#Jessie Fleming imagine

[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.

[flemingsfreckles]

Muscles (18+)

Synopsis: inspired by the middle photo

Warnings: smut! strap on use (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), oral sex (r receiving), dirty talk, teasing, sex against the wall

WC: 7.5k

A/N: I’m just gonna leave this here… I wrote it a while back and decided I should finally share it

“Seriously?”

Pausing mid movement Jessie turns and looks up at you. Her body in a plank position as she halts her exercise. “What?”

“You know what you’re doing.” You cross your arms against your chest, letting out a puff of air as you lean back into the couch.

Jessie’s eyes flash around the room before meeting yours again. “I’m not doing anything.” She sits back onto her knees, rolling her shoulders back a few times.

“Oh, so you just came home sweaty from training, decided to come do pushups in front of me with your arms on display in that training top, for what?”

You had been sitting on the couch when Jessie got home from training, you’d been a little surprised to see her donning the tank top training shirt, she tended to wear the shirt or even jacket no matter the weather. You weren’t about to complain, you loved her arms. But you also knew better than to comment on your appreciation of them, you’d scare her back into a long sleeve shirt for the rest of the season.

She’d planted a quick kiss on your lips before sitting down on the floor in front of you, still sweaty. The two of you chatted for a moment catching each other up on your day before you returned your attention to the book in your lap.

It was then that you noticed Jessie starting to move around. It started with a few stretches, arm circles, rubbing out her shoulders, the movements had caught your eye, but only briefly. It was when you started noticing her up and down movement over the top of your book that you put it down to look at what she was doing. She was doing push ups.

“Just a little extra workout.” Jessie claims but the way she’s looking at you with a small smirk tells you it was for more than just “a little workout”.

“Sure.” You watch as Jessie, still smirking, puts her hands on the ground again, beginning to lift her body. You watch her complete another few push ups, your eyes unable to focus on anything besides her shoulders and biceps, the way they flexed, bulged, and moved with each repetition. It was such a simple thing, her arms but the longer you stared at them, the more you could feel the desire growing in your stomach.

Trying your best to ignore Jessie, you look back to your book, reading sentences over and over, unable to comprehend them with the sight and sound of your girlfriend working out in front of you. Snapping yourself out of your thoughts you slam your book closed, place it on the table and promptly move to the kitchen with a frustrated huff.

“Oh come on babe.” You hear Jessie quickly stand up, her footsteps on the hardwood behind you.

“No, you’re welcome to go workout, but you’re also being a tease.” You sent her a stare.

“I’m not.” Jessie claimed, lying through her smirk.

“You are, you know how I feel about your arms,” Your arms flail gesturing toward her exposed arms, “Putting them on display, that’s teasing me with them.”

“But it doesn’t have to just be a tease.” Jessie smirks, her hands finding your waist and pulling you toward her.

You try to step away from her, but her fingers dig slightly into your hips, you can feel her biceps flexing as she holds you in place. You put a hand on her chest, pushing against her. “Yes it does, because we have dinner plans with my parents in case you forgot.”

You watch as she glances at the microwave, reading the time. “We have time.” She suggests with an eyebrow raise. Leaning forward she places a soft kiss onto your lips.

“No, we don’t.” You argue when she pulls back.

“We do.” Her voice is now a low whisper against your ear as she actively tries to convince you. Her head drops lower as she begins to kiss just under your ear, slowly descending down your neck. Her hands slide down from your hips to your thighs, her fingers gripping your legs tightly before a faint “jump” is mumbled against your neck. You obey, your mind in a trance from the feeling of her lips.

You give a small hop and Jessie’s hands tightly hold your thighs. She holds you in her arms, unassisted for a minute before you wrap your legs around her waist. Taking a few steps she adjusts until you’re against the kitchen counter before she dips her head again allowing her lips to find your neck.

For a moment you almost give in, reveling in the feeling of her lips on your sensitive skin. Her breath, her little satisied moans, her soft whispering all have you convinced, until you remember last time the two of you “had time”.

“No Jess.” It comes out more breathless than you would’ve liked, your hand finds her shoulder and you push her back more firmly. She removes her lips, giving you a disappointed frown. “Don’t blame me, you’re the one who made us late to dinner last time because you thought we had enough time.”

“We did have enough time technically,” Jessie pauses and shrugs, “it was the second round, which I remember someone begging for, that made us late.”

“Well it’s fine when it’s with friends, but I’m not letting my parents know I was late because of sex.” You lean back your hands resting against the cool countertop.

“They know we have sex, we live together.” You sit up, reaching your hand to quickly cover Jessie's mouth.

“Stop.” You remove your hand from her mouth. “Don’t mention our sex life and my parents in the same sentence.”

Jessie lets out a soft giggle, her fingers lightening up on their pressure as she pushes herself back from you slightly. “Fine.”

You plant a quick peck to her nose, licking your lips as you pull away. “You’re lucky you don’t reek, you taste like sweat, you need to shower.”

“Want to find out what else I taste like?” A giant grin breaks on the Canadian’s face as she leans in closer to you.

“Jess, go.” You shove her with one hand before she can kiss you, your other hand points in the direction of your bedroom and adjoined bathroom.

She throws her hands up. “Okay, I’m going, I’m going.” Giving you one last playful eye roll, she turns heading down the hall.

You followed Jessie shortly after into the bedroom, rummaging through the closet to find something to wear. Opting for simple you throw on a simple skirt and top.

You hear the shower stop and seconds later the sight of your girlfriend, towel wrapped around her body, her fingers running through her wet hair appears in the mirror behind you. You can feel her eyes scanning over your body through the mirror.

She comes up behind you, leaning her face down so you can feel her breath along your neck. “You look beautiful.” She whispers before kissing the column of your neck.

“Thank you baby.” You turn around, satisfied with your own appearance.

Jessie’s eyes continue to take in your appearance, slowly dragging from your legs to your face and back down. “I’m so lucky.” The words come out under Jessie’s breath as if it’s a thought that somehow escaped.

“Alright sappy, get dressed, we have to leave soon.” You put your hands on her shoulders, pushing her toward her dresser.

While you’d loved to have stayed home and let Jessie have her way with you, dinner was nice. You couldn’t complain about getting to see your parents, you were lucky to be able to have dinner with them frequently and to bring your girlfriend along.

The four of you ordered, continuing to catch each other up on your lives, Jessie talking with your Dad, you chatting with your Mom.

“Right?” Jessie’s fingers gently touch your forearm, pulling your attention away from the conversation you were having with your mom.

“Hmmm, sorry, what?” You turn to face Jessie, not hearing her initial question.

“Your dad and I were just saying it’s a bit warmer in here than we expected.”

“Oh, I guess.” You give Jessie a unsure look, not knowing why she felt the need to check the temperature with you. Just as you start to turn back to speak to your mom she stands up, her eyes remaining locked on yours as she reaches for her jacket.

Your mouth goes dry, the polite smile drops from your face as you watch Jessie remove her jacket, placing it behind her on the chair. She was doing it on purpose, you knew it. You could feel your cheeks slowly burn, knowing you weren’t going to be able to hide the way you blushed staring at Jessie, more specifically staring at her arms.

The shirt she’d picked out was tight, it was one you loved on her, but in the moment you wish she’d worn anything else. The simple shirt laid perfectly across her shoulders, hugging in all the right places before the short sleeves cuffed tightly around her biceps.

She shot you a sweet smile before returning her attention to your Dad picking up back in their conversation. You Mom has to call your name twice before you hear her over the sound of your mind running through every inappropriate thing you wanted your girlfriend to do to you.

You spend the rest of the evening shifting uncomfortably in your chair trying to ignore the hunger growing in your core. While you were doing everything you can to avoid catching a glimpse of Jessie and her perfectly toned arms, Jessie was making every attempt to put them in front of you. Reaching across for the salt, then for a napkin, leaning over to press her body into yours, teasing you at every moment she got.

By the time you climbed into the passenger seat to head home it felt as if every nerve in your body was on fire. Out of habit Jessie’s hand finds its way to your thigh, resting gently and giving a soft squeeze. “You okay?”

“Fine.” The word is bitter in your mouth, a tone that told Jessie you weren’t fine, you weren’t happy with her. The constant teasing through out the day had left you frustrated, sexually and now just in general.

“You were just a bit quiet at dinner.”

“I’m fine.” You snap back, leaving the two of you in silence for the remainder of the drive home.

When the door closes behind both of you Jessie takes off her jacket, slowly peeling it from her shoulders in the same display that she did at the restaurant.

She winks at you when she notices you watching. Rolling your eyes you let out your frustrations, “Fuck you for wearing that shirt.” The language is harsh but you only partially mean it. “And fuck you for taking the jacket off, it wasn’t that hot out.”

“Oh, come on, you like it.” Jessie runs her hands down her own chest, emphasizing the way it hugged her figure.

“I do, what I don’t like is being teased all day by your muscles.” You take off your shoes, giving them a harsh kick toward the door before storming off.

“Oh, babyyy. I’m so sorry.” The exaggerated pout on Jessie’s feels disingenuous.

“No, you’re not.” You make your way into the living room, sitting back on the same couch where Jessie had started her teasing that afternoon. Following you over, Jessie stands in front of you, bending over to put her face by yours.

“Come on,” she plants a kiss on each of your cheeks, “let me make it up to you.” You watch as she slowly drops to her knees in front of you, her hands finding your knees. She’s looking up at you with a pleading stare, her brown eyes begging you to give in. “Reward my good girl for putting up with my teasing.” Her fingers begin to wander from your knees up your thighs at a painfully slow pace.

You try to remain calm, not give in to Jessie. Keeping a stoic expression on your face, you remained motionless on the couch as Jessie’s fingers continued to move closer and closer to the bottom of your skirt. You kept your arms folded across your chest, staring back at her, fighting your every urge to give in. It would be impossible to hide how she was affecting you, you could already feel your breathing quicken at the gentle touch of her fingertips.

“Please.” Jessie politely begs as the soft pads of her fingers just barely disappeared under the fabric of your skirt, she pauses them, waiting to go further until she has your permission.

You wanted to tease her back, make her wait, not let her get the satisfaction of seeing how worked up she had gotten you. You close your eyes for a minute and you think you’ll maybe be able to resist, but when you open your eyes you’re met with Jessie’s lust filled eyes, her bottom lip pulled tightly between her teeth. You wanted to resist, but you couldn’t resist her when she was on her knees begging. “Please, let me make it up to you.” She repeats with a kiss to each knee, her eyes never leaving yours.

You also couldn’t deny yourself. You’d been eager to have her pleasing you since she had lifted you onto the kitchen counter, and again when she had taken her jacket off at dinner, and when she reached across you to pass your mom the salt. So instead of denying her, making her wait, making her sit in the bed she had made, you nod down at her.

Jessie’s eyes light up as she watches your head nod. Her fingers immediately find the waist of your panties under your skirt. “Yeah?” She pauses for a moment waiting for second confirmation.

Nodding again you give her permission. “Make it up to me.”

At your word, Jessie’s fingers begin pulling the fabric, when they don’t slide down your legs she looks up to you again. Despite being the teaser all day it’s now her who looks desperate. You lift your hips and she swiftly pulls the fabric down your thighs.

“Oh, someone’s been waiting so patiently.” Jessie says, staring at the notable wet spot on the fabric. You just let out a grumble, sick of her teasing, reaching out and putting your hand firmly on the back of her head, pulling her between your legs.

She lets you guide your face to where you sat dripping waiting for her. Only giving a quick kiss to your core before pulling slightly back. Her hands find the bottom of your thighs, gripping them slightly before pulling you toward the end of the couch, giving her better access. She spreads your thighs, using her strength to keep them open. “You’re soaked.”

“Thanks Captain Obvious.” You respond with a slight roll of your eyes and a straight faced expression. If she kept up with her teasing much longer you were prepared to shove her away and make use of the toys in your bedroom.

“All mine, this pussy is all mine.” She whispers, hardly acknowledging your frustration. Her tongue traces her lips, wetting them before she softly kisses the crease of your inner thigh, so close to where you needed her.

“Maybe you need to prove it, just staring at it doesn’t make it yours.” You squint down at her, despite already being in a compromising position, you didn’t care, may as well edge her on more.

If Jessie had ignored your previous side comments, that one certainly got her attention. You felt her fingertips dig into your thighs and she shot a glare up at you. “It’s mine.” Her teasing demeanor is gone, she’s now serious. “I’m the one who gets to touch and taste it. I’m the one who gets to fuck it. I’m the one who makes it drip.” She emphasizes her point by bringing a finger to your entrance, coating her finger in your arousal and holding it up to you. “It’s mine.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, as if time stops, you’re both silent, and then she gives in. Her face dipping under the fabric of your skirt and you feel her breath on you before the feeling of her tongue and lips.

The heat is the first thing you feel, the warmth of her tongue and mouth, hot and wet along your arousal. Your hand remains on the back of her head, no longer pushing but resting as she works, a satisfied rumble coming from her chest as she gets her first direct taste of you.

Her tongue starts soft, running over your lips, without purpose. It’s as if she’s exploring you for the first time. She briefly catches her tongue on your clit before moving away. Your hips chase her tongue, shifting, trying to put her where you want her. Your free hand is clenched tightly on the throw pillow next to you, the grip on her hair increasing in strength with every moment she doesn’t focus on your clit.

“Babe.” You whine when she still doesn’t give in to your instructions, her tongue continuing to flirt around the nerves you so badly needed her to focus on. “Please.”

You toss your head back into the couch cushions as she finally gives in to you, her soft lips sealing around your clit, giving it slow and gentle licks. “Right there Jess.” Her name comes out of your mouth like a sigh of relief.

You can already tell you won’t last long, between the full day of rising tension and lust, her tongue and lips doing exactly the right things to you, it would only be a few minutes before you came crashing down.

Jessie knew that too. She couldn’t even see you from under your skirt but she knew your body, she knew the signs you were getting close. It was in the way your hips gently rocked into her mouth, how your grip in her hair would tighten then relax only to tighten again shortly after. She could hear it in your moans that began to fade into whines, how your breathing was becoming audible to her, she had you exactly where she wanted you.

A telling whine made its way through your lips and you felt Jessie lift your skirt off of her head, pushing it up toward your stomach, allowing her to make eye contact with you. It’s a deep gaze, her brown eyes looking up at you, heavy with desire.

“I’m going cum.” You’re able to squeak out the words and with the slight nod of her head, Jessie gives you confirmation to let go, to fall apart on her tongue.

Your orgasm washes over you quickly, your eyes slamming shut as you throw your head back into the couch. Your thighs fight to close around Jessie’s head, her hands keeping them from shutting. Jessie doesn’t slow much, her tongue continuing to flick despite your writhing below her. Her hair was being tightly held between your fingers as you fought yourself between wanting to push her away and also pull her incredibly close.

One of your hands moves to her forehead, pushing hard. “Fuck, fuck, Jess, too much.” With your word Jessie pulls her mouth off of you with a slight pop.

You take a deep breath, steadying your breathing for a minute. When you lift your head back up and open your eyes she’s already staring at you. She looks from you, down between your still spread legs and you watch as a smug grin grows on her face. Feeling small under her gaze you go to close your legs only to be met with the same resistance of her hands, holding you open and on display for her.

“So…” she starts, staring at your core for another minute before lifting her gaze back to your face. “does the cum on the couch, from the orgasm I just gave you prove that you and your pussy are mine, or maybe the fact that my face is covered in your cum?”

You cross your arms across your chest, rolling your eyes at her once again. “Sure.”

“You don’t seem too convinced.” Jessie stands up from where she had been kneeling before you. She leans down her arms wrapping around your midsection. “I can fix that.”

With a gentle pull, and a small yelp from you, Jessie picks you up nearly effortlessly, tossing you over her shoulder, one hand resting on your back, the other on your ass, holding you steady. She marches the two of you down the hall, turning into your bedroom.

In a gentle toss, you land on your back on the mattress, staring up at Jessie as she pulls her shirt off, leaving her torso and shoulders on display to you. You quickly do the same, just as you finish removing your shirt Jessie’s hands are on your skirt pulling it down and off of you.

Sitting up your hands reach out toward her shoulders, you run your fingers over the tight muscles, dragging downward toward her biceps, taking a second to circle her tattoo with the pad of your thumb. “I love you, I love your arms. You’re so hot.”

Rolling her eyes, Jessie pushes your hands off her arms, taking both of your wrists into her left hand. Her right hand pushes softly at the middle of your chest, putting you on your back.

Jessie wastes no more time before diving back in. Your only moment to relax was the short walk from the couch to the bed. you were still sensitive, the sensation causing you to squirm below her. Her right hand holds firm on your hip as her left hand is still clasped around both of your wrists, holding them to your stomach.

Her tongue immediately returns to the nerves that had you falling apart on the couch. Nothing but a whine is able to come from your throat at the suddenly overwhelming stimulation. Your hands try to grab at her, twisting in her grip that she only tightens, reminding you of the strength her arms and hands posses.

When your hips start to lift from the bed, Jessie’s hand quickly releases yours, both of her palms now coming to your hips, gently resting there. The next time you attempt to grind into her mouth, the grip on your hands is no longer gentle, instead she holds you firmly to the mattress, resulting in a frustrated whine leaving your mouth.

“Jess, fuck.” Your hips bucked now trying to pull away from her tongue. “I can’t.” Your hands are threaded in her hair, tugging in hopes she’ll let up, for even a moment to catch your breath.

You get your moment to breathe when Jessie pulls her mouth off of your core. “You can, I know you can, you’ve done it before.” She encourages before returning to please and also torture you.

You feel like your body is on fire, you’re too hot, almost uncomfortable to a degree, but also you can’t ask her to stop. It felt too good, too much, you could barely form a thought let alone utter words. All that you managed were small cries.

“Breathe, baby.” Jessie reminds you quickly. You hadn’t been able to control your breathing since she started, you could feel how fast your chest was rising, only more noticeable as Jessie placed her hand in the middle of your chest.

Trying to focus on your breathing was harder than it seemed, all your attention being drawn to Jessie’s mouth on you. You quickly had even more occupying your brain as Jessie’s right hand left your hip and found its way between your thighs. Her fingers drag through your slick before she slowly pushes two of them inside.

Two fingers wasn’t new to you, Jessie would often use three, or her strap, but suddenly two fingers made you feel so full. You could feel her slight curl with each thrust, pushing against you in the most satisfying way. A deep groan rose in your chest and you could feel Jessie smirk against you as it echoed in your bedroom.

Between the slow but powerful drag of her fingers inside of you and her tongue’s delicate circles, you weren’t able to hold on. Your orgasm came almost as a surprise, building so suddenly and then crashing upon you hard.

Both of your hands reached for her head, your grip once again tights in her hair, you felt Jessie moan against you in response, only adding to your stimulation. The wave of heat and pleasure raced through your whole body, you clamped down tightly around her fingers, pulsing as she continued to thrust up into you. Your breath caught in your throat as she worked you down, pulling off only when your hands pushed her away.

She slowly retreated her fingers, you could hear how wet she’d made you and you got even more proof when Jessie pulled back, her chin and lips covered in your cum. Making eye contact with you she slipped her fingers into her mouth, making a show of cleaning them off while moaning in appreciation at the taste of you.

Your hands come to cover your face, softly rubbing your skin, moving the baby hairs off of your slightly sweaty skin. “Fuck.”

“You okay?” Looking up from between your legs, Jessie smiles as she asks. Her hand still resting in the middle of your chest draws lazy circles on your skin, helping your breathing settle back to a normal pace.

“What do you think?” Jessie just shrugs. “Jess, that was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.” It was, Jessie satisfied you regularly, but something about two orgasms after a full day of teasing ranked it near the top of the best sex you’d had.

You reach out, your hands finding either side of Jessie’s face and you pull her onto you. You wanted her lips on yours, despite all the sex you’d hardly kissed her. She obliged, slowly kissing you, her tongue running along your lips, soft bites and tugs to your bottom lip. Your legs wrap around her waist, holding her there. It felt like you could kiss her forever, just like this, naked underneath her.

“I love you.” You whisper before placing a few more kisses to her lips.

She returned the proclamation. “I love you.” Giving you one final deep kiss before pulling her lips off yours.

“Nooo, stay.” You whine and reach out trying to get a hold of Jessie as she lifts her body up her hands reaching to unlatch your legs from her waist as she moves away from you.

She lets out a small laugh, “Oh baby, did you actually think I was done? I’m not done with you.” She moves to her dresser, bending down to open the bottom drawer, the drawer filled with toys. It’s only a moment later when Jessie comes back to you, now sporting a harness around her thighs and hips. “Just needed to get this.” She emphasizes her words by gently stroking the strap.

You loved the sights of her wearing the strap. You’d both been unsure the first few attempts with it, but the more you tried the more comfortable you both became with it and now you loved it. Jessie loved getting to thrust into you, watching the way your body would bounce with the force, she loved watching you stretch around the toy, just for her. Most of all she loved watching you cum on her strap, she loved it so much she was convinced she could feel it sometimes.

You equally loved the toy, feeling so full of your girlfriend, letting her take control, but what you loved was watching Jessie’s brain melt as you rode her, putting on a show every time you did, and when you did it right, grinding on her perfectly, you could make her cum.

The sight of Jessie, her stomach, arms, and shoulders on display for you as she slowly stroked the strap, was one you wanted to commit to memory, so you stared. You watched her so closely before having an idea. “Can I do something first?”

“Sure, what?”

Before Jessie has a chance to react you hop up from the bed, your arms firmly against her shoulders. You shove her backward, her first step back is clumsy but she catches herself and continues to walk back until you have her against the wall.

“What are you-” Jessie starts to question. “Oh.” The faint whisper comes out of Jessie’s lips when you drop to your knees in front of her. Her eyes widen at the sight of you below her. You bring one hand to her thigh, the other gripping the base of the toy.

“I’m going to suck your dick Jessie.” Looking at the toy in your hand and then up to her, she nods eagerly.

Slowly, dragging out the performance, you bring your lips to touch the tip of the toy. This wasn’t something new, you on your knees for Jessie, but it wasn’t something you did often for her, it was a treat.

Keeping eye contact with her, you stick your tongue out, letting it slowly circle the top of the toy before taking more of it into your mouth. Jessie’s eyes flutter close and her head drops back against the wall for a moment. “Fuck.” At her sides her fists clench tightly before releasing and clenching again.

It’s not long that Jessie lifts her head back to look at you, one hand gently gathering your hair into a ponytail. She doesn’t push your head, instead her hand just moves along with the pace you’ve set. The presence of her hand is nice, it’s not forceful, but a reminder that she was yours and you were hers.

“You look beautiful.” Jessie says, her head shaking slightly as she watches you continue to move along her strap. Momentarily you think of the irony of her calling you beautiful earlier that day in the mirror and again now as you kneeled in front of her sucking her strap. Same words, slightly different underlying meaning.

You refuse to take your eyes off of hers, you loved the way she looked down on you. A mix of desire in her eyes as well as appreciation as she took in the sight of you.

Wanting to fully tease Jessie, you pulled the toy into your mouth letting the tip reach the back of your throat. You could feel her grip in your hair tightening, her lips slightly parted as she watched. You repeated the motion, taking her as far into your mouth as you comfortably could, your eyes watering slightly.

You feel Jessie thrust, it's not rough, but there’s a definite jerk of her hips, while her hand remains firm on the back of your head. The movement pushes the toy a little further in causing you to slightly gag.

You watch as Jessie’s eyes go from dumbfounded at the sight and sounds of you taking her deeper before they widen and she’s pulling her hand off your head. “Oh, sorry!”

You pull off the toy, letting a string of saliva connect your lips to it for a moment before it breaks. You look up at Jessie who is looking less confident than she had all night. She looks nervous, like you’re going to lay into her. Instead you tease her.

“Impatient are we?”

“A bit, but I didn’t mean to do that. It’s just, you looked so good, so pretty, and it felt good, I got overwhelmed and I just, I don’t know.” Her cheeks blush slightly as she tries to explain herself to you.

“It’s okay. It was hot. Unexpected, but hot.”

Jessie gives you a slightly forced smile, unsure of herself in what to say next. You knew her well enough, you could practically see her brain scrambling trying to figure out where to go from here, you also knew probably half of her brain was still replaying the image of you sucking her strap, preventing her thoughts from being clear.

“So are you going to fuck me, or just stand there?”

Jessie bent down, lifting you up to your feet so you were eye to eye for a few seconds before she put her hands on your hips and spun you. She then walked you, hands pushing on your hips toward the bed, bending you over when the mattress came in contact with your stomach.

Not saying much Jessie’s hands found their way to your ass. One hand kneading gently into the muscle, her other hand finding its way between your legs. Her fingers stroke through your core. She lets out a satisfied hum, feeling how wet you still were. She removes her fingers, replacing the feeling with the blunt tip of the strap.

You both let out a satisfied moan when she finally pushes forward, the toy easily sliding in with the mixture of your arousal and saliva. She took it easy on you, a few slow thrusts pulling out to the tip before pushing in until her hips met your ass.

Her pace slowly picked up, the sound of her hips against your ass, the front of her thighs slapping the back of yours, all mixed with the grunts from her mouth and the whines from yours filled the room.

The feeling of her filling you from behind was perfect. Each thrust was forceful and deep, you could feel her in your stomach. Your body jolted along the bed, the mattress and bed frame shifting with you as she relentlessly pounded into you. Both of your hands gripped the bedsheet so hard your knuckles were white, but it was all you could do to ground yourself.

“You look so good.” Jessie praised you over and over as she had her way with you.

She pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and clenching around nothing. Using her hands she spread your cheeks slightly, you turned back to watch as she stared between your legs, an expression of awe across her face. “Just dripping for me. Gosh I love you.” She looked back, locking eyes with you. “Flip over baby.”

You begin to move, Jessie helping move your legs and adjusting you to the edge of the bed once again. She pulled your legs around her, hooking your ankles behind her back. Her hand fumbles between you before she places the toy at your entrance, slowly pushing back into you.

A sigh leaves your lips, the feeling of her filling you again feels right. She was made to be in you. Instead of returning to the rough thrusts, Jessie takes a more methodical approach. Each thrust is slow, dragging satisfactorily along your walls, letting you feel each inch of her cock. When she was fully sheathed inside of you, she’d give a couple grinds, the harness bumping into your clit, giving you small waves of further pleasure. You also knew the grinding was stimulating her too, the way she’d bite her lip, her breath would pick up slightly before she’d go back to a few soft thrusts.

She repeated this pattern, keeping you squirming beneath her. She’d give you just enough pleasure to build your orgasm but not enough to bring you to the edge. You could tell she was doing the same to herself. Grinding into you until she got close, then pulling back out. Teasing herself just as she had teased you all day.

You notice Jessie’s eyes flirt around the room while she continues gently grinding into you. Her eyes stall for a moment before she pushes herself up. She kisses along your neck as her lips find your ear, she gives a soft swipe along the shell with her tongue before whispering, “Can we try something new?”

“What?” You were hesitant, it wasn’t always like Jessie to suggest something new in the bedroom. She wasn’t vanilla per say but Jessie was thorough and a planner. She liked to bring up trying something new over dinner, or while you sat and watched tv, it gave her time to discuss it, think it through. This was heat of the moment.

“Do you trust me?”

You almost scoff at the silly question. “Of course I trust you.” You’d always trusted Jessie, she’d never given you a reason not to. You also knew her, she’d never do anything to hurt you, she protected you.

With one final peck to your lips, Jessie pushes herself up, her strap still buried deep inside of you, her hands find your ankles that were hooked around her hips. Giving each ankle a small squeeze and tug on them, you get the idea and allow her to move your legs. Slowly lifting your legs Jessie hooks her arms into the bend of your knee. Gently she leans back down, pushing your knees toward your chest, her hands wrapping around and finding your back.

“You okay?” Her gaze crosses your face for signs of discomfort.

It was a newer sensation, the strap somehow impossibly deeper inside of you at the new angle, you could practically feel her in your stomach. But it was good, feeling her so deep inside of you filling you more than ever. “Yeah, it’s good, deep, but good.”

“Put your arms around my neck.”

You feel Jessie’s entire body tense around you, her hands gripping your back as she slowly lifts you from the bed. Her arms hooked under your knees allows her strap to stay inside of you as she slowly walks a few paces across the room.

For a moment you’re too confused to register what was happening. But you quickly snap into reality as you bounce ever so slightly on her strap as she steps across the room. “Oh my god Jess, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“Shhh.” Jessie hushes you as your back comes into contact with the wall behind you, aiding in the stabilization of the two of you. “It’s okay.”

That’s when you notice it, the way her biceps and shoulders were tight, her muscle definition fully on display for you. “Are you going to fuck me against the wall?”

You notice the question causes Jessie’s smile to drop a bit. “Only if you’re okay with it? I was going to try.” Her eyes scan your face waiting for an answer.

“I’m definitely okay with it.” You release one hand from where it hung around her neck, letting your fingers slowly trace along her tense bicep muscle. “You’re such a show off.” You flash her a teasing smile.

“Only for you.” She leans in kissing you before beginning to pull her hips back until just the tip of the toy was inside of you. “Only a show off for my girl.” Emphasizing her declaration of commitment to you Jessie pushes back into you before beginning to thrust more rapidly.

As her thrusting picks up, the heat in your stomach that had briefly subsided begins to build back up. “Fuck, Jess.” You breathlessly whine.

You weren’t sure if it was the new position, how deep she was able to thrust into you, or maybe it was the way you could see Jessie’s every muscle straining to fuck harder and harder into you. Maybe it was the way her breath was hot on your neck, how you could hear her every groan and whine. Maybe it was how you could tell she was getting off in this position as well.

Jessie groans in response to hearing you whine her name over and over, tucking her head into your neck. “You sound so good baby.” Following her words up she let her teeth graze along your neck.

“Jess, fuck.” You take a breath, trying to clear your thoughts enough to make a sentence. “I’m close.”

Nodding into your neck she encourages you along. “I want you to cum for me, show me how good it feels.”

“So good Jess, so fucking good.” You felt your muscles tighten, sitting on the edge as Jessie continued her thrusts, her hips snapping up against yours. Every thrust felt like it was setting you on fire, your whole body tingling as you were waiting to be sent over the edge. It was second later that you did. Your head falling back hard, you let out an incoherent noise, a mix between a scream and a moan as you clenched tightly around Jessie’s strap, pulsing with each thrust.

Your nails dug in hard to Jessie’s arms, likely leaving behind tiny marks along her skin. The feeling of her tight muscles beneath your fingertips serving as a reminder of what got you into this situation in the first place. Her arms. Waves of pleasure swept through your body, exhausting you in every way, leaving you breathless and thoughtless as you came back down from your third orgasm of the night.

Blinking a few times and taking a deep breath you tilted your head back down to look at your girlfriend who was sporting a rather smug smile. She releases one of your legs, letting your foot reach the floor as her hand comes to brush the hair out of your face. Her hips continue to thrust upward, its slow and soothing after the high of your orgasm, not yet overwhelming you.

You’d been with Jessie long enough and had enough sex to know when she was close. You could see it in her expression, her quick blinking, her rosy cheeks, the way her tongue continued to wet her lips. She was close, you knew it. She has been getting herself worked up this whole time, only to stop because you had came.

“Are you close?” You whisper to her as you feel her thrusts begin to slow down as she tries to avoid overstimulating you. Jessie was far from selfish, especially during sex, she’d make sure you’d been satisfied, often multiple times, before ever even considering getting an orgasm herself.

“Mhmm.” It’s a soft whine, her head nodding, her eyes are closed. She confirms what you already knew. You also knew you’d have to encourage her, she wasn’t going to use you to get off unless you asked, unless you told her.

“Take it, I want you to fuck me until you cum. Take what you need.” You see her eyes pinch closed tighter at your words, her eyebrows pinching together. She waits, as if she’s debating her choices but only a minute later you feel the drag of the strap inside of you again. “That’s it baby, take it. It’s your pussy after all.” You tease.

Jessie groans, letting her head fall back into your neck. Her hands now holding your ass firmly, one of your legs on the ground, the other still looped over Jessie’s arm held up against the wall. She softly curses to herself, her words muffled into your skin as her movements become quicker.

You couldn’t help but let out a yelp with every thrust, each one jolting your whole body with force. Jessie’s thrusts are rough and quick. Plunging all the way into you before pulling out just to the tip, then back in. That’s how you know she’s on the edge, her precise, equal thrusts become shallow and sloppy. She whines, her head dropping back into your shoulder, this time her lips on your shoulder.

You run a hand through the back of her head, holding her, whines coming out of your own mouth as she uses you. You loved watching her chase her high, you loved how she sounded. “Cum for me baby.” Your nails gently scratched at the back of her neck as she gave a few last thrusts upward. A deep groan comes from her which is quickly muffled by the sharp feeling of her teeth on your collarbone. Her whole body tenses and she gives one final thrust impossibly deep into you.

When she releases her mouth she’s breathless. You take a glance at your shoulder, seeing the bright red bite she’s left in the wake of her orgasm. You turn to teasingly scold her for the mark but when your eyes meet hers you can’t help but giggle at your situation.

“I cannot believe you just fucked me against the wall. God you’re such a show off.” You say with a teasing smile and laugh.

“But you liked it.” She’s smug for a second and then you can practically watch the self doubt creep into her mind. “Right?”

Grabbing her blushing cheeks you give her a quick peck. “Seriously Jessie.” You roll your eyes at her affectionately. “I loved it, I love when you get confident. It’s sexy. And I love those arms.”

[thirstywoso]

MILE HIGH - Jessie Fleming x Reader (18+)

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

Synopsis: Jessie and you go on your honeymoon

W/C: 2.2k

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

MDNI 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You groan closing your eyes and rolling your hips back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Open" she demands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck Jess, put a baby in me"

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

"Show everyone I'm yours"

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

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

"Shit"

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

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

"Oh"

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

"You do?"

"I do" you confirm

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

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

"So would I" she says full of sincerity

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fill me up with your babies Jess"

"Make me such a good mommy"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessie caught you and stood up kissing you gently

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

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

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

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

[alotofpockets]

Dress to impress | Jessie Fleming x Ucla!Reader

5k celebration prompt: "Only bought this dress so you could take it off."

Warnings: alcohol consumption, and slightly suggestive at the end

Woso masterlist | Words: 2k

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There were only four minutes of stoppage time left to play in the NCAA Women's College Cup. UCLA Bruins versus Stanford Cardinals, with a dead even score since the first half. Both teams had been fighting hard to get the winning goal. 

Your legs were killing you, but you kept pushing because you did not want to go into extra time. The full 90 minutes had been so high speed that you didn’t think you’d be able to keep running another 30 minutes. 

Time was ticking down as both teams fought for the ball in the midfield. Then in a split second Jessie was able to turn away with the ball, and looked up to find you, sending a long ball your way over Stanford’s back line.

With a new found source of energy you sprinted to reach the ball before the defender did. Somehow you managed to be quicker than her, kicking the ball ahead of you and continuing your run. Two other defenders came rushing in, but you noticed in time. Cutting back and looking up for just a second. 

You strike the ball with power, watching as it soars toward the top corner. Time slows. The Stanford goalkeeper stretches desperately, fingertips grazing the air, but it’s not enough. The ball hits the back of the net, and your hands fly in the air.

In celebration you turn around to point to Jessie who was already running your way. She jumps into your arms, followed by the rest of your teammates joining in on the celebratory huddle.

Play starts again, but shortly after Stanford kicks off, the final whistle is blown. Signaling that you had won the cup. Within a second all of your teammates were around you again, you had scored the winning goal and they were going to celebrate that big time.

In all the chaos Jessie finds you again, and hugs you tight. Her sweaty jersey sticking to yours, but you don’t even notice. “We did it!” You say full of excitement. Jessie smiles, “You did it.” 

You shake your head, “Couldn’t have scored that without your assist, Fleming.” Her arms were still around you and your heart was pounding out of your chest. Sure some of that was from running around on the pitch, but her arm around you was adding an extra layer to it.

Before you can think too much of that though, Kelsey jumps onto your back, nearly tipping you over. “Champions, baby!” She shouts over everyone. 

The celebration with your teammates continues. You were taking it all in, the biggest tournament at college level, and you had won it with your team.

Once you got on the bus to head back home, you were barely able to keep your eyes open. You were exhausted, so it was to no surprise that your eyes fell shut moments after the bus started moving. Not even realising that your head fell onto Jessie’s shoulder. 

Jessie shifted a little, getting comfortable and letting you sleep. Kelsey who was sitting across from you smirks and snaps a quick picture. When Jessie glances at her, confused, Kelsey just wiggles her eyebrows. Jessie shakes her head with a laugh, but she doesn’t move away.

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When you got back Jessie gently woke you up. “Hey, we made it back?” You lift your head up and look around you confused. Had you slept the whole drive? You looked out the window and indeed saw you had arrived back on campus. “Sorry for falling asleep on you, you should’ve woken me up.” Your cheeks redden slightly. Jessie shakes her head with a smile, “You’re good." 

“Come on, sleepy head, let’s get back to our dorm.” Kelsey says as she gets up. “Right, see you later Fleming.” You hurriedly get up, hoping to not embarrass yourself more. But Jessie stops you, “Wait up.” 

You turn around slowly, hoping she won’t say anything to make you even more flustered than you already were. “Will I see you at the Phi Psi party tomorrow?” You smiled at her, “Yeah, I’ll see you there.”

Then you turned around again and followed Kelsey out of the bus. “I thought you weren’t going to the party?” She asked you, full of amusement since you had declined her invite just a couple of days ago. “Can a girl change her mind?” 

Kelsey laughed as you walked towards your dorms. “Yeah, a girl can change her mind, but you don’t just change your mind. Something made you.” You rolled your eyes at her, really not interested in having this conversation, but knowing Kelsey, she wouldn’t drop it that easily.

“Actually, scratch that,” As you figured, she continued on. “Someone made you.” You shrugged and opened your dorm room. “Maybe I just decided it sounded fun.” 

Kelsey plopped down onto her bed, eying you with a knowing smirk. “Two days ago you said, and I quote, ‘Frat parties are always sweaty, crowded, and full of drunk dudes who don’t understand personal space.’ But now you’re suddenly into it?”

You turned away from her, aimlessly digging around in your backpack, “I just changed my mind.” Kelsey sat up, fully looking through your lies. “Jessie asked if you were going.”

“So?” You answered a little too quickly. “God, you really think I didn’t figure it out? You talk about her non-stop.” Had you really been that obvious? It didn’t matter right now, you wanted to end this conversation, so you grabbed your stuff to head to the bathroom and walked out of the room.

When you got back Kelsey still had an amused smile on her face. “You’re so gone for her.” You didn’t even look at her, knowing exactly what her face looked like right now. “Goodnight, Kels.”

The next morning you were emptying your closet, trying to find a good outfit for tonight. None of the clothes you owned seemed to be good enough, and you let out a frustrated sigh as you threw the last item you owned onto the ground.

Kelsey walked back into the room at the same moment the last item fell to the ground. “Oh my god, what happened in here?” She looked around at, most of the room covered in your clothes. “I have nothing to wear for tonight.” You say with another sigh.

“It’s okay, we are going shopping. You have to dress to impress.” You protest, “I don’t need to go shopping.” Kelsey looked around the room again. “Yes, you do. You need a dress that’ll make Jessie lose her damn mind,” Kelsey insists, dragging you out the door. “And for the record, I will not be spending the night in our dorm. Just saying.” You groan, but you let her pull you along.

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The Phi Psi party is in full swing when you and Kelsey arrive. Music is blaring, alcohol is passed all around, and the house is filled with partying people. Your new dress hugs you in all the right places, and you can’t help but feel your confidence grow as you feel everyone’s eyes linger on your body. 

One pair of eyes jumps out from the rest though. Jessie’s eyes are on you from across the room, she’s staring at you while some other girl is talking to her. “I told you this was the one.” Kelsey tells you and drags you to the bar to get some drinks. 

When you got back, and looked to where Jessie had been standing, she was nowhere to be found. You looked over to Kelsey nervously. “Relax girl, she’ll come to you. You saw the way she looked at you. Let’s go have some fun.”

Kelsey was right, after a few drinks, Jessie made your way over to you and Kelsey. “Hey.” She said looking at just you, and Kelsey has to keep in a chuckle not to ruin the moment. “Hi.” The two of you stay silent after, so Kelsey steps in. “The beer pong is open, come on.”

She drags the both of you to the table and searches the crowd for a fourth player. “Micah, come join us!” She yelled to your goalkeeper. “Alright, you and me versus Jess and Teagan.” Kelsey announced. “Trust me.” She whispered into your ear.

At first you didn’t understand when she said trust me, but then you realised Jessie’s eyes kept moving up and down your body. Clearly she was distracted, missing most of her shots. Luckily for her Teagan was actually doing pretty well, so all of you had to take quite a few of the shots, before Kelsey won you the game. “Let’s go! Drink up Fleming.” 

Jessie drinks up the contents of the last cup and congratulates the both of you on a good game. With Jessie there, Kelsey sees it as her moment to head off, leaving the two of you to it. 

“Can I grab you another drink?” Jessie asks and you nod, “Yes please.” The alcohol in your system was definitely helping you gain confidence, and you knew you were going to need more of that right now.

Jessie made her way over to the bar and right away a frat boy approached you. “I’ve been waiting all evening to get you alone. You look absolutely incredible.” He looks you up and down, stepping closer than you would like, but you can’t step back because the beer pong table was there. 

He reaches out his hand to touch your waist, but before you can react, Jessie steps between you and him. Two drinks in her hands and her jaw clenched. “She’s not interested.” She says firmly.

The guy looks between you and Jessie, scoffing as he lifts his hands. “Relax, I was just being friendly.”

“Go be friendly somewhere else.” Jessie says sharply. He glares at her for a moment before turning around and disappearing into the crowd.

Jessie turns around, concern etched onto her face. Your heart was racing. Jessie was close, there hadn’t been much room between you and the guy, so even less room now between you and her. 

“Are you okay?” She asks, her voice softer now. You nod with a smile, “Yeah I am, and that was kinda hot.” Jessie blinks, caught off guard by your boldness, her cheeks turning a dark shade of red. 

You hadn’t meant to say the last part out loud, but her reaction made you grateful that you had. The smirk coming onto her face as she slightly tilted her head, made your head spin. “Yeah?” She asks as she hands you your drink.

You take a quick sip before saying, “Yeah. Thank you.” Jessie follows your lead and takes a sip as well. “Of course, anytime.” 

“Come on, let’s dance.” Jessie says with her hand held out to you. You don’t hesitate and let her guide you towards the makeshift dance floor filled with people.

The heavy bass of the music vibrates through you as Jessie pulls you in, her hands resting on your waist. Your arms instinctively loop around her neck, pulling her even closer. The world around you fades away as you move together, your bodies pressed against each other as you move to the beat.

You wonder if Jessie can feel the way your heart is pounding out of your chest as you feel her hands move slightly lower. When you look at her, there is something dark and unreadable in her eyes, which makes your stomach flip.

She leans in to tell you something. “You look incredible tonight.” The feeling of her warm breath on your neck gives you a newfound confidence. “I only bought this dress so you could take it off."

Jessie stops moving to the music instantly, her lips slightly parted in surprise, but then you see her smirk grow. She pulls you closer again, and crashes her lips onto yours. You tangle your hands into her hair and deepen the kiss. 

The people around you all disappear. There is only Jessie, and the faint taste of beer on her lips. When she finally pulls back, her forehead rests against yours, “Wanna get out of here?” You nod without hesitation, taking her hand and leading her out of the crowded house. 

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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.”

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙶

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

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jessie fleming x female reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fags honestly."

"Lesbos."

"Can I watch?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Look forward to it." She nods.

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goodbye gift n.c x reader x j.f

plot: You and Jessie are both leaving Chelsea, leaving Niamh and you all have some unfinished business you need to take care of

warnings: smut, threesome,

a/n: this was written and almost done and I was actually proud of it and then tumblr DELETED IT

January was a hard month for the Chelsea team.

Jessie had announced her departure for the NWSL almost immediately after the Christmas break, Portland thorns offering her a ground breaking offer.

A week later you announced that you were leaving for Barcelona, your contract was up and they wanted you, you accepted.

Chelsea were losing two key midfielders, you were both leaving the team, leaving Niamh.

You were sitting with your national teammate Sam in the physio room, she had done her ACL and you were eating your lunch whilst sitting on the table with her.

Sam decided to wait until her physio left to back your leg “Ow! Sam what the fuck!” You yelled, rubbing your leg.

“I wanted to know if you and Jessie have finally done it, since your both leaving, get rid of that sexual tension”

You rose your eyebrows “first of all, we do not have sexual tension, second of all not that it’s any of your business but no we have not”

“Well why not?” Sam said and you rolled your eyes “well because we don’t have sexual tension” you said and the fellow Australian gave you a pointed look.

“And I have a healthy knee”

Sam pointed at you “cmon we all saw you two at the last continental cup after we all went out”

It was true.

The whole team had gone out to a club to forget about your loss to Arsenal, you and Jessie had been closer than usual, having both been together the entire game as midfielders.

“We didn’t sleep together that night” you told Sam who snorted “ya should’ve”

Looking back on it you smiled, remembering the feelings of Jessie’s hands on your waist as you danced.

“Just remember you only have one week left”

Niamh was sat on Millie’s kitchen bench, eating pasta that her fiancé made “so when are you going to do it?” Millie asked her and she furrowed her brows “do what?”

“Make a move on y/n before she’s gone, I know you guys went for it at a team meeting”

Niamh shot her head up “how did you know that?”

Millie smirked “you both were gonna for about ten minutes so I just assumed”

“So you guessed”

“And I got it right yay me!”

Niamh rolled her eyes “She’s moving to Barcelona and neither of us want a relationship right now”

Millie smirked, “who said anything about a relationship”

It was now a week before you and Jessie had to leave to your new teams and after the speeches your friends had been given to the three of you, your nice sneaky glances had become obvious and longer.

It was obvious to the team and especially Guro who ran up to the Canadian and English players at the end of the session.

“Do you both like Y/n?” She asked and Jessie turned red as Niamh looked away, Guro gasped “You have a crush on the same girl!” Niamh covered the girls mouth as Jessie turned even more red “can you shut up” she whispered to the girl who was smiling, ear to ear.

“Does this not affect your friendship at all?” Guro asked and both girls shook their heads “none of us want a relationship” Jessie said and Niamh nodded “yeah but like you’re all leaving eachother and none of you had made a move?”

Both girls nodded before Guro smirked.

“TEAM NIGHT AT YA YA’S EVERYBODY BE THERE!” She screamed before looking at Niamh “that’s near where you live right?” Niamh nodded and Guro ran off towards you with a smile, wrapping her arm around your neck “your gonna have fun tonight”

You furrowed your eyebrows with confusion but brushed it off.

You and Kristie sat on your bed with different outfit options “Samantha!” You called out to your friend who slowly walked in, already knowing your question “what” she said and you pointed to the clothes “which one?” You asked and she looked over “none”

“What do you mean none, I’m not going naked” you said, crossing your arms and Sam laughed and went up to Kristie, whispering something into her ear which made her gasp

“Can I know?” You asked “I would have said it out loud if you could know” Sam responded before walking out, leaving you with Kristie.

“This is gonna sound weird” she started “but do you have any pretty lingerie?”

That’s where you lead now, in a dress suit and matching skirt, your black lingerie bra on view for anyone to see.

“My fiancé is a miracle worker” Sam cheered as you walked out “Ha Ha” you fake laughed and grabbed Kristie’s arm “let’s go”

Niamh and Jessie were already sitting at the bar “So it’s not crazy if we-“ she stopped her sentence once when she noticed Niamh was looking at the entrance which she followed “oh fuck”

“Fuck indeed” Niamh agreed with her best friend as they looked at you, your cleavage and legs on display and saying hi to all the girls.

You spotted the two girls and smiled, quickly walking over to them “hey you two”

“Hey- uh- hi” Jessie blushed and Niamh smirked “hello y/n”

You looked past them and to the bartender “three shots please?” You said and he nodded.

Guro, watching from afar saw you take your first shot with the pair “everyone leave! Go!” She ushered the team, all making sly comments whilst all of you three were too distracted with each other to see the whole bunch of them leave.

“My round next” Jessie smiled before bringing her card to pay “we should probably talk to the others” you suggested, ignoring Niamh’s palm that was know on your thigh “Do you want to?” Jessie asked, passing you your shot which you nodded at “yeah”.

You all got up to walk, Jessie’s hand resting on your lower back “can’t find them” Niamh said from the other side of you, stepping slightly forward to check it out.

“Did they all leave?” Jessie asked, her grip tightening on you as people walked by. You noticed as you walked further through the girls always had you in between them.

After accepting the fact that your team had left you still had decided to stay sitting down in a private booth, empty drink littered around the table as you spoke about little things.

There was never a minute one of their hands weren’t on you, weather Niamh had her hand on your arm or Jessie had it on your lap, slowly growing closer and closer to a place that was growing wetter and wetter for the two girls.

“I think we should get out of here” suggested Jessie who was looking down on you, her hands rubbing up and down your arm “to where?” You ask “My house” Niamh said, “none of you guys live in your houses anymore” she said, reminding you of you and Jessie’s departures.

Jessie leaned down to your ear, “I don’t want to leave here with any regrets do you?” She asked and you turned to her, looking at her eyes which were stuck to your lips as you crossed your head “Can’t leave anything back in London” Niamh whispered in your left ear, her lips resting on your skin as you turned towards her, her stare the same as Jessie’s.

“So what do you say?” Jessie asked, her hand sliding up your thighs to the end of your skirt “should we go?” Niamh said, her hand doing the same.

As their hands grew closer to you your breath shortened, feeling flustered from all the attention but still nodding “We need your words y/n” Niamh said, her lips dragging from your ear to your jaw where she pressed small kisses.

“Yes” you stuttered, turning your head to Jessie “please”.

Jessie was already close to you but still closed the gap between you both with a small kiss as Niamh started to knock suck at the skin being shown, brushing your hair back as Jessie pulled at it.

Jessie pulled away first “let’s get out of here”.

The quick walk to Niamh’s house still felt an hour long as your need for them grew. You had wanted them both, at first separately but now…

you couldn’t think of anything better.

Just like in the club, Jessie took the job of placing her hand on your back, now it took a lower place and you took hold of Niamh’s hand who was navigating in front of you, taking the lead.

The two girls knew the house well as they walked in, turning on certain lights as if they were in a routine. Jessie turned towards you with a blushed smile and brought you into a kiss.

It was different from your kiss in the club and you knew it was because you were now in a private space, Jessie loved her privacy.

You heard Niamh drop her keys onto her kitchen bench before her steps walked into a room, you assumed a bedroom.

“C’mon you two” Niamh said as you and Jessie separated and walked past Niamh who was staring to you with an unreadable expression “do you wanna do this?” She asked and you nodded walking towards her.

When you walked into the room, Niamh behind you you smiled, Jessie had already taken off her top and you helped her with her bra, Niamh behind you, stripped off your jacket and unzipped your skirt which you stepped out of leaving you in the lingerie set Kristie had told you to wear.

You turned towards Niamh and started unbuttoning her dress shirt “this was planned wasn’t it” you wondered out loud

“Are we complaining?”

You heard Jessie chuckle at her friend before her lips attached to your neck, you immediately buckled your knees, faltering your paste of undoing Niamh’s shirt which she helped you with.

When Niamh was finally undressed she pushed you onto the bed and Jessie followed, she pulled you into her chest as Niamh walked to the other end of the bed.

Jessie wondered her hands around your chest, pressing kisses to you shoulders before pinching your nipple, causing you to moan.

Niamh lowered herself down to your legs, separating them, kissing from your ankles all the way to your thighs which you started to squirm, Jessie’s smirk being felt against your skin as she saw the effect Niamh gave you.

“Niamh please” you begged the girl who looked up at you “please what?” She smirked and you rolled your head back “answer her” Jessie told you, lifting your head back up.

“Niamh please fuck me” you let out and the girl waisted no time, bringing one of her fingers into you as you gasped, gripping Jessie’s arm.

“You gonna take her fingers baby?” She asked and you nodded “need more” you said as Niamh added another one, and started to speed up “oh fuck” you moaned, squeezing Jessie’s arm tighter.

Jessie’s eyes grew dark watching you moan out Niamh’s name and she grew more wet “can you take another finger?” She asked you and you squirmed at the thought but nodded “such a good girl”

After Niamh added another finger it wasn’t too long until you needed to cum “fuck, Niamh please!” You moaned, Jessie’s fingers playing with your nipples when you finally came undone, Niamh letting you ride out your high as Jessie pulled your head into a kiss.

Niamh came up to also pull you into a kiss, going from one friend to the other. Jessie was sweet with her kisses as Niamh was more dominant.

You felt the warmth of Jessie's body move away, leaving you to lay down fully on the bed, Niamh and Jessie tried to switch spots but you reached out to grab Niamh's wrist, missing the way Jessie reached into her bag.

"are you okay?" she asked you and you nodded "want you to sit on my face" you told her and you saw the confident girl blush and raise her brows "really?" she said and you pulled her closer "please".

Once you made yourself comfortable Niamh rested herself on your face and you almost moaned at the sight. Jessie walks back over to you, your view blocked by Niamh as you waited for her to be comfortable.

You felt the dip in the bed as Jessie crawled on top before you felt the Canadian girl's tip play through your folds, causing you to gasp, sending shivers down Niamh's spine.

Your grip on Niamh's thighs tightened as Jessie positioned herself into you "You ready?" she asked and you nodded your head, your nose hitting Niamh's clit as she rolled her head back at the friction.

You started licking through Niamh's folds at the same time Jessie pushed into you slowly, both moaning your name as you tried to remember the sound forever.

Niamh gripped into your hair as you tried to muffle your moans into her, using her as a form of relief when Jessie kept hitting you in the right places.

"fuck y/n" Niamh moaned out before coming on top of you, making a mess on your face which you smirked at, licking your lips as she got off of you, leaving you to Jessie as she quickened her pace.

You rolled your head back in ecstasy, yanking at her hair which she thankfully wore out "fuck Jessie, just like that" you panted, finally coming undone for the second time that night before you pushed Jessie away, feeling over stimulated.

"You okay?" Jessie asked you and you nodded "just need a little break" you told her, quickly giving her a kiss before turning to Niamh and doing the same.

"then we can go back to it".

[hoe4sports]

It was always you

Jessie Fleming x reader

A/N: She’s long y’all

Warning: Divorce? None really

Summary: Post divorce, thinks have fallen into a rythm developing over the span of years. But one of you, falls out of that rythm and struggles keeping up.

Divorce. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened. Not the administrative part of the divorce with lawyers, documents, protocol and court; but the emotional part of the divorce. You had spent hours in the early stages of your divorce trying to figure out what went wrong, analysing every aspect of your relationship.

Sure, things had undoubly gotten tougher after adding a second child to the mix. But, the second child didn’t feel like the reason as to why the slipping apart had happened. Jessie had been the one to bring up the possibility of divorce; thinking it would solve all your problems. It was a civil divorce, you and your ex-wife only wanting the best for your children. Never talking bad about each other in front of the girls, never bringing new girlfriends into the family.

Your kids were happy, they felt loved and they were well taken care of. To you and Jessie, that was all that mattered. Your oldest, Lilly was a hopeless romantic. Even at 6 years old, she would beg her mom to buy flowers for you. It was one of the traits that she had gotten from Jessie. Your other daughter, Eden, had walked in her sister’s shoes, adapting her sister’s romantic trait into her own personality.

The agreement on the kids was easy, one week each, living in the same neighbourhood only 5 minutes apart for each other. It made the divorce easier on the kids, knowing that their other mom was right up the road. Every other holiday, and a few weeks each summer for travel was shared between the pair of you.

This particular day, you found yourself sitting outside on the front porch waiting for Jessie to drop the kids off. She had taken your 12 and 8 year old to Canada for some well needed family time. You didn’t mind, you had know Jessie’s family for years and they were the most welcoming group of people. They still invited you on vacations and Christmas, claiming that you were still family. It was funny, you and Jessie had both dated other girls in the span of time since the divorce. But, nothing had ever lasted.

When you saw Jessie’s car pulling up, you looked at your Golden retriever, Murphy and tapped his head. “Look Murph, the girls are home!” You cheered in your puppy voice. He was an old man now, 12 years old, but he was still young at heart.

When Eden hopped out, Murphy sprinted towards the driveway while wiggling his tail. “Murph! Mama!” Eden yelled while running towards you with only one shoe. She crashed into your legs and wrapped her arms around your frame. “I missed you mama” she whispered while squeezed your legs extra hard. “I missed you too doll” you comforted while rubbing her back before she slipped inside to find her Barbie dolls.

“Where is my teen?” You yelled out while your daughter very quietly walked towards you. She was moving into her “cool teenage” phase of her life, and she never wanted to do anything “uncool”.

“Hi mama” she said calmly once coming to greet you. You instantly wrapped her into a hug. “I missed you lots my little girl” you whispered into her hair before giving her kisses on her cheeks. “Okay, okay, I’m gonna go to my room and call Kennedy” she said while wiping off the kiss eager to talk to her bestfriend.

Jessie came up with the girls suitcases smiling with her cap on. “Hi, here’s their bags. Mom washed most of their clothes so it wouldn’t be too much on you” she stated while placing carrying the suitcases up the little stairs with Murphy in her heels. After she placed down the suitcases, she turned around to your puppy and gave him pets. He instantly got excited wiggling his butt like only golden’s can.

“Hi Jess, how was Canada?”

“Good, I love showing the girls off to the family. I’m so proud of them, it’s ridiculous”

“I’m glad, how is momma?”

“She’s good, healthy. Back doing her water aerobics twice a week. She told me to give you a hug from her” Jessie shrugged while looking at the tips of her shoes.

You wrapped her into a hug, just like the old days. It wasn’t unusual for you to hug, but this hug felt different. Perhaps it was because it was from her mom, you figured. The hug lasted longer than usual, a sense of uncertainty lingering in the air.

“She told me to convince you to come to Canada. Grandma misses you too” Jessie said while finally looking up at you blushing.

“Aaw, that’s so sweet! But, you know I can’t” you finished looking at Murphy who was shoving his head in your hand.

“Right, right, see you next week?” Jessie said, eager to wrap up the conversation. It wasn’t really like her. Normally, she had plenty of time to chat and hang around.

“Busy? Are you meeting up with someone? Someone special?” You teased poking her shoulder. She gave you a faint smile.

“Something like that” She replied with a smirk on her face. You smiled politely back at her feeling uneasy about her dating some new, but at this point in life; it had been years since the last date with another woman. The pair of you said your goodbyes before you entered your home with the girls suitcases. “Well”, you thought to yourself, “I have to get to working on this unpacking”.

-

Later that day, you found yourself stood in the kitchen in front of the stove cooking up some pancakes for the girls to eat before bedtime. This was a tradition you had since they were young; every Sunday you sat down as a family and ate pancakes before bedtime while taking about anything and everything.

“Mama, I made you a picture! Do you wanna see it?” Your youngest squealed, in love with art from a young age. “Yes love, I always want to see your art” you confirmed while flipping the last pancake. Eden ran upstairs to her room to get her binder. It held drawings from when she was just a baby back in kindergarten. You loved taking care of the art, knowing that watching the pictures was a glimpse into her head at that time.

Your oldest appeared from the living room at the smell of pancakes. “Are the pancakes ready soon? Do you want any help?” She asked leaning into your side wanting some affection. You wrapped your arm around her side holding her in your embrace. “If you want to, you could set the table?” You suggested in which she immediately nodded to and got to work. Even though she was becoming a teenager, she was still always wanting to be helpful and close to her mom.

Eden came tumbling down the stairs with her files bringing it into the kitchen flipping through the pages. “Here it is! I already put it in, but it’s me, nana, Lilly and mommy in Canada! And this, this is Elena’s dog.” She said while pointing to something that looked more like a sheep than a dog. You scrunched your nose when your daughter mentioned Elena, Jessie’s Canadian ex. You didn’t know that they had seen Elena in Canadian which was out of character for Jessie. “Wow, amazing! Did you see Elena in Canada?” You asked eagerly without wanting to snoop around. “Yes, she came for dinner. Nana made a roast” she said as she shrugged. The thought made you uncomfortable, and you immediately decided to change the topic.

“Alright girls, pancakes are ready” you announced flopping the last pancake onto the plate and turning towards the table. The three of you sat down at the dark oak table chatting lightly about school and football. The girls both played football, and both of them were excited for school to start.

“So, how was Canada girls?” You asked while looking at Lilly. Lilly shrugged her shoulders just like teenagers do. “We went to this market with lots of little stands were people sold lots of things. I even saw someone selling crochet frogs!” Eden said excitedly happily munching on her food. “Wow, did you buy it?” You followed up. “No, they only had green and I wanted pink, so I got a pink scrunchie instead!” She continued blabbering on about Canada.

After pancakes and washing up, the girls had both gotten ready for bed. You checked your youngest first, who was soundly asleep holding on to her stuffed sheep. You reached for the duvet and pulled it up wrapping her in like when she was little. Then, you headed to Lilly’s room. Her room was tidy, but that was one of her traits: she was very organised.

“Hi mama” she said while yawning in her bed, a book in her lap. “Hi baby, ready for bed?” You asked scooting into her bed wrapping your arms around her. “Yea..” she started before tearing up a bit, quickly swallowing her tears away. “I missed you mom, it’s not the same without you” your daughter pleaded leaning towards your chest. “I missed you too doll, and I wish things weren’t like this. I know that Eden dosent really remember when me and mommy used to live together, but I know you do. It’s very valid and I wish we could’ve worked it out.” You assured her feeling her relax in your arms. Hair long hair was hanging on her shoulders, and you immediately started humming while brushing through her locks with your hands.

After a few minutes, her breathing had slowed down and she showed signs of being asleep. You eased her out of your arms and into her bed before kissing her forehead, and moving towards the door. Your hands reached for the light switch, but before you could turn it off; you heard a voice. “You know that mom still is in love with you?” she whispered out her eyes being closed, just moments away from falling asleep. “Good night, princess. I love you forever” you hushed leaving her room quietly. Both the girls preferred to sleep with their door slightly open, just in case they need their mom. You loved it, making you feel like you are still the mom to two little girls instead of soon teenagers.

You hopped down the stairs to clean up the kitchen, the words of your daughter lingering in the back of your head. You had been warned about kids of divorce wanting their parents to get back together, but this felt different. She had previously begged you to go on a date with her teacher, convinced that you were a match.

As you cleared the table, plate by plate being moved into the dishwasher, you couldn’t help but think about what life could’ve been like. You and Jessie had met young, just after she had gone to Europe and you stayed together for over 10 years. It was weird how it all came to an end, you couldn’t really remember why you ended things. Maybe it was a silly argument? Or maybe Jessie’s busy lifestyle?

After clearing the table, you went to wipe off the surface noticing your daughter’s book of drawings. You sat down in front of it, opening it and watching picture by picture pass. Hours upon hours of work, all to be shown to her family. She took pride in her drawings, drawing her feelings.

One picture was two houses next to each other. One person infront of each door, two little girls moving between houses. It was cute, all of them looked happy. That was the confusing part for you; why would Lilly say that Jessie was still in love with you, when she seemed perfectly happy with the custody solution.

The next picture was with your daughter in bed, your puppy sleeping next to her. She had always loved the golden retriever. Even back when she was a little girl, she would occasionally fall asleep leaning onto the dog. It was a relationship like no other.

As you sat and admired the pictures, you heard the sound of your dogs paws shuffling downstairs. He immediately waked into the kitchen and looked at you while whining.

“Are you waiting for me to come night night?” You asked in your puppy voice. The dog immediately wagged his tail in excitement bonking his nose into your leg. You got up from the chair, and brought the book of drawings with you, following your dog to your bedroom door. After opening up your bedroom, he leaped into your bed taking his usual spot by the pillow. He ways slept with you, you hadn’t really slept next to anyone but Jessie. Expect from your girls, but that dosent count.

After finishing up your skincare, you stood by the sink brushing your teeth listening to the soft snores of your dog. It made you smile seeing him knocked out, the excitement of having the girls back bringing him joy.

As you brushed your teeth, you flipped through the book of drawings watching her arts. Fingers tracing the drawings, taking notice of each carefully placed line. One of the pictures, had stuck to you. It was a picture of you, Jessie and your two girls eating ice cream in the park. She naturally had included Murphy in the picture, adding an ice cream to the top of his head. You giggled looking at it, quickly finishing your brushing to take a picture of the drawing.

You

Look what Eden drew, she’s hilarious!

*photo attached*

Seen

You huffed in annoyance when Jessie left you on read, assuming she was busy doing some kind of football related stretch at home. The lights were then turned off, and you were quick to go to bed.

-

A few months later, the summer was over and school was back. Luckily for you, the girls loved school. Eden’s favourite subject was Math and Lilly’s favourite subject was science. You truly felt blessed by having kids that were this easy.

“Is mommy coming over later?” Eden asked nervously fumbling with her backpack. You looked into the rear view mirror. “Of course she is” you confirmed giving your Oscar winning smile. Truth was that Jessie had missed out on your weekly dinners for the last few weeks. It wasn’t just you who were bothered by it, so was your girls.

“Bye mommy!” Eden shouted jumping out of your car before skipping down to the school meeting up with her friends. The group of them walked in together. It was routine, they always waited for each other.

This morning after dropping the girls off, the annoyance you had felt regarding Jessie was rapidly growing. She had changed for the worse since the end of the summer: never answering your messages or your calls. Forgetting to come to family dinners. It annoyed you to a t when Lilly came beaming downstairs saying that she had talked to Jessie on the phone.

Your solution to this was having Eden ask Jessie over for dinner. Now, it wasn’t unusual for you to have dinner together. It was fairly normal on your household; but Jessie hadn’t answered your invitations. However, you knew that she would do anything for her daughters.

That was how you had ended up cooking favourite meal; your authentic pasta carbonara after work. If she wasn’t gonna talk to you, she was gonna be forced to eat your food in your presence.

“Mama, I think she’s coming!” Eden yells excitedly jumping up and down making Murphy bark while happily wagging his butt. Your oldest came skipping down the stairs when she heard your youngest announcement.

Eden opened the door up and full on launched at Jessie, wrapping her body around her like a koala. “Mommy, you came!” She giggled holding Jessie tight. “Of course, anything for my girls” Jessie said while hugging her back.

When she moved inside, she quickly petted Murphy before wrapping your oldest into a bear hug holding her tight. “How are you today, girls?” She asked looking at the pair of them. Eden looked like she was about to burst out information, but eagerly looked at her sister’s approval.

“Go ahead, Eds” Lilly giggled knowing what was about to happen.

“Okay, so today at maths this stupid boy, Jacob, threw a pencil at me! So I hid his calculator, and then after maths, I had lunch! It was chicken, I just love chicken! And then, Tilly told me about how she and her parents are going to France for Christmas and she promised me a postcard, and THEN, we had a pop quiz in English and I had no mistakes so I got a sticker AND THEN when I walked home, I saw a squirrel!” She said spewing out all her thoughts making you and her sister giggle while Jessie stood with wide eyes looking at her.

“Oh my, sounds like you had an eventful day” Jessie said scratching the back of her neck. “What about your day, Lils?”

“Hmm, it was okay. Kennedy and I played football with the boys during recess.” She shrugged in her typical teenage character.

“Wow,did they play rough?” Jessie wondered.

“Well, duuh! But it’s okay because I’m faster and I’m better, so they can’t catch me” Lilly brags proudly crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“You are so clever, I’m so proud of you both” Jessie said pulling both her girls into a hug.

-

At the dinner table, conversation was somewhat limited. Jessie didn’t really take initiative to talk to you, rather talking to you through the girls. The girls happily chatted along with her. It was weird, you thought, feeling like a stranger in your own home.

While munching on pasta Eden decided to drop a bomb.

“Mommy, do you miss living in our house?” Eden asked curiously looking Jessie dead in the eye. Jessie immediately chocked on a piece of pasta making her cough while having a terrified look in her face. Lilly shot you a look whispering “this is about to be good” making you smile of her sassy comment.

“Uh, I mean, I miss seeing you girls everyday, but I have my house now” Jessie tried hoping the answer was enough for Eden.

“But your house is small, I like this house better” Eden complained forcing you to turn around to not break out in laughter. She pouted her lips and crossed her arm. Your eyes shifted to your oldest who looked like she was about to collapse into a laughing fit, making you smiles

“Yea, i get that..” Jessie tried before looking towards you for help. “How is work?” You asked giving her a helping hand out of the awkwardness. Jessie shot you a look mixed of relief and gratitude before nodding. “It’s good, I’m going back to play with Canada soon. We have a game against Norway” Jessie finished.

“Where is Norway?” Eden asked curiously. “It’s at the top of Europe, close to the North Pole” Lilly lectured, making her sister’s eyes widen at the answer. “Wow, I wanna go to the North Pole! Mommy, can I come? And Lilly? And mama?” She begged giving Jessie her best puppy dog eyes .

Jessie looked sweaty for the millionth time during dinner, once again looking at your for help. “Norway is very far away, but maybe we can make it work? I’ll talk to mom about it after bedtime” you reassured your youngest carbon copy of Jessie. She seemed happy with the response and munched happily on her pasta again.

After the four of you had finished eating, the whole family was helping clearing the table. Jessie still hadn’t said much except typical polite talk, not normal to her considering she was quite the talker. Just as you finished cleaning, Jessie announced her departure.

“Mommy, can’t you stay until bedtime? Please mommy, you are never here at mama’s house anymore” Eden begged with her big brown eyes looking up at Jessie. She tugged on Jessie’s arm trying to launch onto her. Jessie’s cheeks flushed, and she rubbed her neck searching for the smallest bit of comfort. “Uh..I..Well, I have early practice tomorrow…” She stuttered seeing her daughter’s heart break in front of her. Eden’s shoulders lowered, and her face turned into a frown. “Okay, okay mom, thats fine. Mama always have time to read my bedtime story.. Bye” Eden turned around and walked upstairs, her sister giving Jessie an annoyed look.

“Doll, would you mind going after your sister? I’ll say bye to mama, and then I’ll be right there, pinkypromise” Lilly nodded her head, moving up the stairs to find her sister. But before she walked away from the stairs, she turned to look down at Jessie.

“Jessie, I think you really hurt sissy. She misses family dinners, and family nights, she talked about this all week. But it’s okay, because mama is always here to pick up the pieces, always making up excuses for you so that Eden dosent feel sad” she spat out leaving you feeling caught off guard while Jessie felt like the worst human in the world. Hearing her daughter call her out, and call her what was her government name instead of her most valued title.

Jessie felt uneasy, not sure how to handle the situation. All she wanted, was to get out of the house that she once had lived in. A part of her didn’t understand how you managed to live in the house with only the girls and your dog. How you were able to live in a house that was once filled with endless love. With to happy parents. Because recently, whenever she came over to pick up the girls or drop them off, she felt this heavy feeling in her gut having regrets about the divorce.

You heard your youngest sob upstairs before her bedroom door shut closed again. Jessie’s gaze met yours, and you gave her a sad look. “I’m gonna go deal with the girls, and I think you should leave.” You said moving towards the stairs. “You have the key, lock the door on the way out” you asked while moving upwards. Jessie stood still at the bottom of the stars on the verge of tears. “And for reference, I don’t know what’s going on with you lately; but you really hurt them, you know” and with that, you cleared the staircase moving in direction of your girls. At the drop of your last word, Jessie felt the tears press in her eyes. She looked at the staircase debating whenever to go after you, but she was too embarrassed of her own actions.

All Jessie wanted was for her family to feel prioritised, and important. But all she felt like she had done, was that she had failed you. She failed her duties as a wife, failed her marriage, she failed your agreements after the divorce and now she had failed her children. It hurt more than she could’ve ever imagined, and she quickly turned around to leave the house, locking the door on the way out.

You embraced your youngest who was sobbing in your arms, her older sister sitting across from you. “Eden, I’m sure she doesn’t mean it like that” you spoke trying to comfort the little girl. “But mama, she never used to be like this when I was a baby” Eden’s sob forced her to stop mid sentence, her clinging to you like back when she was a baby that didn’t want to go to kindergarten.

“I know love, and it’s not right of her to be like this to you, to both of you girls.” You said, trying to take notice of your oldest’s state of mind. “Mom..Do you think she doesn’t love us? Maybe she has found another family with another mom with other kids and other dogs and other houses..” your oldest spat out on the verge of tears. Their statements were bearing witness of the hormones about to change them from little girls to hormonal teenagers.

“Okay, girls. I know that we are feeling sad, and that’s okay. We are allowed to feel whatever we are feeling, it’s valid. But, I think your mom is going through something that makes her feel distant and spacey. She hasn’t been like this before. How about I try to talk to her?” You negotiated, trying to spare Jessie’s reputation. The girls nodded while sniffling in synch.

“How about we go to my bedroom, and we can watch tv until we fall asleep in mommy’s bed?” You suggested watching a spark light up in the girls eyes. They immediately eyed each other while nodding before getting up racing down the hallway, your dog bouncing after them. It made your heart swell: your daughter’s wholeheartedly giggles and your dog’s happy barks.

-

After the girls fell asleep, you got out of bed and sneaked yourself downstairs with your phone feeling determined to get an answer out of Jessie. You immediately dialed her number, waiting for her to pick up.

“Hi.. Is everything okay?”

“Hi, Jess. It’s me. What’s up?”

“What do you mean? I just got out of the shower, about to get ready for bed”

You rolled your eyes over her trying to play off cool.

“Stop being a comedian, it’s not working. What’s up with you recently?”

Jessie held a long silence terrified to say something wrong, that was if she could get something out.

“It’s nothing”

“Jess..”

“What? It’s nothing!”

You could hear Jessie getting annoyed, and for some reason: that annoyed you. She knew that you had figured out that she was going through something, and she hated that. You let out a groan in annoyance.

“For fucks sake, Jessie. We were married for many years, we had kids together; I know you better than this. Something is wrong, but you refuse to talk about it.”

Jessie felt like she was getting scolded, and perhaps that was what she needed; someone to talk sense into her. The truth was that everyone had noticed: her coaches had benched her, her teammates were confused and her mom was worried. Jessie hated carrying around this big bomb because it felt like it was about to explode at any second.

“Uh..It’s just..I should maybe talk to you about this in person”

A part of her felt like this might be good for her. To talk to someone about the problem. Someone who wouldn’t judge, and surely the woman she had kids with wouldn’t judge her for anything.

“Is it another woman?”

Jessie gasped in shock. How could you believe that?

“Sorry, but what?”

“Is there another woman? It’s fine if it is, I’m happy for you”

Jessie felt like throwing up by the thought of another woman. She didn’t want other women: she wanted her woman.

“Yea no, how about i stop by after work tomorrow?”

Jessie suggested, mentally kicking herself for forcing a conversation about the topic.

“After 21, then the girls will be asleep and we’ll have some privacy”

“O-okay, see you tomorrow then?”

“See you soon, Jess”

Jessie hung up feeling her heart beat rapidly, terrified of what was to come. She had lost you once, and she was terrified to lose you again. If you didn’t want to coparent with her anymore; that would be devastating for her. Possibly, career ending. She missed seeing you and the girls in the stands. She missed having the girls as her mascots. She missed having you come down to the pitch with the girls after games, Jessie chasing around Lilly while you carried Eden who was still a bay. Tears filled Jessie’s eyes as she sat on the edge of her bed. Tears of fear, frustration and anger for the divorce she had ended up in.

-

The following evening, you put the girls to bed waiting until they were asleep before texting Jessie to come over. You were happy to sort out whatever Jessie’s sudden problems was, just hoping that it wasn’t gonna be something related to your kids. A wave of nervousness dawned upon you, which lead to to quickly tidy up the house. Cups were moved to the dishwasher, the floor was hoovered and you made sure to fluff the pillows up. 10 minutes later, you heard knocking on your door.

Jessie stood nervously outside of the door waiting for you to open up the door. A part of her felt uneasy about opening up the door to let herself in; this wasn’t her home anymore, and she wanted to respect your boundaries.

You flung open the door looking at her with a smile, but you frowned when you saw her sad face.

“Damn, is this going to be one of those conversations?” You mumbled underneath your breath feeling Jessie’s sadness flare onto you. Jessie shot you a dirty look before mumbling something along the lines of “I heard that”.

“Feel free to sit”

You wanted her to take the lead on the situation, that way she could control the conversation. She slowly sat down on the couch looking like she was about to shit her own pants.

“Jessie? You seem like you are about to pass out. Relax! I’ve seen you naked” you teased hoping to make Jessie laugh, but your attempt at humor only got rewarded with a chuckle.

Jessie gulped trying to swallow the dry feeling in her throat without much success. She watched you sit down in the chair across from her, making her feel insecure.

You looked at her, waiting for her to talk.

“Jess? It’s okay, you can talk about whatever you want to, I won’t judge” you comforted her trying to meet her gaze. Jessie’s eye were glued to the floor, not bothering to give you as much as a glance.

“Could you maybe sit here?” Jessie spoke out, voice just above a whisper. Her hand patted the couch pillow next to her. You immediately got up and sat down next to her. Your feet sat down crisscross and you turned to face her.

“What’s going on, love?” You said looking into her eyes, her old nickname slipping out of your lips like air. Her heart fluttered over the use of her nickname, feeling an ache to have things back to what they once were.

Jessie looked up at you trying to find words, but she couldn’t spell out a single syllable. Her face ended up looking like a fish heaping for air rather than a person trying to speak.

“Here”, you said, “take me hand” you suggested offering your hand to her. She grabbed your hand back without thinking, making her feel dumb for looking so desperate.

She looked up at you trying to figure out how to drop the bomb on you. She couldn’t speak. She ended up just sighing again and again.

“Jessie?”

Her gaze met yours, eyes looking fragile and vulnerable.

“Talk to me, please”

You wiped away a tear from her cheek, scared of whatever was gonna come out from her mouth. Worried that someone might be sick, that she was going to transfer to another team or that she had done something dumb.

“Listen, the girls and I just want what’s best for you. I can see that you are suffering inside, please, talk to me. I want to help” you pleaded looking into her eyes, rubbing her thigh carefully.

Jessie sniffed before taking in a deep breath.

“The reason I have been so distant lately…” she started, but stopping as her word came to a loss.

“I talked to my mom when we were in Canada, and she made me realise a few things”

You nodded encouraging while offering her a smile. Her words came to a stop again, not sure how to handle the situation.

“Alright, keep going” you whispered giving her hand a squeeze. “It’s just me, love”, you said trying your best to support her.

“You see, that’s the problem. It is you. It was always you.” Jessie blurted out making you feel confused.

“Uh, I’m sorry?” You tried, not sure why you were offering your apologies when you couldn’t pinpoint what you had done wrong.

“No, no, god no! It’s not something to be sorry about..”

“Then what is it?” You responded, frustration lingering underneath your skin.

Jessie looked at you, at a loss for words once again. Her gaze felt intense, like she was staring into your soul. Her face moved towards yours.

“It was always you, y/n” Jessie whispered before closing the gap between you. The kiss lasted for a few seconds before you both pulled apart. You looked at Jessie, feeling confused.

“I miss you, I miss us. Leaving you, the kids, hell even Murphy was the biggest mistake of my life. The divorce was the biggest mistake of my life, and I know that you probably don’t feel the same anymore, and that’s okay. But I just, ugh, nobody will ever compare to you. I want you back, I want our life back, I want to wake up next to you again and know that I made the best decision when I married you.I don’t even know how to g-“

“Shut up, and kiss me Jess” you responded looking in her eyes feeling touched by the vulnerability of the moment. Jessie looked into your eyes before closing them and closing the gap between us, starting the process of rebuilding what once had been torn apart.

[putellasawfc]

instagram stories if you were dating jessie fleming!

[kamotecue]

cute instagram live ∞ j. fleming

pairing: jessie fleming x fem!reader

summary: in which the two lovers (private, but not really a secret) actually confirm their relationship on an instagram live. american!reader, basketball!reader

jessie alexandra fleming, everyone knows her as baby canada or one of chelsea's best midfielders. but you? you best know her as your childhood friend, naturally your mother and her father had been friends since their college years - having to have met at a common organization. she was the shy one, the quiet one while you were the complete opposite - the unfazed, cheerful and out-going one. you remembered the first time you had met the canadian, it was a get together between your family and hers, it's been a while since they've seen each other so they had opted for a reunion.

you were standing there in blue overalls, clinging to your mother who had simply guided you throughout the crowd. as much of an extrovert you were, you disliked being in rooms filled with adults - rather wanted to be near people your age. and so, you did, your eyes had locked onto a certain fleming - her noticeable freckles are what caught your attention, thinking it was cute and that it suited her. yes - that's when you first started liking her, you thought you just wanted to be friends, but little did the canadian know, she had your heart the moment you set your eyes on her.

"n/n, this is jessie fleming." your mother's voice was heard as you stepped aside, greeting the canadian with a handout. she flushed as you looked at her a bit confused, usually this is when someone would reciprocate the handshake. it had only taken her a few seconds to grab your hand, softly shaking it as you introduced yourself, earning a shy grin from her.

"i'm y/n l/n." "as you heard, jessie fleming"

that was the introduction of a century, everyone knew it was a start of a great friendship - and it was. but as you grew older, the feelings you unknowingly held started to grow stronger. it was noticeable for you, and surely it was noticeable to her chelsea teammates. her teammates would tease the canadian midfielder, who was completely unaware of your feelings, thinking that it was a joke, but it wasn't. and she secretly wished that it wasn't a joke, that maybe a part of you did reciprocate it. unlike the midfielder, your interest was in another sport - basketball, you had joined the senior national team in 2016, making the roster for that year's olympics and onwards.

snapping out of your thoughts, you waved at the camera, the instagram live had already started. fans from both worlds (football & basketball) had started flooding in, knowing it was always a live duo, you were never one without the other and vice versa. you watched her facial expressions, as she shyly started conversating with the ones flooding the comments - a few people from her club had joined, commenting a few things.

"n/n, there's a question for you." jessie said, as she locked eyes with you. in that moment, you felt your breath get taken away. quickly flushing, you looked at the comments, ignoring how a few fans had noticed that, your face was undoubtably red.

"are you and jessie a thing?" you read the comment out loud, as jessie hummed. you grinned at them, the two of you had been talking if you'd want to go out in public as a couple. and you agreed, knowing if she was or wasn't okay with it - but thankfully she was.

"yes, we are." you softly said, as jessie kissed the crown of your head, which your eyes widened. she's not really one for public affection, but she knew it was something you loved.

"you know what i find crazy, love?" you asked, you didn't look at the comments instead of the eyes you had fell for. her eyebrows perked, obviously waiting for your response.

"you used to rub dirt on me, and now you're proclaiming your love towards me." you teased, chuckling as jessie flushed red - quickly denying it, even though it's true.

"in my case, i was rubbing dirt on you because i love you." you furrowed your eyebrows, not understanding her words as she chuckled at your confusion, looking back at the comments who gushed over your words.

just wanted to do a short blurb, or fic since i've been swamped up with college works. hope you enjoyed it!

[mead-iocre]

Brown Eyes | Jessie Fleming x Reader

Brown Eyes. 

You and Jessie have been dating for a little over a year now. When you transferred to Chelsea you were quickly charmed by the shy Canadian, who on one of your earlier training sessions, welcomed you to the team with a ball to your face. 

Hearing “Heads up!!” should’ve given you more than enough warning, but you were so focused on your own drills that you did not think that the warning was directed at you, nor were you expecting the sheer force of the ball hitting you right on the side of your head. 

As soon as the ball made impact you came barrelling down to ground, luckily just about managing to roll yourself over to your side to land safely without injuring yourself any further. 

“Fuck! I am so sorry. Are you okay?” 

You hear the voice coming closer and the sound of their cleats pushing into the grass before you feel them drop down to crouch beside you. You wince as a warm hand lands on the arm currently nursing the side of your head. Your eyes squint as the throbbing continues, trying to take steady breaths to alleviate the dizziness that’s starting to take over your head. A dull ache settled behind your eyes, making it difficult to focus. The training ground around you felt slightly off-kilter, as if gravity had momentarily lost its grip. You attempted to push yourself up, only to be met with a wave of dizziness that forced you to slump back down.

“The medics are coming, don’t move” You squeeze your eyes closed a few times in pain. The dull throbbing in your head making it hard for you to identify who is talking to you, but the accent makes it pretty distinguishable. 

“Jessie?” The Canadian with the freckles and the pretty brown eyes. 

“Yeah. It was me. Sorry about that y/n” Said brown eyes meet yours, concern and guilt swimming in them. However, there’s more to her eyes– something so alluring and captivating about hers. Amber with the smallest hits of green under certain lights, but under others her eyes are like expressive palettes of cocoa, a special treat for those lucky enough to gaze into them. 

Warm, tender and familiar. 

You avert your eyes away from hers quickly when you notice you were staring a little too long, the headache still a dull drum, nagging and incessant. It would be weird to memorise the exact Pantone shade of one of your newest teammate’s eyes so you instead focus on the rest of her. The Chelsea midfielder’s cheeks are flushed red, as she struggles slightly to catch her breath, clearly having ran the entire length of the pitch to get to you. 

“Sorry I–“ 

“s’alright. Just a slight knock” You grin at her— or at least you hope you are grinning and not looking like you were about to pass out at any minute now. 

“a slight knock, eh?” She’s cute. Very cute. And very Canadian 

Before you had a chance to quip back, you were surrounded by the medics. They assess you, going through all the steps to make sure there were no signs of anything serious. They poke and prob at you before concluding that the only thing you’ll suffer from is a sore bump on the side of your head and a lingering headache. 

The entire time Jessie was stood by you, refusing to leave even when the medics and the coaching staff assured her that you were in good hands. She insisted that she stay with you. 

And she did. 

After that incident, you and Jessie were practically inseparable. The quiet, reserved brown eyed girl that you had first met was now the girl that you would sit next to on the bus, partner up with during drills, and have front row seats to her entertaining dry sense of humour.

A few months later, Jessie finally found the courage to ask you out on a date— and of course you had agreed. On your first date, Jessie took you to a farmers market where there were stalls and stalls of seasonal foodstuffs from artisan and local producers. You had the most perfect day with her, stopping at almost every stall to taste the samples that vendors leave out. You and Jessie barely let go of each other’s hands the entire day, much preferring to walk side by side and hadn’t in hand. If you weren’t holding hands, Jessie’s hand was a comforting touch on your lower back or around your waist. 

Occasionally, you would take your phone out from your bag to snap a picture, wanting to document all the cool foods and the pretty flower stalls. You knew Jessie wasn’t too fond of the camera; however, it seemed like every time she noticed your phone in your hand, she would smile at you, even striking a pose or two at times, clearly showing that she didn’t mind you taking pictures of her. 

“Cute” You mumble, mostly to yourself, after you snap a photo of Jessie drinking her iced coffee. 

“Did you say something, baby?” The brunette steps closer to you, personal space be damned, and wraps an arm around your waist. 

You grin down at her as you click the lock button on your phone, sliding it back into your bag. You take a moment to focus on the girl in front of you, appreciating her warm brown eyes, her pretty freckles, her rosy cheeks, and the little flyaway hairs that would not stay down no matter how many times she fix her hair. 

You bring a hand up to cup her cheek, turning it away from you slightly, before you whisper “I said you’re cute” against the soft skin, pecking multiple kisses before planting your lips against her cheek for one more big kiss.  

“Gimme one here” Jessie turns her head towards you, her eyes closed and a small pout already on her lips. 

You bite your lip at how adorable she looks, so different from the aloof girl you met months ago. You must’ve taken longer than she wanted because she opens her eyes and playfully squints up at you. “you gonna kiss me or what?” 

You gently squish her cheeks together with one hand, her lips forming a cute little pout. “how ‘bout a bit of patience, cheeky girl” You press a wet kiss right on her still-puckered lips, moving your hand from her cheeks to cup the back of her neck, pulling her closer. 

If you had to list one of your favourite pastimes it was making out with your girlfriend. For someone so shy at first, Jessie wasn’t afraid of PDA— anytime, anywhere. She is always the one initiating affection, not caring about who may be watching. Jessie always had an arm over your shoulder, a hand placed on your lower back, or a grip on your waist. 

Pulling away slowly, to savour the kiss, you open your eyes to enchanting brown gazing up into yours. A cascade of warmth, like autumn's embrace, like the coffee she solemnly drinks, like the muted shade of her hair against the morning light. 

It’s comfort, it’s love, and it’s Jessie. 

You often wonder how it would be like to see the world through her eyes, but if you were to ask the Canadian she would say you could see a glimpse of her entire world reflected if you simply looked into her eyes— You.

currently obsessed with jessie fleming and as a result: this.

stay warm, my loves

--- butter

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!

[flemingsfreckles]

In Control (18+ g!p)

Synopsis: After Jessie leaves you high and dry one morning before training, you decide to take matters into your own hands when she returns home late that evening.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), g!p smut, simulated sex (think dry humping without clothes 🙃), oral sex (r giving), delayed orgasm/edging, lots of grinding, sort of ruined orgasm, dirty talk, slight dom/sub dynamic, overstimulation,

WC: 4.4k

A/N: hi, I know g!p isn’t everyone’s thing, but I had this idea and couldn’t get it out of my brain so I needed to write it. I also promise I’ve got some non-g!p smut in the works as well as some non-smut stuff. I’ve just had to take a bit of a break to deal with some real life things and take time after the election to compose myself and take some time to care for myself. I promise other stuff is slowly being worked on, this is just what was the most completed.

“Babe, don’t!” You scolded Jessie as she lay behind you, subtly grinding the hard on she had woken up with into your ass.

“Don’t what?” Her voice, still deep with sleep

“You know what you’re doing, you’re going to get me all worked up, then leave me high and dry when your alarm goes off in,” you lean over to look at the clock, “8 minutes, and then you get to go work off steam at practice while I’m stuck here without you!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She whispered, before placing an open mouth kiss on the side of your neck, her arms slowly wrapping around your midsection. Her fingers draw lines across your stomach and begin to trail up to your chest as she continues gently grinding herself into you. It takes everything in you to not roll your hips back, you couldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she already had you worked up.

As you predicted, Jessie’s alarm rang out just a few moments later and suddenly her hands were gone and the bed behind you was empty as Jessie moved into the bathroom to get ready. When she came back out in a shirt and shorts you couldn’t help but notice the still prominent bulge she had.

“You didn’t take care of yourself in there?” You say, still eyes her up.

Shaking her head Jessie smiled at you, “I’m saving it for you, plus it’ll go away in a minute or two once I’m thinking about training and not my sexy girlfriend.”

“Go then, but give me a kiss first.” You reach a hand out in her direction.

“I love you.” She says as she walks over to where you remained in bed.

“I love you.” Your lips meet in a quick kiss. “You better be ready to go when you get home, none of this I’m too tired from training shit. You’ve fucked me after playing 90 and then going to after parties, you can handle it after a training session.” You smile up at her, giving her a quick wink, making sure she knew you were teasing.

“I promise, I’ll make it worth the wait, I’ll have you screaming my name baby.” She responded with a cocky tone, letting her hand trail down your sternum before placing one final kiss on your lips. “We’re done at 1:30, I’ll be leaving there around 2:30 at the latest, I promise. 3 o’clock I’m all yours.”

You sighed heavily as you checked the time again. 2:30 came and went, no text from Jessie that she’d be home soon, then it was 2:45 still no word from her, and then it was 3:00. You had gotten yourself all ready 30 minutes before Jessie was supposed to be home And here she was, late.

You had gone into the closet, finding the small shopping bag you had purchased the other day. Inside of it a tight, dark blue lacy bra with a matching thong to go with it. You had put both on, then perched yourself on your bed in anticipation for Jessie’s return home, waiting for her to come and follow through on her promise to have you screaming her name.

You were annoyed at first, Jessie never blew you off. She was a terrible texted but she kept you updated on where she was, when she’d be home. This was unusual behavior, you were worried about her, maybe something happened, maybe she had gotten injured. Your early stages of spiraling were put to rest when Jessie finally returned your messages at 3:21.

Jessie ☺️: I’m so sorry, I got caught up in some impromptu press stuff I didn’t know about, I’ll be home soon.

Slightly frustrated with her, you decide to get your revenge. Smirking to yourself you open your phone's camera before sliding your hand to the waistband of your thong. You move your hand down between your legs, taking a moment to touch yourself before deciding to take a photo. It wasn’t overly explicit, just showing your hand between your legs and a teasing glimpse of the blue lace, but it would get the idea into Jessie’s head.

You: I was told I’d be getting pleased by 3, just didn’t know I’d have to do it myself.

You watch as the message goes from delivered to read. You watch as she types for a moment, then stop, no message ever being delivered. You roll your eyes, losing your phone before lying back, letting your fingers mindlessly play with your core, not really trying to get yourself off but more just enjoying the feeling.

You heard the jingle of her keys and the door shut followed by quick footsteps and the bedroom door swinging open not long after. Jessie stood in the doorway still wearing her training kit. Her eyes fall to where your hand was still inside the lacy fabric.

“Oh wow.”

“Nice of you to show up.” You say firmly at her, sitting yourself up on your elbows, taking your fingers away from where they had been on your clit.

“I know, I’m so sorry, we just had media stuff that no one told us about.” As Jessie begins her frustrated rant regarding having to participate in media and the lack of warning your eyes can’t help but wander down her body to the slightly obvious tent of her training shorts.

“I just wish they’d given us a heads up, that would’ve been nice, but no, they made us all train and then shower and then we had to get back into clean training kits and pretend we were training again for photos.” Jessie continues on rambling.

Deciding you had heard enough you push yourself up from the bed and walk over to her. She continues talking, eyes now closed in frustration, complaining about her day until she feels your hand fall between her legs, cupping the noticeable arousal. Her eyes immediately open, falling to where your hand rested.

“Should we do something about this?” You look at her, giving a gentle squeeze to her bulge. She nods and you reach for her neck with your free hand, pulling her in hard to kiss you. Her body pressed into yours, letting her covered bulge grind against you. “Hang on Jess.” You manage to clear your mind enough to push her away gently. She steps back, her eyes trailing over your nearly naked body, drinking you in with her eyes.

“God I’m so lucky.” She mumbles to herself. You feel shy and yet confident under her gaze, knowing you could make her like this felt good.

“Lay down.” You say nodding at the bed. Jessie questions you with a glance. You throw your hands up. “Just do it, let me put on a show for you.” Running your hands over the lace of the bra you try to sell the lie you were telling her. You knew if you told her what you were about to do, she’d be stubborn. Promising a show would get her on the bed easily.

As you expected she quickly climbs on the bed situating herself in the middle. You follow her, making your way towards where she laid. Jessie sits up one hand out to reach for you, instead your hands find her shoulders and you gently push her down, putting her on her back before climbing to sit on her thighs.

“Hey that was mean.”

“So was telling me that you'd be mine at 3, and then not getting home until nearly 4.”

“I know, but babe I had media.” She tried to defend herself. You knew deep down it wasn’t her fault, but she could’ve at least texted.

“Shhh.” You put a finger to her lips. “No excuses, right?” You nod encouragingly down at her, until her own head mirrors the nod. You lean down kissing her hard, starting to slowly grind yourself down onto Jessie’s thighs. “Now,” you pause, “do you think you deserve a show?”

Jessie just looks at you, her eyes jumping around your face, unsure of how to answer, so she doesn’t. She continues to stare, her mouth opening every few seconds as if she’s going to answer before she closes it again.

“I don’t think you do. Had you been on time, I would’ve given you a show, I would’ve let you put your hands all over me, I would’ve let you pull these off of me, or maybe I would’ve let you decide if you wanted to fuck me while I was still wearing them. But you were late, and I had to start by myself.”

Jessie sighs, “Let me make it up to you, let me show you I’m sorry.” Her hands come to rest on your thighs, letting them creep up toward your core.

“No, keep your hands to yourself.” You say with a glare before moving off her thighs. You bring your hands lower, one cupping the obvious tent in her shorts. Giving it a quick squeeze, Jessie bucks her hips slightly.

You slowly draw down her shorts, making sure to tease her, taking your time getting the waistband past her erection, letting the fabric drag slowly over her cock. You then repeat the same tantalizing process with her tight compression boxers, finally letting her length spring free. You admire it for a second, giving it your full attention knowing it made Jessie feel shy but you wanted to truly appreciate her, all of her. “Is that all for me? Did I get you this hard?” You cock an eyebrow, looking up at her from where you sat between her legs.

Jessie nods in your direction, her eyes looking between her own arousal and your face.

“Tell me baby.” You encourage her.

“You make me so hard.”

“Good girl.” You praise her, causing her breath to hitch slightly at the words and her erection to bounce as her muscles clench In reaction to your words.

“You know I was thinking about this,” Your hand wraps around the base of her cock, “when I was touching myself. I was thinking about how well you fuck me, how wet I get for you, thinking about you, all of you, your fingers and your tongue and especially your cock.”

Jessie takes a deep breath, blinking quickly a few times, you can tell she’s trying to compose herself the way her hands fist the bedsheets before relaxing.

“You must’ve had some dirty thoughts of your own, the way you walked in the door already hard. What were you thinking about baby?”

“You.” Jessie tries to thrust her hips into your hand slightly, causing you to take your hand away from her.

“Tell me more.”

“I was thinking about that dirty little photo you sent me. I was thinking about fucking you.” You nod encouragingly as she speaks, bringing your hand back to her, running your fingers down her length. Her words stops and you once again take away your hand.

“More.” You say looking up at her.

She nods, looking to the ceiling for a moment. “I was thinking about, how sexy you are, how good you feel around me,” Jessie’s words fill the air, you bring your mouth to the tip of her cock, your tongue grazing over the head, cleaning the precum that was leaking from the tip. When Jessie’s voice stops you pull your head back and look up to see her eyes blown wide and mouth slightly ajar.

“You stop talking, I stop too.”

“Your pussy, I was thinking about your pussy, how tight you feel, how you’re made for me.” As she speaks you take the head of her length into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around it, pleased with yourself when she stumbles over her words. “I was thinking about how I want to be deep inside of you, making you scream my name.”

Rewarding her you take her length into your mouth until the tip hits the back of your throat, before pulling off and watching in amusement as she thrusts into the air, wanting your mouth back. “I don’t think you deserve to be in my mouth, and you certainly don’t deserve to be in my pussy.” Jessie just lets out another sigh as she looks up at you with a silent beg.

Your hand strokes Jessie’s length once, spreading your saliva along it before your hand comes to hold it for a moment. Slowly you push her cock down, the tip coming to rest on her stomach just below her bellybutton. You hold it flat against her stomach and begin to adjust yourself. You move upward, off her thighs to hover over her hips, your core just inches away from where you knew she wanted it.

Smirking down at her you pull your panties to the side and lower yourself onto her. You raised an eyebrow as you gave a tentative grind yourself along Jessie’s length, watching her for any signs of discomfort. The stuttered breath from Jessie gave you all the information you needed to know, she was enjoying this as well.

You repeat your motion, letting the slick of your arousal coat the underside of her cock. Looking up from where the head of her cock was starting to leak onto her stomach you find Jessie’s face mesmerized as she watched you grind on her. “Guess you’re getting a show after all.” You say smugly, her eyes pulling away and coming up to meet yours. “Like what you see?”

A smile creeps onto Jessie’s face as she nods. “Yeah, you look fucking gorgeous.”

“Would this make it better?” You say as you reach a hand behind your back, removing the clasp on your bra and letting the material slide down your shoulders slightly. You remove the bra, tossing it to the side and you swear you can feel Jessie’s cock twitch against you. Her hands start to move upward before you move your own hands to cover your chest. “It’s just a show, no touching, if you had been on time you could’ve touched me in any way you wanted.” Standing up quickly, despite Jessie’s whine as the loss of contact, you strip off the panties you had already soaked, dropping them on the floor before climbing back onto the bed and settling yourself on Jessie’s cock.

Feeling smug at the way Jessie lets out a small huff of frustration, you rock back and forth again, this time making sure to grind your clit against her head, knowing that’s where she was most sensitive. “Fuck.” Jessie’s hands grip your thighs, her nails digging in slightly. You feel her arms tense as they try to encourage your grinding motion.

Fed up with her, you grab her wrists, pulling them from your thighs, noticing the way your skin flashes white before returning pink from how hard she had been gripping you. You lace your fingers with hers before leaning forward, pinning her arms above her head. “What did I say? No touching. You’re not in charge anymore, you lost that privilege when you were late.” You watch as Jessie’s eyes widen in what appears to be shock, you weren’t normally one to be dominant in the bedroom, that was usually her role. You felt uneasy for a moment watching her reaction, worried you’d made her uncomfortable, but she just looked up at you before swallowing hard and nodding.

“Please.” She let out what would be an otherwise embarrassing whine, but you knew she didn’t care. You could feel the way her body tensed under yours, her hands clenching into fists. You just smile and shake your head down at her.

She could flip the two of you easily, you both knew it. She was stronger, even in her compromised position she had leg, core, and arm strength that yours couldn’t match. While she could overpower you, Jessie also knew this was a punishment, she had gotten held up at work and failed to tell you, so while she could flip you, easily have her way with you, she remained flat on the bed, looking up helplessly at you.

“Babe, please, I’m so sorry.”

“Hmmm.” You pretend to ponder the choices, knowing fully that you weren’t going to let her get her way just yet. “No, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”

“I have, babe I’ll never do it again.” You can feel her starting to squirm more beneath you. “Let me show you how sorry I am, let me make you feel good.”

“I’m feeling plenty good. I think it’s you who’s a little worked up.” You lean down putting your mouth to her ear. “I think you just want to be in my tight pussy.” You whisper, punctuating your sentence by grazing your teeth along her ear.

“I- “fuck, I do, I want to be inside you, but I want to make you feel good.”

“Like I said, I’m feeling plenty good.” You emphasize your words with a roll of your hips, watching as Jessie’s mouth falls open and she briefly closes her eyes. Taking her silence as acceptance of her punishment, you continue grinding yourself along her, enjoying the way her face contorts trying to hide how good you were making her feel.

You start to notice how Jessie’s breathing picks up, going from long, deep breaths trying to compose herself, to quicker, less even breathing. It doesn’t take long before Jessie speaks up again. “Fuck, babe, I’m gonna cum soon if you don’t stop.”

“Yeah?” You let your hips stall for a moment and watch as Jessie instantly relaxes below you, taking in a slow deep breath.

“Yeah, you’ve got me so close.”

“Good.” You smirk down at her as you begin moving your hips, you watch as frustration flushes through Jessie’s face before being replaced with pleasure as you grind yourself onto the head of her cock. Her eyes begin to roll back before she quickly shuts her eyes, letting out a strained grunt.

“Fuck.” She mutters, head thrown back slightly. “Fuck, babe.” She sends you a glare, an expression of annoyance across her face. ”Seriously. I’m going to cum.”

“Then do it.” You shrug your shoulders.

“No.” Jessie shakes her head against the pillow, her eyes pinched shut, “Not yet, I want to cum inside you.” You almost laugh at her expression. You hardly ever got to see Jessie like this, putty in your hands,

“If you wanted to cum inside me maybe you would’ve come home on time.” You couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself as you watched your usually in control, level headed, calm girlfriend fall apart beneath you. “Then you could’ve been so deep inside me, any position you would’ve wanted, let you manhandle me, use me, I would’ve let you cum in me. But you were late.”

She shuts her mouth, lips tight, she squints at you, not saying a word.

“Oh, are you upset baby?” You tease her. Putting both of her wrists in one hand you grab her chin with the other, making her look at you. She glares up at you, still not speaking. “Okay well how about I give you options? Would you like that?”

Jessie keeps her glare for a moment before giving in and nodding.

“Okay, well you can either cum now just like this,” you gesture downward to where her cock still remained nestled between your lips. “Or, you don’t cum at all, I’ll climb off, leave you here, and use one of our toys to finish the job. What would you prefer?” You notice the degrading tone you’re using toward her, but you also don’t care.

She doesn’t give you an answer right away, to tease her you start to shift your weight as if you’re going to stand up. “Like this.” She finally mutters.

“Good choice.” You sit back down with a grin, returning to your previous motion, making sure to focus your attention on the head of her cock. It’s only a few minutes later that Jessie starts to quietly whine.

You know it’s coming, you can tell by her facial expressions, the way she scrunches her nose and her eyebrows pinch together. Her chest begins to heave. You finally release her hands, realizing just how hard she was straining against you, they immediately grab your hips as you allow her to aid your grinding motion as she ever so slightly thrusts her hips. The way her eyes get wide as if giving you one last plea to be inside of you before slamming shut, her lips falling apart as a deep groan from her fills the air.

Pausing your own thrusts you watch as her hips thrust roughly twice before stalling, the head of her cock nestled between your lips. You can feel her tense up below you. A whisper of profanities comes from her mouth. Her hands tighten on your thighs, her nails indenting your skin, her thighs and core clenched and she holds her breath as she begins to cum, traces being shot over her own chest. A whine full of pleasure mixed with frustration escapes her body as you feel her length twitch beneath you.

“Now that you got yours, I want mine.” You say starting to grind yourself on her again. You knew you had to be quick, using her length while it was still hard you moved yourself faster, grinding yourself harder. Jessie gasps as you begin to pleasure yourself once again, using her overly stimulated cock.

“Oh fuck, this is so good Jess.” Feeling yourself get closer to the edge you no longer care that she’s touching you, not enough self control to slow your impending orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,” Jessie groans beneath you, her eyes are still closed as she tries to keep her composure long enough to help you get your orgasm. she bites her lip hard stuck between the immense pleasure and overstimulation she was experiencing. “Too much.” She whines as you speed up your hips, your hands flat on her chest using her for leverage.

“You can take it. I’m almost there Jess.” You knew if she needed you to stop she’d tell you, you also knew she’d do anything to get you your pleasure. Her hands kneaded at your thighs as she tried to hold herself together long enough to help you. She nodded, adding in a thrust with her hips, aiding in the stimulation on your clit.

“Right there, fuck.” You can feel your thighs beginning to tremble on either side of Jessie’s waist as your orgasm creeps closer. Your hands leave her chest and move to your own, letting your fingertips graze over your sensitive nipples. You did it knowing it would give you the tiny bit of sensation you needed to get over the edge but also because you knew it drove Jessie crazy.

As you expected, her mouth falls open in awe watching you. You catch her eyes for one moment before your own close as you throw your head back, your orgasm crashing down. The feeling of release radiates from your core across the rest of your body causing you to tense, stalling your hips momentarily. You jerk your hips against Jessie a few times, working yourself through your orgasm, before collapsing forward. A small sigh leaves your lips as your head comes to rest in the crook of her neck as you wind down. Your breathing is quick and shallow against her skin.

You allow yourself only a minute to recover before pushing yourself up from where you lay on her chest. “I love you, don’t be late next time.” You smirked as you rolled over, still spent from your own orgasm you lay for just a second before quickly getting up. “I’m going to shower.” You look back for a second admiring your girlfriend, her chest covered in her cum, her now softening cock still resting up on her stomach, covered in your own arousal, she looked beautifully spent.

Jessie laid on the bed still, nearly frozen in place, unable to comprehend the past hour. A feeling of overstimulation was still lingering between her thighs but also so was a strong desire to go again. She couldn’t believe the way you took control, the way you held your own against her. She was so used to you crumbling under her touch, falling into submission quickly, but you hadn’t this time. You took control, you had pushed her down on the bed, you had your way with her, you made her submissive. What was confusing Jessie’s mind the most was how much she had liked it.

Laying back, thinking of how you had pinned her hands above her head, how you had her begging for you, how hot you looked using her body to get yourself off. She was in awe, speechless, dumbfounded and overall she was aroused. She looked down, seeing the remnants of her previous orgasm across her stomach and chest, as well as her cock that was beginning to rise again. She needed you.

You waited in the bathroom for a moment, shower running, waiting for your girlfriend to join you. When she didn’t and you didn’t hear her move, you wandered back into the bedroom, still seeing Jessie laid on her back. “Are you joining me, or should I shower by myself, oh!” You stop your question noticing the hard on Jessie was displaying.

Her hands immediately move downward to conceal herself as a smirk grows on your face. “Ready to go again already?”

You watch as the expression on Jessie’s face turns to one you know all too well. Gone was the shy, sweet, submissive side of your girlfriend, her face now firm stared back at you. She was about to get her revenge.

She moved off the bed and toward you, her hand grabbing your chin and pulling it to look at her. “Get in the shower. Seems like someone needs a reminder of who’s in charge around here, and I think we’ll start with you cleaning me up with that smart little tongue of yours.”

[thirstywoso]

Patience is a virtue - Jessie Fleming x Reader 18+

W/C: 1.9k

AN: this was a rush job, work has been less than great lately, to the point that I'm very stressed out and have not had a moment to switch off in awhile and I've also started seeing someone but I've been in my head about it slightly. So that's why my posts are just messy as of late and also rushed

Warnings: gp smut, MDNI, oral given and received, light choking, penetration, slight breeding kink, I think that's it?

It was all you could think about throughout the day, the way Jessie had throbbed against your hand this morning whilst you were slowly making out with her.

Unfortunately for you, her alarm began ringing out signalling that it was time for you to both get up, Jessie to training and yourself to get started in your home office.

After Jessie took a long cold shower she came into where you had set yourself up with a coffee at your desk and was getting ready start your day of work.

Putting her hands on your shoulders and leaning down to peck your cheek "see you when I am home my love" she punctuates with another kiss to your cheek.

"Okay baby, your coffee is on the counter ready to take with you!" You call out to her as she walks out of the room.

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Around mid morning Jessie was in a tactics meeting and you were sat staring at your computer screen, unable to get your head into any of the work you had to do.

The way Jessie's length felt in your palm through her boxers was the only thing on your mind, you decide perhaps against your better judgement that you'd send her some risky photos. In your mind it was only right to tease her like she had teased you.

You: wish you and that mouth were here

*photo attachment*

(A photo of your cleavage in a lacy white bra, ironic that white was a symbol of purity and innocence when you were anything but. Although with your puppy dog eyes you were sure you could convince Jessie that it was an honest mistake)

You sent a few more becoming increasingly more revealing until you received a reply.

Jessie: You better stop that shit right now

*photo attachment*

You could just about make out Jessie sat in the bathroom stall with a tent in her training shorts.

You: or what?

Jessie: you don't want to find out!

Oh but you really did, after teasing Jessie a little longer you decided it might be worth doing some work. Before you knew it 3pm was rolling around and you heard

Jessie's keys in the door.

"Baby?" She calls out as she puts the keys in the bowl by the door.

"Yes" you say skipping out of your office toward her.

It's then when you see the smile on her face switch to a more serious look, swallowing hard your eyes scan up her body until you are looking into hers.

"On your fucking knees!" She demands, her voice very much telling how serious she was.

You didn't dare disobey, falling to your knees regretting not changing into something other than shorts because you were certain you'd end up with carpet burn on your knees.

Reaching the floor you look up at Jessie with wide submissive eyes causing her to growl as her thumb runs over your bottom lip dragging it down to show your teeth.

"Such a pretty fucking mouth, you gonna show me how good it can be too baby?" She asks with a slight lilt in her voice.

Your hands find the waistband of her shorts and you begin dragging them down her thighs, the bulge evident in her boxers. Reaching her ankles you help her kick them off before you palm her over her boxers again.

Slowly stroking her through the cloth, looking up into her eyes as you feel her stiffen to your touch.

You bite your lip as your fingers dance along her waistband once again beginning to tug them down, Jessie's cock springing up into the air, jutting out towards your face, you can't help but instinctively lick your lips.

She lifts her shirt over her head as you discard the boxers, you make eye contact with her once again seeing the stern look on her face and know exactly what she wants.

Spiting on her cock and into the palm of your hand you begin to work her hardening cock up and down. Running your thumb along the tip before twisting your palm against her. Causing her toes to curl into the carpet, you lick your lips once again.

Your delicate pink tongue poking out from your soft lips as you pull the head of Jessie's throbbing cock toward your waiting mouth. Taking her into your mouth slowly circling your tongue around the head before hollowing your cheeks and taking her deeper.

Bobbing your head up and down on her length, one hand steadying yourself by grabbing on to her hip, the other working the base of her shaft.

Reaching the tip each time you pull back you flick your tongue along her slit whilst continuing to give her your seductive eyes before sinking her cock back down your throat. Gently gagging on her as your eyes water, Jessie swearing she had never seen such a heavenly sight in her 26 years in earth.

You continue on like this, slowing your ministrations any time you felt a shake in her legs and then once calm again you sped up choking yourself on your wife.

"Fuck baby, you look so pretty when you cry" she says wiping the tears that were forming in your eyes.

You give her a lopsided smile around her shaft at the compliment, eyes rolling back in your head as she bottoms out in your throat her hand pulling your hair back so she can look you in the eyes.

You continue to sloppily fuck her with your skilled mouth before gathering the mess you've made and using both hands to jerk her off, twisting in different directions speeding up your administrations, Jessie gritting her teeth and breathing heavy trying her best not to blow her load right then and there.

"Get up!" She demands "bedroom now"

You do exactly as she says, she spanks your ass as you turn to run up the stairs following closely behind. As you get to your bedroom she grabs you by your waist throwing you onto the bed.

Hovering over you she removes your clothes so you were now as exposed as her, the glisten between your legs was not missed by Jessie. Without giving you a second to think her tongue flattens against your dripping core.

Stiffening to add that slight more pressure to your throbbing clit, circling it in a rapid pattern making your thighs shake, allowing you some reprieve she dips into your entrance. The pooling arousal dripping down her tongue allowing her to swallow your flavour, she deemed you ready or at least that's what she told her self when she couldn't hold back any longer.

Crawling up the bed so she was looking down boring into you with her dark lustful eyes, grabbing herself by the base she gently runs the tip of her cock through your folds earning her some shuddering breaths from you.

Gently pushing in she could feel your delicious stretch around her tip, your mouth hang agape as her pelvic bone fell flush with your clit.

Your wife had filled you up on too many occasions to count but the feeling of her deep inside you could never get old, Jessie agreed the feeling of your warm walls and the way you squeezed and fluttered around her was intoxicating.

Pulling back she began to set a pace, slowly dragging herself out before plunging back in grinding her hips each time sending a shiver up your spine.

Your hands reached out holding her cheeks as she leant down to kiss you, your thumbs tracing patterns along her soft skin as she began to thrust into you with more vigour, your bottom lip bitten between her teeth.

Your eyes and hers screwed shut as pleasure took over your bodies, the slapping of skin and soft whimpers filling the room as she fucked you.

Holding her tight to your body you concentrated on the feeling of her filling you up, leaving you empty, filling you up and leaving you empty on repeat, the ache you had as you yearned for her to be back inside you followed by the earth shattering, toe curling feeling of her slamming back into you stretching your channel and hitting your most sensitive spot over and over again.

It wasn't long before your hands traveled off of her face and on to her shoulders, your nails raking up and down her back getting progressively harder as she speeds up her ministrations. Jessie's hand gently placed around your throat as she steadies herself, not hard enough to choke you but enough so you knew she could if she wanted to.

As her hips continue to piston down toward yourself and the mattress your hips thrust up to meet her, a jolt of pleasure every time she hits your clit. Reaching down you begin to circle the tight bundle of nerves in time with the way you were being fucked.

Your eyes closing momentarily as a feeling of warmth flooded your entire body causing you to shiver and clamp down on Jessie. Just as you start to see white Jessie stops. Flipping you over so she's on her back and you're on top of her, looking down into her big homely brown eyes that we're currently black with lust.

Grabbing your hips she pulls you back and forth helping you ride her thick cock, one hand reaching up and squeezing your breast. Your nipple hardening under the flicks from her thumb, her mouth watering at the sight of you.

After getting into a rhythm you both found mesmerising you begin to slowly bounce up and down on Jessie, eventually once comfortable you speed up, throwing your head back, closing your eyes whilst your mouth hangs open, a loud gasp and then a sigh falling from your lips as her cock hits you deep inside.

It's not long until you're close and judging by the way Jessie bites her lip it's clear she's not far off either.

"Jessie, please..." you pant out

"Please what?"

"Please can I cum?"

She nods her head as she flips you back around so she can thrust deep inside you, your loud moans and screams driving her wild.

"Where do you want me to cum baby?"

"Inside" you groan as you cum around her cock

"Baby you know I can't" she gasps, panting as her release begins before she can stop herself. She begins to pull out as she walks on her knees up the bed, covering your tits and out stretched tongue with her load.

"I think you already did" you laugh as you swallow what had landed in your mouth.

"Fuck, I'll go to the store and get the morning after pill, if I go now we should be fine" she says scrambling to get off the bed when you grab her wrist pulling her back

"No, don't, please fuck me again, this time put a baby in me" you tell her more than ask her.

"Fuck..." she mutters under her breath before instantly hardening again.

(Maybe I'll do a part 2 if I get asked/ have time)

[alotofpockets]

You called | Jessie Fleming x Chelsea!Reader & Niamh Charles x Best friend!Reader

5k celebration prompt: "You came." - "You called."

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.5k

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Usually you were the one bringing the vibes to the locker room. It didn’t matter if it was before a game or just before training. You were the locker room DJ, trying to get everyone in a good mood, and were always found chatting with your teammates.

Today before training however, your teammates weren’t met with your usual bubbly personality. You walked into the locker room with your headphones on, and no sign that you were going to take them off. Sending a small smile their way before sitting down in your own cubby.

A few looks were shared between your teammates. “I’ve got it.” Niamh said softly, earning a nod from her fellow worried teammates. Niamh was your best friend and roommate, so the team trusted her to be the one that could come through for you.

Once everyone else had left the room, Niamh moved to sit next to you. She nudged your shoulder with her own to get your attention. “Oh sorry.” You say while sliding your headphones down. 

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to see if you were okay to join practice or if you wanted to head home.” Her voice was soft, as if she was afraid that if she spoke any louder, you would break. 

“Yeah I need to join practice.” Her brow furrowed slightly. “You need to?” 

With a nod you answered, “If I want to play on Sunday then yes, I need to.” Niamh understood then. She knew your mom’s birthday was coming up, the first one after she had passed, and you had been down the last couple of days because of it. 

Niamh had been there for you since you first shared that you were struggling with your mum’s birthday coming up, and you had shared that you wanted to play on her birthday, because you wanted to make her proud.

Today was the last training session before the match on Sunday. Sunday, the day of your mom’s birthday. So, you needed to join practice to make the squad for the game.

“Come on then.” She stood up and held out her hand. “Let’s go and make your mom proud, alright?” You let her pull you up and walk out to the pitch together. 

For a moment you could put all your other thoughts aside and just play football, but once you were back in the locker room, your headphones came back on and you blocked out the world around you.

Your teammates had worried looks on their faces, but they went unnoticed by you. “Did you find out what’s going on?” Guro asks Niamh. “Yeah, her mum’s birthday is coming up on Sunday.” 

Niamh didn’t have to say more, the team all knew how hard your mom’s passing had been for you. And with the many firsts without her you had already faced, they knew you would just need some space.

“Ready to go home?” Niamh asked once everyone had packed up and left. You nod and follow her to her car. 

When you got back home, you went straight to your room and fell down onto the bed. Niamh was putting her bags away first and then wanted to check on you, but as she walks up to your door, she hears you talking to Jessie. Niamh backed up and let you have time with your girlfriend.

Jessie had moved to Portland after she signed for the Thorns, and you had been doing long distance for the first time. It had its ups and downs, but in the end you and Jessie made it work. It was moments like this that you hated the distance though.

It didn’t take long before your tears started rolling down your cheeks. “I wish you were here.” You said softly, before you let Jessie answer, you added. “But I know I can’t ask that of you.”

“I know, baby. I wish I could hold you and offer you more comfort than just my voice.” Jessie wanted nothing more than to reach out through the screen and pull you into a hug.

You stayed on the phone with Jessie for hours until you fell asleep. She stayed on the call as long as she could, like you had done many nights before, only hanging up when she had to go. She texted you a sweet message before ending the call and heading out.

The next morning, Niamh had gotten breakfast ready while you were getting dressed. When you got downstairs, you thanked her before silently eating what she prepared. 

“Are you ready to head out?” She asked with the keys in her hand. “Just one thing, I’ll be right there.” Niamh nodded and headed to her car to put the bags into the car and give you a moment. 

You headed to your room and grabbed one of the pictures that was hanging on your mirror. It was a polaroid picture your dad had taken of you and your mom when they took you to your first ever football game. Both you and your mom in a Chelsea jersey. You let your fingers move over the text your mom had written on the picture. 

After snapping a quick picture of it and posting it to your story, you headed to the car where Niamh was waiting for you.

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y/n_y/l/n just posted to their story

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The car ride to the stadium was quiet, the only sound coming from the radio that was softly playing. Niamh was the one to break the silence just before you took the turn to the Stadium. “I bet she’s always proud of you.” The comment instantly made your eyes water. “She was always in the stands when we played at home, watching you play. I know that if she would’ve been able to, she would’ve traveled everywhere we played.” 

You smiled through the tears, knowing that Niamh was right. If it wasn’t for her own job, she would have traveled the whole world to see you play. “Thank you.” You say as you wipe away your tears as you enter the parking lot.

Once in the locker room, you sat down in your cubby to get ready. Someone else taking over DJ duties, as you were not feeling up to that still. You put the picture of you and your mom in your cubby to have it with you. You were in your own bubble getting ready, until Niamh nudged your shoulder. “Look up.”

You lifted up your head to see what she was talking about and were met with Jessie. It took you a second to realise what was happening, a moment where you were just staring at her. When it finally sunk in you got up and ran into her arms. 

“You came.” You said as you held her tight. “You called.” She said as if it was the most normal thing to fly from Portland to London on a whim, while her season was in full swing. “But your game.” You said as you stepped back. “Don’t worry about it. You needed me, so I cleared it with the coach and got on the first flight out.”

Once you had your moment with her, she hugged the rest of her former teammates. “Alright, have a good game everyone.” She waved before taking you to the side. 

“You’re gonna do great out there. Your mom would be so proud of you for being out there.” She brought you in for another hug. “I’m gonna join your dad in the stands, and see you after the match, alright?” 

“My dad is here?” You asked confused. “He said an important meeting came up, and he didn’t know if he was going to be able to make it.” Jessie smiled and nodded. “Yeah, his meeting was picking me up from the airport. We just didn’t know if we were gonna make it before kick off. Luckily traffic wasn’t too bad.”

You couldn’t believe it. Having both Jessie and your dad in the stands today meant the world to you.

After celebrating the win with the team on the field, you headed home. Jessie and your dad were already there once you and Niamh got back. 

“We got a cake. It was your mom’s favourite.” He said, his voice breaking slightly. You knew how hard her death had been on him as well. “I thought we could light some candles and celebrate her.” You nodded and smiled, while tears formed in your eyes. “That sounds nice.”

You give your dad a big hug, before you get the cake ready together. It was a nice moment, with a lot of emotions, but you were glad you got to spend it with the people closest to you.

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[repulsiveliquidation]

Thorn in My Side || Jessie Fleming

warnings : mentions of injury and surgeries. insinuations of cheating and false accusations. angst. happy ending and smut will be in part two.

summary : you get injured, its Jessie's fault. or so you thought.

a/n : as i type this, i think i've figured out how to incorporate the smut! i'll get to writing as soon as this is posted! i'm not sure if it makes much sense, here's to hoping. enjoy.

“for your UCLA Bruins, number 21, Jessie Fleming!”

Jessie steps forward and smiles, waving to the flood of Bruins fans in the stands cheering them on. You clap with a scowl on your face, watching as the girls in the stands ogle and fawn over her. You’re admittedly jealous of her for reasons unbeknownst to you, but seeing the 5’5’ Canadian made your blood boil.

She was good on the football pitch and was smart to go along with it. Jessie had it all. Being called up for most of her time in school and playing for her national team made her well-known in the soccer world from the moment she was here in America.

She was ferocious on the grass, a fearless midfielder who put everything out there.

The game was a close one, tied at the half 2-2. There were lots of contact, tackles, and battles that made it clear to anyone watching that there was tension between you and Jessie. One always found the other; if one had the ball, the other wanted it.

You had possession, running towards goal. There was a flash of blue and you were on the ground yelling in pain, hands clutching at your ankle. There was a loud pop and your ankle began to swell. The trainers came over and were hauling you off on a stretcher almost immediately, the ref showing Jessie a yellow for the unsafe tackle. It wasn’t a red card because really you fell a little weird and her studs were nowhere near your ankle.

She looked genuinely sorry, taking your hand in hers as you were stretchered off. You were in too much pain to care, shoving her hand out of yours and your teammates pulling her away from you.

A broken ankle was what they said. It was a clean break but you needed surgery and that meant no more soccer for the season.

Just great.

They put you in a wheelchair before you head to the hospital, your parents are already at the stadium to take you. You hear the final whistle blow and your teammate rolls you in, the girls all feeling sad when you tell them the news. There’s a little Bruins blue in the sea of Trojans in front of you and there’s a Canadian standing there digging her cleat into the grass, wanting to apologize.

Megan and Kasey stand beside you just in case things get a little heated. Jessie steps forward and looks more sorry for you when she sees the bandages and you in a wheelchair.

“Is it broken?” she asks genuinely, looking at your leg and then at you.

“No thanks to you,” you snide, rolling your eyes at her. “What do you want now, Fleming?”

“I wanted to apologize, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she says sincerely but you’re too bitter to hear her take ownership of her actions.

“You knew what you were doing, Fleming. You’ve always been out to get me our entire college career and now in our final year you finally get what you want!”

You don’t know the tears were starting until they did, pouring down your face hot and fast. She looked a little mortified and pale, backing away and saying she was sorry over and over before a sea of Bruins pulled her away to celebrate their win.

The whole car ride to the hospital you spent weeping, thinking about how you’re not going to be able to play your senior year out like you had hoped. But more so of the look of pure horror on Jessie’s face when you accused her of hating you so much that she would purposely hurt you.

She looked on the verge of tears. Like hurting you scared her.  

You scared her.

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“The break is clean, but rehab will take a while if you’re not careful,” said Dr. Jeff, the attending podiatrist.

“How long?”

“You’re looking at 14 to 16 weeks, kiddo. Two years if you’re stubborn like most of my patients are.”

“16 weeks sounds great.”

“Smart kid you got here,” the doctor tells your parents with a smile, “I’ll schedule you in for surgery today, you should be out of here by the end of the week.”

The doctor leaves and your mother begins to fuss, propping up pillows and getting your nurse to bring you more jello. Your father, on the other hand, has a look of all-knowing on his face.

“I’m sorry Dad,” you begin, head hanging low the moment your mother leaves the room.

“Don’t be sorry, peanut. These things happen. Better now than when you’re on a professional team, yeah?”

“She didn’t really make me break my ankle did she?” you ask, looking up at your dad who was rubbing your back as the tears filled your eyes again.

“It was the perfect tackle, kiddo. You just fell a little funny is all.”

“She looked so horrified when I said she did it on purpose,” you sob, leaning into your father’s stomach. He held you tight and cradled your head, your heart hurting more than your broken ankle, the face Jessie made when the words left your mouth etched behind your eyelids.

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There are plenty of flowers in your room the moment you wake from surgery. Lots of cards and get well soon balloons hung from the ceiling. You were still groggy when your teammates visited, Megan was sure to bring lots of Sharpies to sign your cast with, all the girls leaving a nice note for you on it.

There was an hour left for visitations and your parents just left to wash up at home. You were mindlessly scrolling through the terrible TV channel selections while finishing your 5th Jello cup when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” you yell, thinking it was a nurse coming to check your vitals again. What you didn’t expect was to see a brunette Canadian poking her head through the door.

“Hi,” she said sheepishly, standing by the door unsure if you really would want her to come in.

“What are you doing here?” you ask as kindly as possible, eyes flickering towards the clock above the door, “it’s late, why aren’t you back at school?”

“Spring Break, my parents are down from Canada so I asked to see you before we drove back,” she says quietly, stepping in a little more. “Can I come in?”

You nod, unsure if your mouth would be polite enough. Anger still seethed in your bones but the look of sheer horror on her face was still fresh in your mind.

“How bad was it?” she begins, still standing near the now-closed door.

“Clean break, should take 16 weeks if I’m careful.”

“That’s good. The doctors here are great.”

“They are quite convincing, they know how to get a patient to stay on their medical plan.”

“Did you get Dr. Jeff?”

“He accused me of being stubborn.”

Jessie laughs and you smile, a light blush creeping up your cheeks. It’s an adorable sound and her face of laughter replaces the one of fear you had burned into your mind.

“I’m really sorry for all this,” she begins but you cut her off.

“It wasn’t your fault, my dad said it was a clean tackle. I just fell funny.”

You looked up at her and saw the relief on her face and she stepped forward, taking your hand in hers. You took a deep breath and reciprocated her ownership of her mistakes, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders the moment you looked her in the eyes.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said the other day Jessie, that was not fair to you.”

“Heat of the moment love, don’t worry about it.”

Your heart clenches hard when the pet name slips out of her lips and you smile, hoping she didn’t see your eyes dilate and feel your skin warm up. She nods and bids goodbye just as her phone rings which tells you her parents are waiting outside.

You sit there giddy and a little starstruck as she disappears out of view. Your hand is warm from her touch and you can still feel her hand holding yours. You thump your head back and curse loudly, before grabbing your leg in pain temporarily forgetting that you were actually hurt.

You giggle and bite your lip, shaking your head when your phone dings.

Maybe: Jessie Fleming.

“You look cute when you’re flustered.”

You clap a hand to your mouth and smile, face heating up with a dark blush.

“You did this, you better fix it.”

“I think we can make that happen, love.”

You don’t think you slept much that night, texting till the sun came up. Your parents came in to check on you in the morning and found you with your phone still on call with Jessie but you two were asleep. You woke up to your doctors talking to your parents and discussing your rehab plan. There was another text from Jessie, making your heart skip a beat.

“You’re also very cute when you’re sleeping.”

Over the next few weeks, you two talked constantly. Jessie kept you company when you were bored at rehab and you kept her company while she was training on her own. You called her every night before bed, giggling and laughing well into the night most nights.

“How is rehab coming along?” Jessie asked as you were lying back on the examination table to relax your ankle. She was in her bed, looking as stunning as you had been denying yourself the chance to admit.

“Good, looks like I can put pressure on it by next week if Tiff lets me,” you say, side-eyeing your trainer Tiffany who was doing cupping on another teammate’s back.  

“Girl, I will hold your papers hostage, don’t test me,” Tiffany jokes, waving the lit fire stick at you.

“Yes ma’am I’ll be super-duper extra careful!” you answer with a salute, making Jessie laugh so loud it rings through the room. Most of your teammates know the thing you’ve got going with her and think it’s cute.

All but one.  

Megan.

She stood at the door listening to you ramble on about Jessie this and Jessie that, her blood boiling at the thought of you being buddy-buddy with the girl she believed to be the one who hurt you.

Megan was a freshman who was from Florida. She was a great pick from her high school team, and the best defender on the East Coast. She made the team here at USC and to say the least, she fit right in.

There was homogeny that wasn’t there before she joined and the linkup between you and her helped you take her under your wing. She looked up to you and was so ecstatic to play with you after watching you on TV.

She felt that Jessie took away her only chance to play with you before you graduated.

Jessie needed to pay.

“Hey, weird question,” Jessie starts, one night while you two were tucked in bed and on the phone with each other.

“Yeah?” you ask, turning over onto your side. Jessie looked a little concerned but you shrugged it off, the girl was known to constantly look worried.

“Someone sent me this photo but it’s from an unknown number, I thought it was weird.”

Sent.

You looked at it in shock.

It was you. Kissing a girl on the basketball team.

“Jess this isn’t me.”

“I’m not blind you know, that’s you.”

“Jessie, I swear this was doctored! I’ve never talked to this girl, let alone fucking kissed her!”

“Then why did the fucking photo come with a text that said, “She’s not who you think she is,”?”

“I don’t know! No one else but the girls know about you and me! I promise Jessie please!”

“I need some time to think. Leave me alone.”

She hangs up.

The tears fill your eyes as you stare at this photo. You don’t even think you’ve crossed paths with this girl, having not been the biggest fan of basketball. But your face was clearly there and hers was too. Her lips were on yours and you looked like you were enjoying yourself.

You think and you think hard. You didn’t go to any parties lately with your leg and you haven’t been to any games of theirs. You stared at the photo for hours, wracking your brain for some kind of explanation.

An explanation as to why Jessie looked so hurt at the thought of you with someone else.

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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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