#if i could get on my knees and worship jesse's badonkadonk i would

[murdertoothpick]

kinktober day 18

cock worship | jesse x fem!reader

warnings: okay this is dirty, vaginal sex, a lot of dirty talk, unprotected sex, hint of possessiveness, hint of feelings, closet sex. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, i wrote this at 9am | w/c: 948 | full kinktober masterlist

Jesse knows he’s a good fuck. He knows that he’s skilled with his tongue, practiced with his fingers, and can bring on orgasm after orgasm like it’s nothing. He knows he’s packing too—not necessarily in comparison to his brothers—but he can tell by the way ladies flock to him at 79’s that he can give it to them better than any of their shabuir of boyfriends. It’s for that reason that Jesse doesn’t feel all that bad when he seeks you out. He needs you, but he’s also gonna make sure he hits the right notes to orchestrate your orgasm and give you what you didn’t know you needed. Naturally.

And Jesse is no stranger to these compliments. He gets them before he takes the person to bed, he gets them during, and once again when they offer to make the night more than just a one night stand. He’s flattered, but he turns them down every time. He stops entirely after he kisses you for the first time. Though technically, it was you that kissed him first, tearing off his bucket as soon as you saw him stepping off the ship that had left close to a week prior, wrapping your arms around him and celebrating the 501st’ newly acquired victory by sealing your lips to his. You knew how popular he was, you’ve heard the rumours, and even as he reciprocated the kiss as if you had given him air after years underwater, you don’t hope for anything more. You don’t ask to be exclusive, but you don’t know that that is exactly what Jesse wants to be by the way his string of one night stands comes to a harsh stop that day.

You don’t know how much of a hold you have over him, and truly, he doesn’t know as much either. That is, until he has you held up against the wall in some supply closet, your legs wrapped tightly around him, and you saying something that almost has his legs giving out under him.

‘Kark,’ you hiss between breathy moans, ‘I love your cock,’ you keen with every one of his thrusts into you. But Jesse pauses momentarily, resuming the rocking of his hips in a much slower pace, one that has you whining in desperation. ‘Jesse—‘

‘Say it again.’

You make eye contact with him this time, repeating your words and squeezing your legs tighter around him in emphasis. He continues the slow grind as he kisses you hotly—before breathing into your lips a ‘Tell me more’ and he’s quickening his pace.

Your mouth falls in a silent ‘O’ as his cock begins to fuck deep into you again, this time in quicker succession. The force of his hips push you up and down the wall. ‘So good’ you slur, chanting with a mix of ‘So deep’s in between. He manages to hear them over your combined moans and breaths, and the slapping of his skin against yours.

Your hands claw at his plastoid covered shoulders, no doubt leaving scratch marks in their wake—ones that Jesse will be more than happy to wear. ‘You’re so - fuck! - big!’ you cry, silently grateful for his strength as he keeps you upright. ‘So thick and long and - holy shit—’

Jesse all but ruts into you, hands gripping your thighs hard enough he’ll probably leave red prints. It only spurs you - and him - on.

‘Oh my god, Jesse,’ you moan. He grunts at the call of his name, and you continue your slurs of praise, mouth running shamelessly, ‘I’d - kriff - get on my knees and suck you off for - shit - hours! - if it meant I could feel you inside me like this for seconds.’

Jesse let’s out a strangled moan, huffing the sound away before he speaks, ‘You don’t know what that’s doing to me.’

You manage a laugh, but it’s cut short by another moan brought by his thrusts. ‘You don’t know,’ you correct him, toes curling behind his back as you’re so close, and if you play your cards right you can make this good for the both of you - not that it ever isn’t. ‘You always fuck me so good,’ you praise, ‘Better than anyone else.’

Jesse grins, clenching his teeth with his physical exertion. ‘You take lots of cock before me, pretty girl?’ he grits.

‘—None as good as yours!’ you cry out, ‘Only want yours, want it to fill me up, Jesse. I want it, wanna be full of your cum, please!’

He needs to ask, ‘Are you s—‘

‘—Safe!’ you yelp in confirmation, dropping your head in a cry, ‘Fuck I’m so close to cumming, can you feel it? I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum and milk your c—‘ You’re cut off immediately as your orgasm rolls over you, along with Jesse’s shout as forces himself as deep as he can go, hitting a spot inside you that you know only he can reach. He spills himself inside, canting and grinding into you to complete your highs.

Your head drops into his shoulder, a delirious smile tugging at your lips from satisfaction. ‘God I love your cock’ you mumble into his neck, dragging your tongue up his neck as if making a claim.

Jesse has to brace himself against the wall, breathing heavily without even considering letting go of you even as you cling to him like a koala does to a tree. Now, he's adamant that if you stay like this long enough he’ll get hard again, and then he can fuck you even better than before and tell you that he’s yours. Every part of him.