#i still want to know what jessie tried to do

[natsaffection]

Not like the stories. | N.R

BasketballPlayer!Natasha x Cheerleader!Reader

Everyone says Natasha Romanoff is a heartbreaker, cold, careless, and dangerous. A player who leaves a trail of broken girls behind her and never looks back. But when she catches your eye across a crowded place and starts to unravel everything you thought you knew, you realize the stories might not be the full truth. Because beneath the reputation and the swagger is someone quieter. Softer. Someone who sees you in a way no one else ever has, and doesn’t ask for anything in return.

Warnings: girls being sexualized, none for now

Word count: 2,7k

A/n: First off..!- I don’t even know how many parts there will be. 🍾 But, I like the chemistry…feels oddly familiar.

It was too early in the school year for everything to already feel so loud.

The cafeteria was packed, students flooding the long tables like they hadn’t seen each other in decades instead of just three months. Back-to-school energy vibrated through the walls, locker doors slamming, trays clattering, laughter bubbling from every direction. It was all background noise, really, but to you, it might as well have been static. Your focus was drifting..Again.

“…and Coach said if we don’t hit the new formation by Friday, we’re running suicides until our thighs fall off..” Lexie was saying, twirling her smoothie straw with a dramatic sigh.

You sat at the edge of the cheer table, chin propped on your hand, trying to listen. You really were. But your mind kept pulling you elsewhere, like a stubborn tide.

“I think it’s cute when our thighs fall off.” another girl, Jessie giggled, nudging Lexie. “Mine are finally getting somewhere.”

“Ugh!” Lexie rolled her eyes. “You don’t count. Your body’s already perfect. Right, you? Back me up.”

You hummed vaguely in agreement, your eyes drifting, again, across the cafeteria. You didn’t mean to look. You told yourself you were just spacing out. Just observing. That it was muscle memory, nothing intentional. But there she was.

Natasha Romanoff.

Like gravity, she pulled focus. Your gaze settled on her automatically. She was surrounded, as usual, her basketball teammates crowding around their end of the room, the unofficial royal court of the school’s social hierarchy. Even sitting still, Natasha looked like she was mid-motion. Like she was seconds away from doing something sharp and beautiful and impossible. Her posture was casual but loose-limbed with strength, one leg slung over the other, fingers spinning a pen between them like it was part of her.

The coppery sheen of her hair glinted under the overhead lights, pulled back into one of those effortlessly messy buns that looked like it took two seconds and somehow made her look hotter than half the girls in school who tried for hours. Her face was unreadable, cool, composed, only breaking into smirks when someone cracked a joke. But even then, there was something distant about it. Something guarded.

God, she was…something. You didn’t have words for it. You never had. You’d noticed Natasha before, obviously. Everyone had. You couldn’t not. It wasn’t just the way she played ball, though that was impressive enough. It was the way she moved through the world like nothing and no one could touch her. Always five steps ahead, like she already knew what you were going to say, what you wanted from her.

And yeah…people wanted.

Girls in every hallway cornered her with nervous smiles and flirtatious eyes. Some bold. Some shy. Some daring to hope they’d be the one to get through whatever armor Natasha wore like second skin. And for a minute? Sometimes they did. They’d hold her attention long enough to think they mattered.

Until they didn’t. Because that was the thing about her, she never stayed. You had heard the stories. Everyone had. You’d seen the aftermath. There were always whispers. Always rumors. Never confirmations. Natasha didn’t explain herself. She didn’t need to.

And yet, still…girls kept falling. Like moths to flame, even knowing they’d burn. You weren’t like them. You weren’t. Except… your eyes were still on her.

Something twisted in your chest, part ache, part irritation. Because you knew. You knew the truth about Natasha. You knew she was reckless with people’s hearts. You knew she didn’t do relationships, or feelings, or slow Sunday mornings. Natasha was fast and wild and dangerous.

So why were you still looking? And why..why was Natasha suddenly looking back? Your eyes met across the room. It was fleeting. Barely a moment. But in that half-second, Natasha’s stare settled like a spark in your lungs. Like she’d been expecting you to look all along.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “Hell no.” Lexie muttered beside you, voice low and sharp, snapping you back to the moment. “Don’t even think about it.”

You blinked, guilt rushing to your face like a slap. “I, what?”

“You were staring. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I wasn’t-���

“Please.” Lexie leaned in, serious now. Her usual teasing tone gone. “Look. I love you. But you’re not getting caught in the Romanoff tornado. No way.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Hard. “I’m not caught in anything.”

Lexie gave you a look, one of those older-sister, you’re-fooling-yourself stares. “She’ll eat you alive.” she said flatly. “She does it to everyone. She reels you in, makes you feel seen, makes you feel like you’re the one. And then she leaves. Always.”

You stayed quiet andLexie sighed. “She’s not the girl who holds your hand at parties. Or slow dances in the gym. She’s the girl who kisses you in the locker room and forgets your name by the weekend.”

You wanted to argue. You really did. But the words wouldn’t come. Because maybe Lexie was right. Maybe she knew better. Maybe it was obvious, from the outside, that Natasha Romanoff was the last kind of person you should want..

The rest of the school day crawled by in fragments. You barely remembered what was said in your last two classes, something about essay deadlines, something about group projects. None of it stuck. Your head was full of glitter, choreography counts, and Natasha Romanoff’s eyes. That half-second in the cafeteria had rewired something in your brain, and no amount of blinking could undo it.

By the time the final bell rang, the school practically exploded into motion. Students rushed to lockers, pulling out face paint, noise sticks, jerseys. Someone blasted music from a speaker they weren’t supposed to have, and no one told them to stop. The energy was buzzing, tonight was the first home game of the season, and people were treating it like a national holiday.

You changed in the locker room with the rest of the squad, tying your laces tight and fixing your hair twice. You didn’t ask yourself why you cared so much about how you looked tonight. You already knew..

Bass thumped from the speakers high above the bleachers, the music shaking the court like thunder. Students jumped and screamed in their school colors, stomping in sync until the whole gym felt alive. Lights flashed in bursts. Smoke machines puffed clouds from the corners of the court, catching in the spotlights. The cheerleaders had already done their pre-game tunnel formation, lining the entrance with pom-poms and cheers, but now the real show was about to begin.

The announcer’s voice crackled over the loudspeaker:

“Aaaand now..yoooour Blackridge Panthers!!”

The crowd exploded. From the locker room tunnel, Natasha sprinted out first, her teammates charging behind her like a wave. She leapt into the air and landed hard, sneakers squealing against the court, pumping her fist into the air. The crowd roared louder. This was her world. Her element. The place where she didn’t have to be anyone but herself.

She high-fived Steve, bumped shoulders with Maria, spun the ball on her finger, all while grinning like fire was in her veins. This wasn’t about reputation or rumors or girls whispering in hallways. This was about winning. About playing.

From the sidelines, you watched, heart hammering at the sheer presence of her. There was no denying it: Natasha on the court was…different. Wild, electric, herself in a way you hadn’t seen anywhere else. Not in the cafeteria, not in the halls. This wasn’t the smooth-talking, rule-breaking girl people warned you about. This was someone else, someone with fire in her blood and nothing to prove to anyone but herself.

The buzzer blared. Tipoff.

From the start, Natasha was locked in. She called every switch, read every screen before it even formed, passed with precision, and drove to the basket like the ball belonged to her. The game was fast, physical. Shouts echoed. Sneakers scraped. Bodies slammed. But Natasha didn’t blink.

She was in it, and then, the whistle. Timeout. Second quarter. The Panthers were up, but barely.

Natasha jogged to the bench, grabbing a towel, slick with sweat. Her chest heaved as the coach pulled them into a tight circle. His voice barked sharp commands over the chaos, drawing on the whiteboard with furious speed. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, forcing herself to stay locked in. She needed to listen. Every point counted. Every second mattered.

And then..The music changed. The cheerleaders ran onto the court, forming their intermission line. The crowd cheered. And somewhere in all the movement, Natasha’s eyes lifted, just for a second-And there you were.

Dancing in the front, your smile wide, eyes glittering under the lights, hair catching in the spinning glow of the gym. You were flipping, turning, nailing every count, and Natasha watched like she couldn’t not. Her chest tightened. She tried to look away. She really did, but it was like trying to breathe underwater.

You looked so damn happy out there. So alive. It made something deep inside Natasha ache, made her forget the sweat on her forehead, the ache in her arms, the pressure in the room. She forgot the play-

A hard slap landed on the back of her head. She turned, and saw Steve giving her a pointed look. “Eyes here, Nat.” he said under his breath, nudging her with his elbow.

Natasha exhaled through her nose, forcing her head back down. “Thanks.” she murmured, almost embarrassed. He nodded once and looked back at the coach.

Natasha scrubbed her towel over her face and tried to clear her head. Focus. This was the game. She couldn’t afford to get caught up in…whatever this was.

But as the cheerleaders finished their routine and the crowd roared again, she knew the damage was done..You had already gotten under her skin. And the worst part? Natasha didn’t even want you out.

The second half was war. The gym was an open flame, crowd screaming, shoes squeaking, bodies crashing, whistles blaring, but inside the chaos, Natasha was still.

Focused and locked in. The visiting team had found their rhythm, and the Panthers were barely holding on. Every basket was answered, every steal returned. It wasn’t just physical now, it was personal. Natasha could feel it in her bones. The sting of every missed shot, the roar of every cheer that wasn’t for them.

Her jersey clung to her skin, soaked in sweat, ponytail damp at the back of her neck. Her thighs ached from pushing harder, her lungs burned. But she didn’t care. This was hers. This was what she lived for.

Final timeout. Tie game. Seconds left on the clock. The coach barked out the last play, sweat dotting his brow as he pointed at the diagram. Steve would pass to Maya. Maya would fake left, swing back right. Natasha would be open at the arc.

It was risky. But Natasha was already nodding. She stood up, bouncing on her toes, chest heaving.

“Let’s finish this.” she said, voice low but steady. The whistle blew. The ball was back in play.

Five seconds.

Natasha moved like instinct, sharp and cutting. She darted to the top of the key, hands out. Maya passed clean. The ball slapped into her palms.

Four seconds.

A defender lunged, Natasha pivoted, stepped back behind the line.

Three.

She breathed in.

Two.

She jumped, and the ball left her hands. You felt your heart freeze the second the ball left Natasha’s hands. The air had gone still. The sound had vanished.

When it hit, when the net snapped, your scream joined the others before you could stop it. You jumped, yelled, clapped, louder than you meant to, your voice lost in the storm. But your eyes never left Natasha. Not for a second.

The gym exploded right after you. Screams shot through the air like fireworks, the bleachers shook with pounding feet, and suddenly Natasha was swarmed. Her teammates tackled her from all sides, Maria yelling in her ear, Steve throwing an arm around her neck, someone lifting her off the floor. And then, through the chaos, through the wild, tangled joy..Natasha looked at you.

Your eyes met like a wire pulled tight. Your breath caught. Your smile faded, just a little. Your heart was pounding so hard it hurt. But Natasha, just as quickly..looked away. Like it burned.

The locker room was humid with sweat, cologne, and the sharp sting of victory. Everyone was still riding the high of the win, talking loud, voices overlapping, laughter bouncing off the tiled walls. Jerseys were half-pulled off, towels hung low around waists, and someone had turned up a speaker in the corner playing some bass-heavy track that rattled the benches.

Natasha sat at the end of the row, one foot propped up on the bench, her head bowed as she slowly unwrapped her wrist tape. Her pulse was only just coming down. The buzz of adrenaline still hummed in her fingertips, the taste of the last shot still lingering in the back of her throat. Around her, the team was loud, looser now. The game was over. The bravado was back.

“Yo.” one of the forwards, Matt called across the locker room. “Tell me I wasn’t the only one who saw the blonde in the front row of the cheer line. The one with the white bow?”

“Dude..” another laughed, “everyone saw her. Those shorts should be illegal.”

Natasha didn’t react. Not yet, but then came the shift. “What about Romanoff’s girl, though?”

That name. That tone..She didn’t look up, but her jaw twitched.

“You mean Y/n?” Matt grinned. A few heads turned. Smirks spread. “She’d let you do anything.” He made a slow, lewd gesture with his hips, subtle but unmistakable, like it wasn’t the first time they’d joked like this. One hand against the locker, the other at his waistband. More laughter.

“Come on, Romanoff. You’ve got the in. She wants it.”

“You could fold her in half and she’d say thank you..” Matt added with a low laugh, voice husky from the game. “Hell, I would.”

That was it. Natasha’s head snapped up. The look in her eyes stopped three people mid-breath. The laughter died out in patches. Not from fear. From confusion. She hadn’t said a word. She didn’t need to. Her stare was enough.

One hand landed gently on her shoulder, grounding her. His voice was low, just for her. “Don’t.”

Natasha didn’t take her eyes off the guy across the row, the one who’d said that last part. Her knuckles were white where they gripped the edge of the bench.

“He doesn’t mean it.” Steve added. “He’s just talking shit.”

“He keeps talking, I’ll make him swallow his teeth.” Natasha muttered, her voice low and flat.

Steve leaned in closer. “Not worth it.”

Natasha exhaled slowly through her nose, tension coiled in every muscle like a loaded spring.

“Look.” Steve said, a little quieter, “I get it. I do. But if she means anything to you, you’ve gotta stop pretending she’s just another girl.”

Natasha blinked, like the words slapped her harder than the comments. Steve gave a small shrug. “You keep hesitating..” Steve continued, voice barely above the music. “And one of these assholes is gonna try it for real. And you’re gonna hate yourself for letting it happen.”

That hit. Hard. Natasha didn’t move. But her jaw flexed, and for the first time that night, her face cracked. Not with anger. With something else. A decision starting to form. Steve stood, patting her once. “She’s not a game. And you’re not like them.”

The gym was still echoing with celebration, but Natasha had already stepped out into the cool night air. She exhaled slowly, sweat still drying on her skin, the back of her neck damp beneath her hoodie. Her motorcycle sat where she’d left it, parked in the corner of the lot under a crooked lamppost, half in shadow. She slung one leg over the seat, fingers gripping the keys, ready to start the engine.

You keep hesitating..and one of these assholes is gonna try it for real.

She cursed under her breath. Fingers drumming once against the gas tank..And that’s when she saw you.

Stepping out from the side doors of the gym with Lexie at your side, both of you chatting under the glow of the overhead lights. You had changed out of your cheer gear into jeans and a soft hoodie, hair still pulled back, face flushed and pretty from the heat of the night. You were laughing quietly, head tilted slightly, arms wrapped around yourself.

Natasha’s heart stuttered. She was just about to look away, just about to turn the key and forget it-when she saw him.

Matt. He’d exited from the same side doors, slowing his stride as his eyes trailed lazily in the same direction. Natasha saw the shift in his posture. The way his gaze lingered too long. The way his smirk tugged at the side of his mouth like he was already running a script in his head.

And that was it. Natasha’s heart kicked like it was trying to break free from her ribs. She pulled her leg off the bike in one smooth motion, leaving everything as it was, keys in the ignition, gym bag slung across the seat. No hesitation. No plan. Just instinct.

She walked fast, her boots hitting pavement with quiet force. Lexie saw her first. “Oh, hell no.” she muttered under her breath, elbowing you lightly. “Problem incoming.”

You turned, confused. “What?”

Lexie kept her voice low. “Romanoff. Behind us. Coming this way.”

Your stomach dropped

Oh god. Was this it? Was Natasha about to ask me to go home with her? After the game, the eye contact, the ride out of the locker room..this was where it happened in the stories. The moment the girl got caught, pulled into something she wouldn’t be able to-

But it was too late. Natasha was already close, her stride slow and casual now, hands in the front pocket of her hoodie like she hadn’t just made a life-or-death decision one minutes ago.

“Hey..” Natasha said, her voice low, calm, almost too neutral.

Lexie squared her shoulders. “What do you want?”

Natasha kept her tone low and calm. “Just wanted to talk. That’s all.”

Lexie squinted. “Is that what you tell all the girls before-”

“Lex.” you cut in quietly. “It’s okay.”

Lexie looked ready to argue, but her bus appeared down the street, tires grinding against the pavement.

“Fuck..” she muttered. “Of course. Now.” She looked at you, worry creasing her brow. “You want me to stay? I can stay.”

You hesitated. Heart in your throat. “I’ll be okay.” you said, softly. “Go.”

Lexie cursed again under her breath, then pointed two fingers at Natasha. “If you so much as breathe wrong near her-”

“I know.” Natasha said softly.

Lexie gave you one last glance and jogged toward the bus.

“So…” you began, stuffing your hands into the sleeves of your hoodie, “I’m just heading home.”

“Walking?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s like a thirty-minute walk.”

Natasha blinked. “Alone?”

You shrugged. “I’ve done it before.”

Natasha’s brow furrowed. “Not tonight.” Before you could ask, Natasha added, “Let me drive you.”

You hesitated. Your mind was screaming again, this is it, this is when she asks if I wanna come over, when she tries to be charming and seductive and get me to bed.

Still, you asked, “You mean…on your bike?”

Natasha nodded. “It’s not a problem.”

“I..don’t have a helmet..” you tried, already searching for a polite excuse to back out.

“I always carry an extra.”

Of course you do, you thought. For the rotation.. But Natasha’s eyes weren’t flirty, or smug. They were…careful.

So you nodded, and followed her to the bike. It gleamed under the light, black and lean, humming with quiet power. You stopped a few feet short.

“It’s bigger than I expected.” you said, and immediately regretted it. “The bike..! I meant the bike..”

Natasha’s mouth twitched,just a tiny smile. She didn’t tease you.

“I’ll go slow.” she said instead. She opened the side compartment and pulled out a matte black helmet. “Here. Let me.”

You held still as Natasha stepped close, lifting the helmet gently. Her fingers brushed your cheek as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before sliding the helmet down. The strap clicked softly beneath your chin.

“You okay?” Natasha asked, voice low, eyes searching yours.

You nodded, heartbeat hammering. “Yeah. Just..never done this before.”

Natasha held your gaze. “You’ll be safe.”

Then she straddled the bike and leaned it slightly to one side, holding it steady. “Climb on. Swing your right leg over.”

You did, slowly, fingers gripping Natasha’s shoulders for balance. You settled behind her, the leather seat warm from the engine, legs tucked in close.

Natasha reached back, lightly placing her hands on your thighs. “Scoot in. You’ll feel more stable.”

You moved closer, arms hesitating at Natasha’s waist. “When I turn, lean with me. I’ll tell you when.” Natasha said over her shoulder, her voice softer than before.

“o-okay.”

You tightened your grip, and the engine growled to life beneath you, and Natasha drove slower than she normally would, much slower. Careful with every shift. She gave you warnings softly through the helmet radio. “Left turn coming. Hold on.”

You pressed your forehead lightly to Natasha’s shoulder, trying to breathe through the adrenaline. Not just from the ride. From the proximity..From the her.

“You okay back there?” Natasha’s voice buzzed in your helmet.

“Yeah.” you said. “More than okay.”

“You’re not freezing?”

“No. You’re kinda warm..” you admitted, blushing instantly.

Natasha chuckled softly. “It’s the adrenaline.”

They stopped at a red light, the hum of the engine low beneath them. That’s when Natasha spotted the glowing yellow sign.

“Wanna stop for ice cream?”

You blinked, startled. “You want to stop for ice cream right now?”

“You said you’ve never been on a bike.” Natasha replied. “Thought I’d give you the full experience.”

You smiled as Natasha ordered two vanilla cones and paid. You sat at the edge of the parking lot on the bike, cones in hand, music humming from the speakers overhead. For a while, you didn’t say anything.

Then, quietly, “You were…really good tonight.” you said. “I mean, the shot? That was insane.”

Natasha’s voice softened. “Thanks.”

“Like, game-winning, heart-attack, scream-out-loud insane.”

“Hey..” Natasha added, “you weren’t exactly subtle out there either.”

You grinned. “What do you mean?”

“You lit up the court.”

“Oh god..” you groaned. “You were watching.”

“Hard not to.”

You didn’t answer. You just held your ice tighter.

You both finished your ice cream quietly. It was easier, now. The tension had thinned a little, melted under the soft streetlights, the sugar, and the way Natasha had let herself be there, not as the girl with a reputation, but just a girl who’d wanted a reason to sit next to someone. No pressure. No expectation.

After a few quiet laughs and a mutual agreement that soft-serve somehow tasted better at night, Natasha flicked the keys in her hand and nodded to the bike.

“Ready to head home?”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

The ride this time was different. No adrenaline. No performance. Just cool wind brushing over your cheeks and the subtle rumble of the bike beneath you.

Natasha didn’t say much. But when she did, it was soft, gentle, for your comfort.

“Small curve coming up. Lean with me a little.”

You obeyed instinctively, gripping Natasha’s waist tighter.

A minute later, “Bump ahead. Just hold on.”

Natasha slowed for every turn. Every crack in the road. She drove like you were something precious and breakable, something to protect. And you sat behind her, heart slowly unraveling.

You didn’t know how to feel. Part of you was still wound up tight, trying to prepare a way to say no. Just in case. You mentally rehearsed polite excuses.

“I have early practice tomorrow.”

“My parents are still up.”

“I’m not ready.”

But before you could even settle on which one sounded the most casual, you looked up and saw the corner of your street.

“Right here.” you said quickly, tapping Natasha’s side. Natasha nodded once and pulled over.

The engine cut, the sudden silence making your breath catch in your throat. Natasha stepped off the bike smoothly and reached out a hand, steadying it with one arm while offering the other to you.

“Take your time.” she murmured.

You climbed down a little awkwardly, and Natasha’s hand stayed lightly on your hip, helping until your boots hit the pavement. Then the hand dropped. Respectfully. Like it had never been there at all.

And just as you opened your mouth to finally deliver the awkward goodbye-

“Thanks.” Natasha said quietly, cutting in. “For the talk. And the company.”

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

Natasha smiled a little, but there was something knowing behind her eyes.

“You can text your friend now.” she added softly. “Tell her you made it home. Safe and unseduced.”

Your cheeks burned. “I..wait, no..God.”

Natasha laughed once, low and warm.

“I’m sorry.” you blurted. “I just..I really thought you were going to ask to come inside. For, you know..sex.”

The word felt huge in your mouth. Natasha didn’t flinch. Just raised her eyebrows a little. “I get that a lot.” she said gently. “But I’m not..always like that.”

You looked down, embarrassed. “It’s just what people say. I guess I assumed, I’m really sorry..” you whispered. “I just didn’t know what to expect.”

“I get it.” Natasha said with a small shrug. “I know what they say. And I’ve let some of it be true..But not tonight, and for the record, I liked this version better.”

You swallowed. “Me too.”

Natasha took a small step back toward her bike. “Good night, Y/n.”

“Good night, Natasha.”

She stood there in the driveway, helmet in one hand, and gave you one last look, quiet, unreadable, but kind. Then she turned the engine over and pulled away, tires humming softly as she disappeared into the night.

And you, still standing on your lawn, felt like the ground under you had changed in ways you hadn’t even begun to understand.

Because Natasha Romanoff had just made you feel more seen in twenty minutes than anyone had in twenty years.

And..without ever laying a hand on you.

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Pt 2

[hgfictionwriter]

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."

Tag requests: @ryuushou @marvelwomen-simp @valuyhh

[women-are-hot]

You can write something along the lines of jessie and reader realising themselves that they like one another then like someone else seeing that too

HEAVEN • J. FLEMING

pairing: jessie fleming x female!reader

summary: what the request said

warnings: idiots in love basically. amercia?

a/n: bye, i found this in my drafts and decided to post it.

when jessie fleming joined the portland thorns, you didn’t expect to talk to her much.

she was a famous player, quiet and focused. you worked as a video analyst. someone who stayed in the background, editing clips, tracking runs, and staying out of the way.

but jessie wasn’t what you expected.

she didn’t act like a star. she was quiet, yes, but not distant. she walked around the training center with her hoodie up and her head down, like she didn’t want to be seen. you understood that. you were the same.

you met properly after a practice one day, when you were both hiding from the media.

you were sitting on the floor in the hallway, eating a granola bar and trying to fix a broken file. jessie walked in, looked surprised to see you, then pulled out her earbuds.

“you hiding too?” she asked.

you looked up. “i work here.”

she smiled a little. “that doesn’t mean you want to talk to reporters.”

you nodded. “true…”

jessie sat next to you, pulling her knees to her chest. she didn’t say anything else for a minute.

then you offered her half of your granola bar.

she raised an eyebrow. “what’s in it?”

“mostly glue, i think,” you said. “with a little protein.”

she laughed softly. then took it.

that was the beginning.

—

you and jessie didn’t become friends quickly. it was slow. quiet. small things.

she would wait for you after practice. she would ask about her sprint stats, or sit next to you on the team bus, even when other seats were open.

you would send her game clips with little jokes written in the notes. sometimes she’d send a meme back.

it wasn’t loud or romantic. it was just… good. safe. easy.

when it was just the two of you, something relaxed. you were both shy around other people, but together, you joked more. smiled more. you felt like yourself and you were starting to think she felt that way too.

—

one rainy afternoon, you were working in the film room when jessie walked in.

she didn’t say much. just came in, looked at your screen, and sat next to you.

“is that my running data?” she asked.

“your slow-motion jogs, yes,” you said.

she gave you a look. “you know i hate when you call them that.”

“it’s my job to tell the truth,” you replied, smiling.

she laughed. a soft sound, but it made you warm inside.

jessie leaned in a little closer, watching the screen with you. her shoulder touched yours. neither of you moved away.

you thought:

maybe I’ll say something. maybe this is the moment.

then morgan weaver, jessie’s teammate, walked into the room.

“jessie!” she said, smiling. “you hiding in the film cave again?”

jessie stood up fast, like she’d been caught. “just… checking something.”

morgan looked between you two, then smirked. “sure.”

jessie walked out without saying goodbye.

morgan looked at you. “you know she only ever comes in here when you’re here, right?”

you tried to act casual. “maybe she likes stats.”

morgan raised an eyebrow. “yeah. or maybe she likes you.”

you looked down at your keyboard.

you didn’t say anything. but your heart was racing.

—

that night, jessie sent you a message.

it was a cartoon of two shy people looking at each other without talking. the text said:

“introverts in love.”

you stared at it for a long time.

then replied:

you: “that’s us, huh?”

jessie: “only if you think so.”

you: “i do…”

jessie: “…so do i.”

you smiled. for a while, you just looked at your phone. it felt simple. it felt good.

—

you didn’t talk about feelings right away after the “introverts in love” text.

jessie still sat beside you at lunch, still dropped by the film room and leaned over your shoulder like it was no big deal. still smiled at your dumb jokes and walked next to you in quiet, easy silence.

but something had shifted. small, soft, but real.

then one afternoon, after training, she stayed behind while you packed up your gear.

you turned and found her standing in the doorway, hoodie half-zipped, water bottle in hand. she looked a little nervous.

“hey,” she said.

“hey,” you smiled. “here to critique my edits again?”

she stepped in a bit closer. “no. i… was wondering if you wanted to get coffee with me. like. not just coffee. more like… date coffee.”

you blinked. then blinked again.

and then, thankfully, you smiled.

“i’d really like that,” you said. “like, a lot.”

jessie let out a quiet breath, like she’d been holding it for hours.

“cool,” she said. “okay. cool.”

you both just stood there, smiling like total dorks.

—

it wasn’t anything fancy. a quiet little coffee shop near the river. soft music, tiny tables, no one really paying attention.

jessie wore a gray sweater. you wore something that didn’t have your staff badge on it, which felt like a big step.

you sat in the back corner and talked. about nothing. about everything.

she laughed when you told her about the time you deleted a whole week of training footage. you listened as she told you about her favorite childhood memories.

when the shop closed, you both just stood outside under the streetlight, not ready to say goodbye.

she looked at you, hands in her coat pockets. “this was really nice.”

you nodded. “yeah. i liked this. a lot.”

pause.

then jessie stepped closer. your heart jumped.

“can i…?” she started.

you nodded before she finished.

she kissed you, slow and soft and a little shy.

and when she pulled back, you were both smiling.

something had changed, and neither of you wanted to go back.

—

you tried to keep it lowkey after that kiss.

really, you did.

but you weren’t that sneaky. and the team? definitely not blind.

they noticed the way you always walked in together. how you handed her her water without being asked. how she laughed at your jokes now. your jokes.

but it all came crashing out after a game at home.

you were helping jessie with her cleats in the hallway, leaning in to say something. she kissed your cheek before walking off. just a quick, natural little thing.

unfortunately, morgan weaver and sophia smith saw the whole thing.

complete silence.

then-

“OH MY GODDDD!” morgan yelled, echoing through the walls.

jessie froze. you nearly dropped the gps tracker in your hand.

sophia blinked. “wait, are you guys… are you dating?!”

you looked at jessie. she looked at you.

then she just shrugged and said, “something like that.”

—

after that, it was over. no hiding.

morgan made fake wedding invites. sophia sang dramatic love songs in the gym.

but they were happy. the whole team was. because they saw it too. how she smiled more now, how you were a little bolder when she was near.

and even though it started small and quiet and careful, it had grown into something real.

and real things don’t need to be loud to matter.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Duck on a String III

Jessie Fleming x Child!Reader

Summary: The team meet your duck

Mama lets you bring your red wagon to training today because you don't want Sir Quackers to be alone at home.

He's got a big cage to keep him safe with lots of blankets and water and food for him and you get to pull him along in your wagon.

You knighted him last night while you and Mama were playing kings and queens so now he's Sir Quackers instead of just Quackers and you love him very much.

Jessie doesn't want your duck being left alone in the house either. He's proven to be a bit of a menace by himself if the chewed-up boxes of cereal are anything to go by.

No.

He's much safer in his cage while he's still too small for the harness and leash Jessie's ordered for when he's older.

"Mama," You say," Will the others like Sir Quackers?"

You seem completely enamoured with him and, despite the fact that the duck seems to think he rules the house, Jessie loves him too.

"They'll love him," She assures you, fondly pushing your hair out of your face as you both approach the doors," Make sure you tell Magda just how thankful you are about her getting Quackers for you."

"Sir Quackers, Mama," You remind her," We knighted him."

"Oh, you're right. Sir Quackers. Sorry, duckie."

"That's okay! He's still getting used to his name too!"

Your proud entrance gets a bit hampered by the fact that your wagon gets caught at a strange angle so Jessie has to help you get it through the doorway.

By that point, the whole room has fallen silent and Magda has grown incredibly pale as you approach her.

"Thank you for my duck, Uncle Magda!"

Pernille scoffs next to her, muttering sarcastically," A dead egg, huh, Magda?"

"Er...You're the welcome," Magda manages to get out after a long bout of silence.

"His name is Sir Quackers!" You tell her, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her through the small crowd that has surrounded your wagon," Because ducks say quack and Mama and me knighted him. So he's Sir Quackers and not just Quackers."

"A duck, huh?" Erin snickers and Jessie buries her face in her hands, Niamh rubbing her shoulders.

"She was very excited."

"Do you know how to take care of the duck?"

"The vet sent us home with an information pack. Duckie's insiting we read it as her bedtime story every night."

"That's sweet," Niamh offers up," It shows she's taking this seriously."

"She keeps trying to sneak out of bed to play with him. I've had to move the duck into my room to make sure I catch her."

Erin can't stop snickering and soon Sam and Guro are laughing too.

"Is it that bad?" Niamh asks and Jessie has to begrudgingly shake her head.

She watches as you hold Magda hostage by your side, very excitedly waffling on about how cool Sir Quackers is and how he's your bestest friend in the world.

Magda looks unbelievably nervous, eyes wide as Pernille stares daggers at her. She ducks her head down to focus on you again, hoping that by showing interest, she can avoid whatever lecture Pernille's already planning in her head.

"Do you want to hold him?" You ask and Magda freeze, throat suddenly going dry.

"W-What?"

"Do you want to hold Sir Quackers?"

"Erm..."

"Are you scared, uncle Magda? That's okay! I'll hold him and you can stroke him!"

You show no fear as you pick Sir Quackers up and offer him to Magda to pet.

"I'm sorry about her," Pernille says, watching from a distance as she slides next to Jessie," She assured me it was dead."

"It's fine," Jessie assures her," I think it's nice Duckie has a friend now."

"Magda will willingly babysit them both."

"I can't ask that."

"You don't need to ask," Pernille says," It's what's going to happen. Magda can supervise duck play."

They both turn in sync to see Magda really awkwardly stroking Sir Quackers as he tries to eat her finger.

"Mama!" You say, looking at Jessie proudly," He is giving uncle Magda kisses!"

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt. Family? Assemble!

Reporter: Gotham News, and we have a new supervillain on the line. Mr Phantom, what are your demands at the moment? Phantom with lack of sleep and with tears: I..I want a titanium model of a spaceship! And to get a good night’s sleep and to go to the local school…and some fudge and.. Reporter: Oh, my bad. Just one question for clarification, are you by any chance an orphan or are your parents villains? Phantom: I prefer the term mad scientists Reporter: Okay. So, Gotham news! And with me on the line is the new potential child of Wayne or Batman. Want to know how two serial adopters will share a child leading a double life? Stay with us and find out. Now let's check in with Jessie for our weather report. Phantom: Wait, what?

~~~~~

Danny spends the night running from the Red Hood with a bag of fudge, Red Robin with a pot of coffee, Batman with the adoption papers and, for some reason, Brucie Wayne with an idea of internship at a space station. Ha! The Justice League will never let a ghost into orbit. Not that Wayne can blackmail superheroes or smth. Danny: Fuck you all! I’m done with vigilante activity, I’m not your competitor! What do you want from me? And I’m done with crazy billionaires too. I swear, I’d rather be adopted by a local mob boss just to piss you off! ~Later~ Danny *sees peering out of the corner Matches Malone*: Are you kidding me?! Robbie *jumps off the roof and lands right behind Danny*: Stop running, lil brother, No one’s left the family yet. Minnie: What about Neal? Robbie *shakes a knife with a bow on the handle negatively*: He’s on sabbatical, that doesn’t count. Anyway, it’s a gift for you, cub. Danny: Um, thank you, but my lab scalpels are definitely sterile, and your blade was in who knows who before you brought it here. Robbie: It’s brand-new! And Archie decorated it with a ghost on the handle. Look! It's cute! With a smile and… Dick: Hands up! You’re under arrest for trying to steal our new member! Minnie: Why is he yours, damn cop? Selina: Boys, don’t fight. He’s mine. Schrodinger’s cat is still a kitten. Killer Croc: No way, my niece is staying with me. Danny: Uncle Waylon? Long time no see. Ra's: My grandson needs steady access to ectoplasm. Danyal, come with me. Danny: Over my dead body! Oh shiii…I mean no. Anyway, don’t you think the alley’s getting a little crowded?

~~~~

Killer Croc: Is he still mad at me? RR: Danny doesn’t talk to uncles who tried to eat his beloved brother Red Robin. Killer Croc: He wasn’t even your brother then. What do you want? An apology from me? RR: That would be nice.

~~~~

Danny: I didn’t think the GIW agents would really fear the reputation of Gotham and not follow me. What a relief! Jason *quickly throws the knife into the sink*: Wow, you got lucky. Alfred: Master Jones, why don’t you eat your steak? I thought last week you were complaining to Batman that 'cause of him you got not many prey. Croc *pulls a piece of white robe from the teeth*: Well, now there is a lot of it. Bruce *gives Jason and Croc the side-eye*.

~~~~

Ra's: You do realize that Malone, Wayne and Batman are the same person, right? Boy, you were born into a family of geniuses, don’t disappoint Grandpa. Danny: Triple pocket money, triple gifts for the holidays, the opportunity to complain about the same family member three times. No, Grandpa, I definitely don’t understand. Ra's: Smart little weasel.

~~~~

Selina: Okay. Purely theoretical. Do you like to steal? Danny: I wouldn’t say that. But somehow I stole the sword from the fright knight. And also stole few jewels but then I was under the mind control. I returned them. Well, the crown and ring of the king of the ghost zone I also took without permission. Oh, and the answers to the test once. And I’m really sorry about the last one. Neal: I feel the story behind it but I prefer to know nothing about it.

[repulsiveliquidation]

Wake Up Call || Jessie Fleming

warnings : this is pure smut. somnophilia (consensual fucking while asleep), strap-on, anal fingering, pussy-eating. enjoy.

summary : jessie comes home to you having some vivid dreams. a good girlfriend always helps their girl in need.

Jessie walked into your shared apartment at 5 am, having flown into London at the last minute to surprise you. She crept in and greeted Milo your dog, giving him lots of pets to try and keep him from barking in excitement and waking you. She dumps her bags at the door and leaves her shoes at the door which she knows she’ll get reprimanded for in the morning but that’s something for her to deal with later.

The door is a little ajar and the bathroom shines a sliver of light into your bedroom. The fan is on high and the AC hums just a touch.

She looks towards the bed and smiles. There she was, the person whom she was sure her bones missed. You looked so peaceful, nose and cheeks lit by the light from the bathroom. They were tinted a little red from the cold room and Jessie turned it down a little. The sun was coming up just a touch in the distance and she knew that you would be up for work soon.

There was a book on the bed face down and she noticed her pillows cradling your head instead of your own. You had her ratty UCLA shirt on, hair tousled from sleep. Your mouth was slightly open and your breath steady. Nothing made her heart swell more than seeing you sleep so peacefully.

She tried to make as little noise as possible getting herself ready for bed, brushing her teeth, and throwing one of your sweats and t-shirts on before standing at the foot of the bed with a little smirk on her face.

She stared at you, watching your body. You had been making noises while she took the fastest shower in the history of man, whines, and whimpers coming from your lips that weren’t exactly soft.

Your hips ground into the soft mattress.

Your hands gripped the silk sheets tight.

Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

Your lips moaned only one name.

Jessie.

You were having a wet dream.

About your girlfriend.

A good girlfriend took care of her girl’s needs, didn’t they?

Jessie was no longer dog-tired. No, that warm shower made her sleepy but the sultry sound of your voice moaning her name was one that she admits she missed. The phone sex was great but the mics never picked up on the soprano and alto tones of your voice that drove her crazy.

Jessie stood in front of her bedside drawer with her hand on the knob for a solid 30 seconds, debating if she should do what she impulsively wanted to do. You’ve said yes to what she was about to do but she didn’t want to disrupt your sleep.

“Fuck it,” Jessie mumbles to herself, opening the drawer a little too aggressively to pull out her strap. She also notices the lube running low and smirks to herself, putting a reminder in her head to ask you about it later.

She settled the harness comfortably over her hips and threw her shirt off, crawling onto the bed. Jessie smirked and listened to your moans.

“Please Jessie,” you begged, shifting to the middle of the bed with your leg pushed up. Perfect.

“I know darling, just a minute sweetheart,” Jessie cooed, pushing your shirt up and kissing down your back softly. She bit her lip and got a little shy at the sight of a wet patch on your grey underwear, hooking her fingers on the thick band and pulling it off. Your hips lifted for her and for a second she thought you were awake but you only whined a little more and your eyes were still shut.

Her thick fingers dragged themselves through your slick folds and she smiled to herself, lathering what she gathered all over her cock. She sat on your leg and used her hand to keep your leg wide open for her. Her cock was thick and long, one that you took with ease and it never failed to make Jessie wetter than she had ever been in her life when you bottomed out on it.

“Easy baby, there you go angel,” Jessie muttered to herself more than you, guiding her cock right into your aching pussy. It swallowed her up and fluttered a little when she bottomed out, Jessie swore she saw you smirk a little in your sleep now that you were filled. She gave you a couple of seconds to adjust before taking matters into her own hands, hovering over you to thrust gently.  She knew you liked being asleep for as long as she could keep you that way, wanting nothing more than to wake up with sticky underwear and soreness that you could’ve sworn you didn’t go to bed with.

“Jessie,” you moaned, hips rolling back into her as she thrust slow but deep. Jessie tried her best to keep her composure but the way your ass looked and the little whine in your voice almost begging for her broke her focus.

She grabbed your hips and thrust in deep. She moaned as she fucked you, rousing you from your sleep. You were a deep sleeper, nothing could wake you in the mornings sometimes Jessie often resorted to a spray bottle with water she labeled with your name.

“You like that baby?” Jessie asked your sleepy form. She leaned over and pressed her lips to your ears, her Canadian accent slipping through as her hips picked up speed.

“What, is that what you pussy needed darling? Needed me to fuck your needy pussy, is that it?”

Your eyes shoot open and you struggle a little before realizing it’s Jessie, balls deep inside you fucking you awake.

“Jessie!”

“Been saying that a lot tonight, doll,” Jessie teased, kneeling behind you and gripping your hips to grind into you gently.

“When did you get back?” you ask, arching your down onto the mattress. Jessie audibly groans, thrusting a little faster.

“An hour ago,” Jessie answered, fingers digging into the meat of your hips. There were white streaks where she held you too tight and it sent a rush of blood that left a sultry tingle in your thighs. Jessie pushes you down fully, legs extending between her legs in a prone position. She pulls out and scoots down, spreading your ass and exposing your pussy. The sun is brighter now, light shining perfectly to cast an orange glow on your core. Jessie digs in, sloppily eating you out to her heart’s content. Her hands knead the flesh of your ass as she moans in pleasure, heart happy to have your taste on her tongue again.

“Fuck I missed you babygirl,” Jessie mumbles as she kisses up your back. You felt her cock poke at your entrance again and like a seamless machine your hips pressed up into her just as hers fucked into you. You both sighed deeply and you turned to look at Jessie, nodding for her to let loose.

“Use me, Jess,” you begged in your best slutty voice, “fuck me like you mean it.��

“Yes ma’am,” Jessie smirks, sitting on your thighs and fucking your pussy hard. She gives you no room to breathe, hips pounding deep into your cunt. Jessie gathers your hair into a ponytail and pulls you up by it, spanking your ass as she ruts deeper into you.  

“Use you like this, sweetheart?” she teases, letting go of your ponytail and pulling out again. She steps off the bed and pulls you to the edge, folding you onto your knees and pushing her cock into you swiftly.

“Yuh–yes!” you scream, feeling her cock thrust right into your sweet spot. She relishes in your vulnerability, angling her hips right into your bundle of nerves.

“Such a good girl, doll. Taking my cock so well,” Jessie praises, thrusting roughly into your pussy. She pulls out just a little and spits directly onto your asshole, two thick fingers pushing themselves into it.

“Fuck!” you moan, gripping the sheets tight. Jessie plants a foot on the bed and fucks her cock into you hard, fingers alternating with her hips. She spits into your winking asshole just a little more before pushing her fingers in, moaning as you take it so effortlessly.

“Just one question, my perfect girl,” Jessie begins, thrusting slow but deep into you. Her fingers in your ass scissored you open, a third finger forcing its way in as another blob of spit joins it.

“Fucked yourself on my cock plenty while I was gone?”

You look back at Jessie, the sun casting a glow around her toned body as your orgasm tugged at your navel. Jessie’s hips never once slowed down, her soccer stamina proving to be useful in scenarios like this one.

“Did you?” she asked, fucking into you hard and fast now that she knew you were getting close. She spanked your ass just as you screamed out your answer, cumming all over her cock and rhythmically clenching on her fingers.

“Fuck Jessie,” you breathe out as she pulls out and takes the harness off. Just as she’s about to pick you up and take you into the bathroom, your alarm goes off. She turns it off and smiles, pulling you into her arms.

“I think a day off is in order, princess.”

“Only if you give me the biggest kiss ever.” 

[buckyalpine]

Bucky x civilian reader

JESSY REACHES 500

I wrote this for my most precious bb, @jessybarnes congratulations my angel, you deserve ALL the followers.

Warnings: angstttyy, Bucky's an idiot, fluffyy, friends with benefits to lovers, I hope your chest itches a lil.

Prompt: "I can't keep doing this, I can't keep giving you chances just for you to break my heart over and over again."

"Morning Doll" His husky voice stirred you awake, the cool tips of his fingers sending shivers down your spine as he traced up and down your bare back. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Bucky barely gave you a chance to respond, throwing the covers off, exposing you to the cool air of your bedroom as he rummaged around for his boxers which he'd tossed off haphazardly the night before.

"Alright" You mustered a smile as he pecked your head, seeing himself out and locking the door with the spare key you gave him. It would be weeks before you saw him again, going back to your regular schedule while he was off saving the world.

You had an interesting relationship with Bucky Barnes.

You'd met when he came to return a copy of the Hobbit at the library you worked at, tossing your a charming smirk before going to browse for more books. One night after a few more flirty comments and innocent touches later, you found yourself with your hands down each others pants, his lips smashed against yours to keep your moans down, the both of you hidden between the bookshelves.

He eventually started coming over to your place instead, exploring every bit of your body like he owned it, spending hours taking you both to new heights until he couldn't move. It was pure sex and the absolute best you'd ever had. Bucky made you forget your own name, only having the ability to moan and take everything he was giving you.

It was the perfect arrangement for him; something lowkey to help with the stress of his job without having to commit to much more. After you started to pick up more shifts at the library, you even gave his own key to your place to let himself in on days where you hadn't gotten home yet.

That was nearly a year ago.

You sighed, pulling the covers back over yourself, his scent still lingering on the sheets and pillow making your heart flutter, already waiting for the next time he'd be over. You hated the feeling, knowing your feelings were going further than what Bucky wanted. You hated every time he had to leave, the butterflies in your tummy fluttering wildly whenever he his name popped up on your phone.

Your heart would beat faster every time he kissed you, biting your tongue from telling him you didn't want him to go, you couldn't just be a person to keep his bed warm, you wanted more, you loved him-

Fuck.

You loved him.

You shook your head, ignoring the tightness that started to constrict your throat, feeling worse than the last time he'd left.

Why the fuck did you fall for him.

-

"Maybe we could go out?" You tried, hoping for once one of your rendezvous wouldn't be just sex. Bucky hummed, holding you closer to his bare chest, your bodies tangled under the sheets after he'd taken you apart, coming straight to your place as soon as he jet had landed.

"Sure, how about we grab coffee next time?" He mumbled, rutting his hips up, already hard again, rolling on top of you, peppering kisses down your neck before you could respond.

"Wait, Bu-oh god" Your words melted into moans as he made himself comfortable between your legs, neither of you brining up those plans again for the rest of the night. He stayed over as always, leaving before you stirred, the bed cold and empty when you woke up the next day to a text message from him.

Had to leave early, see you when I'm back x

You blinked, chewing your lip, debating on how to respond, a part of you still hoping he'd be open to spending time with you outside of just needing something physical.

Sure! Let's go to the cafe nearby? I've been dying to go

You typed and deleted the message 3 times before finally hitting send, tossing your phone aside, anxiety clouding your mind wondering how he'd respond.

Then he didn't.

You waited the entire week for him to respond to your message, the read at 6:03 staring you in the face, making your cheeks heat up from embarrassment, imagining the way he probably opened and closed the chat, forgetting your very existence until he had needs again.

Why did you even try.

You harshly wiped the tears that streaked down your face, chewing the inside of your cheek, freezing when the lock of your door turned, the familiar sound of his bag hitting the floor. You quickly splashed water onto your face, hiding any evidence of emotion when Bucky popped his head into your room, finding you in the bathroom.

"Hi doll" He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist, dragging you to bed and flopping over, making him self comfortable with his head on your chest.

"Hi Buck" You cleared your throat, hoping he wouldn't hear the shake in your voice, carding your fingers though his hair, instantly betraying yourself and melting into him when his hands made their way up your shirt.

"Missed this" he groaned, his sinful lips kissing down your neck and shoulders, slotting himself between your legs. "Thought about it all week"

All week.

When I waited for you to reply at least once.

You felt your eyes sting, forcing back the way your felt for what was happening in the moment. He made it clear what he wanted from you but you weren't sure how much more you could take. You succumbed to his charm, the sheets warm, your body slick with sweat, your face resting against his chest, his arm holding you securely, letting his warm breath tickle your skin.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Bucky's nose nuzzled into your neck, pulling away slightly when he felt you tense in his hold, not responding, "Doll?"

"Maybe-maybe we shouldn't do this anymore" Your throat burned with how hard you were trying to keep from crying, keeping your eyes trained on his chest instead of his sweet baby blues you'd fallen for.

"Why not" Bucky frowned while you shifted uncomfortably.

"What are we Bucky"

"Y/n, we talked about this" He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. You hated the way his arms loosened around you, pulling away his warmth with it, your body curling in on itself as he got off the bed to put his clothes on.

"I know but- I just- I feel used, it's like I'm some dirty secret" you brought your knees to your chest, digging your nails into your palms while he pulled his hoodie over his head. "We've never done anything else other than fuck in my apartment!"

"Its not like that" He argued back, sitting back down at by the edge of the bed.

"Bucky, no one even knows I exist. Tell me, does Steve even know?"

He chewed his lip before shaking his head. He hadn't told anyone about you, not even his best friend. You scoffed, feeling more pathetic than ever, your stomach churning seeing the distance already starting to grow between you both.

"See what I mean? You won't even go out for coffee with me, is just all sex. Is that all I am to you?"

"We both agreed to keep this casual, you know I'm not ready for a relationship y/n, I-I never saw you like that" His words cut deeper, the pit in your stomach growing heavier as he looked at you with pity. "Y/n-

"Fine" You blinked back the stubborn tears that kept welling in your eyes, harshly swiping your cheek as they started to stream down your face, "I get it"

"So where do we go from here" Bucky sighed, a part of him wanting to reach out and wipe the tears that streaked down your cheeks and hold you in his arms, hating the way he could see your heart breaking because of him.

"I can't keep doing this, I can't keep giving you chances just for you to break my heart over and over again." Your voice began to crack, wrapping your arms around your knees, pulling them to your chest, "I-I keep waiting for the day you'd feel differently but I get it, it's not happening"

"I'm sorry" Bucky whispered, almost reaching out to hold you one last time, deciding against it as he got up and made his way out of your room for the last time. His chest ached when he heard the first sob slip past your lips, softly closing the door behind him.

You cried your heard out, the pain far worse than you imagined it to be, wishing you'd kept your feelings to yourself because now you'd lost Bucky forever. You wouldn't wake up to him sneaking into your room for cuddles. You wouldn't walk into your apartment to find him crashed on your couch. You wouldn't wake up wrapped in his arms, legs tangled together with naughty kisses first thing in the morning.

Why did you fall so hard for him.

-

"Alright, what's going on with him" Tony huffed, "He's more grumpy than usual and I'm going to lose my billionaire status with how many punching bags I've replaced within the last week. Rogers?"

Steve shrugged, equally confused and worried as to why his best friend was far more moody than usual. There hadn't been any particularly grueling missions recently and there was nothing scheduled for the month. Over the past few weeks, Bucky had been closed off, secluded in his room, only leaving to spend time in the gym, breaking bags left, right and center.

"What's wrong with you" Steve found the soldier in the gym, grunting between punches, sweat dripping down his body, jaw clenched as he landed another hit, causing the leather to give way with sand spilling to the floor.

"Nothing" Bucky shook his head, hardly registering the sting of his split knuckles, panting while his heart thudded against his chest, having gone at it for the past hour, non stop.

"Buck, this is the fourth bag you've broken" Steve sighed, while Bucky huffed in response, already making his way to the rack to grab a new one.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with a girl, would it?" The blonde smirked, carefully watching his face. Bucky's eyes grew wide, blinking while Steve stared at him knowingly.

"N-no" Bucky shook his head, no, this had nothing to do with a girl, nor did it have to do with feelings. He didn't actually care about this girl or miss her, he didn't crave to feel her warmth, he was perfectly capable of falling asleep without cuddling her to his chest. He didn't miss her sweet laugh or cute shy smile. He didn't care that he couldn't hear her voice anymore and she didn't appear in every single one of his dreams, making his heart yearn for her more-

"Buck, seriously?" Steve deadpanned at his best friends lovesick puppy face while Bucky chewed his lip.

"You knew?"

"Not a lot" Steve shrugged. "Saw you talking to that cute librarian once when I was out for a run with Sam. S'not hard to figure out, considering you went from acting like the world was full of sunshine and rainbows to being a grumpy asshole all over again. So what happened"

Bucky only intended on giving Steve the most sparse details but once he started he couldn't stop. The more he spoke, the more it dawned on him that none of it was casual to begin with, that he'd fallen hard, deeply in love with you.

"You love her" Steve stated, seeing clear at day his best friend was an idiot.

"I don't love her" Bucky scoffed, his cheeks blushing at the way Steve cocked an eyebrow, "I love her"

"Go tell her you punk" Steve smacked him upside the head, chuckling as Bucky dashed out of the gym, running straight to his room to shower and change. He trembled like a leaf he entire time, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear, feeling awful for hurting you, awful for bottling and ignoring his feelings while hoping and praying you'd forgive him.

He thought about all the times he wanted more with you, about what it would be like for you to be his girl, fuck there had been nights where he'd even dreamt of spending his life with you. He hid it all away, convincing himself he didn't need anything else, that it was for the best for both of you even if you did make his heart feel whole.

He knew he wanted to be your man, every time he walked through your door, the stresses of his day instantly melting away, feeling like he was home. Nothing comforted him more than holding you in his arms, never wanting to let go.

He hopped onto his motor bike, swerving through the streets, taking the stairs two at a time to get back to you as fast as he could, not wanting to waste another minute. He shamelessly pulled out the spare key, knowing you'd be home around this time considering he had your scheduled memorized by now. Usually around this time, you liked to lounge on the couch under a pile of blankets with your comfort show on.

"Doll?" Bucky quietly unlocked the door, toeing his boots off, the scent of your home already causing his emotions to fly around wildly. He felt like he was home, whole once again, why did he ever let this go.

"Baby, where are you" Bucky called, frowning when he saw your house keys still hanging by the door yet found the living room empty. He continued to search for you, quietly pushing your bedroom door open, melting at the sight of your curled up form, sleeping under a pile of blankets. He felt a pang in his chest seeing tear streaks down your cheeks, evident that you'd been crying.

You stirred at the sound of the door creaking, shifting in your sleep as he quietly made his way over, gently coaxing you awake.

"Hey doll" he whispered, stroking your face with his metal hand, like he always did when he came over in the middle of a night, usually when he couldn't sleep or whenever missions finished and he immediately needed to come and see you.

"Bucky?" Your voice cracked, rubbing sleep from your eyes, unsure if you were dreaming when you felt the bed dip and his cool melt fingers stroking your cheek, the familiar scent of him making you feel giddy after you missed him so much. "What-what are you doing here"

"I- He paused, unsure of where to even start, guilt already consuming him for making you feel like he never cared for you in the first place. "I'm sorry doll. I'm so sorry"

"For what" You scoffed softly, sniffling back fresh tears that wanted to spill, still struggling to mend your broken heart, "Was there something you needed again" Your defeated voice made Bucky feel worse, realizing you probably thought he was back to use you, when you had all the rights to kick him out of your room immediately.

"No! No baby, never. I-I'm not here for that y/n, I promise" Bucky scrambled to your side, reaching for your hands, pressing them to his chest, his heart hammering against his ribcage. "I'm so sorry for what I said to you baby, it wasn't true, I didn't even realize how I felt about you. I missed you so much" HIs eyes were desperately pleading with you to believe him.

"You-you said you never saw me that way" you whispered, shrinking away from him once again, too scared to let him hurt you a second time. "You left me Bucky"

"Baby, look at me" He begged, hesitantly reaching out to cup your cheeks, relaxing a little when you didn't flinch away. "Please sweets, I mean it. I did see you that way. I care about you, fuck, I love you y/n" As soon as the words left Bucky's mouth, he felt complete like never before. It was like his heart stitched itself back together, feeling free, realizing how true it was. He loved you, more than anything else.

"No you don't Bucky" you couldn't bring yourself to believe him, gasping when he pulled you into his arms, his thumb stroking your face.

"I do doll, I promise I do. I was too stupid to realize it even when it was obvious. I thought about you every second of the day, you know that? Whenever the jet would land, I'd run straight to you because I just wanted to come home. I just wanted to come straight to you. You were my everything, i wanted to keep you protected, just live in a world where it was just you and me. I fell in love with you angel, tried to convince myself every single day that what I felt for you was nothing more"

"Bucky-

"Steve knew" Bucky cut you off, chuckling at your confused, pouty expression.

"What?"

"He knew. He didn't know everything but he knew enough to piece together why I was acting like a love stuck idiot. You have no idea what kind of effect you had on me doll. I was the happiest I've ever been with you. My heart was breakin' without you baby, I just wanted my girl back"

"Your girl?" You whispered softly, your cheeks heating up at the thought while Bucky nodded, pulling you down to lay with him.

"My girl. All mine. Can't believe I tried to ignore it, I've been in love with you for so long doll. M'sorry I hurt you angel, I'll never break your heart again, I promise" He held you to his chest, his words making your eyes water, burying yourself in his warmth. He kissed the tears that spilled from your lashes, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Will you be mine? Really mine?"

"M'yours Bucky" your voice was muffled, clinging onto him while he wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair.

"Y'know this means you'll have to put up with Steve and Sam" Bucky playfully teased making you giggle, already aware his friends would probably start to follow him once they officially found out about you. "and you'll have to be my date for all of Tony's extravagant shit"

"That doesn't sound so bad" You quipped, while Bucky rolled over, tucking his face against your neck, needily cuddling into you, craving your warmth after weeks of having been apart.

"That's because you've never seen me drink, sugar" Bucky hummed, sleep already starting to claim him, hugging you tightly as he closed his eyes. "Might even drunkenly ask you to marry me"

"I'd drunkenly say yes" you hummed, wrapping your body around his, he warmth of his skin making your eyes grow heavy.

"I love you doll" Bucky whispered before falling fast asleep in your arms, the world once again filled with sunshine with rainbows now that he was finally with you.

His girl.

His home.

[flemingsfreckles]

Surprise Visitor (18+)

Synopsis: based on this request, You and jessie reunite at the Chelsea/Arsenal game in Washington DC and you finally get to act on feelings that were interrupted by her transfer.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), oral sex (r receiving and giving), fingering (r giving), making out, little bit of dry humping, language

WC: 5.7k

A/N: this is it (at least for now) I explain more in this post as to why I’m taking a step back from writing, it’s maybe not permanent and I’ll definitely still be around to read other work, make posts about transfers, all that stuff, but just taking a step back from writing for now. Love all of ya, thank you :)

“I have a surprise.” Niamh grabs your hand pulling you behind her.

“Hang on, let me get my damn shoes on.” You complained as the defender continued to drag you down the hallway, hobbling behind her you tried to get your heel into your shoe.

“Ta-da!” You hear Niamh say and you look up from your shoes where she stood arms out.

“Oh my god.” You feel silly as your jaw drops, clasping your hand over it in an attempt to hide it. “Jessie.”

“Hi.” The Canadian’s smile is soft. You can’t hold back anymore, rushing with arms open to Jessie, nearly slamming your body into her when you came into contact. Her arms around you wasn’t something you had felt since you dropped her at the airport, both of you in tears as she moved to Portland.

It’s like climbing into bed after a long day, stepping into a hot shower after being out in the cold, the first taste of a home cooked meal after being away for months, being back in Jessie’s arms is immediately relaxing.

“Sorry, I’ve just really missed you.” You finally speak up, shifting away slightly, both of you releasing each other.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Jessie affirms your own feelings.

Shaking your head in astonishment you still can’t believe the woman was standing in front of you. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I told Niamh, I wanted to surprise you.” You get lost in her smile, you had always gotten lost in her smile. She flashes a glance to Niamh who takes the hint and quickly excuses herself back to the locker room.

You wait for her to walk away, giving you the chance to fully look at Jessie. Scanning her head to toe, her blue and green Nike shorts, her grey shirt, the way her hair was down but neatly contained by the hat on her head. Her freckles are more prominent than the last time you saw her, the summer sun doing her well.

“You look good Jess.” You eye her up, her simple outfit allows you to fully appreciate her, her tan skin, her brown eyes, the way her hair was neatly placed. “Like, really good.”

You notice how she shys slightly at the compliment. “Thanks, the move has been good for me, I really like it in Portland.”

“Yeah it seems like your type out there.”

“What does that mean?” Jessie gently shoves your shoulder.

You shrug,worried you’ve offended the girl. “Biking, sustainability, knitting, the city gives off those vibes.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

There’s a small beat of quiet and you say what you’ve been thinking since you first saw the woman. “I do miss you though, everyday.”

“I know, I miss you too. I can’t believe you got here without me knowing.”

“Niamh helped.”

“Probably because she knew how I feel, felt, how I felt.” You admit.

“Huh?”

“How I felt about you, I told her.” you didn’t have to explicitly say anything for Jessie to immediately know what you were referring to.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, well not all of it. It’s just, I had a really, really hard time when you left. I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t take care of myself super well, and Niamh noticed, she was there for me. One night she came over to help me get my place back in order and I embarrassingly broke down and let it spill about my feelings.”

Jessie nods slowly, taking in what you had just told her.

“I didn’t tell her we kissed and I didn’t say anything about how you feel, how you felt.” You quickly correct yourself, realizing it would be naive to think she still had those feelings.

“How I feel.” Jessie says, nodding at you with a smile on her face.

“Hey you two, time’s up! You gotta come get ready.” Niamh’s voice, while usually a warm welcome in your life, was something you wish didn’t exist in the moment.

You look at Niamh before back at Jessie, you could feel the sadness start to bubble in your chest, you didn’t want to say goodbye again. You couldn’t.

“Go.” Jessie lightly pushed your shoulder. “I’ll be around after the game, maybe we can grab dinner? Niamh said you’d be free tonight. Or I’m around tomorrow.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good luck, go kill it.”

As you took the pitch, all you wanted was to be off of it. You wanted to be back in Jessie’s presence, listening to her voice, watching her speak, you wanted to be with her. But instead you had 90 minutes between you and talking to her again.

You couldn’t help but find yourself scanning the crowd, looking for her. It took you until the 26th minute to find her. You’d run over to take a corner, bending down to pick up the ball, spinning it in your hands, and when you looked up, there she was. The focused look on her face, as if she was the one on the pitch, quickly turned into a smile when the two of you made eye contact.

You let out a sigh of relief hearing the final whistle. Chelsea had scraped by with a victory and now the only thing you had to think about was the freckled covered Canadian that stood patiently across the field talking with the fellow Canadians. You let her talk not wanting to interrupt her reunion with her other friends as well.

When she finally has a moment to herself you make your way over to her. “Hi.”

“Hi. Congrats, you played well.”

You shrug, she was just being nice, you knew it, you’d been admittedly distracted. “It wasn’t my best.”

“Well, it was still good soccer.” Her hand finds its way to your shoulders. “Don't be so hard on yourself.” You give her a sarcastic smile, Jessie always got on you when you’d tear yourself apart after a bad game or practice. She always knew how to calm you down, to remind you bad days happen, you’d missed her presence in your life greatly the past few days.

“That dinner invite still stand? I’d love to spend more time with you.” It may have sounded needy coming from your mouth but it was the truth, you wanted more time with her, that’s all you had wanted since she left, more time.

“Of course!”

“Okay, let me get showered and changed, I’ll meet you after?”

“Yeah.” Jessie nods and you head back to the locker room making sure to sign a few more jerseys and signs on your way. It was maybe the fastest you’d ever showered and changed, throwing on sweats and a shirt before throwing your gear haphazardly into your bag and heading out to find Jessie. The fatigue of the week finally begins to set in as you walk out of the stadium. You find her standing against a wall looking around. Her eyes catch yours as you let a yawn out.

“Hey.” You say mid-yawn, waving at her.

She smiles at you. “You look exhausted, I know I said it before but you played very well.” Extending her hand she makes a grabbing motion at you, “Give me your bag.”

“Yeah, exhausted is one way to put it, it’s a mix of traveling, London to New York to DC and the jet lag is finally catching up to me.” You pass the bag to her, she slings it over her shoulder.

“Want to just grab a pizza instead, come back to mine? We can just relax?”

You let out a small sigh of relief, while you would’ve done it for her, you didn’t feel like dressing up and going out. “That sounds perfect.”

That’s how the two of you ended up sitting on the couch Of Jessie’s hotel room, feet on the table, the box of pizza balancing on each of your thighs between you. Conversation has been flowing easily, a mix of old inside jokes, updates on your life, all coming up.

“So, you been seeing anyone in Portland?” Jessie had yet to mention dating, the topic simply avoided in conversation, but the question had been sitting in the back of your head since you saw her again, so you finally asked.

She gives you a quick smile, “Just jumping right to it then.” Looking down at the box and reaching for another slice she answers. “But no, I’m still working through some stuff, moving, captain, all that has just been a lot. What about you?”

“Nah, still getting over someone I never got to have.” You say nonchalantly, hoping she’ll pry.

Knowing her well, she does. “Oh really?

“Yeah, she uh, she was really cool, little nerdy, and pretty too, but then she moved for work and we never got to try, but I think we were pretty close to getting into something the week she left, we kissed for the first time in a hotel room and then she panicked and immediately told me she was moving.” You can’t help but contain the smirk that grows on your face as you watch Jessie realize what you were talking about.

“Oh you’re talking about me.”

“I am.” You nod, taking a bite of your pizza.

“I was stupid to wait around so long. I just wasn’t sure how you felt and I didn’t want to make things weird, and then moving to Portland, it was the easy way out, if things had gotten weird. I should’ve kissed you back when we won the league your first season.”

“I mean at least you did it eventually.”

Jessie hums in acknowledgment and you think back to when you first kissed her.

The two of you had been sitting on her hotel bed while Niamh was showering. You had been play fighting, you’re not even sure over what anymore. Gentle shoves became firm ones before you were tackling each other, and before you knew it you found yourself above her, your lips awfully close to hers.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been in that position with Jessie. Mistimed tackles on the pitch, other play fights, bus rides where you’d fall asleep on each other’s shoulders, your face and hers had been close before. You had always backed out, never giving in to your desire to kiss her.

But now, on the bed, on top of her, you decided against your better judgement and let your eyes wander to her lips, then back up, indicating what you wanted. When you saw Jessie just barely nod and move her head so her lips were just near yours, you leaned in connecting your lips. It had been a hard first kiss, but it confirmed all your feelings you had been harboring.

When you had pulled away you had expected Jessie to question why you’d done it, to yell at you, to tell you to leave. “I’m leaving Chelsea.” Were instead the words that came out of her mouth.

“What?” You were stunned, by the kiss and by her words equally.

“I, I got an offer, Portland, with Janine and Sinc, and I haven’t signed it, but I’m going to, the staff here already know. I’ll be leaving Sunday.”

You had been so sudden. The kiss, the hope of something only to be crushed by the news of her leaving. You felt as you had gone through the stages of grief trying to process Jessie’s news. You didn’t believe it at first, you knew deep down it was true, she’d be leaving you. You were mad, angry at her, not necessarily for leaving, but for not telling you sooner. You were upset, sad, spent the few nights left crying in your bed. And then you accepted it. You couldn’t do anything, she was leaving, she needed to. So you did the only thing you could think of and offered to drive her to the airport for her flight away from you.

There's silence between you and you’re not sure if she’s also replaying the kiss in her head too, or telling you the news, or the feeling of her walking through the airport doors away from you as you sat in your car fighting through tears to drive home.

“You’re cold.” Jessie says after you have a quick shiver as the air conditioner in her room kicked on.

“I’m good Jess.” Before you can try to convince her you were fine, she’s off the couch and rummaging in her bag.

You roll your eyes at her eagerness as she frantically digs. “Here.” A wave of red comes at you as she tosses a hoodie in your direction.

You flip it on your hands to see the Canada Soccer logo staring back at you. “I’m not wearing that!” You toss it back at her.

“Oh come on, it’s just a sweatshirt.”Jessie rolls her eyes at you as she sits back down, passing the fabric back into your lap.

“It’s a Canada sweatshirt.” You pass it back to her, holding it firmly into her lap, jokingly disturbed look on your face.

Jessie gasps pretending to be overly offended. “Don’t say that like it’s disgusting. Just put it on.”

“No!” You squeal as Jessie grabs your wrist, trying to put the sweatshirt over your arm. You manage to twist from her grip and dart across the room. She follows, chasing you. It’s no surprise when she catches you, you were faster in a sprint but she was always more agile.

Her hands grab around your waist pulling you in hard so your back is against her chest. You stop resisting for a moment, and relax into her, you can feel her heavy breathing behind you, the rise and fall of her chest. Just when she begins to loosen her grip on you, you wiggle free, managing to make it a few feet before she has you cornered in the entryway of the room.

Jokingly, you put your hands up by your head in surrender. Jessie is still just a few feet in front of you, sweatshirt in hand. There’s a tension, you can feel it, from the way you’re both panting, the intensity of her eyes on yours, the way she bites her bottom lip as she looks at you. It’s as if time freezes, for just a moment, the two of you on the edge of changing everything.

And then Jessie moves.

It’s swift, agile, just as she had moved around the room before, only this time it’s toward you. Two steps in and the hoodie is dropped to the floor, Jessie’s hands ahead reach for yours holding them out at the side of your head and now against the hotel door. Her chest is pressed against yours followed quickly by her lips pressed to your lips.

“Is this okay?” Jessie pulls back enough to talk, both of you breathing heavily, her hands still holding yours firmly to the wall.

Not sure how to even respond, you nod, mouth open as you stare at Jessie’s eyes that are intensely watching you. “Kiss me again.”

She does, releasing your hands as she occupies her left hand on your hip and her right hand on your cheek, pulling your body into her. Making out with Jessie was everything you’d imagined it could be. The perfect mix of soft, gentle touches as her fingers grazed your cheek, your neck, your hips, your stomach, she mixed it well with rough, bites to your lips, teeth grazing on ear and neck.

When she pulled her lips back from yours, her forehead resting on yours, her eyes stayed closed for a moment before slowly opening, meeting yours. “Just fuck me already Jessie.”

A small smirk comes across her lips. “Of course.” She kissed you hard again, her hands pushing you hard against the wall of her hotel room. Your fingers ran themselves through her hair, pulling slightly and keeping her close to you. A whine left your lips as she pulled back only to be quickly replaced with a deep moan as her lips found their way to your neck.

Starting with a hot open mouth kiss to the side you could feel your knees growing weak as she moved down before stalling just above your collarbone. Jessie attached her lips again, this time sucking.

You shouldn’t let her, you know that, you were an adult and a hickey, where people would see, wasn’t a good idea. Your teammates would see, they’d know something happened but the feeling of Jessie’s lips hot on you convinced you not to pull her away and you happily let her mark you.

She releases your neck a moment later, her hands grazing under your shirt, fingers cool on your abdomen. Growing impatient, you push her fingers off before grabbing the bottom of your shirt and lifting it over your head. You toss the shirt at Jessie, slinging it over her shoulder as her eyes remain glued to your bra. “You were taking too long.” You tease her, her eyes flickering up to yours before she returns back to your chest.

“Fuck we should’ve done this before you left, you’re so pretty.” She lowers her face for her lips to meet the top of your chest. Taking advantage by her distraction, you take the change to push Jessie, moving off the door before pushing her against the wall near the entry. Your hand grabs under her chin, lifting her head away from your breast so that you could kiss her again. The kiss is short before you’re breaking away, completely pulling away from contact with Jessie and walking further into her room, toward the bed. As you do so your fingers slip under the band of your bra and you’re quickly dropping it on the floor as you walk.

You lay back on her bed, letting your head hit the pillow. Jessie is quick to follow you into the room, kneeling at the end of the bed while you get comfortable. Once you stop adjusting, Jessie hovers over you, her eyes admiring your now naked chest. Your hands grab for the bottom of her shirt and she quickly helps, grabbing the bottom and pulling it over her head leaving her in a simple sports bra before returning her attention to you.

“Hmmm, still cold?” Jessie says, running her fingers down the valley of your breast, satisfied with the way your skin reacted to her touch and your nipples perked at the chill of the room and the desire to be touched.

Continuing her actions from before Jessie begins kissing down your chest, stopping this time to run her lips and tongue over your nipples. She alternates, soft sucking, quick twirls of her tongue before she switches sides, evenly distributing her attention. You reward her with breathy sighs and quiet moans, your thighs flexing in anticipation. The heat between your thighs was growing, you wanted and needed Jessie.

Testing the waters you grind your hips upward, immediately feeling Jessie react, her own hips rolling back against yours. She shifts, her lips still scattering, kissing along your chest and abdomen, moving so her thigh is between your legs. She shifts again and you feel the pressure of her thigh against your core. Unable to help yourself you roll your hips, grinding yourself against her in hope of even a tiny bit of relief. She lets you use her leg for a minute before she pulls away, smiling as what would be an otherwise embarrassing whine comes from your lips.

She sits back on her knees, her fingertips moving to your waist, fingers toying with the band of your sweats.

“Take them off.” You ask her, that’s all it takes and Jessie’s hands are grasping the elastic of your sweats and underwear pulling both down your legs in a rather quick motion. “Someone’s eager.” You tease her.

“A bit.” Jessie mumbles, a blush growing across her cheeks.

Jessie adjusts again, one hand holding herself above you, the other between your legs. You watch as her mouth drops in surprise as her fingers make contact with your arousal, her eyes widen for a moment before they roll back, closing.

Her fingers trace through you a few times before settling on your clit, gently circling it, looking between her fingers then up to you, you sigh as Jessie increases her pressure, you grind your hips meeting her movements.

Leaning down to kiss you, you let out a moan against her lips. The mixture of Jessie’s mouth on yours while her fingers touched you where you had longed for her for months was overwhelming. You’d had feelings for the girl above you for months, intense feelings, you’d always wanted her, she was everything. You can feel emotions, overwhelming desire and need and also the feeling of being close to her, to have her skin on hers.

“I want you.” You’re brought out of your own thoughts by Jessie speaking to you.

“You have me Jess.” Affirming her request, you were more than happy for her to make you hers in this moment, willingly offering yourself to her.

She shakes her head slightly. “No, not just right now, like for good, I want you.” The seriousness in her voice draws you from your arousal driven haze. You take a second to look at Jessie. Her eyes filled with lust and also what you had come to know as adoration. She looked a bit overwhelmed as she stared down at you. “I, I don't want anyone else to think they even have a chance.” She shakes her head more aggressively, curls bouncing in front of her own face.

“Jessie.” You pull your hands from her hips and bring them to the sides of her face, forcing her to look at you, preventing her eyes from wandering out of nerves. “No one else has a chance.” You mirror the shake of her head. “You’re what I want.”

“What about the distance?” She whispers eyes breaking their lock with yours, her thumb restlessly grazing your hip. You couldn’t believe this was the conversation you were having while lying naked under her.

“We’ll figure it out, I promise, I just want you Jessie. You’re what I’ve always wanted. It’s always been you.” You begin to feel a bubble of emotion grow in your chest, unable to name it a mix of warmth, familiarity, safety.

You pull her into a kiss, hoping you can portray even a fraction of how you feel about her through your lips.

“You’re all I want, I’m yours if you want me.” You whisper against her lips as you both pull away from the kiss.

“I’m yours.” She replies before your bottom lip is sucked between hers, gently tugging it, instantly bringing back the arousal that had been overshadowed by admiration.

As she releases your bottom lip, Jessie’s lips move, covering inches of skin, your neck, chest, stomach, all while her fingertips slowly drag back down to your legs.

You’re met with her beautiful brown eyes looking up at you when she settles between your legs. Desire and need written all over her face as her eyes silently beg before she uses her words. “Is it okay if I-”

“Please.” More than eager to finally feel her, you spread your legs, inviting Jessie in which she does quickly, moving up so you can suddenly feel her breath on your core. You feel yourself clenching around nothing in anticipation.

You watch intensely as Jessie slowly lowers her mouth, eyes locked firmly with yours, and her tongue makes its first contact with you. Simultaneously a groan comes from both of you, it wasn’t much, a simple pass of her tongue but her first taste of you had Jessie desperate for more. She gave another drag of her tongue from your entrance to your clit. This time the slight flick of her tongue against your nerves has you closing your eyes and tilting your head back into the bed.

“You taste so good.” You hear her whisper. Opening your mouth to respond, you’re interrupted by the moan that escapes instead as Jessie fully commits her mouth to you, tongue and lips covering your pussy, the mixture of suction and pressure from her tongue was blissful.

Still in disbelief that she was here, that you were naked in her bed, that she had said she was yours, you just watch as Jessie works to please you. You relax even more into the bed, letting Jessie take over.

Her eyes closed, eyebrows pinches slightly,

“There.” You breathlessly say, feeling Jessie’s tongue flick against your clit in a way you know will have your legs shaking shortly. “Keep doing that.” It’s no surprise to you when Jessie immediately listens, always one to take coaching well, a quick learner, she doubles down on her movement eyebrows scrunching in focus.

“Fuck Jessie.” Her name comes out in a groan, Jessie responding with a groan of her own at hearing her name come from your lips so sensually. “You’re going to make me cum.”

It’s seconds later that your orgasm washes over you. Jessie’s head is suddenly being squished between your thighs, but that doesn’t stop her. Gently coaxing you through the waves of pleasure Jessie’s tongue and lips continue tracing circles against your clit. When your thighs finally relax, falling apart to the bed, Jessie pulls her mouth off of you, looking up with a grin. “That was so much better than I ever imagined.”

“You’ve imagined it?” A little surprised at the idea of Jessie fantasizing about you, you can’t help but ask.

“Uhhh, I mean,” Jessie’s cheeks tint red as she looks at the painting hung on the wall next to the bed, avoiding eye contact.

“Glad I’m not the only one who did.” You admit, watching as the midfielder visually relaxes. “Come here, let me get that.” You reach a thumb out towards Jessie’s chin, wiping away what remained of your orgasm on her face. Before you can wipe your finger on the bedsheet Jessie grabs your wrist, bringing your thumb to her own mouth. Slowly she runs her tongue across your finger before she briefly sucks off the liquid, softly moaning to herself.

“You taste so good.”

Sitting up you grab Jessie’s face kissing her. Her lips are still just as soft as before only this time you can taste yourself on her as your tongues meet. Leaning forward Jessie is thrown off balance, falling backwards onto her back, you follow laying on top of her. Both of your feet are now at the head of the bed. You kiss her for a few minutes, slowly increasing the intensity, letting your hands roam, pulling at the tied knot on the shorts she was wearing. It takes both hands to finally get the knot undone and your fingers quickly dig into the waistband before you pause to pull away.

As you pull away you watch Jessie starting to nod at you, smile beaming from her face. “Yes, you can take them off.” She says before you even ask. Sitting back you slide the shorts off her legs, taking a moment to admire her in just a bra and panties, everything about her was gorgeous, tastefully toned muscles wrapped in her tanned summer skin. You wanted to touch every inch of her. Instead you pulled away, standing up from the bed.

“Where are you going?” Jessie asks, a confused look on her face.

“Come here.” Kneeling on the floor, your hands reach for Jessie’s thighs as you pull her towards you. She adjusts, and at the same time pulls her bra up and over her head.

“Wouldn’t the bed be more comfortable?”

“Shh, just let me.” You grab under her knees, pulling her even closer to the edge of the bed and closer to you. Your fingers come to the last remaining article of clothing she had on. Pulling them off of her, they join the various other clothing items scattered in her hotel room.

Now bare you grab her legs, putting each one on your shoulder. You can see she’s wet. It takes every bit of restraint and self control to not immediately dive into her. Instead you turn your attention to her thighs, taking your time kissing from her knee to the crease of her leg. The closer you get the more you feel her tense up and when you switch legs, letting your breath run over her core, you notice the way her hips subtly tilt up.

You take a few more minutes kissing along Jessie’s legs, a couple kisses to her hips, along with gentle scratches from your fingers has her impatient, “I didn’t tease you this much.” You finally hear her complain.

Deciding she had suffered enough of your drawn out teasing, you place a hand on each thigh holding her legs open and bring your mouth to where she was dripping for you. Immediately you’re rewarded with the sound of Jessie moaning and her hand on your head holding you tight to her. “Fuck.”

Hearing her make those noises for you, because of you, sends a heat through your stomach. You needed more of her. You lapped at her as if it would be the last chance you ever got to taste her, for all you knew it would be. Determined to commit it all to memory you took in every sound, every whine, groan, breath, every movement she made, how she’d grip your hair tighter when you teased her entrance with your tongue, how her hips rolled slowly in time with your tongue, you wanted to remember it forever.

Abandoning her entrance you move your mouth to focus on her clit, softly sucking while applying firm pressure to her has her breathing harder. Eager to have your hands on her, and to show her why you’d move positions, you bring a hand up between her legs, running your middle and ring finger through her core, pulling them away as they become covered in her slick.

You let your fingertips circle her opening a few times, a flood of cockiness growing in you as you feel her clench around nothing, waiting for your fingers and she whines out, “Please.”

You bite back a laugh at how easily you had her begging before every thought in your mind is erased as you sink a finger into her. Enveloped in her warmth, you can’t think of anything else besides Jessie. Her taste, her noises, how she feels around your finger, it has you wet all over again. You give Jessie a few thrusts before adding your ring finger, her satisfied moans tell you everything you need to know as you continue to slowly but firmly fuck her with your fingers. You curl them inside of her, pulling a whimper of your name.

You wanted to hear that again and again, you never wanted to know what it would be like for someone to moan your name. Only Jessie from now on, only her. The primal instinct to fuck her was only growing inside of you, you began thrusting harder, faster, your tongue working harder, all your efforts being appreciated by Jessie.

The grip of her fingers in your hair was becoming almost painful but Jessie’s words made the sting worth it. “That’s good, that gonna make me cum, fuck.” The breathlessness of her voice, almost hoarse, grew your desire to watch, hear, and feel her cum.

It was minutes later that Jessie’s back arched off the ground, her hips tilting away momentarily before thrusting onto your fingers and mouth. Her head was thrown back but you could see how she harshly bit her bottom lip, doing nothing to silence the noises she made. Just as her thighs closed around your head, you felt the way she was rhythmically clenching around your fingers as you continue to thrust them, helping her through the pleasure.

“Too much.” The hand that had momentarily relaxed in your hair was suddenly pushing you away. Jessie’s legs fall open and when you feel her fully relax you slowly slip your fingers out of her, bringing them to your mouth. Just as you had before you begin placing soft kisses along Jessie’s legs, moving to her abdomen, then her chest, collarbone, up her neck, her cheek and finally placing a kiss on her lips. Her eyes remain closed, as she relaxes on the bed.

“As good as you imagined?” She says, opening one eye to peek at you.

“Way better.” You grin back at her. You climb onto the bed, adjusting the pillows that had been pushed around in your activity. “Come here.” You pat the space next to you and Jessie slowly rolls over and moves to lay next to you. Wrapping your arm around her you pull her in, her head coming to rest on your chest, her arm around your waist.

“So…” You start, your fingers tracing lines and squiggles across the bare skin on Jessie’s back as she laid on your chest. “Did this mean anything?” Jessie lifts her head off your chest, shifting to look at you.

“I mean, it doesn’t mean nothing.”

Tilting her head back down Jessie hide her face as she speaks again. “What does that mean?”

You let out a sigh. You’d just been bare in front of Jessie, maybe now it was time to be naked, to fully tell her. “It means I’ve have feelings, I’ve always had feelings for you, and this made them those feelings much more real, so this didn’t mean nothing to me, this meant a lot to me.”

“Good.” Jessie looks up at you again. “Because this meant a lot to me too. And I don’t know, long distance is a lot, but for you it would be worth every minute.”

“You’d be worth it.” You respond before craning your neck down to kiss her.

The two of you remained in her hotel bed for a bit, relaxing into each other with fleeting touches and soft kisses, until Jessie urges the two of you to get up, claiming you both should pee and wash your hands.

“Not complaining about the Canada logo now, are you?” Jessie smirks at you through the mirror as you wash your face, poking a finger into the sweatshirt of hers you had thrown on.

“Shut up.”

“I mean if you have a problem with it,” she pauses as she comes behind you, fingers playing with the bottom of the fabric. “We can definitely take it off.” Her big brown eyes are practically begging you as she looks up at you.

“Hmm then yes, maybe I don’t want it on anymore.” You pull it off your head as you exit the bathroom. Hearing Jessie quickly follow after you.

“Wait for me!”

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Better Than Any Medal

As promised, this is finally a buddie fic. Evan Buckley x reader x Eddie Diaz. I'm sorry it's taken so long to do a Buddie fic, I hope you will all like it.

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Summary: While at the award ceremony with Buck, Eddie and their kids, (Y/n) starts having contractions. But she tries not to tell the boys, wanting to celebrate first.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) arched her lower back, trying to relieve the pain in her spine that felt like it was snapping in three different places, all at once.

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and she couldn't stop them from falling down her face as her nails started to scratch against the porcelean sink. A twinge rolled through her back and her knees bent forward into the sink that she was leaning heavily against to the point she felt like she was going to break it.

One hand moved up to swipe at the sweat glistening on her skin and she took a deep breath, trying to push through the pain.

They all had a busy day today. Today was a special day and (Y/n) didn't need this pain right now. She needed to push through it and get ready so none of them were late for the station. This was going to be the first medal Evan would be awarded, and Eddie's first medal for being a firefighter and it would be the only medal Eddie would be proud of.

God knows he hadn't been happy when he got his medal for his time in the army, that was one he didn't think he deserved. But getting a medal for going against regulations and orders to go and save Bobby, that was something worth celebrating.

She tried to straighten up but once she was stood up, it felt like her stomach dropped down and tried to weigh her down to the floor.

"Mum," Violet knocked on the door, followed by a giggle that almost lifted (Y/n)'s heart. She knew all the kids were getting impatient because they were all excited to go to the station. They were just like their dads; always up for a party no matter what they were celebrating.

"I'm coming, just- hang on."

Her legs quivered when she slowly eased down to sit on the toilet so she could get dressed without falling over. She kicked the lounge set she had stole from Eddie this morning to one side. The shorts had been a little uncomfy because they didn't stretch properly over her stomach anymore, but there was very little that still fit (Y/n) these days.

She reached out for her tights and leaned forward, rolling her eyes to herself as she wriggled her feet into her tights. This was the part (Y/n) didn't like about being pregnant. Where she could barely get dressed or walk about without her stomach getting in the way or dragging her down or making her feel uncomfortable.

She stood up and leaned her hip into the sink, letting the waistband bunch just under her stomach because she couldn't be bothered to fight with them any more. She had to finish getting ready.

They didn't feel as comfy as they used to, but most things didn't anymore. (Y/n) was used to living in the boy's clothing, but she couldn't exactly do that today on a special occasion.

She had asked the boys why they couldn't have had this ceremony next month when (Y/n) would have already gone into labour. They had waited three months since the rescue mission to actually award the team, another month wouldn't have mattered. But they chose today when (Y/n) was thirty-five weeks pregnant so she would have to sit uncomfortably through the day and wear something that wasn't flattering in her current state.

Tears welled up in her eyes again when she shuffled towards the door and felt the baby start to kick. That was all she needed, for the baby to move and kick and liven up so (Y/n) would feel worse.

Her hand curled around the handle but she froze when a tightening sensation in her abdomen had her leaning forward and sent her knees buckling.

Oh no.

"Please… please, not today." She muttered defeatedly to herself as her hand moved to hold her stomach like she was trying to get the baby- or her body- to listen to her pleas.

She couldn't go into labour today. This was not the day to have their fourth kid. Not when today was supposed to be about Eddie and Evan and a day to celebrate the pair of them. (Y/n) wasn't supposed to go into labour today and take the attention off the boys or drag them all away from the party and cause a fuss.

The back pain, the sleepless night last night, the constant uncomfortableness she felt and the twinges rolling through her stomach, they were all vaguely familiar to when she had the girls. Why today? Why now? Why now, when this was supposed to be a happy day without stress or drama or any sort of problems arrising.

(Y/n) had done this twice before, she knew the signs and the feeling of going into labour and that definitely felt like a contraction.

If this was the start of labour, maybe (Y/n) could get through the whole day without much fuss or pain. Maybe she could hold off telling the boys until later this afternoon, maybe this evening if she was really lucky. That's what she would do, she would try her best to keep this under control and wait until strictly necessary to tell the boys.

She took a deep breath and straightened up, more and more convinced that she was going to have this baby today when the pain started to fade.

When she finally opened the bathroom door, Violet grinned up at her and muttered a quiet 'yay' although she leaned her head to the side when she realised her mum wasn't even dressed yet.

"Mum, papa said we're going in five minutes."

Evan was a stickler for timing. He created schedules for their days out, he prepped and got the kids up early and got breakfast ready. He was always creating routines and time guidlines to keep everyone on time, he couldn't bear to be late for anything.

"And I'll be ready, I just need my dress." (Y/n) leaned down and kissed the top of Violet's head, managing a smile when she looked at what her daughter was wearing.

A dark plum purple dress that fanned out in ruffles around her legs and a matching purple flower clip in her hair.

The six year old nodded and gave (Y/n) a hug before she wriggled past and hurried into the bathroom.

(Y/n)'s hand pressed against the wall, using it as leverage to get herself further down the hall towards the bedroom. She had only just got up and already she wanted to sit back down again. She just wanted to sit down and try to get the pains to disappear. All night she had been uncomfortable, unable to find a good position to lay in without her stomach hurting her her back aching like it had been broken. And now if contractions were happening, the uncomfortableness was going to get a lot worse.

Something soft formed on her lips when she headed into the bedroom and looked over at Eddie.

He was stood in front of the mirror, buckling up his belt and tucking his dress shirt into his high-waisted trousers that fit snugly over his hips.

It wasn't often that (Y/n) got to see either of her men in their suits, the most she got was them in their day to day uniform. Seeing Eddie stood there with the matching trousers and blazer and a tie was so strange, Eddie didn't usually dress up in suits unless it was a formal event like a wedding. For events and family gatherings he usually wore some smart trousers and a button up shirt, nothing this fancy.

But all five of them had to wear their uniforms today because this was a formal HQ event and they were having photos taken. The ceremony was technically for PR and promotional reasons, but it was still good that they were all getting recognition for what they had done.

Eddie's head turned in her direction and he quirked a brow as he looked her up and down. Stood there near the bed in her tights and her bra with most of her stomach exposed for his flooded eyes to drink in and observe.

"Are you going like that?" He danced his eyes up and down her frame while he turned away from the mirror to face her instead.

"I'm sure you'd love that, but no, I'll find a dress."

She looked in the walk-in wardrobe for a dress that would look half decent on her but not make her look like a fool or a football. Her eyes locked on a dark cherry red dress and she swiped it from the hook, smothering a groan as she clicked her spine into place, again, and dragged it over her head.

Her lips formed a frown when she pulled the dress down to her knees and it pulled a bit too low on her chest and revealed her bra.

She sucked in a deep breath and shimmied the heart neckline back up to cover her chest, but it pulled the waistband higher over her bump and made the dress ride up her thighs.

Her teeth bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from crying as she tried to rearrange the dress once again. She didn't want it too high up her thighs or too low on her chest, but there didn't seem to be any middleground.

It seemed safer to show a bit more chest and cleavage than risk her dress being too high around her thighs. She made sure her bra wasn't on show and she looked as decent as possible, but she barely made it out of the wardrobe before arms circled around her waist.

"I like that one, you look lovely." Eddie murmured, punctuating his words with a kiss against her shoulder and travelling his lips up to the side of her neck.

He slid his hands beneath her dress, raking it up so his fingers could glide across her stomach and over her tights. His words made (Y/n) smile but she didn't quite believe him. She didn't feel like she looked that nice when her tights barely stayed up, her dresses didn't look right on her anymore and even Eddie's clothes were starting to become too small for her.

"Hm, I don't think so."

"Why not?"

The genuine disappointment in Eddie's voice had (Y/n) shivering and she leaned her head back on his shoulder, pressing her forehead against his neck. She felt him lean his cheek on top of her head while his elbows pressed into her waist so his arms could squeeze her lovingly into his chest.

"If my stomach gets any bigger I'll be flashing my chest or my thighs to everyone. Nothing will fit anymore." Her hands travelled down to hold Eddie's wrists and she lifted her head from his shoulder when Eddie leaned forward into her.

He moved his pointed chin across her shoulder so he could pepper kisses across the front of her neck, feeling each shallow breath she took.

"Then I guess you'll just have to live in our gym stuff until boy gets here." He punctuated each word with a kiss up and down her neck before he lifted his chin and connected their lips.

Both Eddie and Evan's gym gear was more stretchy and loose than the rest of their clothing and his words made (Y/n) smile. When the kids weren't home she often wore the boy's shorts and a bra if the weather was warm enough and she knew if drove them both mad.

Although, if this was (Y/n) going into labour, she wouldn't have to worry about clothes not fitting anymore. This would be her last day worrying about how much her stomach was going to grow. Her shape would start changing again in the next few weeks, but at least she wasn't going to get any bigger than this.

They broke apart when they both heard Evan shouting "Are we ready?" to get all their attentions.

(Y/n) was as ready as she could be. She felt Eddie press another lasting kiss to the side of her neck before he unravelled from her frame and let her dress drop back down around her thighs.

(Y/n) pushed forward and headed out of the room, trailing her hand along the wall again when her stomach twisted and shivers ran down the back of her legs. She had a feeling once she was sat down at the station, it was going to be hard for her to get back up again.

Her eyes locked with Evan's when she headed into the hall where he was stood with all the kids. Violet was jumping up and down, waiting eagerly to go get in the car, Chris was stood with a broad smile in his suit that made him match both his dads. And Poppy was in a dark red dress similar to (Y/n)'s, with white flower petals sewn into the hem and a red scrunchie in her hair. The two year old was as eager as Evan to get going.

"Do you think I look okay?" (Y/n) glanced down at her dress before she looked up at Evan who was suddenly in front of her with wide eyes full of hunger.

"You look beautiful." His hands found her sides and he reeled her in until her stomach was pressing into his abdomen and her hands found his shoulders.

Her head tilted to one side and she watched with a quickening heartbeat as Evan's eyes clouded over. One hand reached up to drag her fingertips over the light coat of stubble on his chin, wondering if he was trying to grow it out like Eddie. Evan wasn't usually one for stubble or a beard, he liked to be clean shaven, especially since the one time he had stubble a few years ago, Violet had cried and demanded he shave and 'be papa again'. But he looked good with it today.

Her weight shifted from foot to foot but she tightened her hand on his shoulder, trying not to make a sound when her stomach twinged. It didn't feel like a contraction, but it felt like something similar. Like her body was starting to get ready for what was about to happen soon. She couldn't help the way her knees bent forward and she leaned into Evan a little.

It was enough to grab his attention and cause a frown to paint across his face. His head tilted to one side and his hands gripped her hips while his eyes raked up and down, trying not to focus on her cleavage too much so he could try and see what the problem was.

"You okay?"

"J-just a twinge… I think someone's awake." She felt Evan's hands leave her hips so he could cup her stomach instead and his lips curved into a catfish grin that morphed when he pecked her temple.

"Are we going now?" Chris swayed back and forth and banged his crutches to try and gain everyone's attention when he noticed his dad walking down the hall.

Evan's lips curved into a wide smirk when he felt a kick beneath his palm and it only brightened his already ecstatic mood. He pressed a few more butterfly kisses against her temple and cheeks, running his fingertips across her hips before he leaned back and turned to face the kids.

(Y/n) curled both her hands around Evan's bicep and leaned into him while she felt Eddie's hand on her lower back.

"Two cars or one?" Eddie mumbled and reached down to scoop Poppy up so the toddler didn't try and run once the front door was open.

They had the choice of taking both cars down to the station or one of them driving the 'bus' as the kids called it. Which was just the seven-seater they had so if they wanted to go on days out, they didn't have to take two separate cars and split up.

"I'll drive the bus, come on let's hop to it." Evan circled the keys around his finger and opened the door, letting Chris take the lead and Violet take his hand as they headed out.

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"Can we join you?" (Y/n) smiled shyly and looked over at the girl she classed as a sister.

A smile lit up Maddie's face and she nodded, waving at the seats when she saw her family standing by her table.

Everyone was filtering around the station, finding a table to sit at to wait for the ceremony to begin. And (Y/n) thought sitting with Maddie and Jee might be a good idea, especially since they would be close to the stage and all the kids would be able to see the boys easily from here.

She felt Eddie's hand on her shoulder as she slowly sat down next to Maddie and he stood behind her chair and kissed the back of her head. While Chris sat down next to her and Violet sat opposite (Y/n) so she could be next to Jee.

Violet was the eldest girl, being six, Jee was in the middle since she was almost four, and then Poppy was the youngest since she was two. But the three of them got along like a house on fire and were always wanting to be together and go out with each other.

"Okay baby, are you gonna sit with mummy while we go over there?" Evan bounced Poppy on his hip and moved her towards (Y/n), but he rolled his eyes when she tightened her arms around his neck and started to wriggle around.

She squirmed and whined, muttering no as she tried to glue herself against him to stop him from putting her down.

"You can't come up on stage with us, girlie." He pecked her temple before he sat her on (Y/n)'s lap.

As much as Evan wanted to stand up on stage with all the kids stood by their side, they couldn't exactly do that. But he didn't want Poppy to get upset or have a temper tantrum either. She was as clingy as she was cute and she didn't like being parted from any of her three parents.

She wriggled around on (Y/n)'s lap, whining and holding her arms out while her bottom lip wobbled, something that always made Evan give in and crumble like a cookie. But he didn't get chance to try and reach out to kiss her or try and bargain with her before Eddie leaned over and held her hands.

"You stay with mum and be good, and you might get to wear papa's medal, okay?" It seemed enough of a bribe to stop Poppy from having a mini meltdown and she nodded, managing a smile when Eddie kissed her cheek.

Evan murmured a quiet "Be good," to them all and gave Maddie's shoulder a squeeze before he and Eddie made their way over to the stage to stand with the others.

(Y/n) watched them both saunter off and it made her smile when Evan hid himself away on the back row like he was trying to blend in and make sure he didn't stand out. Tommy was the tallest, but Evan came in at a close second and he didn't want to stand at the front and block the other's views.

She let her eyes wander around the station for a minute while her arms tightened around Poppy and she kissed the top of her head. The ambulance and both trucks had been parked round the back so there was enough space for a party in here. And two other nearby stations were on standby so all calls could be redirected to them. Allowing the 118 to have the whole day off to celebrate without the risk of a callout getting in the way and disrupting everything.

When Poppy wriggled and stretched her arms out, a soft smile overtook Maddie's face and caused her eyes to crease.

"Aww, you wanna sit with me, honey?" She opened her arms and gladly let the toddler clamber from (Y/n)'s lap and onto her own. She wrapped her arms around Poppy and snuggled her close to her chest and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek.

(Y/n) smiled at the sight and looked across at the rest of the kids, noting that Jee and Violet were more than happy chatting away about something in hushed whispers. And Chris was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes set on both dads, just waiting for the speeches to start so he could begin clapping.

She twisted in her seat, moving so her back was straight against the chair and she was turned towards the left so she could face the stage and watch the boys.

But a twinge glimmered across her face when another contraction tore through her stomach. Her hand moved down to smooth circles into the lower part of her stomach but when the pain disappeared, she let out a shallow breath.

When the pain wore off, (Y/n) continued smoothing her hand along the side of her stomach and she slouched a little in her chair. A forced smile played on her lips so the boys didn't suspect anything was wrong.

At least this was still the early stages right now. They could get through the ceremony and the pleasantries and (Y/n) could try and last as long as possible before needing to tell the boys what was happening and cause some panic.

A sudden thought flashed through her mind and had her taking a sharp breath.

Her water best not break yet.

If her waters broke too soon she wouldn't be able to pass it off or stop anyone from knowing she was in labour. But if it held off, (Y/n) could breeze through the contractions like she had been doing for the last hour or so. She could push them aside and try to carry on with the celebrations. When she had Violet it had taken a long time for her waters to actually break, she got down to eight minutes between contractions before her waters broke.

With Poppy she barely went into labour an hour before her water broke and everything seemed to move swiftly.

"So, how are you?" Maddie turned Poppy around on her lap so both of them were facing the stage, but she looked to the left to smile at (Y/n) who broke out of her trance and came back to reality.

"Tired." (Y/n) smiled and leaned back a little more, slouching down so her back didn't hurt as much and she darted to look over at the clock on the far wall. She hadn't been keeping track of the timing. She needed to count the minutes between each contraction so she knew if she was close to having the baby or not.

Maddie and Chimney had seen first-hand how ill (Y/n) had been at the start of this pregnancy.

(Y/n) had been in and out of hospital with severe morning sickness in the beginning. Evan had come off a twelve hour night shift and then spent the next twenty four hours in hospital after he came home and found (Y/n) passed out in the bathroom, dehydrated after throwing up everything she had in her.

It took a while for the morning sickness to taper off, and it didn't help when she already had three other kids to look after. Which was one of the reasons Maddie had been round to their house so much, so she could try and help look after the kids and give (Y/n) a break.

It felt like the least she could do because when Jee was born and Maddie had been struggling, (Y/n) had stepped in to look after her niece. After Maddie took time to go and take care of herself, (Y/n) had Jee almost every other day to give Chimney a break and to help as much as she could.

"Well you look lovely, by the way. I love the dress." Maddie took a sip of her drink and reclined in her seat while she looked up and down the dress approvingly. The colour was lovely and it stood out well without making her look rounded or out of shape with her pregnancy.

"Thank you."

(Y/n) was used to the boys constantly telling her they thought she looked lovely, but that was different. They were her partners. They always thought she looked good, especially when she was pregnant. Hearing from someone else that she looked lovely boosted (Y/n)'s confidence.

Her figure had just started to change after having Poppy and now she was pregnant again, changing shape for a third time.

She smiled up at the boys on stage.

Eddie looked stoic. His face was calm and his lips were curved into a tender, blushing smile. Whereas Evan looked a mix between excited and nervous, trying to dampen down his smile so it didn't shine too brightly and show off how childlike he felt right now.

(Y/n) couldn't wait to see what the pictures would look like once they were uploaded in a few days. She wanted all the pictures she could get of the boys and the team as a whole.

Her spine clicked into place and she sat up straighter once it was time for them all to be awarded their medals.

Eddie looked almost pleased to get off stage and he managed to smile when the medal was hung around his neck. It made (Y/n) wonder just how long the boys would keep them on before they either put the medals in (Y/n)'s bag or pawned them off on the kids. It would be Eddie who would give his away first, (Y/n) knew that. Evan would be a bit more apprehensive to part with his medal.

The dark rouge blush that flushed Evan's face when it was his turn made (Y/n) smile. He looked so sweet with his nose and cheeks tainted pink and his neck flushed red and his smile reached those baby blue eyes.

She could see his hands fidgeting in front of his lap, scratching together to remain calm and composed until he could move to the back of the stage again and blend into the background. Not that he could ever blend in when in (Y/n)'s eyes, both her men always stood out.

As soon as the clapping started and everyone began to move, (Y/n) could hear all the kids cheering and bouoncing up and down like rockets about to take off into the sky.

It made her smile, but her smile faded when another contraction stabbed at her abdomen and had her leaning forwards. Her hand gripped the edge of the table and she took a sharp breath, pressing her lips into a thin line to muffle any sound and try to cover up her unease.

"You okay?"

She felt Maddie's hand on her wrist and she forced herself to nod and try to laugh. If Maddie knew she was having contractions, she would tell the boys straight away and then none of them would be staying for much longer.

(Y/n) didn't want to disrupt the ceremony in any way, she wanted today to go well and the boys and the kids to enjoy themselves. She wanted the boys to get the recognition they deserved and have a relaxed day with their colleagues where they didn't have to rush into dangerous situations.

Both the boys loved a party and (Y/n) wasn't going to tell them and ruin the atmosphere until it was absolutely necessary.

"Just back ache, God this boy's killing my spine." She wasn't exactly lying, her back did hurt a lot more than usual. Only last week her back had locked in place and Eddie had to sit on the kitchen floor with her for over half an hour until he could finally move her and stand her up without crippling her in agony.

She tried to sit back up straight and when she looked over at the boys, she grinned and looked around the table.

"Why don't you all go get a picture with dad and papa?"

Poppy was off like a shot, squirming out of Maddie's arms and squealing with her arms stretched out in front of her. She looked cute, like a little berry in her red dress, weaving between everyone who quickly moved out of her path so she could make a beeline for her dads.

She reached Eddie first who grinned and scooped her up, planting a kiss down on her cheek as he swung her round in the air before settling her down on his chest.

Chris and Violet followed swiftly after and Evan picked Violet up while Chris stood between them both. The five of them got a few lovely pictures together that (Y/n) would make sure she got printed and put in a frame at home.

Tilting her head down, (Y/n) looked down at her stomach while her lips pressed together tightly and her hand curled around the edge of the table. The sharp edge cut into her palm and she held her breath until her chest felt like it was going to explode, making sure she didn't make a sound at the familiar tearing feeling in her abdomen.

She almost jumped in her seat when she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and a set of lips smothering the top of her head.

"Wanna come get something to eat, baby?" Evan's hands moved up and down (Y/n)'s arms as he leaned over the back of her chair and attached his lips to the side of her neck.

"No, m'not hungry." Her hand reached up to hold Evan's wrist and she gave a tight squeeze while her head leaned into the crook of his neck. She couldn't go and get something to eat, not when her stomach was churning and the contractions were starting to tear her in two.

"You and bubba aren't hungry? I find that hard to believe." Evan let go of her shoulders so he could curve his arms around her front and glue his chest into her back.

He couldn't well believe that (Y/n) didn't want anything to eat when she knew Bobby had helped make half the food on that buffet table. She and the kids were all suckers for Bobby's food, especially when she was pregnant. Evan was always delighted at the strange cravings (Y/n) had when she was pregnant and he loved that she actually had a proper appetite when she was pregnant- at least after the morning sickness wore off with this pregnancy.

"Not yet anyway," (Y/n) murmured back before she pecked Evan's cheek and clicked her spine into place.

"You'd better be quick, there won't be much left soon."

"Not with you and the kids nearby." A grin spread across (Y/n)'s lips when Evan swatted his hand down on her hip. "I'll come up and get a drink." She patted his arm before her hands moved to the table to try and ease herself up.

She felt Evan's hands shift to her hips and once she was up, he pecked her cheek and kept an arm curved around her waist as they headed over to the buffet table. Evan eventually unravelled his arm from (Y/n)'s waist so he could reach over and pass Chris and Violet a plate each.

He stood behind Eddie and rested his chin on Eddie's shoulder so he could kiss his neck, nudging his shirt collar out the way.

A shiver tore down Eddie's spine and he gruffed, trying not to move or make a noise when he felt Evan nipping at the side of his neck. He rose a brow and twisted his head to the right to look at his partner who was grinning into his neck.

"Don't mark me up." He kept his voice quiet so Poppy wouldn't take any notice since the toddler was sat on his hip, currently refusing to let him go.

Evan grinned and finally pulled away once a red slash appeared on Eddie's neck that he tried to cover with the collar of his shirt. He moved his free hand down to Violet's shoulder and let her stand in front of him while Chris stood between him and Eddie, all of them adding to their paper plates.

Eddie led the way back to the table with Chris following behind him while Evan stayed with Violet and pointed out the stuff she would eat. She was a fussy eater, most of the stuff on the table she wouldn't even try. Whereas Chris was like both his dads and ate anything, and Poppy would just pick and choose things from Eddie's plate.

Just as Evan was about to guide Violet back towards the table, he stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Uh, Buck?" Chimney let go of Evan's arm and reached to his right, daring to rest his hand on (Y/n)'s arm when she looked like she was about to collapse.

She was holding a pitcher of juice with a stack of paper cups in front of her, both of which she was about to take back to the table. But she stopped and leaned forward, her free hand pressed down onto the table that she prayed would take her weight and keep her stood upright.

Chimney could feel her shaking and she had her chin tilted down into her chest and her eyes were snapped closed. She wasn't saying anything but he would take a guess that she was in some sort of pain.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Evan let go of Violet's shoulder and gently nudged her to follow after Eddie before he moved to stand behind (Y/n).

"M-my back…"

A frown formed on his lips and he leaned over her while his right hand gently pressed into her lower back. A cringe tore through Evan and his lips formed a grimace when a loud click echoed through the air and he felt the crunch beneath his palm. Her spine had clicked into place.

(Y/n) let out a small sigh and finally opened her eyes, shuddering through her next breath, disguising the contraction with the back pain she was having. At least her back felt a little more flexible now Evan had unintentionally put it back in place.

"Thanks," She tried to smile up at Evan but it didn't make him feel any better, the concern was still plastered across his face.

"Let's sit you down, that didn't sound too good."

(Y/n) was inclined to agree, she wasn't sure how much longer they would be staying here if the contractions continued this strongly.

***

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) leaned forward until her head was hung over the table and her knees were pulled up against the underside of the tabletop. Her hand moved to jab into the side of her stomach, pressing as hard as she could to try and deflect the pain and distract herself.

Her teeth sank down in her lower lip so sharply blood started to well up on her tongue and flood her mouth.

The contractions were as strong as ever and they were starting to get closer together. She couldn't wait this out much longer. She was going to have to tell the boys and ruin the party, but they were having so much fun.

All the kids were in their element, drifting around to talk to everyone else and get pictures and cake and play games. Chris had been having a great time with Denny and chatting to Hen and the girls were all playing together and Poppy was being passed around like a present for everyone to admire. She had taken a shine to Bobby who had spent almost half an hour walking around the station with her, talking to people and showing her around.

A quiet whimper tumbled past her lips and her body started to shake as her knees juttered against the table that was empty, apart from herself.

Once the pain started to subside, (Y/n) tried to sit up straight in her chair but her lower back felt like it had been broken and her abdomen was on fire.

She took a sharp breath and pushed up to her feet. She needed to walk around before her legs turned numb and she broke down in tears. Sitting there going stiff wasn't going to do her any favours, she needed to be up moving about.

Her hand pressed to her lower back and she grabbed her phone from the table when she looked across at the other side of the station. She could take some pictures. That would be enough to distract her and bring a smile to her face.

She could barely find the strength to put one foot in front of the other but she did her best, shuffling more than walking, to try and get as close to the make-shift dance floor.

Her heart swelled and a flutter of adrenaline coursed through her chest when she looked at her family.

Eddie had Violet's hands in his and the eldest girl stood so close she was almost standing on his feet. A bright smile lit up his face and creased his eyes as they danced and swayed from side to side and every few seconds, Eddie would shimmy Violet from left to right to make the hem of her dress spin and flutter.

Then there was Chris who was stood with Evan and Bobby, the three of them doing some sort of strange dance similar to the Macarana.

And Poppy and Jee were in the centre of the dancers, their hands tangled together, their knees bending and both of them were spinning in slow circles, doing their own sort of dance. They were the cutest sight. (Y/n) wondered how Evan wasn't over there taking dozens of photos or trying to join in already.

(Y/n) moved to the edge of the make shift dance floor, rubbing her left hand in circles along her back while she set her phone to record and slowly pointed around the dance floor. Capturing all of her family and friends enjoying themselves to the music, even Chimney and Maddie were up swaying to a rather upbeat song.

After a few moments, (Y/n) switched to taking photos and shuffled a bit closer while a tense smile pulled on her lips.

When another contraction hit, (Y/n) swallowed down a groan and let herself crease forward a bit to ease the tension and try to make the pain more bearable. But the pain seemed to extend and shake down to her feet and her thighs quaked together as her knees felt like they were going to buckle.

She didn't realise had doubled over even more until a groan tumbled past her llips and she suddenly realised tears were welling up in her eyes, ready to flush her face.

For a split second, Eddie looked away from Violet and glanced his eyes around the room. He knew (Y/n) hadn't eaten anything yet and she had been unusually quiet at the table earlier. But he couldn't see her sitting at the table any longer.

He scanned his eyes around while he twisted Violet to the left and let her tug and sway on his hands. But his lips fell from a smile into a confused frown when his gaze locked on his partner.

She was bent forward at an odd angle with her hand on her stomach and her other hand was shaking to the point she looked like she was about to drop her phone.

"Go to papa a minute, baby." He leaned down and pecked the top of Violet's head before he pointed her in Evan's direction.

Once she toddled off, Eddie weaved through the few other people dancing or letting loose, his hands moving to reach out for (Y/n) in case she lost her balance or crashed to her knees. His hands found her elbows and her felt her shudder and almost jump back until she realised who it was stood in front of her.

His thumbs smoothed up and down the creases of her elbows and he waited for (Y/n) to look up at him, but she wouldn't. Both of them looked down when (Y/n) grabbed his forearms and groaned.

Water trickled down her legs into a puddle at her feet.

Her waters had broken.

"Oh God. Buck!" Eddie twisted his head to the left and reached one hand out to beckon Evan over to them. They had a situation now.

He gently pulled (Y/n) closer to him and sidestepped a few paces until they were closer to a table and away from the dance floor. His brows rose when (Y/n) tightened her hold on him and pressed her forehead into his chest. There was no hiding now. (Y/n) couldn't play this off or pretend she was fine, not now her waters had broken and Eddie had seen her in agony.

"You're in labour, aren't you?" His lips hovered beside her ear and he gave her arms a squeeze when (Y/n) didn't bother to look at him, she just hummed.

Eddie nodded more to himself than to (Y/n) and let go of her arm so he could cup the back of her neck. He thought she looked uncomfortable earlier when the rest of them were eating and (Y/n) went quiet. He had seen her wriggle and try to get comfy or become uncomfortable when she tried to get up.

But they were thirty-five weeks along now, labour technically could happen at any point, although Eddie wasn't expecting it this early.

"Since when?" He murmured against the side of her head, a sense of authority in his words but a shiver ran down his spine when (Y/n) didn't answer him. She just stayed tucked up against his chest.

Both of them felt Evan hurrying up beside them. One hand clamped down on Eddie's shoulder while his other hand held (Y/n)'s elbow to try and keep her stood upright. She looked like she was about to go down on her knees. And Evan hadn't missed the small puddle of water on the floor when he rushed over. He could gather what had happened here.

"Baby, did your water break? Have we gotta go?" He rushed through his words, looking between both partners before he spun to glance behind him.

The music was being turned down and he could see Maddie and Chimney reaching out to stop the kids from rushing over or thinking something was wrong. There was no need for the kids to panic.

"Let's go sit down."

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and managed to lift her head when she felt the boys move round. Eddie was on her left with an arm curved around her back and her hand tangled with his. And Evan stood on her right, nodding silently at his sister when she pointed to her stomach and murmured 'the baby?' across the station.

Her legs felt like they had turned to jelly, she could barely lift her feet anymore but when another contraction tore through her stomach, (Y/n) stopped. Her temple flopped against Evan's arm and she tried to swallow down a groan as her knees bent and she tried to crouch down between the boys.

She didn't want to be stood up any longer. She wanted to kneel or sit down and she couldn't make it to a table.

The shallow, panting breaths she let out made Eddie's chest tighten and when (Y/n) started to groan and shake, Eddie looked between both partners.

"Do not tell me you're pushing already."

The growl that vibrated after his words made (Y/n) whimper and she looked up at him through hooded lashes that almost made him melt. She could feel the deep breaths he was taking to try and stay calm and she all but shuddered when Evan held her chin and tilted her head up in his direction.

"How long have you been in labour?" His arched brow and stern lips set in stone told (Y/n) not to bother trying to fob them off or pretend she wasn't sure. If she was close to pushing she had to know how long she had been having contractions. And neither of them were going to be impressed if she had kept this from them for longer than twenty minutes.

"S-since this morning?" It came out more of a question than an answer and tears trickled down (Y/n)'s face when Evan swore and a dark "This Morning?!" grumbled past Eddie's lips in retaliation.

"Christ baby, why the Hell didn't you say something?"

A tear rolled down (Y/n)'s cheek and made Evan's heart break and regret his words instantly. He wasn't trying to argue or get into an argument but he couldn't help how upset it made him that she had been suffering and in pain for ages and neither of them had known that she needed help.

"I'm sorry. I-it's your day-"

"Nevermind that mi amor, we need to get in the back room, we can't transport if you're already dilated."

Eddie didn't care for apologies, she didn't have to say sorry for not telling them, no matter how upset they might be that (Y/n) had clearly suffered all day without letting them know. They had to sit her down and get her checked over because if she was almost fully dilated, it wouldn't be wise to move her until after she'd had the baby. Unless they all felt like having their fourth baby in the back of the 118 ambulance.

"Can you watch the kids?" Evan looked across at his sister who nodded, Poppy already in her arms so the youngest didn't try and run off after her parents. While the three of them changed direction to aim for the locker room. It was the closest room without having to drag (Y/n) down the back corridor or hike her up the stairs.

"Hen I'll need a medic bag."

She was already off to get the kit whilst the three of them blundered into the locker room just as (Y/n) cried out and doubled forward. She was glad when Eddie moved to stand in front of her, moving her hands to his shoulders while his hands clamped down on her hips and held her up. He let her face smother into his chest and he held tight when she bent her knees and tried to hunker down.

They could both hear Evan muttering curse words under his breath while he shed his blazer and tossed his tie to one side. He made quick work of rolling up his sleeves before he went down on his knees behind (Y/n) and murmured a soft 'Let's have a look.'

Both men were suddenly glad they had taken their medals off almost as soon as they got given them. Chris was proudly wearing Eddie's medal and the last Evan saw of his, Poppy had been parading around with it, showing everyone the red ribbon that matched her name and her ruby red dress.

"Shit, you're crowning already. This is gonna be the first baby born in the station."

"I'm sorry-"

"Hey, no use apologising. Let's focus on meeting our boy, hm?" Eddie smothered his lips against the top of (Y/n)'s head, smiling into her hair when his eyes locked on Evan. Their partner was knelt on the floor, breathless and smiling proudly.

They didn't have to wait any longer to meet their second boy and even out the score to two boys and two girls. Their next bundle was about to arrive and Evan couldn't wait.

"Did I hear that right?" Hen questioned as she dumped a medic bag and some towels down beside Evan and reached out to hold (Y/n)'s hips. "Maybe we should sit you down, honey. This is baby number three for you, they're not gonna wait around."

Eddie carefully leaned (Y/n) back into Hen so he could shed his blazer and tie like Evan, before he went back to holding (Y/n). He and Hen turned her around and slowly lowered down to the floor with her in their hold.

She let herself ease back into Eddie's chest and tipped her head back on his shoulder while his arms cocooned around her waist. His chin perched on her shoulder and made a shudder run through her skin.

"Okay baby, keep pushing, you know what to do."

(Y/n) let out a groan and moved her hands until Eddie took the hint and deadlocked their hands together. He smothered his lips against the side of her head and pushed his chest forward into her back to keep (Y/n) sitting upright. While Evan had a towel over his lap, knelt between (Y/n)'s legs with Hen at their side getting the equipment out ready.

(Y/n) snapped her eyes closed and tucked her face into Eddie's neck, letting him curl around her like a blanket and smile against her temple.

"You're so close now, mi amor. What a way to celebrate, eh?"

Tears started to flush down (Y/n)'s face as a broken cry tore from her lips when she pushed forward and felt Eddie shuffle up behind her to keep her sitting upright and prop her up. He peppered his lips along her neck and over her cheek while he looked over her shoulder, grinning through tears when Evan shuffled forward with his hands stretched out.

"Head's out, one more push."

(Y/n) could see stars twinkling in front of her eyes and all the blood seemed to swim through her head. This felt so much quicker than the first time with Violet, possibly even quicker than when they had Poppy too and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

"Good girl, you've done it. This must be a record for us." Evan kissed her knee and felt her fingers shakily drag across the back of his neck while he looked down at the bundle in his arms.

And Eddie cupped his hand beneath her chin and gently lifted her head and let it fall into the crook of his neck. He pressed his lips against her temple and brushed his thumb up and down her cheek when he felt all the tension leave her body.

Her trembling hands reached out when Evan knelt between her thighs and carefully laid their boy on her chest. She could barely hear his cries from the static pulsing through her ears but she could feel his hands batting down on her chest and his cries vibrating through her ribs.

"You know it's supposed to be our day off, right?" Hen mused with a cheeky smile and she couldn't help but lean over to get a look at the new addition.

A lopsided grin flooded Evan's face as his hands smoothed up and down (Y/n)'s exposed thighs, both to comfort her and help get some circulation back through her legs. He leaned forward and pecked her lips, looking down at their little boy before he looked up and caught Eddie in a quick kiss.

"The kids are gonna be thrilled." Evan glanced to the left and took a peek through the doorway.

They knew both Chris and Violet would be bouncing off the walls right now, desperate to see their parents and their new brother before they had to go to the hospital. But all of them knew Poppy probably wouldn't be happy that now she wouldn't be able to stay with any of her parents. She would have to make do with her aunt or her grandad Bobby for a while.

Eddie kissed her temple again and reached a hand down to brush his thumb along their son's cheek.

"Thank you for the present, mi amor."

"Yeah," Evan mused, tangling his fingers with Eddie's on top of their son's chest. "This is better than any medal."

[juniperhillpatient]

I have talked about this a lot before but it’s on my mind & also it’s something that really should be discussed more in Buffy fandom -

People are constantly talking about how Spike defies all the rules Buffy was taught about demons & vampires & rightfully so. A vampire falling in love with a slayer & fighting for his soul for her is such a romantic notion & I do love it but the nuance of Spike’s arc is even more interesting than that! He does love Buffy but not only that he befriends the Scoobies too. He brings flowers for Joyce after she dies. He helps prove that Tara is not a demon when her family tries to gaslight her & isolate her. He becomes a pseudo big brother to Dawn.

And yet none of that is even what I’m here to talk about! Spike IS a hero & he does have a long spanning redemption arc before the soul (& we’re NOT here to talk about Seeing Red right now, as usual that topic is too expansive & requires its own post) that should be acknowledged & his character is rightfully praised but he is NOT the only exception to vampires having nuance & it drives me crazy that we act like he is. The Judge isn’t just talking to Spike when he says this:

“You TWO.” He’s talking about Drusilla too! He says that they share affection & jealousy. That Angelus in his total sociopathic lack of human emotion is the odd one here.

Then you have things like this -

Conversations with Dead People has Buffy sharing a very long & deep conversation with an old acquaintance turned vampire. And it’s far from the only example in universe of a vampire retaining some sense of camaraderie with people from their life!

That’s right this entire rant has been a lead up to talk about my best girly Harmony Kendall. You’ve fallen for my ruse if you’ve read this far muahaha! Admittedly Harmony’s strongest moments are mostly unfortunately on Angel but even in season four of Buffy when she dates Spike she is clearly intended at times to be sympathetic. Season 4 is also interesting because we see a lot interactions between various gangs of vampires like Harmony’s so-called minions & even Sundays gang where they’re very much evil but also sharing in living (existing?) space & acting like bickering roommates or siblings. Like creatures with bonds & personalities & intricacies.

The point I’m trying to make is that the show never truly wants to grapple with the existence of Spike in all his nuance but it’s also not just about him! In general there is so much to grapple with in the idea that vampires can change & be redeemed & I’m not saying I’m anti scary evil vampires I’m just saying the universe gave us these hints of nuance & then the characters never grappled with it & that’s lame. For Buffy killing things that have a shot at redemption however small would be a major emotional blow if she ever addressed it! Especially in her season 5 “am I just a killer 🥺” arc. Let’s deal with the implications!

Let’s deal with Xander’s trauma about killing Jessie & just how much it would/should hurt for him to see Spike increasingly choose good & work with the Scoobies. I would LOVE to know Xander’s reaction to Harmony’s arc on Angel or Cordelia befriending her & letting her go ina world where the writing acknowledges that he drove a stake through his best friends heart!

It’s just that the writers accidentally complicated their own lore & then totally refused to ever let their characters address what the cracks in the stories they tell themselves mean. Giles says that a vampire is no longer the person but instead the thing that killed them. What’s scarier: the idea that your loved one was killed & something wears their face like a mask OR much more insane (to me) the idea that your loved one came back very wrong but it’s still them? Your brother eats people now but he still remembers how you like your eggs & can quote every episode of the cartoon you watched as kids. Your mom murdered that woman from the PTA who always talked too much in cold blood but she still remembers the recipe for your favorite pancakes. The show wanted scary vampires but it got so caught up in never addressing the infinitely more complex & scarier vampires it accidentally created & sticking to the more simplistic initial idea that it did both the characters & lore very dirty. And I’ll never shut up about it!!!

[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."

[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

[sunnys-out]

Always better than me | Lucy Bronze x Reader

A/N: Hellooooo, this is a standalone that I did from a request. This is from the prompt list here. Reminder, that submissions are still closed.

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: gaslighting, emotional abuse, cheating, panic attack symptoms, swearing. angst w/no happy ending. slight nsfw

Lucia Roberta Tough Bronze, was my first love and my hardest heartbreak. Truth be told, I hated her so much when we first encountered each other on the international stage. She had admitted that I was as much of a pain in her ass as she was to me. 

I mean defending against a 17 year old Jessie Fleming was already a nightmare so when it was both of us, Lucy made it her personal mission to shut me out. Some tackles led to confrontation, some that had me so close to her face that I could see the dark specks of color in her eyes. 

Her stupid smile when she knew that I was frustrated in a game. I fucking hated it but I realized I loved seeing it all the same. Jessie followed me to Chelsea and she saw everything between me and Lucy from the beginning to the end, and the very bitter epilogue that I still, desperately, wanted to end. 

Lucy and I’s little rivalry continued in the WSL. It became a game at some point of who could make the other the most annoyed by the end of the match. Every other match, Lucy would push herself onto me in confrontations to looking down at me after a tackle…this only happened once, in anger, outside of the pitch. ‘

We were both a couple of shots of tequila in us, Lucy was arguing with me and I felt the wall hit my back. The sounds of the club, both are teammates dragged us to, seemed muffled. My voice, normally as loud as hers, was small and tiny. I was just staring, dumbly, at one little black speck in the blues of her eye. 

“You’re such a fucking brat ya know that?!” Lucy screamed at me.

I finally shifted my gaze to her mouth as it curled at my silence.

“What all talk before and now you’re fucking quiet, wish you’d stay this way”.

My brain finally reconnected to my mouth as I finally push back into her like we would in games.  Jessie, across the way, saw the confrontation wondering 

“Maybe I should intervene?...” 

My voice slurred, “Fuck you, Lucy… our first game against each other you brought me down. I fucking hated you for it and I still do. I still remember your smile, the soft quirk to it when you stood over me..” I poked the side of her mouth with my finger.

“How could I not? It’s ingrained in the back of my mind, Lucy, and I wish it wasn’t” I look at her my hand falling away from her face.

I did not realize that my face was now centimeters from hers. The same smile appeared,

“Maybe I don’t want you to forget it hm?” Her head tilts as she moves my chin slowly as so that I remain looking at her. 

I groaned, “Ugh you’re insufferable” I pushed her shoulder only to be met with her lips, hungrily devouring mine. 

Poor Jessie said she made the quickest u-turn of her life when she saw what happened. 

Lucy pulled back and stopped me with a small laugh when she saw that I tried to close the distance again. The taste of lime, salt and the burn of the tequila only added to the intoxicating taste of Lucia Roberta Tough Bronze. 

“I want you to never forget me” she sealed that statement by bringing me in again her grip rough on my chin…and she was, unfortunately, right about that. 

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We began seeing each other more after we had a long conversation in her Manchester apartment. Well, the long conversation then involved both of us being naked in Lucy’s bed…and well that was never something that we expected…but we both did not stop.

Out times together stopped just being nights tangled in each other after tough matches to days lounging about. Then to waking up to her holding me close like I was the most important thing in our new apartment. 

I loved Lucy so much…she was there for my back injury that took me out of the season for a time. She learned all the little things that made me tick, everything that brought me joy, everything that brought me sadness…and unfortunately, she became one more than the other.

The little moments of love that were peppered throughout our relationship like the stars in the sky slowly faded away as she moved to Barcelona. If I’m going to be honest…it probably started even before that. We had done distance like this before, like when I was at Wolfsburg on loan for a season, Lucy always made sure to call…to talk about my game that she saw, and I would return the favor and offer my insight on her games and how much I missed her.

Even though the cloudy weather of London never bothered me…Lucy being gone really was felt in the weather now. Barcelona definitely had the light of my life and I didn’t realize it would stay there. 

Her distancing took some time to manifest but started when I had to reach out to her. I understood, I mean it took me a bit to adjust to the new culture of Germany, but it took her longer to respond to me and it was a simple “ok”, “goodnight” “good morning”,“love you”. The response just served as a “I read the message”. She never really did read my messages because the responses often didn’t make any sense to what I had sent. I never corrected her and just went along with it thinking it was just a typo…a pretty bad typo.

I remember I alluded to the idea that I should come visit her in Barcelona…and she said “Nah, things are picking up and with the international break coming up it wouldn’t be good for either of us”. It was true that I had the Gold Cup and she had the Euros qualification games but a few days wouldn’t hurt…she traveled to Germany for me once before and then returned immediately to play one of the best games of her life.

The feeling of rejection hurt…it hurt more when I saw the post of Lucy exploring Barcelona with Ona…doing things that I had planned to do with her. Seeing her with the flowers in the elevator…oh the flowers…it broke me. I put it in the back of my brain, Lucy would tell me right? She’d tell me if this wasn’t working anymore, right?

Our relationship was a secret, the fans had alluded to it before and Lucy and I would giggle at the theories and the compilations of proof, but we never announced or made it public per Lucy’s preference. Suddenly, she was comfortable sharing the little, soft appearances of Ona…something I prayed that Lucy would do for our relationship…

I don’t hate Ona…I would never hate her…

I was jealous and angry…Ona was getting what I once had and more but I was afraid she’d have my same experience. Living without a doubt that your partner loved you, cared for you, would hold you like you were the most important thing in the world…until it just stops…until they find someone better. It made me wonder if I made someone else question if I was the “someone better”. 

“Lucy, can you fucking tell me the truth for once?!?” I yell exasperated through the Facetime.

There was another bout of silence…like it always went. 

“It’s nothing, it isn’t like we were dating seriously anyways” she said as if it was something obvious.

I shoot up from my seat, “What the fuck does that mean, Lucy?!?” 

The roll of her eyes did not go unnoticed by me.

“Means we were just having fun, thought that is what we were, don’t know where you got that we were serious. I mean you probably are seeing someone else down there in London, you see me yelling at you and acting like I got a stick up my ass?”. Her words came without care awaiting my response.

Suddenly we were back to being rivals on the field. Calling each other bluff about a foul that occurred. Whether it was a yellow, deserving of a red, or a card at all. Everything was the same even the smirk on Lucy’s face at my frustration.

“You know what Lucy…fuck you…I’ve done nothing but wait for you…I’ve done nothing but continue to support you even though you stopped doing that for me and I… I still love you, even after all of this time and I fucking hate that”. I bite back the tears. I hated being a frustrated crier.

“You told me we’d be honest with each other and that’s not what this is…you can’t decide now when you’re fucking Ona that we were just a casual thing!” 

My chest tightened even further,if it was even possible, when I saw the indifference in Lucy’s face.

I could not tell you what I said afterwards, those words were not my own but I guess whatever I said caused Lucy to unfollow me on all social media and I bet my number is blocked too. Ona, funnily enough, kept following me…either she didn’t care or she didn’t know about what I had with Lucy. I’ve decided to not dwell on that.

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Chelsea legend, announces retirement from International/Club Football

I like to think it was a well-thought out decision, leaving the sport that I loved. The numerous phone calls and emails from friends, family and journalists seemed to indicate otherwise. I still had another World cup that I could attend, another Olympics, another Gold cup…another anything really but I just couldn’t. 

This sport gave me everything, it gave me friends, found family, loves and losses…but its one loss that made getting on the pitch difficult. We were rivals, we hated each other, we fell in love with each other…well, I fell in love with Lucy, and now I’m alone with those thoughts of Lucy. I fell in love with the idea of Lucy, the idea of a good relationship and just me looking at her with rose-colored glasses. 

“So, did I miss the meeting where they were going to tell me that my vice-captain for Canada was retiring for good because I just found out through a Tiktok that was posted on Insta reels” Jessie said sternly over the phone.

Jess, being the first one of my teammates to contact me after the announcement.

“Oof, that’s definitely not the way that I wanted you to find out, all things considered,” I say trying to lighten the mood a bit even though the root of my retirement is more tragic than what I let on.

A groan erupts from my phone as Jess continues, “Ugh…ok, so why pray tell, am I without a vice-captain?”  

How do you tell your best friend that you can’t find yourself to love the sport that you’ve done your whole life because of a girl…

“I just feel like I don’t love it as much as I used to and I don’t want to fake the feeling for the sake of it…so I thought it was time”. I say pretty convincingly.

Jessie sighs, “I mean I can’t really say anything, because it is up to you…just wished you could’ve given me at least a heads up…still love you to bits though”.

I laugh as I pick up the phone to check a text that came in, “I’m sorry Jessie, it was a spur of the moment decision and I felt like I would regret it if I didn’t do it now you know?”

I never deleted Lucy’s number…didn’t have the heart to…maybe it was the small piece of hope that held on that she would message me and everything would go back to what it was.

“Was it because it me?” It felt more like a statement than a question…no hellos or good afternoons accompanying it.

I said my goodbyes to Jessie as I looked at the text…did she actually care?

I lied. We were past pleasantries at this point

“Not really. I mean I still can’t get you out of my mind even though I’m probably long gone from yours but no you weren’t the reason”

A few minutes and another text comes through,

“Then what?”

It felt like years were passing as I typed out the text, 

“Well, I did what you did, couldn’t fake “loving” this sport so I dropped it without notice”.

Lucy never responded…and I would be lying if I said I didn’t care if she did.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Birthday

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: It's your birthday

It's weird, you think, having Morsa with you on your birthday.

She's never been around for your birthday before. Things have always come up like last year when her plane got delayed and she had to sing you happy birthday through the phone while you sat in front of the cake with the Wolfsburg girls and Momma.

She made it up to you though with snacks and presents and big kisses and cuddles but you've never actually had Morsa at your birthday before, let alone your party.

You don't have friends your age but that doesn't matter because this year you have the Not-Wolfsburg girls at your house. They bring presents and party hats and lots and lots of unhealthy food that Momma is desperately trying to not let you see.

Morsa is running around like a chicken with its head on fire (you don't know what that means but Millie said it and you don't think she would lie to you). She's darting between the food table to you to the pile of presents and then back to you again.

Momma is running after her, muttering murderous words in Danish as she tries to move things around.

"Magda," She hisses as they both loop past you again," Stop adding more presents. Where did you even get these?!"

You're sitting on the floor, propped up on your knees as you play Connect Four with Guro and Jessie. You don't really understand the game but Jessie lets you put the counters where she tells you and that's enough for you.

Your pile of presents is sitting not too far away. You opened your presents from Mamma and Morsa this morning after Morsa let you drown your pancakes in syrup and spray a whole can of whipped cream over them.

It's gotten steadily bigger as everyone arrived for your birthday but Morsa keeps adding to it and you think it's annoying Momma a little bit.

"Yay!" You exclaim as you put the last counter in to get you and Jessie win. You throw your hands in the air as Jessie pulls you into a hug.

"Congrats, birthday girl!" Jessie says, cuddling you nice and tight.

You giggle before looking over her shoulder to Momma and Morsa arguing in hushed tones. Morsa's holding a party popper that Momma confiscates off her.

Morsa huffs in annoyance before peeling away to sit next to you and Jessie. You climb off Jessie's lap to crawl into Morsa's, who layers ticklish kisses all over your face.

It's still weird to have Morsa here on your birthday but it's a good weird. You like that she's giving you lots of affection. She never strays too far from you even when she lays out sugary snacks on the table.

She's got some little fairycakes on a plate that she hand feeds you as you sit in front of the tv watching Lady and the Tramp. It's a movie about puppies. You want a puppy when you're older but Momma and Morsa are still getting you settled in England so you don't think you'll get one for a long time.

"Morsa!" You giggle after she presses kisses onto your face after every bite.

"What?" She teases," I'm not doing anything!"

"Magda," Momma says as she approaches, crouching down to smile at you," You're going to ruin her appetite."

Morsa pouts. It's a bit of a weird expression on her face and it makes you laugh. "It's her birthday. She can eat whatever she wants."

You decide that you like Morsa being around on your birthday because she has good excuses like that. "Yeah, Momma," You say," It's my birthday!" You think for a moment and then gasp. "It's my birthday! Can I open my presents now?!"

Momma looks like she's going to refuse. Usually, you open her and Morsa's presents in the morning and then after dinner, you open presents from everyone else. It's not after dinner yet but a lot of the Not-Wolfsburg girls are yelling at Momma to let you open some of them.

Morsa's looking at her with big puppy dog eyes that she says you inherited from her and Momma sighs.

"Only a few," She says," Then we finish your movie, order dinner and then we open the rest."

"Thank you, Momma!" You bound to your feet and press a big kiss to her cheek before moving to your presents.

Millie crouches down next to you to help you open a few of them before Sam takes over. Momma says that sometimes Sam is like a big kid and you like that because she helps you rip open some of the wrapping paper with as much enthusiasm as you.

You get lots of new toys to play with and some new clothes too. You get some custom Not-Wolfsburg kits with almost everyone's number and name on which is okay and then a new Not-Wolfsburg scarf and hat that you like because it's only really the Not-Wolfsburg colours and the crest is very small so you can almost pretend that they're a normal hat and scarf.

You get some new footballs but your favourite present is the new Wolfsburg kit that Jessie got you. It's got your first name on the back with the number one and you cajole Morsa into helping you put it on then and there.

Momma laughs at the funny look on Morsa's face as she helps you change.

"Thank you, Jessie!" You cheer, barrelling into her arms and hugging her nice and tight.

"Oh, come on, Jessie!" Sam complains with a laugh," We're never going to get her to wear the Chelsea kit now!"

"It's her birthday," Jessie replies," She's allowed to wear what she wants."

"Yeah, Sam!" You stick your tongue out at her. "It's my birthday! I can wear what I want!" You sit down cross-legged on the floor and drag Sam's box closer to you.

She looks hopeful for a moment but you start pulling on the ribbon it was wrapped in and try to make a bracelet out of it, winding the ribbon around your wrist until it fit properly.

"Well," Momma laughs as she picks you up," What does this birthday girl want for dinner?"

You think for a moment before blurting out the name of your favourite fast food place (Millie and Sam took you for the first time without Momma's permission and you have been hooked ever since).

Momma makes a face and then you remind her that it's your birthday.

"Your usual, princesse?" Morsa asks, already loading the app to order.

"Yes, please!"

It takes a while for the food to get there because all of the Not-Wolfsburg girls order too but soon enough you're happily sitting on the sofa with your greasy food as the film plays on the tv.

Momma covers your eyes once you're done and you immediately know what's happening next. You wiggle impatiently until she uncovers you and everyone starts singing.

It's horribly off tune but you love it, eyes tracking Morsa as she walks in with the biggest cake you've ever seen with just the right number of candles for your age. It's obvious that Morsa didn't tell Momma how big it was because Momma looks shocked and a little bit annoyed at the size of it.

You love it though.

Having Morsa around for your birthday is the very best.

You blow out the candles and you think someone takes a picture of Momma and Morsa kissing your cheeks at the same time.

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚈

description: in which jessie and her long term girlfriend are sweet like candy

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jessie fleming! ucla x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: this is a short one! just fluff

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y/n giggled again as her girlfriend pressed multiple kisses to her cheek, the brunette keeping her arms tight around y/n's waist as the cheerleader tried once more to slide from the bed.

"Jess!" y/n laughed aloud, the girl huffing as y/n tried to push, knowing full well that her girlfriend was stronger than her by a fair amount.

"Stayyy." Jessie whined, trying to pull y/n tighter to her body

"I have practice." y/n denied, Jessie shaking her head against her shoulder.

"It's a Saturday." Jessie countered, her voice muffled from the fact it was pressed into y/n's shoulder.

"And I have to go." y/n says. Jessie's arms squeeze tighter in response and y/n chuckles. "My gorgeous girl." y/n hums, pressing kisses to Jessie's head.

The soft feeling on her lips makes Jessie hum and y/n's hand begins to scratch down the footballers back, at the sensation Jessie is asleep in seconds, the girl falling back to the bed and her grip loosening.

y/n smiles at her girlfriend softly and slides from the bed, the girl pulls on her cheer uniform, trying to be as quiet as possible as she moves to the connecting bathroom in her room - which she was very grateful to have.

y/n quickly applies her make-up, only a light coat because she couldn't be bothered with anything else, then once she looks less like the walking dead, she grabs a hoodie (of Jessie's), and leaves a note on the side.

'love you jess.'

y/n then creeps from the room, carefully closing the door as she spots her friend Amber waiting for her with an amused grin being sent her way.

"Jessie?" Amber asks knowingly as they walk from the building and into the bright morning sun.

"Oh yes. Wouldn't let me get out of bed." y/n chuckles as she tilts her face toward the crisp morning sun which made her smile in slight relief, her mind slowly waking up quicker now she was outside.

"What got her asleep again?" Amber asks.

"Back scratches and hope." y/n tells her friend, the girl laughing as they walk into practice, most greeting the co-captains and third years with bright 'hello's'.

"It's too early for your youthful glow guys." Amber whines, and the group laughs.

"Okay, It's the girl's game tomorrow, it's a big one. It's against USC." y/n explains and there is an excited noise which echoes from everyone.

"The football guys will be there in support, most will, so we better keep these legs high and arms straight, yes?" Amber asks, she was the more hard-ass of the two.

"Right, we'll start with a warm up." y/n says and the group split into space to prepare.

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y/n let out a long sigh as the group took a rest she looked through her bag and groaned at the realisation that she had left her water bottle back in her room.

They had been working for nearly two hours now and she was gasping for a drink, but of course, in her rush, she left it sat on her bedside table, next to the still sleeping Jessie.

"Looking for this?" A voice asks.

y/n turns, grinning at her now awake and dressed girlfriend, and the water bottle which she held in her hands, the green bottle refilled with water via Jessie, who then walked over to the field, knowing how much her girlfriend loved that water bottle.

"You are a lifesaver." y/n breathes out in relief and Jessie grins.

"if you want it, you gotta pay the tax." Jessie smirks and y/n lets out a sigh as if it was such a hardship.

y/n jumped slightly, pressing her lips against Jessie's, the footballer grabbed her waist and pulled her closer keeping a tight grip on her as she tried to deepen the kiss.

"Oi, Fleming! Give me my co-captain back!" Amber yells from behind them.

y/n pulls away laughing as Jessie flips off Amber, the cheerleader gasping dramatically and rolling onto the floor as if she'd been shot. y/n chuckles watching her.

"Drink." Jessie said, holding out the straw section to y/n, the girl ducked her head slightly, sucking a large gulp of water from the bottle.

She took several more swigs from it, Jessie holding the bottle still finding satisfaction in the way her girlfriend was letting her take care of her.

"Good girl." Jessie cooed, brushing a loose strand of hair behind y/n's ear, which in its habit did not stay tucked for long.

At the compliment y/n's cheeks flared pink, Jessie grinning evilly at the sight, knowing those words always got to her. y/n rolled her eyes, finally not thirsty for water as she took her water bottle from Jessie.

"Thank you baby." y/n hummed kissing her cheek. "Have fun at training." She adds as she goes to walk back to the group of cheerleaders.

"Uh, no!" Jessie whines, tugging on y/n's wrist and bringing her back to face her. "Good luck kiss." She huffs, the two having a ritual to do one before every training session and game.

y/n chuckled but leant up and pecked Jessie's right cheek, then her left, then her nose and then finally her lips, keeping their lips together for a little longer before pulling away.

"Better?" She asks her girlfriend who nods.

"Very." Jessie grins. "Love you!" She adds before racing off, grabbing her football bag from the floor where she had left it.

y/n watches her go, a small-lovesick smile on her face as Jessie runs off so she wasn't late for training, y/n walked back to Amber, who was still laid dramatically on the floor.

"You too are so sweet, it makes me sick." The girl tells y/n who rolls her eyes.

"Sweet like candy." y/n winks and Dan, one of the male leaders pretends to throw up, however shrieks when he is sprayed with water from y/n's bottle.

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Games against USC were always violent and with Jessie playing more of a defensive midfield role today, y/n had been watching in fear as she nervously bit at her lip, trying to keep their cheers going.

It was currently 3-3 and there were only 3 minutes left. UCLA currently had a corner, and y/n and her group ran through another cheer, Amber doing a back flip just as the ball was kicked into the box.

y/n watched in shock as her girlfriend jumped, the ball bouncing from her head and into the back of the net as the clock hit one minute.

The stadium around erupted, especially for Jessie who was well known due to her international playing for Canada as well. y/n screamed in excitement, the cheerleaders all shaking their pom poms with cheers.

Jessie sprinted over to y/n, wrapping her arms around her and spinning her excitedly, which made y/n laughed. The two shared a quick peck which caused the crowd to erupt into 'awws' before Jessie raced back to her position.

The next few minutes were tense, UCLA trying to desperately defend their lead, as the whistle finally blew, the students and teachers cheered as y/n and her group did their final routine a wide grin on all their faces.

Jessie smiled as y/n hopped from Amber's hands, the cheerleader jumping on her as Jessie caught her, y/n's legs wrapping around her as she clung.

"My superstar." y/n murmured into Jessie's hair, not minding that she was rather sweaty.

"My sexy cheerleader." Jessie hummed back, y/n pulling away with a roll of her eyes as she jumped down.

"I was trying to be cute." y/n laughed as Jessie grinned and tucked y/n into her side with a strong arm around her waist.

"I can't help it, you in that skirt." Jessie groans, her head falling against y/n's own as she huffed out a breath, her hand creeping down to squeeze at the shorts which sat underneath the cheer skirt.

"Oi." y/n warns, Jessie giggling as she pressed a cheeky kiss to her girlfriend's cheek. "You behave and I might wear it tonight." y/n grins, winking at Jessie before running over to Amber, leaving Jessie stood in shock.

"You alright Flem?" Someone asked her, patting her on the back.

"I'm the luckiest lady alive." Jessie said, grinning widely as she watched her girlfriend talk to a sophomore who was thinking about joining the cheer team.

"You guys are so cute." Her teammate smiled. "It's gross." She adds. "Come on, debrief." Her teammate adds, before dragging Jessie to the clump of players pitchside.

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[repulsiveliquidation]

We Might As Well Try || Jessie Fleming

summary : you're pretty sure if you tried hard enough, Jessie could somehow put a baby in you. With scientific testing, of course.

warnings : smut. strap on's, fingering, cunnilingus. breeding kink.

“Jessie, look!” you whine, walking past some baby clothes. You turned to see Jessie smiling softly as you picked up the smallest pair of Air Force One’s you’d ever seen.

“Aren’t they the cutest thing?” you sigh, putting them back carefully.

“Not as cute as you, angel,” Jessie said under her breath which you heard, sending a deep blush up your cheeks in the middle of JD. Your fingers grazed all the tiny onesies and little jumpers in the baby section of the store, Jessie following behind you secretly taking a picture of all the pieces you liked.

“I want a baby so bad,” you sighed as you slipped into the passenger seat of her car. You were pouting, sadly putting your seatbelt on.

Jessie on the other hand felt like she was about to combust on the spot. Her heart was racing and her ears were ringing. She felt her hands get clammy and her mind struggling to focus on how to get you home safely without jumping you in the backseat of her car.

You were going on and on about your little nephew who was just about to turn 6 months old. Your sister had just gone back to work permanently and you were more than happy to babysit when she needed since you worked from home.

Every time Jessie came home after training and was met by a mess of toys in her living room and her favorite person playing with her favorite person’s favorite person (she took no offence to not holding the title herself, admitting she was jealous of a baby was “apparently childish,”) she felt her heart almost give out at the thought of the scene in front of her with a child of her own. A little girl that had your eyes or a little boy that had her smile was something she wished she could make happen ASAP.

Jessie sits in the driver’s seat, pondering deeply about how she was going to go about this. She didn’t want to scare you or make you feel uncomfortable. She wanted what she knew you wanted too but her shy nature was holding her back.

Her worrying came to a screeching halt when the next day she saw you holding your nephew in your arms so close. She physically felt her ovaries burst inside of her. She felt her heart erupt in pure affection for you. It was like she was high on drugs.

Later that night in bed, she turned over and gently took the book in your hands away from you. You were about to grumble at her when you looked at her face and saw that she was nervous. Uh oh. That’s not good.

“What is it, Jess?” you asked cautiously, turning over to get more comfortable under the sheets.

“Today, seeing you with Micah,” she pauses, biting her lip.

“Yeah?”

“Iwantababywithyoubutialsowanttoputitinyouandiknowthat’snotpossiblebutwhatharmisthereintrying?”

“You wanna try that again but slow?” you tell her sarcastically, with raised eyebrows.

“I want a baby with you, but I also want to put it in you and I know that’s not possible but what harm is there in trying?” Jessie said in one breath, panting by the end of it.

“Excuse me?”

“Wait, you don’t want kids?” Jessie exclaims, sitting up in bed suddenly. Her face changes and she starts to turn red from embarrassment.

“What, no! Of course I do! It’s just,” you pause, thinking about her ringing request in your head, “that last bit…I think it’s possible.”

It’s Jessie’s turn to raise her eyebrows and look at you like you’ve got three heads and a peanut for a brain.

“That’s not possible.”

“I think it is.”

“I don’t have a dick.”

“You’ve got a plastic dick. It’s in the name, Jessie.”

“Still not possible.”

“I just think people haven’t been trying hard enough.”

“You’re insane.”

“And I want a baby,” you tell Jessie, scooting closer to her, lips pressed right on her ear.

“I want your baby. One you put in me.”

Jessie Fleming was very sure that she had just passed away. Her heart stopped and her brain short-circuited the moment the words left your mouth. She felt her hands move on their own accord, grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of her.

You gasped, settling on top of her with just a nightgown on. Her hands caressed your hips. Her eyes focused on your breasts. Her mind was in the gutter and she could not give a fuck.

“Fuck, her child-bearing hips,” she thought, hands grasping them.

“Those full fucking breasts,” she moaned audibly, biting her bottom lip. You had an idea of her thoughts, grinding gently down on her middle. You were sure if she did have a dick that worked, it would be poking you. But the idea that she had hers on her bedside table, ready to go, for hours and hours on end was far more exciting. Plus it had a person on the other end who wanted to make you feel good and cared more about your pleasure than theirs.

Now that Jessie had her thoughts collected, she threw you off her and pinned you down, hands holding your wrists above your head. She kissed all along your nape and suckled long on your neck, which left your legs trembling and pussy throbbing.  

“I think we might as well try to put a baby in you, shall we? Could be important you know, for science or some shit.”

“…For science?”

“Yes. Now are we going to try or not?”

Jessie’s fingers slipped between your legs, cupping your core gently. She smiled, feeling the wet patch in your underwear. Three of her fingers slowly rubbed wide circles, lips kissing along your nape over the marks she was leaving.

“Do you want me to put a baby in you, sweetheart?”

A deep shiver goes straight down your spine. You’ve never been so turned on in your life, you have to hold yourself back from cumming right then and there.

“Yes, please.”

“Remembered your manners, such a good girl already.”

She gently slipped off the bed, eyes locked into yours. She smiled, rummaging in the bedside table for her harness. You watched eagerly as she slipped it on and pulled out your favorite toy. You grinned and played with your breasts softly, kneading them in your hands and feeling your nipples harden. They poked through your baby blue gown, sensitive as you flicked your finger over them through the fabric.

Jessie’s eyes darken as she looks at you. You bite your lip and turn over, pressing your ass high up. She groans and watches the fabric fall smoothly over your hips. Feeling her eyes on you, you wiggle your way out of your ruined panties, throwing them somewhere in the room.

Jessie’s hands pull your hips close to the edge of the bed, yanking your knees wide open and your pussy exposed. Two fingers slip straight into your wet hole, aimlessly jabbing themselves into you. Your whines muffle into the mattress, Jessie’s fingers curling down into your sweet spot with every alternate push of her fingers. Her tongue slips in to suckle at your clit, feeling it throb on the muscle.

“Is this the pussy I’m gonna fill with a baby, baby?” Jessie coos, caressing your ass softly. You whine, feeling her fingers fill you till the webbing. They feel full, knuckles dragging against the ridges inside you.

“Yes, p-put a baby in me please!”

“It would be my pleasure,” Jessie smirks, pulling her fingers out and slipping her cock straight into you. It’s thick and deep, filling you in ways her fingers could only dream of.   

Jessie threw her brown hair back and grinned, hips thrusting hard and fast into your pussy. There were squelching and slapping sounds that reverberated around the room, turning you both on immensely.

She doesn’t seem to slow down, hips pistoning into your core like there was no tomorrow. Jessie presses your chest down into the bed more, almost standing above you to thrust into your wet pussy. Her knuckles were almost white with how tight she held you in place, muscles rippling in all the right places.

You sputtered and took all that she gave you, head spinning with pleasure as your lover used you in the name of science. You reached back to hold her hand and felt your heart grow fonder when she took it.

She gently moved you onto your back while keeping her cock inside you, lips pressed softly against your nose.

“I love you,” she muttered, kissing you briefly.

“I love you too, Jess,” you tell her, cupping her cheek as you feel her hips begin to speed up again. In this position, she’s able to lift your hips just a tad to get the angle she needs to pound right into your sweet spot.

The spine-tingling squeal you let out at one particular thrust told her all she needed to know.

“There, babygirl?”

“Right fucking there, Jessie!”

You see white and feel your insides knot up before the wave of intense pleasure washes over you.

But Jessie doesn’t stop or slow down like she normally does.

You’re pretty sure she’s speeding up.

“Jessie!”

“Fuck babe,” she pants, thrusting wildly. She looks up at you and you’re sure you’ve never been more in love with her as her next words leave her lips.

“Want me to come in ya?”

Your brain short-circuits and you can almost feel the little people in there scrambling to fix the problem so you can answer her.

“Fuck yes!”  

Five more powerful thrusts and you feel Jessie trembling on top of you. She whines your name as she comes, legs turning to jelly and cock slipping out. She pushes herself off you and you crawl into her side, kissing her jaw softly.

“I think that worked, Jess.”

“We’ll send your mum the ultrasound so she can boast to her book club.”