got shit pretty sorted out now."

You nodded your understanding. "That's good. I mean, not good. But I'm glad things are more settled."

Again, you waited for upset to wash over you, but above all you felt...calm. Secure. More confident. Strangely.

You weren't together, yet somehow you felt more centered, and more in Jessie's focus. Like the trust that was so damaged before was somehow greatly restored. She'd had every opportunity to move on, to replace you, to forget you. She hadn't.

There was still much for you two to sort out. But, maybe the door that you were so firmly set on keeping closed, could be set ajar.

A quick breakfast done, Jessie now put on her shoes at the door.

"What now?" She asked as she tucked her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other with a newfound anxiousness mounting. "Was this...I don't know, a one time thing? Or have things...changed?" She scratched at her temple, gaze drifting to the floor. She shrugged and let out a weak laugh.

"As amazing as this was," she went on, forcing herself to look at you again. You could see the trepidation and burgeoning hurt in her eyes. "I can't do this. Just this. I want a relationship with you. I want everything with you. So, as incredible as this was and how intimate it all felt, I...I'm not cut out for it," she finished, visibly swallowing her pending upset.

You closed the space between you two, tenderly wrapping your arms around her waist and she immediately drew her hands from her pockets to embrace you. You laid a chaste kiss to her shoulder.

"I'm not cut out for this kind of thing either," you told her. You sighed quietly and she hugged you tighter. "I guess we talk more," you told her. She pulled her head back to look at you.

"Really? You mean it?" She asked, eyes clear with wonder. You nodded.

"Yeah. I think we should talk. When you're back," you said. "You know - enjoy your trip to Canada. Have fun with Zoie. And, let's talk when you're back."

She released a grateful breath, her eyes searching yours.

"Okay. That sounds amazing. Thank you - thank you so much," she said.

You chuckled softly and leaned up to capture her lips in a tender kiss.

"Things are up the air, and undefined, but, um, yeah," you couldn't help but blush as you recalled flashes of the past day, "there's clearly things that are unresolved between us. So. Let's talk."

She nodded eagerly, quietly beaming and looking so hopeful. "Okay. We definitely will, then."

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[flemingology]

first time ─ jessie fleming x reader

in which: you and jessie take the next step in your relationship

warnings: smut (18+), g!p sex, oral (r receiving), penetrative sex (r receiving), dirty talk

wc: 4.6K, used a couple prompts from @delusionisaplace!

a/n: Let's say jessie is still at chelsea here, just to make sense of the tiny bit of plot there is at the beginning of this fic, lol. also, this is... pure filth. I don't know why this was the fic that got me out of my writer's block but yeah, have it. also if the whole g!p thing is NOT your thing, then don't read it! the warning is there for a reason. it's my first time writing this dynamic, so I'm sorry if it's kinda shitty. as usual, not proofread. sorry for any mistakes.

You kept rolling your hips down into Jessie's lap, another whine escaping your lips as you could feel her growing cock pressing into you with every brush against her hips. Your head was buried in your girlfriend's neck, lips parted and softly panting as you fisted your hands in her hair. "Fuck, Jess, if we don't stop now we are not making it in time to Leah's," you said, with the last remaining bit of dignity lingering inside of you.

Leah had invited some of her Arsenal teammates and their plus ones over for a big dinner at her place, to which you'd eagerly agreed when you first got the invitation. After a bit of convincing, you'd managed to get Jessie on board too – the self-consciousness about being the only Chelsea player in a predominantly Arsenal-covered living room quickly washed away with the prospect of a little mingling with old and new friends in sight.

Right now, though, a dinner with friends was the last thing on Jessie's mind. Admittedly, it wasn't really at the front of yours either. Your every thought now laced with pleasure, you tried your absolute hardest to keep a little bit of self-control before you lost yourself completely in Jessie's touch, in the feeling of her burgeoning hard-on pressing against your awaiting core.

"Yeah", Jessie breathed against you, forcing her eyes closed because your blissed out face was pushing her towards an edge she didn't want to be at yet, "yeah, you're right," she said, but made no move to stop or get up, if anything she pushed your hips harder against hers.

You lifted your head from her neck in a vain attempt to regain some control, but seeing Jessie's baby hairs sticking against her forehead that was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, a frown etched upon her face as she concentrated on being good for you with her eyes closed, there wasn't a single cell in your body that wanted anything else but this.

"Fuck it," you mumbled underneath your breath, "we'll make up an excuse later," it was the last bit of encouragement that Jessie needed, already lifting you up from the couch before you even got a chance at finishing your sentence. You squealed as she lifted you up and you put your legs around her waist, hanging onto her while she manoeuvred the two of you up the stairs and into her bedroom.

You and Jessie hadn't gone much further than a few heated make-out sessions on either of your couches yet. The relationship was fairly new and as much as you were completely infatuated by her, you'd promised each other to take it slow. But the past week, anytime Jessie did anything but breathe near you, you wanted nothing more than to jump her bones – you were ovulating, in your defense. So when you rang her doorbell that night, having gotten ready in your own apartment for Leah's dinner, and Jessie opened the door in a white button-up shirt that was tucked into a pair of black slacks that perfectly hugged her muscular thighs, you knew you wouldn't have the self control to restrain yourself tonight.

Jessie's button-up shirt and your dress long forgotten – not without the promise that you'd wear it again for her – your girlfriend placed you on the bed and crawled on top of you. "You drive me crazy, baby, honestly. I need you so bad," she said, pulling a moan from you. Jessie had always been – and still was – quite reserved. She had her moments with you where she would turn into herself, but those were rare. With other people, though, it was rare that they would see Jessie let loose. So when you discovered that Jessie was quite the dirty talker in bed, it's safe to say you more than were surprised. Pleasantly surprised, that's for sure.

Your Canadian peppered kisses all over your face, your cheek and jawline until she reached the base of your neck, where she let her wet tongue glide over the sensitive skin all the way back up until she reached your ear, where she softly nipped on your earlobe. All your senses were overwhelmed with Jessie – you saw, heard, felt and smelled nothing but her. And you loved it.

A couple moments later Jessie still found her face nuzzled into your neck, sucking, kissing and licking all over the skin there. And as much as you liked it and it felt good, you were starting to feel quite the throb between your legs – and you wanted, needed, her to do something about it.

"Jess", you said breathily, to which she lifted her head. "Please, I need you," you continued, to which a small smirk tugged at her lips. "What do you need, love?" she asked. You groaned and threw your head back. "Your mouth, your fingers, your dick. Anything, Jess." A shiver rolled down Jessie's spine as you finished talking, purely due to the excitement of what was about to come.

The Canadian wasn't particularly someone for one-night stands, she simply loved too hard to be able to fuck someone without catching any sorts of feelings for them. That, combined with her busy schedule, meant she hadn't dated in a good while. Meaning that, for the last couple of years, the only relief Jessie could give herself was the pumping of her own hand. Merely the thought of her length being enveloped in your warm tunnel had her almost bursting.

She slowly made her way down, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over your body. You could feel her sucking your skin and marking you up, but you didn't have an ounce of self-control left in your body anymore to tell her to stop. She reached your underwear and teased you by dipping one finger underneath the waistband, but not trailing further.

"Can I take this off?" she asked softly, earning a nod from you. "I'm gonna need words, beautiful," she said, when you didn't speak up further. "I know you can do that for me," she continued, which caused you to blush. "Yeah-, yeah, that's okay. Only if you undress too," you replied. Jessie glanced down at her own body and noticed that she was still half-dressed, her lower body still covered. She stood up quickly and kicked off her trousers and socks – her swollen cock a little less restrained which caused her to sigh a breath of relief – before settling her body between your legs again.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips when she pulled your underwear down your legs, a string of your arousal connected to the garment. "You're soaked baby, god, you're so hot," Jessie mumbled.

Your girlfriend skipped the teasing and torturing and delved straight in, your scent way too intoxicating for the Canadian to wait any longer to taste you. Jessie licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit, gathering your arousal in her mouth and spreading it all over your lips. You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips upon the feeling of Jessie's warm tongue against your heat.

"Fuck, Jess, that's so good," you said breathlessly. You had been uncertain and insecure about this moment for a long time, but you couldn't have wished for a better time to take the next step in your relationship. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Jessie took your sensitive nub in her mouth and teasingly flicked her tongue across it, earning a grunt from you. You tangled your hands in her curls and gave a sharp tug when you felt her teeth graze your clit, the sting subsiding quickly when she started sucking on it again.

It wasn't long before you started to feel a tightening sensation starting to bubble up inside of you. Jessie's tongue was working wonders against your core and you were seriously questioning why it had taken the two of you so long to get to this point. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the squelching of your drenched core, riling you up further – if that was even possible. Jessie hadn't even used her fingers yet and she had you teetering on the edge.

"Jess," you breathed, trying to form a coherent sentence while the Canadian was sucking and licking on you at a relentless pace. "I'm close, baby, you're gonna make me cum," you continued. Jessie hummed into your pussy, not relenting by any means. In response, she squeezed your thighs that were resting on her shoulders. Your moans rose in pitch as she brought you closer and closer to your high, not letting her pace waver once you started squirming and bucking underneath her.

"Oh fuck, Jess, fuck, I'm cumming," you mustered, right before you felt the coil in your belly snap. You arched your back off the bed and threw your head back, your thighs locking around Jessie's head whose ministrations kept going. You let out a loud moan as you started to come down, your girlfriend guiding you through your orgasm and eventually releasing your lips with a pop as you started growing sensitive.

You dropped your legs from Jessie's shoulders and rested them on the mattress, trying to catch your breath from the mind-blowing orgasm you just had. "Fuck, that was good," you said, not needing to glance at Jessie to know there was a smug smirk plastered on her face. She rested her head on your thigh and pressed soft kisses, waiting for you to come down from your high.

A couple moments later you managed to catch your breath, and opened your eyes to look at her. "You're amazing", you said, a light smile tugging at your lips. You couldn't miss the small blush that crept upon your girlfriend's cheeks at your words. "Thank you, baby, I love making you feel good," she replied.

Another few moments of silence went by before you spoke up. "What about you?" you said, wanting nothing more than to return the favor but not really knowing how to approach the subject. After all, you were quite nervous, to put it lightly. You had never had sex with a dick before, and you definitely didn't know whether you were going to be any good at it – whether you would like it even. Jessie and you had talked about it countless of times, talked about what you thought you would like and not like, because the last thing she wanted was to make you uncomfortable or to hurt you in the moment.

"What about me?" Jessie quipped back, but you didn't miss the glint in her eyes. She climbed up your body and laid her head on your chest before you replied. "I want you to feel good too," you said softly, to which she let out a little chuckle. "Pleasuring you is more than enough, baby," she said, to which you rolled your eyes. "I'm not having that, Fleming. You know what I mean."

Jessie chuckled and looked up at you. "Are you sure? I know we said we'd take things slow on this regard," she asked. She was right. You had told her that you wanted to take things slow. You were more than comfortable with the Canadian but you didn't want to rush into things. You nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing the conversation. "Yeah, you're right. I did say that. But this feels good. It feels right," you said, tucking a strand of hair behind Jessie's ear. "So if it feels right for you too, I'm more than willing to try some things."

"It feels more than right, you know that, but I just want to make sure that you feel okay with all of this. I'd never want to rush you into doing things you'd rather not," Jessie said softly, tracing patterns on your bare chest. You pressed a kiss against her crown and took her chin between your thumb and index finger, tilting her head up towards you. You gave her an appreciative look before you spoke. "You're perfect, Jess. I love how mindful you are being, but I promise that I'm okay with this. I'd tell you if I wasn't."

Jessie gave you a nod and a warm smile before rolling off your body and sitting up, seemingly a bit nervous about her next step. She looked around hesitantly around the room. "You okay, Jess?" you inquired, now sitting up against the headboard. "Y-yeah, I was just," she breathed, voice slightly wavering. You frowned, wondering what had gotten Jessie visibly upset. "We're on the same page, right?" she asked. You cocked an eyebrow at your girlfriend. "I think so, yeah? I don't know what you mean, but I don't see how we couldn't be."

Jessie seemed to relax a little at your words. "Is it okay if I grab a condom, then?" you chuckled at her question, shaking her head in disbelief before speaking up again. "Of course, Jess, why are you so nervous about that?"

"I don't know, we hadn't verbally agreed on what we wanted next and I didn't want to just grab a condom if I wasn't sure that this is what you wanted," she explained. A small smile tugged at your lips as you leant in and cupped her cheek, pressing a tender kiss against her lips before you replied. "You're adorable. Thank you for checking in. But yeah I can confirm that this," you gestured towards Jessie's hand that was resting on the nightstand and then down towards her still-hardened member, "is what I want."

Jessie's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red and she cast her gaze away from yours, slightly embarrassed at her own uncertainty. Nonetheless, she opened her nightstand and rummaged around until she found an unopened pack of condoms. "It's been ages since I've used these, but I'm pretty sure they're not expired yet," Jessie said with a toothy grin on her face. "Well, we should make sure to get some new ones then next time we're grocery shopping," you said, a teasing smile adorning your lips as you spoke to your girlfriend. "Big plans huh?" she inquired, before bringing the condom packet to her mouth and ripping it open.

You watched on in awe as Jessie slipped the top of the condom over her tip and rolled the rest down her length. It was safe to say that Jessie's member was above average length. It was quite wide and thick. On another day, if your heart wasn't pounding in your chest, you would've probably made a comment about it. You had never had sex with a dick before, so it was safe to say that you were quite nervous about taking her, if you were going to be able to at all.

Jessie made her way back over to you and spread your legs again, settling her body in between yours as she sat back on her heels. She caressed your thighs gently and relented from doing anything, letting you set the pace for now. She could tell you were nervous. She offered you a warm, small smile before speaking up. "I'll be gentle with you, I promise. I wouldn't want to hurt you, ever," you nodded and gave your girlfriend an appreciative nod. She knew you'd never had penetrative sex with a dick before. She also knew you were nervous, so it meant a lot to you that she was reassuring you like this.

"I know. I trust you," you said, before you scooted a little closer to her, trying to wordlessly let her know that you were ready. Jessie got the hint and pushed her body towards you, hovering over you on her knees as she adjusted so her dick was lining up with your entrance. You watched on between your bodies in awe as Jessie grabbed her length and softly pushed it up and down between your folds, repeatedly bumping against your clit. You couldn't suppress the soft whimpers that escaped your lips. A couple moments later, Jessie looked up to you and searched your eyes for any signs of uncertainty. She wanted to make sure that you were fully comfortable before she pushed further. You grabbed her hand that was situated on your hip, keeping herself up, and gave it a tight squeeze.

Jessie took it as encouragement and lined herself up with your entrance, ever so slowly inching forward. She kept her eyes trained on your face as she entered you, making sure she didn't miss any signs of discomfort as she stretched you out. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as you focused on the feeling of Jessie's hardened member entering you. Despite a first orgasm, you hadn't loosened much and you could feel the way she was stretching you out. A frown was etched on your face as you tried to compose your breathing. You tried your best to relax and to loosen up for her, but Jessie couldn't push further.

"Just let it happen, baby, don't think about it too much. I can feel you tightening around me," Jessie spoke up softly. You nodded wordlessly, taking a deep breath in and trying to relax further. Jessie was still on her knees between your legs, patiently stretching you out. She, too, was having a hard time at remaining composed. Not so much because of discomfort, but mainly because she lost herself in the feeling of being wrapped up in your heat. She wasn't in deep, by any means, but your warmth was enveloping her tip and she loved the feeling.

A couple minutes, a lot of trial and error and deep breaths later, Jessie's hips were finally flush against yours. It hadn't been easy, but the feeling of being filled by your girlfriend was nothing like you'd ever experienced. Jessie was hovering over you now, wanting to be close to you instead of on her knees between your legs. "Does this feel fine?" Jessie whispered in your ear, not wanting to disturb you too much while you were adjusting to her length inside of you. You nodded wordlessly, letting your nails rake over Jessie's back. "Yeah," you breathed out. "Yeah, this is okay."

A couple more moments passed before you spoke up again. "I think I'm ready for you to move," you said tentatively. Jessie lifted her head and looked at you, searching your eyes for any discomfort. "Okay," she breathed, pressing a tender kiss against your forehead. Jessie slowly pulled her hips back, pulling out of you just until she reached the tip. She moaned softly at the sensation, pushing back inside of you and filling you to the hilt. "Fuck," you whimpered, "do that again, please."

Jessie eyed you curiously and pulled back once more, making sure her tip stayed inside of you. "Like this?" she asked, earning a wordless nod from you. She grinned slightly, pushing back inside of you and letting your warm tunnel envelop her length. "You feel so tight around me, darling, you're so hot."

By now, you had comfortably adjusted to Jessie's length. Even though you could still feel her stretching you out with every thrust, most of the uncomfortable feeling was now replaced with pleasure. Jessie found a steady rhythm that felt good to both of you, pushing in and out of you while making sure you were comfortable.

The room was now filled with the sounds of your shared moans and the squelching of your core every time Jessie pushed inside of you. You were undeniably wetter than you'd ever been. Not only the feeling of being fucked by your girlfriend and being so close to each other, the thought of her filling you up again and again was doing things to you too.

Jessie's breathing became slightly ragged the longer you continued. You could feel her thrusts were becoming a little less regular and you wondered if those were the telltale signs of her growing closer to her orgasm. You wished you could say the same, though. Although it felt good, you didn't know whether this was doing it for you. You realized that you should tell Jessie, because she wouldn't forgive herself if she came and you didn't.

You pressed your hand against Jessie's chest which caused her to halt her movements, looking up at you worriedly. "I don't think it's going to work like this, Jess. This feels good, but I don't know if it's going to get me there," you said, an inevitable blush creeping up your cheeks. "I'm sorry."

Jessie shook her head and spoke adamantly. "Don't be sorry, please. We have all night, okay? No need to rush," she said, while leaning down and pressing a loving kiss against your lips before she sat back on her heels and slowly pulled herself out of you, watching on amazedly as your core tried to suck her back in. "Like what you see?" you teased, a smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. I do, this is hot."

Jessie pulled out of you completely and took your hands in hers. "Is there anything you would like to try? Something you think might feel better?" Jessie inquired. You shrugged, dropping the eye contact and looking away from your girlfriend. You had an idea, but you were slightly embarrassed to voice it. She frowned, grabbing your chin between her thumb and index finger and tilting your head towards hers again. "It's just me, baby, please tell me what you've got on your mind."

Your already-red face turned a shade darker, another blush creeping on your cheeks as you locked eyes with her. "Do you maybe want to, uhm, try a different position?" you asked softly, uncertainty laced in your voice. Jessie chuckled lightly and smiled brightly at you. "Of course I want to try a different position, love," Jessie reassured you, giving your hands an appreciative squeeze as you looked up at her.

You didn't really know how to progress further. You could tell that Jessie expected further explanation from you, probably an insight to what position you wanted to try. You were still feeling quite apprehensive about the whole situation, but you mustered up the courage to go further. "Maybe... uhm, do you maybe want to try from the back?"

Jessie's face lit up at what you said, a smug smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah," she chuckled, "I'm more than down to try from the back," Jessie sat back a bit to give you more room to work with, you shuffling from underneath her. You rolled your body over and pushed yourself up, holding your body up on your hands and knees. Jessie moved too, positioning her body behind yours and making sure the both of you were comfortably in the middle of the mattress.

"God, I wish you could see how good you looked from this angle," Jessie whispered. Her eyes were trained on your entrance, that was clenching around nothing. Your folds were sopping wet, your arousal smeared out all over them adding to the sensations. You turned your head and looked at your girlfriend over your shoulder, chuckling as you noticed her staring at you in awe. "You're a dork, you know that?"

Jessie let out a breathy laugh and shuffled closer to you, her dick lining up with your entrance again. "I know I am, that's why you love me" she said, not wasting another second and pushing herself inside of you again. "Oh," you said, your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of being filled again. "Oh, yeah, that's good."

"Fuck, that's so much better, Jess. Keep going, please," you whimpered, Jessie's dick hitting your sweet spot repeatedly from the renewed angle. The Canadian propped one of her legs up next to your body for extra leverage and held your waist and started pushing in and out of you at a relentless pace. Now that she knew for sure that this felt good for you, there was no longer that mental barrier.

Your moans and whimpers only spurred her on, pleasure taking over her thoughts as her dick was enveloped in your warmth. "God, you feel so good inside of me, Jess, fuck," you got out. "Nothing will ever come close to the feeling of you around my dick, baby."

You started moving your hips back against Jessie's in time with her thrusts as a long moan escaped the Canadian's throat. "Fuck, you're incredible," she said, as you were adding to her pleasure. "You look so good like this baby, taking me so well. You're doing so good.

Her praise did inexplicable things to you. To know that you were making her feel good was working wonders on your ego. You'd been worried that you weren't going to be good enough for her, especially in the beginning as you'd have to find your footing in sex with Jessie, but tonight had blown all your doubts away.

Just as before, you could tell that Jessie was growing close to a release. This time, though, you could feel the same for you. The familiar tightening sensation started boiling up again, your breaths becoming uneven and your thrusts back against Jessie losing their strength.

"Are you close, baby? You wanna cum for me?" Jessie asked, seemingly reading your mind. You groaned deeply and mustered up a response. "God, yes, please Jessie, let me cum," you begged her. "Begging already, huh? I wasn't even denying you of anything," Jessie said with a touch of degradation in her voice which turned you on further, if that was even possible.

You threw your head down against the mattress and groaned again, not having the strength to muster up a smart response. "Go ahead, baby, cum for me, cum all over my cock," the Canadian said, finishing you off with a few harsh thrusts before you bursted all over her length, spitting out moan after moan. It wasn't long before Jessie came too, rutting harshly into you as she spurted ropes of cum into her condom. She groaned as she pulled your body flush against hers, now both of you on your knees as she fucked you through both of your orgasms.

Jessie brought of you down against the mattress when you had both come down. She laid wordlessly on top of you as she tried to compose herself and regain her breath, her dick softening and falling out of your still-drenched core. She rolled over onto her back and opened her arms for you to fall into, your head resting on her chest. You listened to her heart that was rapidly pumping.

You were the first to speak up after a couple moments. "God, that was amazing. You were amazing. I love you so much," you accentuated her words with a couple tender kisses against Jessie's lips. She smiled into the kiss. "If anything, all credit goes to you. You told me you'd never had sex with a dick before, but honestly I couldn't tell. You're everything and more," Jessie said, pulling you closer to her.

After cleaning each other up, you spent the rest of the evening in comfy clothing in each other's arms, sprawled out over the bed watching some tv. "We're gonna have to find a good excuse for Leah, by the way. I checked my phone earlier and noticed a couple missed calls."

Jessie chuckled and continued rubbed soothing patterns up and down your back. "Next time we'll make sure not to miss a dinner you agreed to. I just really couldn't withstand you this time," the midfielder confessed. "Well, that makes both of us," you pressed another tender, lingering kiss against Jessie's lips. Before long, you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[jessiexflem]

– secret's out | jessie fleming x reader

content: fluff, Kelli Hubly's post-pilates Instagram story

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Black? Navy? What about brown? No, black, for sure. Your eyes flick back and forth between the workout sets in front of you. The black set was the most comfortable, although it was a little boring. You were loving the brown set you bought, but any core work caused the waistband on your leggings to scrunch down your stomach. Your navy leggings were a bit snug, but you haven’t worn them in–

“Y/N, hurry up! We’re going to be late!” Kelli shouts through your door. Black, it is, you decide. You quickly get dressed, knowing your best friend wasn’t afraid to barge into your room even if you were only half-ready.

“We literally get to every class thirty minutes before it starts,” you counter, throwing your hair into a ponytail as you walk into the living room. Kelli had started taking you and some of the other Thorns to her pilates classes, and she insisted on getting to the studio way too early. Something about having the best reformer to pick, or whatever. 

Kelli, ignoring your remark, nods at your sports bra, “It’s chilly outside.”

Not wanting to get nagged for taking any longer to get out of the door, you grab the first sweatshirt you see and slip it on, a grey crewneck sitting on the armrest of your couch. Adequately dressed, you follow Kelli outside to her car. “Is Jessie coming?” she asks as she pulls out of your driveway.

You smile at the mention of your girlfriend, but shake your head. “She has a meeting with her publicist this morning.”

“Stop, your little smile,” Kelli gushes, “You’re so cute. You’re welcome, by the way.” 

A few years older, Kelli took you in as her pseudo-little sister when you got drafted to Portland in 2021. She was your first friend on the team, having been partnered with you for warm-up drills that preseason. Jessie had been assigned as Kelli’s away trip roommate this year, and after learning about your growing crush on your new teammate, she made it her mission to set the two of you up. 

“You’re never going to let go of the whole wingwoman thing, are you?” you groan, despite being grateful for your friend’s help. Initially, you had been so nervous around Jessie that you could barely form proper sentences around her. Early conversations were followed by plenty of ranting and face-palming to Kelli and Sam. After some motivation from the two, and Kelli planting a couple seeds in Jessie’s head, you mustered up the courage to ask her out. Well, it went more like you telling her “I want to go on a date with you,” then immediately walking away without actually asking the question. Luckily, Jessie found your lack of game and inability to flirt endearing rather than embarrassing, and you’ve been dating since June, about six months now. 

“You’ll be thanking me at your wedding,” Kelli teases.

The forty-five minute class went by fairly quickly, focusing mostly on arms and core work. It was a decently challenging class, and you could already feel your abdominal muscles getting sore. Kelli waves you over to the mirrored wall as you put your sweatshirt and shoes back on. “Picture time, Y/N/N!”

You slide yourself in front of Morgan, in between Sam and Mallie, posing for Kelli’s post-class mirror selfie. It’s become a tradition of sorts, especially now that you’ve gotten a pretty consistent group going together. “We’re so cute!” Kelli beams, uploading the picture to her Instagram story.

Jessie had gotten out of her meeting early, so she headed to your apartment, pulling into your parking lot as you were stepping out of the car. “Hi, darling,” she greets, planting a quick kiss on your temple, “Hey, Kelli.”

“Cute sweatshirt,” Jessie grins, pointing at where the Canada Soccer crest laid on the right side of your chest.

Kelli’s eyes follow her finger and go wide. “Oh my god!”

“What? What’s up?” your girlfriend knits her eyebrows in confusion, “You okay?”

“My story!” Kelli gasps, realization hitting you at the same time.

You frantically unlock your phone to pull up Instagram. Tapping on Kelli’s story, Jessie looks over your shoulder. Front and center was you, an American, a USWNT player, wearing a Canada Soccer sweatshirt. A Canada Soccer sweatshirt that belonged to the now only Canadian on the Thorns, your very private girlfriend. 

“Oh my god, I am SO sorry, I’ll delete it!” Kelli says, her fingers flying across her screen. 

“Fuck, I wasn’t even thinking,” you turn toward Jessie, scared of how she’d react. You had agreed to keep your relationship off of social media for now, wanting to keep to yourselves. “I’m sorry, Jess.”

“Why are you sorry?” Jessie frowns, looking at you, her eyes soft.

“I should’ve thought about what I was wearing before we took the picture,” you shake your head and stare down at your feet, “I’m so dumb, we’ve talked about keeping us private, and I messed up.”

“Hey, hey,” Jessie lifts your chin up with her finger, “You aren’t dumb, sweetheart. We were bound to slip up eventually, but I promise it’s not a big deal.”

“You’re not mad?” you gnaw on the inside of your cheek. 

“Of course I’m not mad,” your girlfriend pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head, “I’m not mad at you, either, Kel.”

Kelli smiles meekly at the two of you, “I took my story down, but I fear everyone’s already seen it.” She holds her phone out toward you, her message requests filled with fans who had replied to her story. 

Y/N’s sweatshirt???

Are Y/N and Jessie dating?!

Is that Jessie’s sweatshirt?

Okay, traitor, I see you, Y/L/N.

Newest CanXNT call-up, Y/N Y/L/N?

“I think you’re about to break Instagram, or at least my DMs” Kelli chuckles. 

After a laugh and some catching up between Kelli and Jessie, you and your girlfriend head back into your apartment. Checking your phone, you see that your notifications are blowing up. Multiple notifications are flooding your most recent post, a photo dump from Christmas. Jessie comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and placing her chin on your shoulder.

“This person wants to know which one of our families we spent Christmas with,” you giggle.

“Well, are you going to answer?” Jessie jokes, a goofy grin on her face.

“I’m sorry, again, Jess,” you sigh, “I know we wanted to stay more private, but we weren’t able to do things on our own terms because of me.”

“Baby,” your girlfriend places a kiss on your cheek, “I promise you have nothing to be sorry for. Secret’s out, but so be it. If anything, this gives me an excuse to post the film of you that I’ve been wanting to share.”

“Making it onto an Instagram post? Big moves, Fleming,” you tease, “What’s next, a ring?”

“Don’t tempt me, love,” Jessie’s arms tighten around you as she peppers your face with kisses, “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now, show me these photos you’re posting.”

[thirstywoso]

MILE HIGH - Jessie Fleming x Reader (18+)

A/N: Hey all, I've been struggling with writers block on top of life stuff lately so I've not been writing. I've had this idea for a couple of weeks and finally pumped it out, I don't know if it's any good and I haven't proofread it. I just wanted to give you guys something as I've had a lot of people asking. Word of warning this might be my last post for a long time as I'm just not feeling it lately, I apologise that I have left some fics unfinished and will eventually get them done. Just for now I will be taking an indefinite break.

Synopsis: Jessie and you go on your honeymoon

W/C: 2.2k

Warnings: g!p, smut, oral (both), penetrative sex, breeding kink, marking, choking, little dirty talk, gagging, think that's it?

MDNI 18+

Yourself and Jessie had taken many flights before, her for games wether with club or National team. Yourself following her around the country and the world.

What was rare though was for you and your wife to be taking the same flight somewhere, god it felt so good saying that, wife. You'd just eloped and now here you were sat next to her on the airplane taxiing down the runway on your way to your honeymoon.

You'd managed to strike it lucky with the flight as the aisle seat next to yourself and Jessie wasn't taken so after some time in the air you decided to lay down across the seats covering yourself with a blanket as the cabin lights dipped.

You wanted to get some sleep as you'd already been up for hours, however that being said there was another desire burning more than your need to sleep.

Your head lain on Jessie's lap as she began to stroke your hair, you stroking her thigh.

You felt Jessie squirm in her seat, palming at her sweats before clenching her fists. Tactically shifting her hips away from where your head lay, a grin fell over your face where Jessie hadn't concealed her burgeoning hard on as well as she had thought.

Sneaking your hand up under your head you gently stoked higher up her thigh letting out a small giggle when you cupped her over her semi. A muffled growl coming from Jessie as she bit down on her lip eyes darting across the cabin to see if anyone could see.

Looking up at her your eyes meet and she shoots you a look of warning as you continue your ministrations, putting a hand over yours stilling it she whispers down to you.

"Don't start something you can't finish"

"Who says I can't finish" you smile up at her

Your hand snaking under her sweats and briefs, grabbing onto her now hardened length, sliding your hand up and down with ease, lubed by the precum dripping from the head of your wife's cock.

The blanket concealing your actions, Jessie's reaction however would arouse suspicion if she didn't ground herself. Looking up at the roof of the plane and breathing deeply through her nose her hands found the back of your hair pulling gently and kneading trying to keep her composure.

Pulling your hand back you lick your palm before spitting in your hand and gripping a struggling Jessie yet again. Freeing her from her confines as she shuffles her clothing down her thighs and recovers herself with the blanket.

You look across to the aisle next to you seeing your neighbours asleep. With a sudden burst of bravery you lay slow sensual kisses along her shaft, pressing longer when you reach her tip. Your warm pink tongue flicking out along her slit tasting her excitement causing the Canadians eyes to roll into the back of her head.

Hollowing your cheeks you take her into your mouth swirling your tongue around her as she grits her teeth trying to say silent. Her hand stroking along your arm and around your front.

You close your eyes relishing in her taste, a smirk appearing on your cock filled mouth satisfied with your wife's crumbling composure.

Jessie's hand snakes across your stomach and under the blanket making its way under your waste band, groaning when she feels your arousal coating her finger tips.

Your eyes similarly to hers roll back as she bottoms out in the warmth of you throat, a small gag from resistance coming from you has her shuddering. Your panties almost destroyed from where you dripped and ached for her.

Removing you from where she needed you most you gave her a questioning look, nodding her head you realises she's signalling you to the restroom.

Silently you get up and signal for Jessie to play it cool and wait a minute before following, you notice how most people on the flight are asleep and find your way into the surprisingly decent size room.

Jessie manages to shuffle her clothes back on, tucking her aching cock into her waistband in a way to conceal herself.

Running her hands along her thighs, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath counting down from thirty before releasing the breath. Opening her eyes she gets up and heads towards the bathroom, after what felt like a lifetime your wife was finally behind you in the cubicle.

"Hey pretty girl" she says placing a kiss on your shoulder and making eye contact with you in the mirror.

Kissing up your neck and nibbling at your ear as she cups your throat her other hand on your waist pulling you back into her.

"You going to be a good girl for me?"

You groan closing your eyes and rolling your hips back

"Huh princess? I said are you going to be a good girl? Use your words, speak up"

"Fuck... yes Jessie" you breath out biting your lower lip

"Take these off" she signals at the clothing on your bottom half, before you can even reach to do as you're told she tugs them down exposing your bare ass before she does the same.

Her cock jutting up towards you as she helps you place your clothes on a hook.

Grabbing a condom from her pocket before adding her pants to the pile, she tears it open with her teeth and spits the wrapper to one side.

She strokes her length a few more times before sliding the condom on with ease, she grins at you in the reflection before running her tip through your dripping folds.

"So big for me" you groan as you sway your hips pushing back to tease her, unable to fathom how you're going to fit her thick cock inside you from this position.

Shuffling your feet wider so that your pretty hole was on display for her, Jessie groaned and bit her lip as she took in the view.

As she continued to rut through your folds she once again made eye contact with you in the mirror as her tip threatened to stretch your entrance, revelling in the way you wrapped around her.

Your eyes slamming closed at the feeling of her forcing you open, her cock slowly pushing through your warm canal engulfing your new wife in a pillowy bliss.

You'd taken her before, so it wasn't entirely new but from this angle it was a slight struggle that you gritted your way through.

One again you bite your lip to hold in your moan as she bottoms out holding your arms behind your back and pushing your head again the mirror so you stay in the position she wants you in.

You close your eyes at the cool sensation of the glass against your cheek and a moan spills out of your lips. It's at that moment Jessie's eyes come across your panties hanging on the hook.

Her eyes widen as an idea flashes through her mind, grabbing them she wraps them around her hand.

"Open" she demands

Opening your eyes you look at her confused until she grabs your jaw tilting it toward her, squeezing harshly on your cheeks until your mouth opens and she shoves your soaked panties into your mouth.

Pushing your jaw closed she kisses your shoulder before gently grazing it with her teeth, trailing her way to your neck where she bit down harshly sure to leave her mark.

A moan barely makes its way past the makeshift gag as you bite down on the fabric quietening yourself. Unable to tell Jessie verbally how good you feel you instead throw your head back and reach around to claw at her forearms.

"You like that baby?" She says smugly watching as she flexes her biceps and abs in the mirror at an attempt to pound you harder.

"Such a good girl for me" she smiles as you nod your answer to her question.

Slumping forward she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you into her with more fervour her hips slamming into yours filling the small room with the sound of your wet pussy dripping for her.

Her hands graze over your breasts slipping their way under your loose fitting shirt and into your bra, her finger tips circle your hardening nipples before she gently tugs and pinches on them.

The sensations of her entering you and playing with your chest sets your skin on fire, her lips coming back your neck as she kisses and soothes your skin that she had just harshly bitten, a bruise already threatening to break through.

You throw your hips back harder as she snaps up into you, cupping your breasts and squeezing hard using them as leverage to fill you even deeper.

That's when you hear it a faint snapping noise, only just audible. Thinking nothing of it you urge the footballer to keep going, her athletic thighs and calves tensing as she ruts up into you.

"Keep going, I'm close" you groan out as Jessie pulls the panties from your mouth, she continued to snap up into you as your orgasm approached.

"Me too sweetie, I'm gonna fill you up so good. I want you to have my babies" she growls in your ear

"Fuck Jess, put a baby in me"

"You'd look so good and so full" she cries out before the last few thrusts.

"Show everyone I'm yours"

You shudder as you cum hard on her cock as she begins to shoot rope after rope of her seed inside the condom... or so you both thought.

After panting for a few moments regaining your composure and Jessie hers, you wife slid her self out to see the remnants of a snapped condom and her cum dripping out of you.

"Shit"

"What? What's wrong?" You say in a haze

"Condom split" she mutters still staring at your breeded hole

"Oh"

"Well I wasn't joking, I really do what your babies Jess"

"You do?"

"I do" you confirm

"Fuck" she whispers starting to get stiff again "Right now?"

"I know we haven't talked about it much but I'd love to start a family with you"

"So would I" she says full of sincerity

Eying her up in the reflection you feel yourself throbbing once again.

"Might as well put that to use" you say reaching around and stroking her back to full attention

"Try again shall we" a slight lilt in your voice

"Don't have to ask me twice" she says turning you around throwing you against the door, a slight jump from you as you wrap your legs around her waist, her thick cock back inside you once again.

One arm wrapped around your back another braced against the wall as you clutched her shoulder, your other hand holding onto the top of the door frame.

Bouncing up and down on her cock as she slammed upwards matching your thrusts, burying your head in the crook of her neck you whisper some filthy things in her ear that have her crying out in pleasure.

"Fill me up with your babies Jess"

"Make me such a good mommy"

"Only you can stretch me this good" you emphasise with a moan and a bite to her ear lobe

Grabbing your hips she pistons into you faster and harder your nails scratching down your back.

Hissing in pleasure and pain her forehead beading with sweat as she continues to bottom out in you, pulling back leaving you empty before stretching you out again.

The feeling was so intense that you could hardly hold yourself up and clung onto Jessie as she fucked you into oblivion.

"Cum inside me please" you wail out as white heat blinds you, Jessie whimpering as she fills you with yet another load. Holding herself there hoping her seed will take.

When she pulls out you feel yourself gush all over your thighs, taking your fingers you dip them into your core before cleaning your sodden digits off in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them as Jessie looks you in the eye.

Dropping to her knees she looks up at you with pleading eyes

She grabs your leg throwing your thigh over her shoulder before kissing her way up to your molten core.

Dipping her tongue inside tasting your mixed arousal, her eyes fluttering back at your heady scent.

She couldn't help but suckle on your throbbing clit and bring your folds into her mouth lapping at you, already over sensitive you approached your third orgasm quickly and with a small whimper and shuddering legs you came once again.

Jessie caught you and stood up kissing you gently

"Hopefully that will help" she smirks before helping you get dressed again.

You gave yourselves a once over before Jessie whispered in your ear "go lay down so my load gets you knocked up" she kisses your temple before you both exit the cubicle.

An airplane of eyes on you both as yours found the floor, you found your way back to your seats and got comfortable, hiding you face under the blanket away from all the judgemental stares you were getting.

Apparently you weren't as quiet as you'd both thought...

[stargirlsfc]

"you've been mic'd up this whole time?"

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙶

description: in which jessie fleming is not afraid to go out walking in London at night - because of her guard dog

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jessie fleming x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Don't take any of this seriously xx

warnings: some swearing, cuteness, scary gf x cute gf (jessie being the cute one obvs) chelsea (a warning in itself), slight homophobia and scary teenagers

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y/n smiled softly as she pulled on her second boot, watching as Jessie hummed to herself while she pulled on her jacket, the young Canadian excited to go for her evening walk with her girlfriend.

The two couldn't be more different from each other, Jessie was short, sweet, and a happy looking girl with a gorgeous smile - which was what drew y/n in.

y/n was tall, curved, dark and almost scary looking from how her dark eyes were always cold and narrowed - people crossed the street to avoid passing her.

If seen together the two would look almost comical. Jessie in her blue shorts and grey hoodie, holding her coffee mug with a wide grin. y/n in her black jeans, fishnets and leather jacket.

y/n's hair was slicked back in her usual shag, and her lips were painted their usual dark colour as she held out her hand to Jessie who happily took it.

Jessie let y/n lock their apartment then skipped happily down toward the doors, y/n's hands swinging in hers as the tall woman easily kept up with her excitable girlfriend's skips.

Jessie and y/n passed one of their usual neighbours and the man chuckled at them as Jessie happily said 'hello' and y/n just nodded, watching as her girlfriend sighed in relief as they stepped into the city air.

"We'll walk to the park and back?" y/n offered to Jessie who nodded, happily taking her hand tighter as she wraps around y/n's arm. Sighing in relief as the taller woman wrapped her arm around Jessie's shoulder and brought her into her side.

"I've been thinking." Jessie begins softly.

"Oh no, that is never good." y/n chuckles and Jessie rolls her eyes, giggling as she nudges y/n with her hip.

"Shut up." Jessie hums. "I'm thinking about telling people, like about us." She continues and y/n smiles.

"Okay." y/n nods and Jessie looks up grinning.

"Really?" She asks and y/n nods. "Great." Jessie smiles.

y/n and Jessie had been together over a year. The main reason no one had figured it out was because y/n was a managing director and designer for a newer fashion company.

The company had taken off and y/n was now in charge of a team of 200 people instead of 20 when she first started the company with her friend over three years ago.

The few TikTok's her employees had managed to get her in people loved her, for her style and her youth, her humour and her sarcasm, but usually, y/n was just too busy to deal with the younger people's fun.

Some footballers had worn some of their clothes, though their main collab was with the Manchester City girls, which Jessie didn't forgive for a week.

However, occasionally someone would clock Jessie wearing some jeans from their 'Hopeless Blues' collection, or a top from their 'Fruity colours and quotes' one.

Though no one had expected it and therefore paired it up, with the main office being in Manchester, y/n could assume why people thought she worked there.

y/n had stopped to grab her and Jessie juice, paying the stall man with a smile she could see Jessie on her phone, but y/n assumed she was taking a selfie.

She walked over, mind running through the four meetings she had tomorrow, always finding their walks helpful to plan out her work day ahead for the next day.

"Thank you baby!" Jessie smiles, posting the video without much of a thought.

"Of course." y/n smiles, pecking Jessie's lips before the two continue their walk.

As they walked neither checked their vibrating phones, so neither saw the reaction to Jessie's video about her guard dog boyfriend - in trend with the Babushka song - going viral.

As the two continued walking a group of teenage boys walked past, rolling their eyes as the group snickered at the slurs they threw at the two.

"Fags honestly."

"Lesbos."

"Can I watch?"

"What did you just say?" y/n asks, turning to face the group, the three teenagers suddenly becoming very still and shocked.

"Well, we..." One of them tries.

"Think it's funny, hurling words you don't understand the meaning of because you see two girls holding hands?" y/n asks.

"Well..." one of them tries again.

"Think it's funny that you kids won't ever get respect from others outside of the level of people with two braincells because you think being homophobic is funny?" y/n asks them.

Their eyes had widened comically now, y/n was nothing short of scary when she needed to be, and despite having a 5ft 3 girl still connected to her hand, her point had clearly got through.

"Do better." y/n tells them angrily, before rolling her eyes and turning back to Jessie. "You okay baby?" y/n asks and Jessie can't help but smile as she leans up and kisses her girlfriend.

"As long as I have you baby." Jessie smiles before they continue their walk, leaving three sheepish boys behind them.

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"Babe!" y/n called out, a small snort falling from her lips as she hears Jessie's feet run across the apartment, y/n's eyes glued to her phone screen as she stops typing on her laptop.

"Yes?" Jessie asks as she sticks her head around the corner with a wide grin. "Wait, are you working?" Jessie asks. "Babe!" She huffs.

"I know, I know, I'm coming to watch the movie baby, I promise." y/n says trying to calm the Canadian down.

"It's half eight! Just put the laptop away." Jessie whines. "You said you were going to shower." She adds.

"And I did, hair all washed, see?" y/n tries. "I just thought I could get a quick email in about tomorrow's presentation." y/n tries but Jessie huffs and folds her arms.

"You always do this when we have our nights together." Jessie says, a pout on her lips as she fiddles with her hoodie. "I just wanna spend time with you." She adds and y/n sighs.

Jessie pouts and y/n groans, throwing her phone on the side and shutting her laptop. Jessie's eyes sparkle with victory as y/n walks over, arms wrapping around Jessie to hoist her onto her hips.

"Weeeee." Jessie says quietly, smiling as y/n sits on the bed, bringing Jessie onto her lap so she can connect their lips.

"I'm sorry I'm a work-aholic. But this company is my baby." y/n sighs.

"And you have done, still do and will do an amazing job, as long as you are able to take a break and give love to your adorable girlfriend." Jessie states.

"I can definitely do that last part." y/n smiles, leaning forward and pressing multiple pecks along Jessie's face, the footballer laughing as y/n's fingers dig into her sides.

Jessie jerks to the side, squealing in shock at being tickled, she tries to scramble away but y/n chuckles and uses her long legs to roll them, so she could stay on Jessie and keep tickling.

Jessie's squeals had now turned into breathless laughs, occasional begs to stop as y/n watched with an evil grin as tears of joy raced down Jessie's cheeks.

"Okay, okay, I'm done." y/n promises, holding her hands up as Jessie lets out a huff of relief, glaring at her lover who chuckles.

y/n grins and leans forward, pressing several kisses to Jessie's lips, each one longer than the last, Jessie humming happily into the physical attention she was receiving.

"Also, guard dog, really?" y/n asks Jessie who giggles. y/n rolls her eyes but stands up, Jessie scrambling after and attaching herself to y/n's front, legs curled around her hips.

"Yes, really, you're my guard dog." Jessie states and y/n huffs but says nothing as she sits down on the sofa, bringing Jessie to the side of her.

Just as the two go to begin their movie, there is a series of rapid knocks on the door and y/n groans, pressing her lips to Jessie's cheek before moving to the door and ripping it open.

A determined Sam Kerr shrieks at how quick the door opens and her jaw drops as she looks up at the tall woman in front of her trying to figure out her height.

"Fuck you're tall." Sam says in shock.

"What do you want?" y/n asks her, confused as to why she had turned up.

"Um, my friend admits she has a girlfriend I haven't met on TikTok and you thought you could have a quiet night in?" Sam asks and y/n sighs, running a hand over her face.

"She's in the living room." y/n explains and Sam storms in, y/n shutting the door rather firmly.

"JESSIE FLEMING." Sam's shout rings and y/n chuckles at that. She may have never met Sam before, but she could already tell they would get on.

"Babe! Help!" Jessie calls and y/n sighs, walking back to her girlfriend where Sam sat on her, hands trying to tickle at the giggling girl's sides.

y/n's shoulders roll back and she reaches over and pull Sam from her girlfriend, throwing the footballer onto the other sofa and falling next to Jessie.

The Canadian grins widely and scuttles into y/n's lap Sam watching with wide shocked eyes.

"You're a strong'un." Sam states.

"She's mine to touch Kerr. You lay off." y/n warns and Sam snorts in shock as Jessie presses a kiss to y/n's cheek.

"Sam, meet my girlfriend/guard dog y/n. y/n meet one of my closest friend's Sam." Jessie explains and y/n chuckles.

"Pleasure to meet you Kerr." y/n smiles, leaning over to shake Sam's hand, her other arm wrapping around Jessie to keep her stable on her lap.

"I so need you to fight Millie!" Sam grins and y/n laughs.

"Look forward to it." She nods.

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microphone drop j.f x reader

plot: In which Vanessa forgets to tell Jessie she is mic’d up and all she talks about is you

warning: just fluff

Jessie was in the gym after training when Vanessa caught her.

“Jeff, Jflem, Jessatron, the Jessanator, the-“

“Hi” Jessie cut her friend off before she said random words with ‘jess’ in front of it.

“Whatchu up to?” Vanessa asked and Jessie motioned to the weights next to her “nice, hot your PB yet?”

Jessie crossed her head “no but y/n is helping me at home”

Vanessa smiled at the mention of you, she thought you were good for Jessie. You made her happy and Sinc always says she would never forget how giddy Jessie got after the first Australian friendly and you asked to swap shirts with her.

“How is y/n/n?”

Jessie blushed, “good, really good uhm did I tell you about my plan yet or-“

“No tell me, tell me now”

Even Vanessa forgot she was mic’d.

“Well after international break and before Olympics I was planning on proposing and-“ “what!” Vanessa jumped up in excitement

Jessie looked around nervously “yes?”

“This is huge Jessie” Vanessa smiled at her and she rubbed her already red cheeks “How are you going to do it?”

Jessie sat down next to Vanessa and pulled out her phone, excited to go into detail about this with someone.

“Okay so this is the ring, I saw her look at it before when we were buying a gift for her sister, it kinda gave me the whole idea in the first place but anyway” she rambled before going to her next photo of a FaceTime call with y/n’s parents as they gave a thumbs up.

“Then I got the permission from her parents but she likes to call them her rentals which I don’t get”

“Oh it’s like Australian slang there, parental figures without the ‘pa’” Vanessa explained and Jessie’s eyes widened as she finally got it “How do you know that?”

“Ellie”.

Jessie nodded before swiping to the next picture of confirmed plane tickets to Australia, your homeland “she thinks we’re going on a spontaneous trip to see her family, which we are but I’m also going to propose to her there” she explained and Vanessa swore she had never seen her captain so happy.

“And then I bought her this dress she always said she wanted but she said it was too cold to wear in London so I got it so she could wear it in Australia” Jessie said, swiping to the next picture as Vanessa realised Jessie had made an album dedicated to the planning of the big event.

“You going to do a speech”

“I want to try, I wrote one but I’m not that great at remembering lines” Jessie said, scratching behind her ear “that’s fine you’re good at thinking on the spot and also knowing y/n she will be saying yes even before your knee hits the ground”

Jessie smiled “I only plan on doing the ‘proposal’ thing once so I want it to be perfect for her”

Vanessa slapped her friend in the shoulder supportively “I’m sure y/n will think it’s perfect no matter what”.

It wasn’t until later when Jessie had finished spotting Vanessa on chest pressed and the social media came over asking for the mic was when her face paled over.

“You were mic’d the entire time?” She asked, her cheeks red as panic now evident on her face.

“Did I forget to tell you?” Vanessa asked as she thought back to their conversation.

“You know you cannot use any of that”.

[flemingsjersey]

Jessie before the 2nd half 😭

(Vid from @ jisun_e on Twitter)

[bdwoso]

I'm 100% sure it was Jeffrey's idea to watch the solar eclipse 🥰

And why do I get the feeling that the rest of the team weren't very interested while Jessie was totally into it 😭

Just look at her

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Captain 🍁

[flemingsfreckles]

Jessie with her mascot at last nights game! Video on the Canadian team’s Twitter 🥹 finally one that isn’t the same height it as her

[hgfictionwriter]

Revelations: Part Five

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Tensions and emotion have been building for weeks and weeks. You're still trying to reconcile what your relationship - and your future - was, and what it is now. Everything comes to a head.

Warnings: Angst. Mention of masturbation and sex. Language.

A/N: Rest of the series can be found here.

"How's my beautiful girl? I can't wait to see how gorgeous you'll look."

You sighed inwardly as you read Jessie's text as you and your friends waited. You were wedding dress shopping today and this was your first booking of the day.

Jessie's text sparked a smile, however it was brief as your eye was drawn to the prior messages from the other day.

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"Hey, I know it's [y/friend's] birthday dinner on Friday and the reservation is at 6:00. Do you know if we're all starting right away or do you think there'll be drinks first and then dinner later?"

"I'm not sure. Why?"

"Well, it's just that Zoie starts swimming Friday and her class starts at 5:30. I'm just trying to sort out how I might be able to do both."

"Babe?"

"I don't have to go to her class. It's totally fine. There'll be others."

"It's fine Jess. Just show up when you can."

"No, it's okay. They probably won't even do much day one. I'll go to the next one."

"Jess. Go to Zoie's class. She'd want you there."

"You sure? It's not too, too far from where you guys are meeting. So I shouldn't be overly late. I'll bring [y/friend] a bottle of her favourite wine."

"All good. We'll be happy to see you whenever you get there."

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You sighed again as you finished rereading. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard and you found it difficult to muster up the energy to respond. You did though.

"You know you're not supposed to see the wedding dress until the actually wedding, right? lol"

You name was called and your head snapped up and a polite smile crossed your face as you stood. You tucked your phone away and your friends ushered you along after the consultant.

"It says here you have a December wedding," the consultant remarked as she turned to you with a warm smile while you walked.

"Oh, yeah," you answered tepidly, somehow caught off guard by the comment.

"Winter weddings are nice! And we don't get quite as many of those," she commented lightly as she continued to lead you and your friends to the room at the back.

"Oh. My fiancée is a footballer, so we scheduled it during her off season."

"Very nice," she said. "Now, what kind of a style were you thinking for your dress?" She asked as you reached your destination and she turned to you with clasped hands awaiting your response.

Your mind went eerily blank. You'd envisioned a dress, or at least a couple, several times before. You'd pictured Jessie standing at the end of the aisle, tears in her eyes as she watched you walk down the aisle. You'd pictured how tenderly she'd hold your hands as you said your vows. You'd pictured her slipping the band on your finger. The kiss.

But right now you just felt tired and you mind slowly churned as it tried to conjure up a vision.

You blushed in embarrassment. "Um, I don't really know. Whatever looks good, I guess," you said with a laugh you hoped didn't sound too forced.

Your friends immediately jumped in with ideas and for that were you thankful.

Soon you were offered option after option after option. One dress held up after another, each awaiting your approval or disapproval, everyone watching you closely. You could feel your nerves starting to fray as this whole exercise began to overwhelm you.

Eventually, to put a stop to the carousel of dresses, you picked the one that actually stayed in your mind throughout the barrage of options. Everyone chattered excitedly as the dress was retrieved and the consultant opened the lush curtains to the fitting room.

You stepped in and she began to prepare some things for you. Subconsciously you retrieved your phone, looking for some kind of distraction and reprieve from the way your heart was beating loud in your chest.

You opened Instagram mindlessly and the first story on your feed was one Sara posted.

You hadn't wanted to add her. But she extended an invite, and, well, Jessie had her now too, so you might as well be in than out.

You vaguely noted the consultant talking to you over her shoulder, but you were more focused on the clip of Jessie and Zoie kicking a soccer ball back and forth at the park, laughing and running together. The caption, "She wants to be just like her mama" sent a searing pain through your chest.

"Okay, you're all set."

"Hm?" You asked blankly as you looked up from your phone to the woman. Your eyes darted between her and the dress and you plastered a smile on your face. "Oh, great. Thank you."

"Don't worry much about fit right now. It's probably going to feel bulky and not quite right, but that's all stuff we tailor and sort out as part of the alterations. Now, do you want to call one of your friends in to help with the dress?"

"Oh, yeah," you said as you shook your head out with another practiced smile while you tried to stay present.

Your friend helped you step into the dress and you even managed to have a laugh during the whole process as she zipped you up. A soft smile was still on your face as she turned you towards the full-length mirrors. She rested her hands on your shoulders as she took you in, a smile of awe on her face.

You looked at your reflection as you stood there in what could be your wedding dress. You were smiling in the mirror, a smile of yours that had become second nature the past few months and one that you were oh so sick of. This image before you - you smiling in this gorgeous gown, a vision of you at the alter - it felt distant and foreign. You didn't recognize this person.

"You look stunning. What do you think?" Your friend asked. You smiled further.

"I like it," you lied.

As she unzipped you later, you purposefully made a request that drew her away and left you to stand there quietly in front of the mirror alone as you held up the dress with one hand.

This should've been a joyous moment. Instead, you felt like you were mourning a future that never came to be.

That image of Jessie laughing and running around with Zoie - knowing that it was Sara watching on, not you - flashed through your mind.

There were two parallel worlds happening. Jessie your fiancée. Jessie, doting parent to a daughter that wasn't yours, dedicated co-parent and partner to someone who wasn't you.

You stared at yourself for a few moments before your eyes began to sting and your lip trembled. You immediately turned away and took a deep, shuddering breath.

You had a choice to make. Or rather, whether you liked it or not, it felt like the choice had been made for you.

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You heard Jessie's key slide into the lock and the bolt turn before the door opened. Her voice carried down the hall as you heard her taking off her shoes, bags rustling in hand.

"Hey, you didn't get back to me, so I just picked up some stuff for stir fry. Is that okay?"

You didn't reply.

Instead, you remained seated at the kitchen table, shoulders slack and body listless as you stared vacantly at the shining diamond ring you'd set in the middle of the table. This ring that she'd bought and given to you with love, with promise, intent and dreams.

You absently rubbed your ring finger that now felt naked. In the grand scheme of things, the ring hadn't been on your finger for all that long, but you felt something akin to phantom sensations despite it.

"Oh, there you are. Are you-"

Jessie's words died off as did her steps as she came to a stop a couple of feet from you. You didn't have to look up to know her eyes were fixed on the ring as well.

You room was heavy with silence before you finally forced yourself to look up at her. You could feel tears forming behind your eyes already. Her gaze shifted from the ring to you and you immediately noticed the shimmering of her eyes.

She visibly swallowed and when she spoke her voice trembled just so despite the faint smile she tried to force. "Hey, what's going on?"

You inhaled as you shifted in your seat to face her. You went to speak, but your throat constricted with impending emotion and your lip began to quiver as tears threatened to fall.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say as you looked up at her. She dropped your gaze, eyes shifting to the floor and you noted how her hands balled tightly into fists as she tried to control her emotions. Her eyes remained transfixed on the floor and you repeated yourself, your voice wavering this time. "I'm sorry, Jess."

She didn't say anything right away and you were about to speak when a tear fell from her, catching the light from the room before it hit the ground.

She looked up at you, eyes brimming with tears and looking so crestfallen. Her cheeks were flushed red; you reflected idly on how there was a time when you'd have inspired that in her as a blush, now here you were breaking her heart.

Your shoulders shook as your own tears began to overtake you. You sniffled and began to speak, feeling the need to explain and to fill this aching silence.

"It's not that I don't love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. You're everything I could ever want," your voice rose in pitch as your vocal cords strained. "But I just feel like every day - at one point or another - my heart is getting broken over and over again. I thought I'd be able to fix things. To just get over things. But I haven't. And I'm just starting to feel numb. I-I just don't know what to do anymore."

Jessie's breathing hitched as she began to muster a response, but you forged on feeling like if you didn't say everything you needed to now, you'd just fall back into her arms and that's where you'd stay.

"You have a new life. A new family-" You saw her ready to interject and you cut her off "-it's true, Jess. I know I'm your family, too. But so is Zoie. And Sara. I know you try to dismiss your connection with her, but you are tied to her forever. And I know you don't want to give her precedence over me, but reality is, she's the mother of your child and always will be. You need to put Zoie first, and by proxy, at times Sara - and I can't fault you for that. Your duty and your dedication to your loved ones is one of the many things about you I fell in love with," you forced a laugh as tears fell. You looked at her sadly.

"You gained a family. And I feel like I lost one. It's no one's fault. Maybe that's what makes it so hard." You took a shaky breath. "I think I would've handled this better if I'd come in knowing you had this. But for it to come up the way it has...it's turned everything upside down for me and I just don't know how to right it. I wish I did," you said remorsefully as you dropped her gaze and blinked through more tears. Your hands shook as you wrung them before looking up at her.

"I just don’t feel like I fit anymore. I’ve been trying. I want nothing more than a future with you, but it just doesn’t feel right anymore.”

Jessie had been crying quietly as she listened to you speak. Her face was red, her cheeks tear-stained as her chest hitched now and then with unsteady breaths.

Surprise flooded your system and she knelt in front of you. Here she was, on bended knee, taking your hands in hers, sorrow in her eyes and such a contrast from when she knelt before you in much the same way many months before, except that time with unhindered hope and love as she asked you to be hers forever.

“Please don’t do this. I know it’s hard right now. But we can find a way. It’ll get better. And easier. I promise," Jessie beseeched as she looked up at you from her position on the floor.

You didn't know what to say. There wasn't really anything to say. So you just smiled apologetically, hoping she could see how much this was breaking your heart as well.

Jessie searched your eyes and you saw her expression fall furthermore as she cried anew. She clutched your hands as quiet sobs began to take her.

“I’m so sorry. For everything. I never wanted this to happen," she said through her cries. It tore you apart seeing her like this, but in some bizarre way it actually affirmed your decision. You squeezed her hands, caressing the back of them tenderly with your thumbs.

“I know, baby. But I guess this is just how life is. Things can be unexpected. And they don’t always go the way you planned. And this is exactly why this won’t work. You shouldn’t have to feel sorry. You shouldn’t have to apologize. You have a gorgeous, sweet little girl. And there’s nothing wrong with that. At all. She deserves all of you and you shouldn't have to choose. And I know I'm the one who's been forcing you to."

You paused, trying to gather your composure, but your voice was still taut as you spoke.

"I'm sorry I'm so selfish. But I also know I'd never forgive myself if Zoie got even the slightest sense that any of this...strife, or difficulty, was because of her. She doesn't deserve that and it's certainly not her fault."

Jessie looked ready to protest. You forged on.

"I truly wish the best for you and for Zoie. And even Sara," you added with a watery laugh before you sniffled. "I know it hasn't been easy navigating things, Jess. I know how hard you tried. And it meant so much that you tried." You let out a brief sob. "Thank you for loving me." Jessie's face collapsed in tears as you said that and she reached up to cup your cheek. You couldn't resist leaning into her touch, but you had to finish what you had to say.

"I stopped wishing that I had gotten to you first. Then you'd be mine, and we could have our old life, or God, that it would be our child we're raising. But even that didn't feel good, because then Zoie wouldn't exist. And that's not right. She's added so much light and love to your life, to your family's - and despite the complications, mine too. I just can't embrace everything the way you have. I can't let go of what I wanted."

You took a shaky breath.

"To be honest - I just don't like who I am right now. How I've been feeling. What I'm bringing to our relationship. So," your features screwed up as you tried to put on a brave face, "it's time for me to go."

Jessie shook her head with a pained expression.

"No, you don't have to. Babe, please," she pleaded as more tears fell, "we can figure this out. I know you feel like you don't fit anymore, but you really do. What can I do to help you see that?" You let her question hang and she stared at you expectantly. She tried to smile, but it flickered with the heartache she was feeling. "We belong together. We love each other."

She said it with such finality it almost convinced you that it was enough.

You looked at her with the first real smile in what felt like so long. You were crying through it, but it was real.

"You deserve so much happiness," you said.

Jessie searched your eyes as she absorbed your words. A sob escaped her and she looked down. A moment passed and she leant her head down and kissed your hand, her lips lingering on your skin for several seconds before she pulled back.

She swallowed visibly as she brought her other hand to yours now as well, clasping yours in both of hers. Her eyes were still trained down as she nodded once. A beat passed and she looked up at you, brown eyes glistening and mournful, but somehow still full of love. She nodded once more as she gave you as brave a smile as she could, no matter how heartbroken she was.

"You deserve all the happiness in the world, too," she whispered, voice breaking.

She rose up higher onto her knees and you both met in a soft, tight embrace. Cries wracked your body and hers as you clung onto one another. You inhaled her scent, eyes closing as you willed yourself to remember it; to remember the feel of her hair, the sound and feel of her breath, the feel of her body against yours - you engrained it all.

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Sometimes, when a relationship ends, you don't know how the other person will be. Someone who you felt you knew so well can become a stranger overnight. But, that wasn't the case with Jessie.

She was gracious and loving despite the breakup. So much so that sometimes you had to remind her - as painful as it was - that you didn't belong to each other anymore.

"Hey, I'll be home late night. Midfielders are doing some extra technical work this afternoon. I'll text you when I'm done though. I could bring you home dinner or something though?" She'd asked hopefully one time as you both readied for the day.

"That's sweet of you to offer, but it's okay. And it's considerate, but you don't need to keep me apprised of your day. You don't owe me that," you gently reminded her. She gave you a tight, pained smile as she nodded her acceptance.

"Right," she said with a weak laugh. "Well. I guess I'll see you later, then. Um. Have a good day."

The few weeks until you could take possession of a new apartment had been awkward and delicate. You offered to move in with a friend in the interim, but Jessie had convinced you not to. Well, she wasn't wrong that living out of a suitcase for that long would be unnecessarily annoying, and there was certainly no point in moving all of your things twice. So, you'd stayed, with Jessie insisting on relegating herself to an air mattress in the living room. You'd argued with her, but she'd dug her heels in.

The days went by slowly, and at the same time, your move in date grew steadily closer and the pit in your stomach grew just the same. You'd had cold feet several times, but knew it was just some misguided part of you looking for the easy path and short-term pay-off.

It was hard to not have doubts when - despite everything - you and Jessie still got along so well. While it was undeniably hard to be in the same room as her and not be with her, it was still easy in a way. When you allowed yourself, you could chat about your days, even laugh.

What caused the most confusion was probably the fact that you didn't know how to be Jessie's friend. Even when you and her had been just friends at the beginning - a lifetime ago now - there was always something underlying. You had chemistry from the get-go and it was near impossible to deny.

And now, after everything, how could you possibly pretend to just be friends. How could you pretend you weren't in love with her? How could you pretend that this woman sitting a couple feet from you on the couch didn't preoccupy your every thought and could make or break you with her words.

Hell, that not only did she own your heart and mind, but your body, too. That as you laid there lonely in this bed you used to share, that your hand strayed as memories flooded your senses. Of all those nights, mornings, stolen moments, where she made love to you so passionately and desperately. The feeling so intimate and tender, like you were the only person on this earth with her and you the only one who could give her what she needed while she was the only one who could make you whole.

And with the way she looked at you - sometimes unabashed, sometimes fleeting - how could you pretend that she didn't feel the same way?

During moments of weakness, it seemed a silly thing to fight. In a world as dark and lonely as this one could be, why would you leave someone you loved and who loved you back?

But when Jessie spent nights coordinating things with Sara and then went out with her and Zoie on others, you remembered.

The day came when you took possession of your new apartment. You'd initially resisted her offer to help you move, but your resolve weakened and failed.

She'd worn a bright smile all day as she cheerfully tackled every task. You knew her well though; she was trying far too hard.

She helped you arrange furniture, move boxes around, check all the fixtures in the new place, the list went on. Even after you'd dismissed your friends, she'd insisted on sticking around and began helping you unpack.

Her eager assistance carried on into the night. Each time she finished one task, she readily started on another and good-naturedly dismissed your offers to let her stop.

As she chatted fast and constant throughout the night, hitting any and every topic she could, you saw this woman before you - the woman you well and truly loved - making every excuse to not leave. And truthfully, you were happy to delay the inevitable goodbye.

So for now, you both knew what she was doing, but neither of you vocalized it.

You eventually checked your phone. 12:30 am.

"Okay, so I was thinking of unpacking your books over here for now. I saw this really nice bookcase online the other day - I can get it for you over the weekend if you like. I think it could go really well over here. And-"

"Jess."

Her movements stilled and the room grew silent and heavy. She slowly turned to face you and you could see her thinly veiled trepidation.

You offered her a regretful smile as you fought back emotions and grief that began to bubble up inside of you.

"You should go...," you said gently.

She held your gaze for several moments, seemingly teetering on the edge of whether to protest or not. She nodded sadly and forced a smile that faltered as her eyes began to fill with tears.

She forced a laugh as she closed the space between you.

"It's a nice place. Could use some colour, but I know you'll take care of that," she said as she scratched nervously at the back of her neck and gave another weak laugh.

"Thanks for all of your help. Truly," you said.

Her eyes brimmed with tears and her mouth quivered faintly. "Anytime," she said, voice thick with emotion.

She stared at you a moment longer before exhaling, puffing out her cheeks before trying to choke back tears. "I know we're not together. But," she paused, debating her words, "I really do love you. I know you can't make any promises, but, if you're open to it I want you in my life." A quiet sob veiled as a laugh escaped her. "I don't know what my life looks like without you."

"I love you, too, Jessie," you said. You couldn't lie about that.

She embraced you and you held each other tightly in a lingering, tearful hug. Neither of you wanted to be the first to let go.

You eventually conceded and gingerly, regretfully, extracted yourself from her arms. Her fingers lingered as long as she could let them before you stepped back.

You gave her a watery smile.

"Take care of yourself, Jessie."

The statement seemed to wound her, but she covered it up with a tight smile.

"You too."

As you stood before her, a brief recollection came to you of a time long past; your first date. Even then, you knew with absolutely certainty you were going to see her again. As soon as possible if you could help it.

For the first time since the beginning, you didn't know if or when you'd see her again.

You gave her another quick hug, yet again committing her and everything about her to memory.

"I'll see you," you said softly as you hugged her. "And we'll talk soon. Good night, Jess."

Her cheek brushed against yours as she slowly pulled back. Her eyes shone with fresh tears. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it, offering you a renewed smile instead.

"Good night, Y/N."

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A/N: I did say that things would get a lot rougher before they got better. Let me know your thoughts.

Tag requests: @marvelwomen-simp @valuyhh

[flemingology]

too hot to handle ─ jessie fleming x reader

in which: jessie and you get a little too rough beneath the sheets, with consequences to follow

warnings: smut (18+), oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), dirty talk, language, mentions of injury but nothing too major

wc: 3.5K

a/n: based on a request i got. hope you enjoy!

“You looked great tonight,” Jessie said, closing the door of your shared apartment behind her. You turned your body back towards your girlfriend and walked towards her, her arms circling around your waist and head finding solace on your shoulder. “Thank you, baby. So did you. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you half the time.”

Jessie and you had just returned from the end-of-season event organized by the Thorns. Every player and their plus one were invited, so naturally you accompanied your girlfriend. You both dressed up nicely, you wearing a dark green dress Jessie had recently gotten you, the midfielder wearing a matching dark green pair of suit pants with a white button shirt to top it off. You’d received quite a few compliments from teammates and partners on your outfits throughout the night.

“Neither could I. It’s a miracle we made it through without a bathroom break,” your girlfriend chuckled before she disentangled herself from you. “You want some water before we go upstairs?” you nodded, following your girlfriend into the kitchen. The room was quiet. Nothing could be heard apart from the faint buzzing of the fridge and the water that Jessie let run while she filled both of your glasses. Portland had long gone to sleep, the clock nearing 2 by the time the both of you had made it back to your apartment. Neither of you had anticipated to be out this late, having an appointment in the morning for a house viewing. You could feel your eyes getting drowsy.

“Here. Drink this and then we can get some sleep,” Jessie pushed one of the glasses she filled in your hands and ushered you to get it down. Designated driver as usual, Jessie hadn’t drank any alcohol tonight. You, on the other hand, had a few glasses and you could feel it. You weren’t anywhere near drunk, but you knew you’d have a headache in the morning if you didn’t drink some water now. Jessie had already made her way upstairs while you were checking the lights and locks.

You made a quick stop in the bathroom to wash off your make-up and a shortened skin-care routine, and grabbed a couple painkillers from the medicine cabinet before you emerged into the bedroom. “God, you look good,” you slightly jumped at the sudden voice breaking the silence, turning your body towards Jessie and tilting your head. “Thank you, baby,” you couldn’t hide the blush that coated your cheeks, your feelings slightly heightened with the alcohol you consumed earlier still coursing through your body.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, you know. I feel like I’ve said it about a dozen times tonight, but you look incredible in a suit,” you confessed, crossing the little distance between the two of you. Jessie had unbuttoned the first few buttons on her shirt but hadn’t undressed further. You leant your head down and pressed a tender kiss on the exposed skin of her chest. You didn’t miss the slight hitch in her breath at the feel of your lips against her body. You came back up and looked at her with a glint in your eye, one that she’d grown to know all too well.

“It’s late, baby. We shouldn’t be doing any of the things you have going on in your mind right now,” Jessie said. You sighed in mock annoyance, both because she was onto you without even saying a word and because she was already turning things down before they had even started. You tried your luck anyway, tracing your index finger over the exposed skin where she had unbuttoned her shirt. “Are you sure?”

Jessie closed her eyes and tried to ground herself, taking a deep breath in through her nose before speaking. “You know what you’re doing to me,” she breathed. You frowned in confusion and cocked an eyebrow at your girlfriend before you replied. “You’re not getting worked up over this, are you? That’s pathetic, Jess”, you said, knowing the slight hint of degradation in your voice would only work her up even further.

She opened her eyes and you noticed how their color had darkened, her pupils blown with what was obviously lust. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. It was past 2, after all, and you had to be up early in the morning. You’d scold yourselves over it if you didn’t go to bed right now, but the thrill was growing to be too much – the few glasses of alcohol you had throughout the night not helping your self-control by any means.

Before you could speak up and tease her further, the Canadian surged forward and pressed her lips against yours, hard. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” she mumbled against your lips before you opened yours, allowing her tongue to slide into your mouth to which you let out a soft gasp. “I don’t hear you complaining, Fleming.” 

Jessie took the reins in the kiss, pushing the two of you until the back of your knees hit the mattress, carefully lowering the both of you down as she hovered over you, holding herself up on her arms. Kissing Jessie never got old. She knew what you liked and didn’t like and knew how to get you completely at her mercy with barely a few brushes of her lips against yours.

Despite having only just started, you could feel the wetness between your legs growing to a near-uncomfortable level. On another day, you might’ve felt slightly embarrassed at how easy it was for Jessie to get you soaked, but you couldn’t care less at this moment in time. “Jess,” you breathed, a soft whimper escaping your throat as you pressed a hand against your girlfriend’s chest to break the kiss. “I need you,” you said matter-of-factly.

A sly grin formed on Jessie’s face and she got up quickly, ridding her of the rest of her clothes, leaving herself in her underwear before she turned back to you. “Get up baby, I’ll help take off your dress,” you quickly followed Jessie’s instructions as she let her hands roam all over your back before she undid your zipper and the piece of clothing pooled at your feet. “You look incredible, I hope you know that.”

Jessie circled her arms around your waist and you did the same around her neck, playing with the baby hairs that didn’t manage to make it in her ponytail. With Jessie, you were never short of praise. Whether it was about how you looked, how something suited you, how you were doing at work, she always made sure that you knew just how much she loved you, that you never had any lingering doubts about her or your relationship. “Mhmm,” you mumbled, pressing your forehead against hers. You liked the change in pace, compared to earlier. No rushing to get each other’s clothes off, just reveling in the love and adoration you had for one another. “You’ve told me a couple times, yeah”, you accentuated your words with a fleeting kiss against Jessie’s slightly chapped lips. You made a mental note to buy some more chapstick on your next grocery run. The remnants of the couple drinks earlier had now finally worn off, no longer feeling tipsy. “I’m never, ever, getting enough of you, darling,” Jessie whispered. “Well, I’d hope so, because you’re stuck with me, Jess.”

The midfielder chuckled and closed her eyes, brushing her nose against yours. “Wouldn’t want to be stuck with anyone else”, Jessie let her hands wander back to your front and inched them upwards until she reached your bra. She traced the outline of the garment with her index finger, silently asking for permission to take it off. You nodded, blowing out a breath you didn’t know you were keeping in. Jessie’s arms circled around you once more, now to expertly unclasp your bra behind your back and letting it fall to the ground, bunching together with your dress that was discarded earlier. “You too?” you questioned, forever slightly insecure whenever you were the only one – almost – naked in the bedroom.

You missed Jessie’s body heat the second she took a step away from you, sliding the sports bra she was wearing over her head and throwing it on the growing pile of clothes near the edge of the bed. “Better?” she questioned with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Jessie stepped back towards you and embraced you once more, seemingly not able to get enough of your body pressing against hers. You nodded, pressing a kiss against her exposed shoulder. “I wanna make love to you,” Jessie whispered in your ear. You looked up at her with a look full of love. Your cheeks now coated in a darker shade of red, blushing at the earnestness in her voice, you bit your lip. “Please do,” Jessie brushed her thumb across your bottom lip before kissing it softly, taking your hand and leading you back to the bed.

You propped yourself up against the pillows, getting comfortable. You forgot about the time, about your appointment tomorrow morning, all the valid reasons why you shouldn't be doing this, and why you definitely shouldn't be dragging it out at all. But with the way Jessie spoke to you earlier, the way she handled your body with care and looked at you like you hung the moon and the stars, you wanted nothing more than to be intimate with her.

Your girlfriend settled between your legs and started peppering kisses all over your face and down your neck, switching between her tongue, teeth and lips, making your head dizzy with pleasure. She whispered sweet nothings in your ear every time she came back up, nipping on your earlobe in the process – something she knew would drive you wild. Before long, she slid further down your body and started pressing kisses against the exposed skin of your boobs. She let her tongue glide over one of your nipples before taking it in her mouth, sucking lightly as she pinched the other between her thumb and index finger. The action had you growing restless and you pressed your thighs against each other, something Jessie didn't fail to notice.

"Getting worked up, baby?" She knew what the answer was, but she loved to hear it from you firsthand. "Yeah," you breathed, finally being able to form a coherent sentence as you were given some reprieve by Jessie. "You're making me feel so good," you finished your sentence, locking eyes with Jessie. An earnest smile – it leant towards cocky – grew on her face, before she ducked her head again and continued her assault on your chest. Her licking and sucking on your nipples were a little less coordinated now, you could feel that she too was getting worked up.

A couple more moments went by, her attention shared between your nipples, before Jessie moved further down your body and tapped your hips, signaling you to lift them from the bed. You did so, and your girlfriend slid your underwear down your body, leaving you completely naked in bed. Your earlier comment in mind, she too stepped out of her boxers and made sure you didn't feel conscious about your naked state. She found her spot back between your legs, using her own to spread them. She looked up at you with a glint in her eye. "How do you want me?"

"Can I have your fingers, please? They feel so good inside of me," you bat your eyelashes at Jessie, teasing her a little further. You heard a groan escape her lips and you knew you had her where you wanted, sitting up and pulling her in a passionate kiss before she could even start thinking about her next move. Your lips moved in unison, all tongue and teeth as you tried to pull her impossibly closer to you. "Your fingers, Jess, please," you whimpered the last part in her ear and could feel the goosebumps rising on the back of her neck.

"Anything my lady wants, she gets," Jessie quipped back, before moving back down your body and nestling herself in between your spread legs. She pressed a couple lingering kisses against the insides of your thighs, taking her sweet time before she directed her face to where you wanted her. Jessie decided to tease you a little further, blowing a little air towards your core, which was drenched. "Jess," you said sternly, "please."

She let out a chuckle, but decided not to have you waiting any longer, pressing her tongue flat against your folds, before she licked up a long stripe from your hole up to the sensitive bundle of nerves that was sitting atop your folds, aching to be touched. She sucked and licked expertly at the nub, leaning her head down every now and then to gather some arousal on her tongue that was leaking out of your entrance. You were soaked by now, a moaning mess, and Jessie was sure you would be able to take about anything she wanted to give you.

She manoeuvred her body in a way that she could prop up her arm between your legs, using 2 of her fingers to gather a bit of arousal at your entrance before spreading it all over your folds. "Fuck, Jess," you whimpered, "that feels so good." "I know, baby, I know. Let it all out for me, mkay?" You nodded, leaning your head back into the pillows and your back arching as you felt Jessie teasing your entrance. "Please, please, I need you."

"What do you need, darling?" Jessie teased, pushing her fingers inside of you, no further than a couple centimeters. "Do you need this?" You squeezed the hand you were holding that wasn't holding your thighs apart, trying to form a coherent sentence. "Y-yes," another jolt of arousal coursing through you as Jessie pushed every so slightly deeper. "Fuck, Jess, I need you inside of me, please, I've been so good."

With that, Jessie filled you to the hilt. She pushed inside of you until her knuckles hit your folds, and curled her fingers to reach that spongey spot inside of you. Your back arched at the feeling, a loud moan escaping your lips as you felt the delicious curl of Jessie's thick fingers. Jessie bit her lip as she saw your blissed out expression, a frown etched on your face and your lips forming an 'O' while Jessie pushed her fingers in and out of you.

Her digits filled you deliciously and before you had the chance to register her movements, you felt her tongue licking through your folds again. The added pleasure was sending your head spiraling, no longer able to contain your moans. You were sure you were being way too loud, disturbing the neighbors at this ungodly time, but you couldn't care less right now, not when Jessie's fingers were plunging inside of you and her tongue was making you see stars.

Before you could grasp the feeling that was building in your stomach, Jessie pulled her fingers out of you. A whine got caught in your throat as you were about to complain about the empty feeling, but Jessie was back on you in a second. Her tongue was now stretching you out, digging inside of you deliciously. Her thumb started circling your clit, pressing down firmly on the sensitive nub. You let out a cry at the sensations that were overwhelming you, the added pleasure from her fingers on your clit almost sending you hurtling over the edge.

"Fuck, Jess, please don't stop, you're making me feel so good," you whimpered, tangling your fingers in her hair as she moved her tongue in and out of you. Suddenly, Jessie freezed, her tongue stilling inside of you and her thumb stopping its circular motion. You swore you could see a wince etched across her face, but you didn't manage to give it any mind because as you went to ask if she was okay, she continued her ministrations and you were back on the edge as soon as quick as you'd fallen off it earlier.

"Cum for me, baby, cum all over my tongue," Jessie said, giving your thigh a harsh squeeze as you locked your legs around her head, feeling the coil in your belly snap at the overwhelming pleasure Jessie was giving you. You arched your back off the bed and moaned her name loudly, biting your lip as you tried to keep the profanities in. A couple moments later, you started coming down from your orgasm and Jessie started slowing her actions, before pulling away from your core altogether.

The Canadian had a goofy grin etched on her face, her chin slick with your arousal. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a mess, courtesy of the way your thighs rubbed against her head as she was eating you out. Despite everything, you could tell something was off. Jessie climbed up your body and plopped down next to you, her head resting on her chest as you tried to catch your breath. She hadn't said a word ever since you came and you were growing quite self-conscious about the whole situation.

"Jess, are you okay?" you tried, raking your fingers through her curls, scratching at her scalp with your nails in the meantime. She gave you nothing more than a nod and a hum, not doing anything to ease your worries. You lifted her chin with your front and middle finger, forcing her to look at you. You leant in and pressed a soft kiss against her lips, one that grew a little heated rather quickly. Despite the orgasm, you were still feeling quite worked up. One of your hands found the back of her neck and the other cupped her cheek, deepening the kiss. You slid your tongue across Jessie's bottom lip, asking for silent permission to enter her mouth, but you were confused as the Canadian kept her lips pursed. You tried again, but to no avail.

You pulled away abruptly. "Jess, what's wrong? Don't lie to me." You knew something was up, Jessie wasn't one to refuse a kiss, definitely not after she had just made you cum. She always claimed that she loved it when she knew you could taste herself on her lips and her tongue. In the darkness of the room, you could still make out the blush that crept onto Jessie's cheeks. She opened her mouth a couple times, searching for the right words to say. "Babe, I-" she hissed, closing her mouth again with a wince. "I think I tore something in my mouth," she mumbled, trying to talk without opening her mouth too much.

You sat up straight and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Tore something?" you exclaimed, not sure what she was going at. "Yeah," she breathed, "right before you came, I felt like something tore in my mouth," you started getting worried, a frown etched on your face as Jessie explained what she felt. "But don't worry, I think I've read about this." Of course. If there was one certainty in life, it was Jessie doing research about quite literally everything. So it didn't come as a surprise to you, that somehow she knew what this was. "It's the tongue frenulum. I've read stories from a couple queer couples where it happened before. Apparently, some people even get it surgically removed because it's too much of a bother."

You chuckled, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. "My Goodness, Jess, did you really tear a part of your tongue while eating me out?" You smiled brightly at her, trying to lighten up the situation, but you could tell that she was actually hurting quite bad. "I think so...," she trailed off, digging her head in your chest. "I'm sorry, love, I can imagine it's not a very nice feeling."

Jessie breathed you in and lifted her head back up to meet yours. "Yeah, no, it's not nice. I hope it's not something that lingers, because I can assure you that there is no way I can use my tongue right now. It hurts to move it." You knew what Jessie was pointing at, she didn't want it to be a bother for your sex life.

You tried to come up with something that would make her feel a bit better about herself. "Hey, Jess," you booped her nose, "you made me feel very good, though. And I think this injury is nothing but a testament to just how good you can make me feel." You leaned in closer to her, whispering the next part in her ear. "You fuck me so good, always." You felt her body tense up at your words, grinning at yourself as you realized your words pulled the exact reaction out of her that you wanted.

"Well, I certainly hope that this pain subsides quickly so I can fuck you again, and again, and again," she accentuated every word with a kiss, earning a blush from you. "I love you so much," you said earnestly, pressing a soft kiss against Jessie's lips. "But if this means that I can't properly kiss you anymore, you better get that thing surgically removed, and quick."

[jessiexflem]

– life of the party | jessie fleming x reader

content: a little fluffy Jessie blurb for your new year's eve :)

word count: 661

“Are we lame?” you frown.

Jessie sets two wine glasses on the counter and scoffs, “We are not, why would you think that?”

Raising an eyebrow at her, you gesture to your New Year’s Eve set-up, which consisted of a bottle of sauvignon blanc and a 1000-piece puzzle. Empty takeout containers from your favorite sushi restaurant littered your dining table. Despite protest from your friends, you and Jessie opted to stay in this New Year’s, wanting to spend time with just each other. 

“Hey, you were the one who asked if we could pick out a new puzzle,” your girlfriend retorts, handing you your glass of wine before settling on the floor next to the coffee table. You slide off of the couch to sit next to her.

“Cheers?” you hold your glass out, and Jessie clinks hers to yours. 

Sipping on your wine, you and Jessie sit in comfortable silence as you work on opposite sides of your puzzle. You make a face at the pile of blue pieces in front of you, cursing yourself for picking one with a solid background.

“I don’t like this one,” you sigh.

“We’ve barely started on it,” Jessie chuckles, “I–”

“Don’t you dare,” you shoot a playful glare at your girlfriend, knowing that an ‘I told you so’ was about to leave her lips. 

You were never really into puzzles until you started dating Jessie, and even now, your patience was thin with them. Normally, you would start working on the border until you get frustrated, then spend the rest of your time cuddling into Jessie and watching her finish the rest. You had been at the store earlier today, when you pointed out the puzzle to your girlfriend. She tried to tell you that she knew you wouldn’t enjoy this particular one, but you insisted on buying it to add to your collection.

“Which part are you stuck on?” she asks, glancing over to your side of the table. Jessie places a few pieces down, finding the correct ones almost immediately. 

“How are you so good at this?”

“Practice,” a smile quirks at Jessie’s lips, “and patience.”

You roll your eyes before glancing at your phone, noting the time. “Oh, the countdown! Turn on the TV!”

Jessie obliges and flips the channel to the New Year’s Eve countdown.

“Shoot, I’ve got to figure out who I’m going to kiss at midnight,” she jokes, “What about you? Do you have a New Year’s kiss?” 

“Well, there’s this really cute girl sitting near me that I’m hoping will let me kiss her,” you grin, “Lots of freckles and curly hair, she’s exactly my type.”

“One minute!” the television host chirps into his microphone.

Jessie stands, holding her hand out to you to help you off the floor. Excitement fills inside of you, as the countdown gets closer to midnight. 

“For the record, I think that girl with the freckles and curly hair wants to kiss you at midnight, too,” your girlfriend smirks, pulling you into her so that you’re standing chest to chest.

“Yeah?” you wrap your arms around her neck as her hands find their way to your hips. 

“Five, four,” shout the announcers on the television, “Three, two, one!”

“Happy New Year, love,” Jessie whispers before leaning in, her lips pressing against yours.

“Happy New Year, my darling,” you smile, a yawn escaping your lips.

“Ready for bed?” Jessie asks, matching your yawn with one of her own.

You glance at the clock behind Jessie’s head. 9:01 PM. Three hours until midnight in Portland. The sounds of Ryan Seacrest and his celebrity friends celebrating the New Year in New York City continued to fill your living room. You look back at Jessie, who wore a sheepish smile on her face.

“Okay,” she admits, “we might, just maybe, be a little bit lame.”

You giggle, pulling your girlfriend toward your shared bedroom. “I wouldn’t want to be lame with anyone else next year.”

[thirstywoso]

This woman and her yapping 😭