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Still Yours

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie spent years avoiding vulnerability, holding everything in and doing her best to meet everyone's expectations. When she finally cracks, it could cost her everything she holds dear.

Warnings: Cheating. Angst. References to sex (nothing explicit). Language.

A/N: This is the cheating fic. It exists in the G!P universe. It's going to be several chapters that show the aftermath of Jessie's indiscretion. She's aged up in this to fit the storyline I was picturing.

“That’s a wrap.”

The corner of Jessie's mouth turned up just slightly despite the heaviness in her chest at those words.

“In more ways than one,” she said wryly as she mustered up a more fulsome smile.

Put on a smile. It's what she always did. Even when she felt lost and hollow inside.

“You made it through.”

Jessie’s smile grew less burdensome at the comment. She turned her attention to the woman who was now dismantling the video equipment.

“I owe you thanks for that,” Jessie offered. "It's no secret I hate this kind of stuff. But," she shrugged, "this was about as painless as it could've been."

Mia, the videographer hired for this project, shot her a smirk.

“I'm hardly owed thanks,” she dismissed as she collapsed the tripod. She set her eyes on Jessie and gave a light shrug. “It's not every day you get to do the retirement video for one of the country's national treasures. You may say you hate the camera, but it loves you and the fans do, too."

"Hm," Jessie voiced as she offered a tight-lipped smile.

National treasure. The fans. The crowds. The energy. The adrenaline. The stakes. This sport had brought her to tears so many times over the years - tears of frustration, of happiness, of pain - she'd experienced every emotion, every high and low. And now, it was finally coming to a close.

Long ago, she'd said there was life for her after football. She'd been confident of it. But now it was upon her, she didn't feel nearly as sure.

Football had been something she sort of fell into in a way. She was a natural. She worked at it - damn hard, too - but before she knew it, she was getting call ups to the national team when she was in high school. Full-ride scholarships. Drafted to top-tier teams across the globe. Record-setting transfer fees. The captain's arm band. Inheriting a legacy and doing her best to carry it forward.

She didn't plan all of this, but it became her life nonetheless. It became who she was. Expectations upon expectations being layered on year after year. At this point, she could hardly remember a life - or an identity - outside of it.

The trajectory had been thrilling and a blur. She was on automatic in a lot of ways - her next steps laid out for her by her parents, by agents, by coaches. Success came on hard and fast. From a skinny, awkward little teen running onto the pitch for Canada, to quickly earning medals and lifting trophies. To now - to riding the bench, missed shots, missed passes. Her mind could visualize everything she needed to do, but the body was no longer willing.

She didn't want to retire like this. The hope was always to go out strong and on top, but instead, it felt more like a whimper.

After her missed penalty resulted in Canada having another early exit in a major tournament - one more thing in what felt like a too-long line of misplays and shortcomings - she made a decision.

It may have seemed a bit of a knee-jerk reaction, but deep down, this had been nagging at her. It felt a long time coming. The highs of her early, even mid-, twenties, felt like a lifetime ago sometimes.

She'd spent most of her early life being a prodigy. People had nothing but high hopes and expectations for her since she was a teen. Praise and accolades raining down even if she shied away from it all. Still, she did her damnedest to be perfect. It nearly killed her sometimes.

She had expectations to live up to. And they could be crushing. Not that she let on. Even when she could no longer meet those expectations. Working herself to the bone to be the best, to be all the things people said she'd be.

Sure, on paper she'd achieved a lot. But in many ways, she felt like she didn't quite meet the highs laid out for her. She'd spent all these years chasing those expectations. How could she explain that she'd achieved the things she did, but still felt like a bit of an imposter. A disappointment. Unsettled.

She couldn't explain it. And she didn't.

Not even to you. Especially not to you.

You'd sacrificed so much to support her and her career. The travel, the time away, uprooting your life as she moved from one team to another, concessions within your own career to give hers space. Giving her a family - two beautiful girls, and raising them and taking care of them while she travelled around chasing her dreams. And you did it all with a loving smile and tender words.

She hated disappointing you the most. The thought terrified her. She loved you so much and wanted you to see the best of her. For you to feel like all of your sacrifices were worth it.

So whatever anxieties clouded her mind - and no matter how much you inquired - she did what she'd always been good at, setting them aside and carrying on. She gave a winning smile, was steady, and kept moving forward.

“Hey-”

She nearly startled as Mia's voice pulled her from her thoughts.

“-here’s that lens you asked about yesterday,” Mia announced as she handed it to Jessie.

“You should check out Wileton park before you go. There's incredible foliage and landscape there. Right up your alley, I think. You'd get some great shots," Mia went on. Jessie found herself giving her a smile of gratitude.

"That sounds great. I'll look it up," she said. "And, um, thanks. You know. Throughout this project. I appreciate, you know," she paused as she searched for the right words, instead just gesturing between the two of them, "this. It's been a relief to not have to dissect my career or next move every second."

"I got you," Mia offered with a quick wink as she swung her bag over her shoulder. "I'll see you in a few for the wrap party."

"Mm, can't wait," Jessie deadpanned with a facetious smile at the prospect of another big to-do.

The evening was about as casual as Jessie could've hoped for. Still, the crew made speeches about her and she had to speak as well. As kind and well-intentioned as it all was, it just felt suffocating. She may have grown more accustomed to attention over the years, but attention under this context stung worse than she anticipated.

She had a drink to calm her nerves. And another. And another.

She found herself gravitating towards Mia, yet again. And as expected, Mia just let her be. Didn't talk about retirement. About plans. About glory days. None of that. It was easy and the reprieve she needed.

"You know. This is your party. You don't have to sit through it if you don't want," Mia relayed with a smirk as she nudged Jessie with her knee.

"If I leave first I'll just disappoint the crew," she said with a brief chuckle, but dormant emotions and thoughts tugged at her in this state. Her smiled faded as her gaze grew unfixed.

"It's hard...having so many expectations." She gave a breathy laugh as sensations in her chest began to rise. "Yeah. It's hard. I don't...I don't like disappointing people," she finished with a smile that very much didn't reach her eyes.

Mia gave her a slight frown. "Who are you disappointing?"

"Mm. I don't know," Jessie with another small laugh. "Everyone, it feels like."

Jessie didn't know how it happened. All of a sudden, all of the worries that had been weighing on her that she'd kept so tightly contained started to spill out. The other woman just listened as Jessie began to vent. She didn't even get that far into it before she just stopped - emotions teetering on the edge. She felt fidgety. She needed to get away. To distract herself. Stop whatever these feelings were.

"Want to go?" Jessie asked, vaguely surprising herself with how much she wanted Mia to say 'yes' and to aid her escape.

"Oh, yeah, of course," she said as she quickly set down her drink.

Jessie hurriedly settled the tab, again, confused by her own unsteadiness - the way her hands shook as she paid. Must be the alcohol.

Before she knew it, they were heading upstairs from the hotel bar and were at Mia's door.

"Thanks for listening to me," Jessie said with a nervous laugh. Mia made a face.

"Don't mention it. I'm happy to," she said. "You're dealing with a lot."

"Yeah," Jessie replied distractedly, her eyes inexplicably drawn to Mia's lips.

Something was building inside of Jessie that was foreign to her, but tempting in a way. Some kind of pull that promised greater reprieve. Greater escape.

There was so much going on in her mind all the time. She just wanted it to stop.

Then, her lips were upon Mia's. A charge went through Jessie's body. It felt amazing. It was strange, it was dangerous, and it felt so enticing.

"I've been wondering what that would be like," Mia said with a smirk as Jessie pulled back. Another rush went through her at the encouragement and she dove back in for another kiss, now pushing Mia against the closed door and loving the way the girl subtly moaned into their kiss.

"I have to admit I wasn't expecting this from you though," Mia eventually said. This did nothing but egg Jessie on. It bolstered some kind of defiance within her.

"I don't always have to do what's expected of me," she countered.

"Are you sure about this?" Mia asked, eyes searching Jessie's. "You're married."

There was a cacophony of noise inside Jessie's head. It banged around inside of her until it nearly formed a dull ringing in her ears. Her heart was pounding. She couldn't think - didn't want to think. She just wanted to get away. Not be in this moment. In her own skin.

She kissed Mia again.

"I know."

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Jessie woke with a sharp breath. Her eyes flew open to reveal a darkened room. Her heart began to pound and her breath grew deep and heavy, but it took her mind several moments to catch up.

Panic began to flood her system. Her breath quickened. She continued to stare up at the ceiling as memories and misguided decisions fell into place. Her stomach was in knots and her temperature spiked as she willed everything to just be a bad dream. But she knew it wasn't. She forced herself to turn and look.

There was Mia - some girl she'd worked on and off with over the past few weeks - a girl who was very much not her wife. There she was, fast asleep, naked and tangled in sheets.

Jessie's chest rose rapidly as she rubbed agitatedly at her face. What did she do?

She curled her fingers into her skin, nails digging in, but she couldn't even register the pain she was so entrenched in her thoughts.

Images of the past few hours filled her mind. Vivid. Graphic. She knew exactly what she'd been doing. She knew as she did it again and again. She remembered the feeling - some twisted kind of disassociative satisfaction - vaguely aware as Mia moaned in pleasure under her, how the girl writhed as she came.

It felt like an out of body experience at the time, but, there was no denying that she very much knew what she was doing.

Jessie climbed out of bed in a rush, but as carefully as she could to not wake Mia. She gathered up her clothes with jittery hands and slipped them on as silently as possible, fumbling several times over with how numb she felt.

Her legs hurriedly carried her down the hall to the elevator and to her floor. Her throat was tight and she sweat as her heart pounded violently inside her rib cage.

She fumbled with the key to her room, stumbling in and slamming it behind her. She unsteadily made her way to the bathroom and gripped the counter desperately as she began to gasp for air.

What little cognitive thought remained was begging and pleading for her to calm down, but her throat continued to constrict and her pulse grew stronger. She could hardly hear any thoughts above the rapid sound of her heartbeat and ragged breaths.

She clumsily turned on the tap, cold water rushing out and she pooled handfuls of it in her palms before splashing it onto her face. It felt good and she splashed more of it on her and rubbed her skin so roughly and vigorously that it hurt.

She finally looked - really looked - in the mirror. Her complexion had grown pale, but she had red splotches and welts from where she'd been rubbing. Her eyes looked bewildered and scared.

She hardly recognized herself. And she hated what she saw.

How did she get to this point? What had she done? And for what?

She pictured you.

Emotion crashed over her and she stifled a sob. She clutched her hand, desperately gripping and caressing the silicone wedding band she'd hardly ever taken off since she put it on 10 years ago.

She remembered worrying that you wouldn't like it, but instead you said it was sweet that she wanted to wear the band so much. She remembered clearly the way you smiled as you slipped it onto her finger that first day. She remembered the way her chest felt like it could burst she was so happy to be yours; how happy she was to put her ring on you, that you were hers.

Self-loathing began to course through her veins. How could she do this to you?

She loved you. She really, fucking loved you. If there were two truths in this entire world - one: she loved her kids, and two: she loved and adored you.

She'd seen so many relationships crumble. So many sputter and never really come to life. But you - your relationship, your love - it was special. And she was so grateful for it. You two built a beautiful life together.

And now...

She belatedly realized she was gripping the counter again, now with so much force that it left bright red imprints in her skin.

She stormed out of the bathroom and paced around the room. She grabbed her phone and clutched it in her hand. She couldn't think straight. It hurt to breathe.

All she knew right now is she wanted to hear your voice. She needed to talk to you. She needed you.

How fucked up.

Her hands still shook as she called you, lifting the phone to her ear and using every tactic she'd ever learned to coach herself to calm down.

The ringing of the phone stopped mid-tone as you picked up. Jessie's breath caught in her throat and her feet abruptly rooted themselves to the floor.

"Hey, baby." Your voice filtered through with a pleased laugh, sending goosebumps across Jessie's skin. "What are you doing up? Isn't it like 4 am over there?" You asked with another soft laugh.

A lump formed in her throat so large that when she opened her mouth nothing came out at first. She tried again.

"Oh, yeah, I-I couldn't sleep. So. I thought I'd call you," she said, attempting to laugh, but nothing more than a feeble huff came out.

"Aren't you sweet," you teased with a sweet laugh and it felt like a knife through her heart. Her jaw clenched painfully. "Any reason you can't sleep?"

Her eyes screwed shut as her mind snapped back to Mia beneath her, the girl's hands on her, her moans in her ear. She swallowed hard.

"I don't know," she responded quietly.

"Well, you have a quieter day today, don't you? Did you finish filming yesterday?" You asked.

"Yeah," she responded dully. Her hands shook again and she tried to will away the lump that persisted in her throat. She blew out a silent breath and forced herself to start walking around the room again.

"You finished and you didn't even tell me!" You said playfully. "You must've been celebrating too hard, you didn't even text me," you added with a laugh.

Jessie's gaze shifted up to the ceiling and she dug her fingernails into the palm of her hand in an ill-attempt to ground herself.

You legitimately were joking. There was no malice or resentment in your tone. And how did she repay you?

She racked her mind to come up with a response, but mercifully you went on.

"Hopefully you can rest a bit later today," you said.

"Yeah," she repeated quietly. She shook out her head. She needed to recover. Reset. "So, um, how was your day? How are the girls?" She asked, tone curious and anew.

"Well, I texted you earlier about Josie quitting. So. That sucked," you relayed matter of fact.

"Oh-right," Jessie said as she brought a hand to her face and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry. I remember now."

"It's fine," you said mildly. "I know you're busy," you offered graciously.

Another pang went through her chest.

"Ky presented her science project today. Ky! Come tell your momma how it went!" Despite the immense weight churning in the pit of her stomach, Jessie smiled as you called for their daughter. "Here, she's coming," you said more softly. The call muffled as it was handed over.

"Momma, I got an A! And Mr. Jensen said my project is one of the ones going to the finals!"

Jessie's eyes welled with tears immediately upon hearing her daughter's voice. "Oh baby, that's so great. I'm so proud of you."

"You helped me," Ky laughed.

"Not much. You told me what you wanted and I just helped put it together. You did the hard work," she insisted.

Kylen, her oldest - eight years old and wise beyond her years already. She had a knack for science and loved to learn. She was quiet around new people, but once she was comfortable she could talk a mile a minute.

She continued to regale Jessie with updates until another voice chimed in from the background.

"Is that Momma? Hey, I want to talk to her, too! Let me talk!"

Jessie smiled again. Harper. Her youngest at six years old. She inherited the creativity genes. She loved music and dance. And while Ky was a bit more internal with her emotions, Harper hardly ever was.

Jessie couldn't help but laugh as she heard the two begin to bicker over the phone until you interjected. Harper soon came on.

"Momma, will you be home for my recital this weekend?" Harper asked.

"Of course, sweetie. I wouldn't miss it," she said as she quickly wiped at a tear falling from the corner of her eye. She tilted her head back as she tried to stop herself from sniffling.

"Okay, good. I've been practicing every night like you told me to," she relayed very proudly.

"That's great, baby. I can't wait to see you on stage," she said.

"Mommy's going to do my make-up," she told you.

"Yeah?" Jessie said. "Sure you don't want me to?" She managed to tease.

"No!" Harper giggled.

As Harper talked, the weight of Jessie's actions continued to mount. Self-reproach was coming on strong and hard, polluting every second of what should've been a sweet call with her family. Instead, she felt sick to her stomach and the harsh voices in her head were growing louder and louder.

She had a beautiful life. And she knew it. She never doubted it. Yet she risked destroying it like it was nothing.

She was stuck in her head when she heard your voice in the background, drawing her attention back.

"-five more minutes and it's bedtime, okay?" She heard you say.

Both girls started to pout and complain, saying they wanted to talk more. You reminded them that Jessie would be home in a day.

Eventually, you came back on the line after she said goodnight to the girls.

"Well, that was certainly a nice way for the girls to end their night," you said. "They've missed you."

"I've missed them too," Jessie said, doing her very best to hold her voice steady.

"Kay, baby," you went on gently. "You should try to sleep again. You could probably still get an hour or so."

Her throat was dry and taut and she wiped at a fresh set of tears.

"Yeah," she said and failed at holding back a sniffle.

"You okay?" You asked, confusion and concern evident in your voice.

Jessie shook her head as her eyes fell shut. Her lip trembled and she pinched the bridge of her nose harshly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," she tried to reassure you, though she knew her voice betrayed her some. She sniffled again as her upset with herself grew greater. "I'm just missing you guys," she added.

It wasn't a lie.

"Aww. We miss you too, babe. But, we'll be getting a lot more time with you soon. Not too soon though," you said with a soft chuckle. Even if Jessie hadn't been forthcoming with you about her insecurities and stress, you at least knew it was somewhat bittersweet for her. As far as she ever let you know though, above all, she was ready and she was good.

"I love you," Jessie said, hating the way her voice quaked.

"I love you, too, Jess," you reciprocated. "Get some sleep, baby. You sound tired."

She didn't respond. Her body felt so heavy and she just stared blankly at the carpeted floor as her pulse pounded loudly in her head.

"Jess?" You inquired.

"Hm?" She voiced quietly, barely audible.

"Sounds like you're falling asleep already," you chuckled.

"No," she said simply, feeling inner resentment starting to boil again. She blinked back more tears, sitting up and steeling herself. "I just miss you and love you a lot."

You laughed softly into the phone and it was sweet and painful all at the same time.

"Someone's getting sentimental in their old age," you teased lightly.

Normally, she would've laughed. Cracked a quip of her own. Instead, it upset her.

"I've always loved you," she said resolutely, almost in defiance.

"Okay," you responded slowly, a bit of confusion creeping into your tone. "I was just teasing you, babe. I miss you and love you too," you said gently.

Jessie wiped irritably at her eyes. She was a mess. She didn't know what to do.

"Okay. I just want you to know that," she said simply, voice now timid and meek.

"Alright, love," you accepted. "Well, if you aren't going to try to get more sleep, I at least need to make sure the girls are getting ready for bed. I appreciate you calling though. It's nice to hear your voice. Keep me posted on everything, okay? And we can't wait until you're home."

Jessie had her head hung in her hand and her mouth quivered as she fought back more emotions. She nodded, working up the will and control to respond.

"'Course, baby. Kiss the girls goodnight for me. And have a good sleep tonight. Text me when you're up." She swallowed hard. "Can't wait to see you, too."

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #canwnt x reader

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hgfictionwriter · 4 days ago

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Hi! I was just wondering what all you have in the works for us readers? I’ve found myself working my way through your master list lol

Hello! Thank you for reading though my master list ❤️

I decided to build out the cheating fic. So that’s my main WIP right now. But I have a brief outline for a fluff fic and a possible part 2 for the Anticipation fic.

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hgfictionwriter · 8 days ago

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Iktr.

Happy pride month, y’all 🌈

#jessie fleming #canwnt #portland thorns

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hgfictionwriter · 15 days ago

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#jessie fleming #portland thorns #canwnt

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hgfictionwriter · 19 days ago

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Anticipation

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: By the time Jessie comes back from a month away, she is beyond desperate for you. When you ignore her, tease her and make her wait, it pushes her over the edge.

Warnings: G!P content. Sexting. Dirty talk. Premature ejaculation. Praise kink. Very mild dom (r)/sub (Jessie).

A/N: This is in response to the premature ejac requests. Whiny, needy and desperate Jessie.

"I miss you so fucking much. I can't wait to see you tonight."

"I know, baby. Me too. I've gotta run, but I'll see you soon, okay?"

Jessie sighed as she read your text as she got off the plane. Between an away game, International break and other obligations, it'd been a month since you two had seen each other.

Given her career, it wasn't uncommon for you two to have these periods of distance. At the start of your relationship, she'd anticipated they'd get easier over time, but, in fact, time apart had gotten harder. She missed you more. Needed you more.

Missing and needing someone so much was an insane concept for someone like her who'd be travelling and moving around nearly her entire life. But, here she was transfixed by you and homesick for your voice and your touch.

It didn't help that you knew the hold you had over her. You teased her mercilessly sometimes, but in the most incredible ways. Amongst the sweet and loving messages from you, there were also dirty texts. Dirty photos. Dirty voice messages. She'd taken several long showers while she was away to try and relieve her tension, but it never truly satisfied her.

Nothing compared to the feel of your arms around her, your breath on her skin, your voice, your moans in her ear, and the feel of you enveloping her in your tight, soft heat.

She was hoping to come home to you right away, but you had a work event you couldn't miss. Karina was having a few people over for dinner and drinks, so she decided she might as well go to distract herself.

Jessie was sitting on the couch listening to Morgan share a story, a few other groups scattered throughout the main floor of Karina's house when a familiar figure caught Jessie's eye and caused her to sit pin straight in her seat.

"What?" Morgan asked with a frown before turning her head. "Oh hey, Y/N's here."

Jessie nodded a vague acknowledgement before mumbling her apologies as she got up and crossed the room, eyes never leaving you. You, on the other hand, smiled and chatted with Sam and Mac, focused on your conversation with them and only briefly locking eyes with Jessie as she approached. Even then, you simply offered a another smile and a quick wave before returning your attention back to the others.

Jessie frowned in confusion, but worked to rid her face of it as she closed in.

"Hey," she greeted, finding herself leaning in to catch your eye and placing a hand on your arm.

"Oh, hey babe," you greeted, somewhere between mild surprise and casual before turning your attention back to Mac once more.

"I, um, didn't know you were coming," Jessie interjected mildly. "I thought your event was until 8."

"Oh, yeah, it got out early so I thought I'd come here. Karina said it was cool," you said with an easy smile.

Jessie offered a vague smile, eyes shifting away in further confusion before resettling on you. "Oh. Well. I could've left and we could've met at home."

"It's fine, babe," you said lightly with a shrug. Friendly, but almost dismissive. Before Jessie could counter, you nodded back to Morgan. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'll catch up with you later," you said warmly as you leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving Jessie with a frown.

She retreated quietly, a couple of stray glances back over her shoulder to you, but you didn't offer the same. She sat down with a pout and her phone vibrated with a text a few moments later.

"Hi, my love. No need to pout. You'll get your attention soon enough. "

"By the way, you look so fucking sexy in those shorts. I want to see you tenting in them with how hard you are for me."

Jessie let out a silent, but sharp exhale as she finished reading and urgently locked her phone. Her eyes shot up to you across the room to see you watching her. You gave her a devilish grin before turning your back to her and engaging in conversation once more.

Jessie should've known this wouldn't be the end of it. Despite the fact that you continued to ignore her. Offering nothing more than a quick glance here or there, maybe a fleeting brush of your hand across her back as you walked by - you seemed to have time for everyone but her. But throughout it all, you sent her dirty text after dirty text and it had her gritting her teeth in concentration.

You really were set on seeing her tent in these shorts which she now wished were even baggier.

At one point she caught you disappearing into the kitchen alone. She excused herself and followed you swiftly.

"Why are you ignoring me?" She asked in an admittedly frustrated, even harsh, whisper. Still, you seemed unfazed as you poured yourself a drink.

"Baby, don't be upset," you said placatingly as you closed the space between you two and rest a soft hand on her cheek. "I haven't seen the others in a while either."

"'The other's' aren't your girlfriend," Jessie pouted, ignoring how tempted she was to melt into your touch. She cleared her throat, steeling herself with a deeper frown. "Your girlfriend who happened to miss you night and day while she was away."

You cocked your head and smiled sweetly, but Jessie caught the glint in your eye. "I miss you too, baby," you said as you leaned in and kissed her gently.

Jessie's eyes closed instinctively, her irritation fading almost immediately. Then, you tilted your head further into the kiss, deepening it into an open-mouth kiss as your hand pushed up through her hair. A pulse went through Jessie and before she could even process another thought, your other hand reached between you and caressed her cock through her shorts.

"I really missed you," you said as you pulled back. Jessie's eyes were slow to open and her head followed your departing lips as she blinked. Blood was rushing to her member already as you pulled away from her embrace and gave her a wink.

You glanced down at the bulge that was starting to show in her shorts and an impish grin crossed your face. She blushed with an affronted expression as she clasped her hands across her front. "I'm thinking we stick around for another 30?" She glared at you further and you blew her a kiss. "Love you."

By the time you two were in the back of the rideshare going home, Jessie's mood was no better. She fidgeted in her seat while you rest your head in your hand and watched her amusedly.

"You are so cruel," Jessie complained under her breath. Her mind kept envisioning all of the things you'd graphically described to her in texts throughout the night. She closed her eyes in an effort to concentrate on anything other than that.

She was sporting a semi and though the fit of these shorts bought her some discretion, if anyone's eyes lingered they'd plainly see how aroused she was.

Her phone buzzed again and she shot you an imploring look. You merely offered her a sweet smile with a subtle nod towards her phone.

“God, I’ve been dripping wet since I stroked you earlier. I’ve missed the way you fill me and fuck me so good.”

Jessie's head fell against the back of the seat as she shifted down, her legs instinctively spreading to give her growing cock more room. She blew a frustrated breath out, her cheeks puffing out as she did so.

By the time the car pulled up to your building, she was fully straining against her shorts, her cock pushing and begging to be released from the tight confines of her clothes.

You bid the driver a cheery farewell and Jessie silently and uncomfortably slid across the seat to exit. She held her hands in front of her as you both walked inside. She shot you a beseeching look as you hooked your arm around hers and cuddled in, acting completely unbothered and ignorant to what Jessie was enduring.

"God, you're such a fucking tease," Jessie murmured as you entered the elevator, her hands reaching for you already as you leaned back against the wall.

"I can't help it if I find you so attractive," you said simply as you sought her gaze. She huffed and you added, "And I can't help it if I'm pulsing and aching for you."

Jessie's cock twitched in her shorts, now absolutely throbbing. She gripped you harder and pulled you towards her. She pushed her hands down your back to grip your ass before pushing her hands up under your shirt, releasing an actual sigh as she finally made contact with your skin after all these weeks.

She leaned down hungrily, burying her head in your neck and started kissing you. Only when you chuckled softly in her ear did she realize how she was pressing herself up against you and subtly grinding.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. When you pulled back, she caught the glimmer in your eye as you stepped out in front of her. She jogged after you, her hands wrapping around your waist and refusing to allow space between you two.

She kissed you and caressed you as you opened the door to your shared apartment. She followed you like a puppy through the apartment, soft kisses on your shoulder, your neck, your arms and her hands wandering over you as you led the way, paying little attention to her.

You stood at the edge of the bed and began to take off your clothes. Jessie's chest rumbled with a hum of appreciation as you undressed. Her cock was absolutely throbbing and she didn't need to look to see that a wet stain had formed on the front of her shorts where precum had been pooling from the tip of her cock.

Her jaw was slack, her breathing heavy with lust as she watched you, hands searching your naked body as you changed.

You went through the motions unbothered by her ministrations, barely casting a glance her way as you told her stories from earlier in the evening. Your words went in one ear and out the other, her mind far too distracted by your presence.

Her jaw dropped anew as you grabbed a shirt and threw it on. Her motions stilled in mild disbelief and confusion. You turned in her arms and grabbed the hem of the shirt and held it out in show as you offered her a smile.

"You know I always wear your shirts to bed when you're away," you relayed very self-satisfied. "Makes me feel close to you," you added as you walked out of her embrace.

Her head whipped around in confusion to watch you and she rushed after you as you walked into the bathroom. When she turned the corner your back was to her as you faced the mirror, leaning against the counter clad in only her shirt and your underwear, just a glimpse of your ass cheeks showing.

You locked eyes with her in the mirror and you began taking out your earrings. You started chatting idly about plans for tomorrow, but Jessie couldn't process your words, unable to move past the lust clouding her mind.

All she could think about was how she needed to be inside of you. She’d been craving you for weeks. She needed your slick heat wrapping around her. Massaging her. Gripping her so tight there were times her vision blurred.

She needed you. Now.

She wrapped her arms around you from behind and pulled herself flush against you, her hardness pressing against you and her lips at the base of your neck.

"-what do you think?" You asked as you sought her attention in the mirror.

It took her a moment, but she merely gave a slow, unfocused shake of her head. Her eyes remained trained on your neck, the only skin she was privy to given you insisted on putting on a shirt.

"C-can we talk about this tomorrow?" She asked distractedly, peppering soft kisses along the nape of your neck, only vaguely aware that she was subtly rutting herself up against you. It took her a moment to realize you didn't respond and she forced herself to look up at you in the mirror. You were giving her a look. "Please?" She asked, voice breathy as she let her forehead fall against the back of your shoulder.

You shifted - intentionally or not - in her arms, your ass rubbing against the sensitive head of her cock. Her eyes fluttered shut.

"Please?" She repeated, her fingers subconsciously digging into the skin of your waist as she tried to hold back and not just have her way with you. She exhaled shakily, hands starting to roam across your body again, moving with a will of their own. "I need you so bad," she confessed.

"Patience," you chided gently as you reached up behind you, your fingers playing in her hair and she buried her face in the crook of your neck once more with a soft grunt as she rolled her hips against you. "I just want to get this sorted for tomorrow,” you insisted calmly.

Her eyes fell shut and she held back a whimper as your fingers massaged her scalp. You again shifted slightly in her embrace, sending a jolt of desire through her body. She was so hard for you it honest to God hurt.

"Please baby. I'll talk about whatever you want after. I just - I can't think right now," she pleaded, head rolling against the back of your shoulder, so overcome with lust it was hard to even formulate words. She swore she could smell your scent and it was driving her wild.

Her hand subconsciously wandered, lifting your shirt until she reached the crease at your pelvis, fingers now playing with the hem of your panties. Her eyes were still closed as she pushed her fingers down under the band only to feel your hand gripping her wrist and gently removing her from your underwear to rest on your hip once more.

Her eyes slowly opened in a haze and she looked at you in the mirror, disappointment plain across her face.

"What's going on with you, Jess?" You asked with facetious concern etched on your face. Despite Jessie’s state, she managed to detect the way the corner of your mouth twitched with a smug smirk. "You're normally not so distracted."

"Baby, please,” she nearly groaned, giving an unintentional roll of her hips into your backside as her grip tightened on you. You smirked.

“What’s wrong, my love?” You asked as you shimmied against her ever so slightly, eliciting a faint whine from her that devolved into a whimpering moan as you reached back to play with her hair once more and caress her scalp.

She tilted her hips up into you, desperate for friction. “I need you. I missed you so much. God, I’m so fucking hard for you it hurts.”

“Oh, is that was that is?” You said with a teasing chuckle as you rolled your hips back into her. Her eyes slammed shut once more as a wave of arousal swept over her body, her knees giving way for a fraction of a second.

She went to grasp the band of your panties again, but you grabbed her hand more firmly this time and placed in back on your hip over your shirt.

“Not yet, baby. You still need to answer me,” you calmly ordered.

She felt like her mind was vibrating with lust and like she could burst out of her skin she was so needy for you. She could feel her cock pulsing with each heartbeat. She could hardly function.

“I, um, what- what was the question?” She stumbled through, her hands now bundling your shirt in desperation. She pressed her face against your neck, inhaling your smell - a shiver went through her instantly and she inadvertently pushed herself further against you, pressing you tighter against the counter.

“So you weren’t listening,” you said evenly.

“Baby,” she pleaded in a shuddering whine as she winced in near-pain from the throbbing between her legs. “I can’t do this. I really fucking need you,” her voice rising into a high whimper as she gently rut against you.

“Yes you can,” you assured her. “Look at me,” you instructed gently, but firmly.

Her breaths were quick and short as tightness continued to build at the base of her cock. She grit her teeth and winced furthermore before managing to force herself to open her eyes and look up to you in the mirror.

You smiled softly and reached back to caress her face. She leaned into your touch needily, eyes falling shut momentarily before she forced them open to meet your gaze once more.

“Good girl,” you praised with a faint smirk. She couldn’t help the way her breath hitched at your remark and she bit her lip in desperation at how a particularly strong pang of arousal shot straight up the base of her swollen cock to the tip.

If anyone would’ve told her years ago that she’d one day meet a woman who would have her pining and desperate, wrapped around her finger, pathetically begging for her touch and affection, she would’ve told them they were delusional. Yet, here she was, latched onto you, rutting against you, pleading for you to let her love you.

By some miracle, she managed to stutter an answer your question. You gave her a pleased smile that made her chest warm to an embarrassing degree. And, true to your word, your smile turned impish and you leaned forward over the counter, putting yourself on display and offering yourself to her.

She locked eyes with you one last time - uncertain and seeking confirmation that you were finally giving her approval. You hiked up your shirt, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

A rush of urgency coursed through Jessie’s body as she immediately began fumbling with her shorts, beyond desperate to free her aching cock. A clipped gasp of relief escaped her as it sprang up, the head messy with precum.

She was in a state of near-delirium as she roughly pulled your panties aside, drawing a small gasp from you that had barely left your lips by the time she clumsily worked to line up her cock at your entrance, hands shaking, breath ragged.

Just the mere contact of her tip grazing your dripping, hot entrance drew a hitched gasp from her.

It had been far too long since she’d had you and no memory, no matter how vivid, would ever replicate this feeling. There was nothing like it.

She rocked forward preemptively, missing and instead pushing her cock through your swollen lips. Despite the miss, a stifled whimper caught in her throat and her jaw fell from the sensation. Her knees nearly buckled from the pleasure of that alone as a knotting sensation began to form at her base.

She fumbled again, frantically adjusting herself to find your entrance once more. She didn’t hesitate, jutting forward and sinking fully inside of you in one, swift stroke.

A strangled cry fell from her lips as the intoxicating warmth of your walls enveloped her entirely, fluttering around her and drawing her in.

In that instant, the tightness and heat that had been building all evening - all these weeks, really - reached its peak. The feeling was too overwhelming and she began to pulse and twitch inside of you, another stuttering moan escaping her.

Her fingers dug into your skin as she clung onto you as her orgasm crashed over her so powerfully that she flexed over you instinctively, pressing you into the counter, grunting and gasping desperately in your ear as she spilled rope after rope of cum deep inside of you.

When the last string of cum spurt from her tip, it was still a couple of seconds before she finally took a breath. She opened her eyes and it took several blinks before her vision came to.

“Oh m- oh my god,” she eventually stammered as realization dawned on her. She looked at you through the reflection, her eyes big and shimmering in apprehension. Her already-red cheeks grew a deeper shade of crimson as she helplessly shook her head. “I-I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I came like that. I’ve never-”

“That’s possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever done,” you cut her off mercifully as you flashed her a smug smile in the mirror.

Jessie blinked, stammering further as confusion settled over her spent body.

She continued to apologize and as her cock softened, it slipped out of you. Though your panties slid back into place, catching much of her cum, some dripped out of you and onto the floor.

She began to apologize again when you turned in her arms. Her words stalled mid-sentence as you looked at her.

“God, I love how much you cum. I’m still amazed at how big a load you give me,” you offered in appreciation.

“That said,” you said slowly as you pushed your underwear down and kicked them aside. You held her gaze as you lifted yourself onto the edge of the counter and spread your legs. Your smile grew at the way Jessie gulped. “You made quite the mess.”

You reached out placing a hand gently to her face, thumbing her cheekbone tenderly before your hand wandered further back and up, eventually resting atop her head. You pushed down softly and she automatically followed your silent command, dropping to her knees on the tiles before you.

The smell of your cum mixed with hers filled her senses and her softened cock twitched, coming back to life as she stared at her cum that pooled at your entrance. You caressed her face again as you smiled adoringly at her.

“I think you better clean it up.”

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso smut

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hgfictionwriter · 24 days ago

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Lol I accept. You watch her again in the NWSL and then she’s coming up here to Canada (a delusional wish on my part, but a girl can dream!)

Someone must’ve glued that hat to her head 😭

Fully convinced that woman is going move to the NSL the second she gets the chance.

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hgfictionwriter · 24 days ago

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I can only pray 🙏

Someone must’ve glued that hat to her head 😭

Fully convinced that woman is going move to the NSL the second she gets the chance.

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hgfictionwriter · 27 days ago

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The cheating fic is still coming?

I'm working my way up to that lol. It'll be a big commitment and I don't want to write part of it and just abandon it, so, to be confirmed yet! But I do have a general plot more or less mapped out.

Certainly open to ideas or plotlines folks might want to see!

In the meantime, I got another couple requests for a premature ejac fic. I love the idea of a subby, whimpering, desperate Jessie, so I've drafted a few notes for that. TBD on the timeline though!

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hgfictionwriter · 1 month ago

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Fitness, Flirting & Confessions

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: When you cave and join Jessie for a Pilates class, you expect sore muscles - not a jealous and flustered Jessie. Maybe a Pilates class is all it takes to turn your situationship into something more.

Warnings: G!P smut. Situationship. Jealousy kink. Possessiveness. Semi-public sex. Teasing. Power dynamics. Hand job. Penetrative sex. Language.

A/N: Response to this comment. Somehow Pilates served as a backdrop for emotional avoidant Jessie and romantic confessions.

"Okay, everyone, get on your machines and lie down - head on the headrest, shoulders against the blocks and feet on the footbar," the instructor said above the din of the room.

Your pulse picked up as you quietly observed students settling themselves on their reformers, going through the motions and seeming to know exactly what to do. You swallowed.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," you muttered out of the corner of mouth with a passing glance Jessie's way.

"You're going to do great," she said with a reassuring smile as she went to her machine.

"You got this," Sam said with a wink as she and Hina retreated to their own. All you could do was offer a weak smile.

They'd both already made a fuss about you joining. Praising you for giving it a shot, reassuring you you'd be okay and so on. Everyone knew this kind of class was really not your thing and despite their intentions it only made you more apprehensive.

"Don't worry, Y/N." The instructor's now-gentle voice filled your ears and you turned in surprise as her hand came to your arm to give a light squeeze. "These Thorns are some of my favourite people, so I'll make sure to take good care of you," she said with a smile.

She stood by while you climbed onto your machine next to Jessie. The instructor watched you, adjusting a couple of things to help you get settled and you felt an inadvertent blush of embarrassment forming as your face heated up under the attention and scrutiny.

"There, looking great already," she said with a charming smile as she stepped away.

You quietly exhaled, trying to relieve the tension from your body. You glanced over at Jessie only to catch her watching you with steady eyes. She didn't give you her usual warm grin or shy smile though. Instead, her gaze flicked over to the instructor briefly before falling back on you. You could see the thoughts clicking into place in her mind.

She was jealous. A confused, but admittedly pleased sensation rose within you at the realization. You bit the inside of your cheek.

You and Jessie had been seeing each other casually for a few months now. It was a wonderful, but confusing and at times frustrating situation though.

She didn't want to be official. She didn't want to be public. She claimed she was too busy and away too often to commit to anything. Yet, she messaged you at all hours of the day. Introduced you to all her friends, wanted you to hang out - to come to freakin' pilates with her - and it was your bed she lingered in despite her claims that she had to go.

She wanted you to herself, but wouldn't admit it or commit. Who knew you'd be getting the run around from Jessie Fleming, of all people.

As the instructor walked the class through some initial movements, she came back over to you to check on you - her hand coming to your body to offer light corrections here and there. You could feel Jessie's piercing gaze on you two.

Maybe this wouldn't be all bad.

As the sequences evolved and grew more difficult, the instructor's attention on you increased as well. You'd feel self-conscious about the guidance you needed if you weren't so distracted by Jessie's gaze boring into you, a subtle huff of irritation even coming from her now and then.

Her eyes remained on you as you went through pelvic exercises and eventually moved into strap work. Jessie's cheeks were flaring up and she wore a look of concentration, but her looks over at you were growing more and more fleeting. You frowned as you saw her clench her fists.

You watched her curiously and she nearly shot you a glare. You frowned before you caught her bunching up her shorts that she wore over her leggings.

Realization washed over you as you realized Jessie was not only jealous, but she was getting flustered as well from watching you. You bit your lip, beyond pleased by this turn of events.

You played it up. You locked eyes with her - for the moments her resolve failed - as you went through more exercises, doing your best to be slow and deliberate in your moves. You even asked the instructor to check your form, purposefully looking Jessie's way as the instructor guided your limbs through gentle corrections.

Jessie adjusted her shorts further and angled her body awkwardly from time to time as she continued to try to hide the bulge that was starting to show through her clothes. A particularly sharp movement accompanied with a frustrated huff caught the instructor's attention.

"You alright, Jess?"

"Oh, yeah," Jessie nearly stammered, face growing redder under the attention as she sat up in a particular way to conceal her growing erection and took a swing of water. "Just need some water," she said, waving off the scrutiny and shooting you a thinly concealed look of warning.

Not missing a beat, you gave her your best smile and continued your stretch. You stifled a laugh at how she immediately diverted her gaze and shifted away.

The class ended, and though your body was aching you were still on a high. Jessie, on the other hand, look flustered and irritated. She feigned going through additional stretches, still diligently working to hide her arousal.

"Come on, Jess. If we leave now we can still grab a table next door," Sam said as she gathered her things and worked to round the four of you up for lunch.

"Yeah, you guys head over. Just stretching out my calf a bit. I'll catch up shortly," she said as she waved them off, struggling to meet Sam's eyes.

"Oh, should I be doing more stretches? I can stay and do them with you," you inquired innocently as you cocked your head at her.

"No," she said, unable to entirely hide the curtness in her voice. She cleared her throat and offered you a pointed look, eyes shifting to peer over your shoulder at Sam and Hina who still stood nearby. "I-I'll catch up."

Coffees had arrived at the table by the time Jessie strode in. She didn't even make eye contact with you as she sat down heavily in her chair with a sigh, immediately picking up the menu and determinedly reading it.

"Feeling better?" Hina asked.

"Oh. Yeah. All good now," Jessie said, now offering a brief smile before returning her attention to the menu.

"Hey, I was looking at this," you said, lowering your voice slightly to speak with Jessie and not draw the others' attention as you leaned in to point at her menu, ensuring that your body pressed up against her and your breath was on her cheek. You turned your head to face her, again, looking as innocent as could be. "Have you had it before?"

She shuffled restlessly in her chair, exhaling audibly and giving you a cursory glance.

"Yeah, it's fine," she said flatly.

Jessie's grumpy attitude continued into ordering and you probably should've felt bad for her, but you couldn't resist how the tables had turned in your dynamic.

You texted her.

"How do you do those classes without getting turned on? I don't know about you, but I just kept thinking of spreading my legs for you."

You quietly sipped your water, watching Jessie out of the corner of your eye as she checked her phone. You steeled yourself to stop from smirking as she practically slapped her phone down onto her thigh with a momentarily bewildered expression before picking it up again to reply.

"What?" Sam asked with a frown, obviously catching the reaction.

"Huh?" Jessie asked distractedly, eyebrows high as she stopped texting and looked around. She clued in. "Oh. Someone's just being an asshole."

You nearly laughed.

"Who?" Sam asked, even more confused.

"Nobody."

You really were in a state, because her flippant response insulted you. You doubled down and texted her before she could finish replying.

"Nobody? Really? Good to know "nobody" was sucking you off last night on the couch."

You saw the message come through on her phone and she subtly eyed Hina and Sam to ensure they were distracted before she shot you a withering stare.

She finished typing.

"Yeah? Well, you're mean. You knew what effect you were having on me in there and you just played it up. And "nobody"? I must be nobody since you seemed to be all over [the instructor]."

"I think I like Jealous Jessie."

"I'm not jealous."

"Course not. I mean, I'm not yours, after all. Well, too bad. Cause it was turning me on."

Jessie huffed silently, her eyes absently scanning the restaurant as she contemplated what to do. You pre-empted her.

"I really, really just want to stroke you through your shorts right now. Knowing I made you hot enough that you were showing through your leggings and shorts? That's so fucking hot."

Jessie fidgeted further as she read your message. From the way she was shifting and adjusting her shorts again, you knew you were having the effect you wanted on her.

"Jess," Sam had to laugh. "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing." She shook her head and ran her hand through her hair a little roughly. She scooted back her chair. "I just gotta go to the washroom."

She got up quickly, hands strategically placed and hips angled in a way to conceal her tent forming through her clothes.

Hina and Sam's eyes followed her with concern. "Should we check on her?" Hina asked and you waved them off.

"No, no. I'll check on her. I'm sure it's fine," you relayed easily as you made your way to the bathrooms. They were individual rooms lining one hall and only one was closed.

"Jess?" You called gently as gave a light rap on the door. "It's just me."

"Go away," she said flatly.

"Come on," you urged with a soft laugh. "Would it help if I apologized?"

The door unlatched and swung open to reveal Jessie still in her full clothes, a slight and adorable pout on her face.

"You do owe me an apology," she said, stepping aside to let you in.

"I'm really sorry, baby," you whispered as you locked the door behind you and wrapped your arms around the back of her neck, her hands instinctively settling on your hips.

You weren't even really thinking, you just gently pushed her against the wall, your lips brushing against hers as you dropped one hand to start caressing her through her clothes. You could feel the firmness of her cock straining through the fabric already. Her eyes rolled up towards the ceiling and she exhaled through her nose.

"That's not nice," she said through near-gritted teeth.

"I'm trying to apologize," you offered with a lilt in your voice as you began to lay slow kisses down the side of her neck.

"Mm, shit," she whispered through a clipped grunt, her hips moving against your hand whether she intended it or not. She blinked up at the ceiling.

"You know, that instructor wasn't actually flirting with me," you said as you continued to stroke the outline of her cock.

"She was flirting with you," she retorted firmly, eyes now locking on you. "Fully."

You dropped your gaze with a faint shrug as you caressed her more firmly. "Well, I mean, I am single...," you said, lifting your gaze back up to her at the end.

She stared at you for several seconds, her mouth agape as her breathing deepened, her face freckled and red, hips grinding against your hand. You could see her internal struggle.

"I hate that," she eventually said, not breaking eye contact.

"Hate what," you asked innocently as you continued to massage her.

"That you're single," she said, voice curt as she struggled to remained composed under your ministrations.

"Oh," you said. "Like - I should ask for [the instructor's] number?"

She exhaled heavily, gaze flicking back up to the ceiling in frustration.

"No," she said a bit sharply.

"Really?" You asked as you coaxed her to meet your gaze once more. You licked your hand and snuck it under her waistband and grasped her cock, tugging slowly on it. Her knees buckled slightly and her eyes closed before she recovered. You went on. "I'm confused, then."

She huffed in frustration, her hands tightening their grip on your waist as she pulled you closer and gave you an imploring look.

"Y/N...you know how I feel about you," she offered lamely, and frankly, you were a bit tired of it.

"Not really," you said as you stroked her and ran your other hand up through her hair. "You say you like me. You want to fuck me. But you don't want to be more than 'friends' and you don't like me being single. I'm confused."

"I told you...," she trailed off in a faint whine, her hips rocking into your waiting hand.

"Jessie," you said with a smirk. "I'm well aware that you're busy and that you're away all the time. I'm not trying to change that." You snickered slightly , but gave her an appeasing kiss. "I'm not trying to tie you down."

"No, you're just trying to make me cum in my pants," she quipped, finally cracking a relaxed smile. You kissed her slowly.

"That would be pretty fucking hot. I have to say," you affirmed with a quiet grin.

She didn't say anything and when you pulled back you saw the intense stare she was giving you. You cracked a smirk and leaned in, your lips brushing against the shell of her ear, your breath hot against her.

"I know where you want to cum," you whispered.

She inhaled sharply, her hands pushing up under your shirt and fingers digging into your skin.

"Fuck I want you," she whispered heavily into your neck as she turned you both around so your back was against the stall. She pushed her pants down, her cock springing up with need and began to hurriedly, even clumsily, push your pants down your legs.

She ran two fingers along your slit and let out a heady breath. You could practically hear the smile in her voice as she talked. "God, I love how wet you get for me."

She gripped your thigh and lifted it, encouraging you to wrap your leg around her waist. She grabbed her cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your entrance. You couldn't help but tease one more time.

"Easy," you warned. "[The instructor] worked me pretty good this morning. A girl hasn't made me this sore in a while."

Jessie's hurried movements stilled and she slowly lifted her gaze to set her eyes on you. A rush went through as she stared hard at you, pupils blown with lust.

"I don't want to hear her name on your lips," she said in a low tone, her fingers digging into your thigh. "Is she who you're wet for," she asked as she pulled her hips back, the head of her cock spreading your lips and rubbing across your clit before she pushed back towards your entrance.

"You know better than that," you said breathlessly as your core pulsed in need.

"I'm not so sure," she said as she drew her hips back to tease you again. You were frustrated in several ways now.

"I'm not going to tell you I'm yours," you held firm. Her shoulders tensed up under your arms and you argued further, "Because that's not what you actually want." She exhaled low.

"And what if it is?" She said, forehead resting against your shoulder as she kneaded your thigh with one hand, your ass with her other and continued to slowly tease you both with slow, firm strokes that nudged at your entrance.

You scoffed. "Well that's new, then. Miss Avoidant."

"I'm not avoidant. I'm serious. If I'm committed to you. I'm committed." She lifted her head to meet your watchful gaze. "I'm not fucking around."

"Kinda feels like we're fucking around," you couldn't help but quip. Her eyes flashed and you bit your lip in apology.

"I don't want to just fuck around anymore," she said as she drew her hips back and this time angled to slip inside of you. You gasped, your breath turning into a moan and you had to look away, albeit, with affection as she gave you a smug open-mouth smirk.

"What does-" you gasped in pleasure again as she moved once more mid-sentence, "-that mean?"

"It means," she said as she pushed her hips forward to sink fully inside you once more, "I want you to be mine. Officially."

Your laugh was interrupted with another soft moan you couldn't hold back as your body lifted off the ground slightly each time she bottomed out in you, her powerful hips pushing you up the wall with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Are you seriously asking me out while you're fucking me in a restaurant bathroom?" You asked, your laugh returning.

"Doesn't sound as romantic when you put it that way," she chuckled as she pulled out to the tip and rolled her hips back into you. "I just - I just really want you."

"Well, if you're finally making it official, Fleming, then I guess you can say this pussy's yours," you said flirtatiously.

"Mm," she voiced in a low growl as she gave a particularly strong thrust. "That sounds fucking amazing," she affirmed as her fingers dug into you.

"For someone who's been so commitment-avoidant, you're awfully possessive," you teased.

"Mm, you have no idea," she said as her hips ground into you with sharp, powerful thrusts that continued to jostle you up and down the wall. "Fuck. Just the thought of you being mine has me ready to bust," she panted.

"You're welcome, by the way," you teased. "For being so generous and not making you cum in your pants. I could've if I wanted to."

She pulled back to give you a lopsided grin. She shook her head in affection. "No wonder I love you."

Your jaw fell and she shook her head at you with a pleased smile.

"Nuh uh. Don't give me that look," she warned teasingly. She kissed you as she continued to pump into you, drawing a needy whine out of you. You smiled into the kiss and she bit your lip. "Don't make me fuck that smug smile off of you," she said. You gripped her hair and whimpered into the kiss further.

She readjusted her grip on you and began to pump into you mercilessly, the sound of her skin against yours clapping off of the tiling in the small room.

"Fuck, you're amazing," she praised as she thrust into you. She let her head fall back, her gaze shifting to the ceiling as she panted, a lazy smile on her face. "I can feel your cum dripping down my cock and thighs. Jesus, fuck, baby. I should tell you I love you more often."

You wanted to give a witty retort, but all you could do was hold onto her, your nails digging into her shirt as she fucked you like a rag doll against the wall.

"Breathe, baby," she coached softly as she brought you back to the moment and you forced yourself to take a breath as the coiling sensation between your legs grew tighter and tighter.

"Fuck," she grit out as she held you tightly. "You're gripping me so tight." She lifted one hand to gently grip you under your chin with her thumb, her fingers on the side of your face. "Eyes on me, baby." You didn't react immediately and she stroked your cheek encouragingly. She smirked when you finally opened your eyes to look at her.

"There's my beautiful girl," she told you. "I want to see you when you cum for me."

"Oh fuck," you whimpered, your head falling back against the stall. Any semblance of control and power you had earlier was fully relinquished to her and you both basked in it.

"Fuck, Jessie, I'm going to cum," you panted, your head rolling from side to side as the pressure mounted deep inside of you with every thrust.

"I know, princess," she said gently as she caressed you. "I want you to."

You let out a wanton moan and pulled her closer to you. She kissed your neck with a soft chuckle.

"I want you to cum inside me," you told her as you clawed up her back, drawing up her shirt into bundles in your fist as you did so.

"Mm," she groaned in approval. "The only place I want to." She grunted into your neck, breath hot on your skin. "Fuck. You deserve all my cum."

You moaned again, white knuckling her shirt. "Jesus Christ, Jess."

You began to spasm around her cock and your entire body tensed up in her embrace. Your jaw fell and your breath caught in your lungs as you clung onto her while she pounded into you relentlessly, her jagged breaths in your ear.

A high whimper worked its way up her throat and her hips began to stutter against you. She dug her feet into the floor beneath her and she ground up into you as deeply as she could, grunts of effort falling from her lips as she spilled herself inside of you.

"Oh God," you nearly whined as your spasms slowed around her still-hard cock. She rut into you a couple more time, ensuring to push her cum as deep inside of you as she could.

"Holy fuck," she panted as she let her body grow slightly slack, though still holding you securely.

You absently ran your hand through her hair and she gave you soft, fluttery kisses along your shoulder.

"Did you mean what you said?" You eventually asked. "Any and all of it?"

She squeezed you tightly in her arms and planted a long kiss at the edge of your shoulder.

"I did. Are you okay with that?" She asked as she looked up at you with big, brown eyes. "And, thanks, for being so patient with me."

You smiled, kissing her sweetly. She stared up at you adoringly as the kiss ended and your smile shifted into a smirk.

"What can I say," you teased, "you're worth the wait. And good that you meant it, because I'm pretty sure the whole restaurant knows we're an item now."

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