#jess mmcready smut

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congrats on hitting 10k!! That’s awesome and as someone who’s read ur stuff over and over, you completely deserve it !!

for the blurb night, if this inspires anything; Jess from a league of their own being obsessed with messing up a femme reader’s make up? It’s one thing for her to smear her own lipstick on a napkin or the back of her hand after a game, but the messing up of something so meticulously done just for her drives her a bit 👀 smut or fluff, whatever it inspires! Ty! :)<3

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Jess was always so careful with you. Until she wasn’t.

“Shh,” she whispers, dragging her thumb across your lower lip. Your eyes flutter closed for a brief second, and Jess sinks into the feel of it. The feel of control, of having you under her thumb – literally.

You blink awake, shaking your head at yourself. “Jess,” you start, but she frowns. “I said shh,” she tuts, faux mad at you. “You can’t hear me or something?” She walks forward, and you immediately stumble back with her, the force of her body pushing you into the wall. “Jess—” “You can’t hear me?”

She looks at you now. Big eyes staring holes into yours. Her thumb is still on your lips, her hand still on your jaw. “N-No,” you stutter start, shaking your head – as far as her hand will allow. She raises her eyebrows. Hard Jess is here now. The Jess whose face screws into a bolt.

“I-I mean, I mean—yes, yes, I can hear you.” “Good,” she grins, nodding her head to you, eyes at your lips. It’s silent, for a second. But it feels like an eternity. Just her staring at your mouth, her thumb sliding back and forth, back, and forth.

“Always so pretty for me,” she whispers, leaning closer. She pushes her forward against yours, and your body goes to jelly. It always does around Jess. It’s like this superpower that she has.

Of course they win the game you couldn’t go to. She came home, all swagger and confidence. Tore off that silly dress and now she’s doting her vest top and silly red shorts. You look down between your bodies. See her nipples pushing through her white vest, and you move to kiss her, but her grasp is tight. Not painful – just, steady. Strong. Like her. Your Jess.

“So pretty, with your lipstick and eyeliner.”

She slowly rests her mouth against your ear, and her hot breath and the softness of her lips force shivers down your spine. “Mm,” you hum, jutting your hips out, fidgeting to get closer.

Jess ignores you. Carries on with her torment.

You glance at her, and she catches your eyes. “So put together,” she grins, “but what if I—” and she pushes her thump into your lips, then across them, smearing the red of your lipstick over your cheek. You gasp, her name on your lips, and then she’s kissing under your jaw, smothering any sense that you might have had. Jess grazes her teeth over your flesh, and you don’t care that she’s fucked up your lipstick. Don’t care that she’s smeared it over your cheek, because she’s sucking a bruise into your skin. Heat pushes between your thighs.

“J-Jess,” you manage to stutter, and she cackles like she’s won a prize. Kisses over your cheek, quickly, before pressing a big, deep one against your lips. When she pulls away, she’s got your lipstick smeared over her chin, and her eyes are alive as she says, “Even prettier when you’re messy.”