Thigh riding with boyfriend!Jess Mariano who wants to help fem!reader destress (he’s also just a horny little shit 💀)
De-Stress
Jess Mariano x fem!Reader
Warnings: thigh riding, praise, Jess is a smug sonovabitch
Summary: Jess senses you're a little tense, but he's got a great knack for relieving tension
A/n: Anon you're speaking my motherfucking language (many kisses and thanks to you I hope you like it <3)
MDNI 18+
“What is up with you tonight?” Jess asks as you shift how you were sitting for the umpteenth time.
“Dunno- just can’t seem to get comfortable,” you groan. You throw your legs over his lap, but no that doesn’t feel right. You try adjusting the pillows behind you, but alas, nothing seems to be working.
Jess huffs in annoyance. His hands wrap around your waist and he lifts you up. He sets you on his thigh facing him. “What is this really about?” He asks, eyes narrowed and searching for what it is that you’re hiding from him.
“Nothing- really-“
“Nope that’s not it. What are you stressed about?”
“What? I’m not-,” you begin before he shuts you down again.
“Yeah right. You can’t sit still, you’re picking at your skin, now you can either tell me what it is, or I can assume the worst and end up hurting somebody. So what’ll it be, sweet thing? You gonna be honest with me?”
You sigh,”It’s this test I took today… I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel like I did okay, but I can never be sure with this professor…”
Jess nods, but he has that look on his face that tells you,”You’re being ridiculous.”
“You’re being ridiculous.” Fascinating how everything he says shows up on his face before he says it.
“But what if I’m not?” You ask.
“But what if you are?” Jess says as his hands squeeze your hips. He looks up at you with a quirked eyebrow. His hands grip a little tighter as he tugs you forward just an inch. An involuntary squeak escapes you as you look at him.
“This motherfucker-,” you think to yourself as he smirks in triumph. “I know what you’re doing,” you state, refusing to allow yourself the ability to find pleasure in this. How could you when you didn’t know if you passed or failed that exam, right? Right?
“What am I doing?” Jess asks lips curled defiantly.
“You know exactly what-“
“Tell me. Tell me what I’m doing.”
You groan as Jess rocks your hips against his thigh, reveling in the pleasure he can see taking over your features. He loves it. The way your eyebrows scrunch up. The way your jaw drops just a bit and lets out the cutest little gasps. “What am I doing, smart girl?” Jess licks his lips and smiles.
“Jess-“
“What am I doing y/n. Tell me what I’m doing. Am I making you feel good sweetheart?” Jess whispers in your ear. His lips barely grazing the outer cartilage. His lips trail down making their way to your neck, gently suckling there until he hears you gasp. You can feel him smile against your skin.
“Y-yes,” you respond, finally allowing yourself to grind down on his leg. Feeling the layers of fabric drag along your most sensitive parts.
“That’s it sweet girl. Go on and make yourself feel good. You deserve it,” Jess praises.
You rock your hips up and down, mewling and whimpering as the warmth of his leg seeps into you. His hands, his lips, his voice. It’s all too much as you pick up the pace, bracing yourself on his shoulders as you work towards your peak.
“Atta girl, that feels good huh? You know sometimes all you need is some good TLC to get that fabulous brain of yours to stop working overtime.” He laughs to himself.
It’s something about the condescending tone, but the genuine care in his words that always pushes you over the edge. Similarly to this instance. “You close baby? You gonna make a mess all over me?” Jess asks looking up at you. He ogles the way your face is twisted up into sheer bliss as you nod vigorously. “Go ahead honey. Make a mess all over my thigh.”
That’s all it takes for the band inside you to snap, ecstasy and euphoria wash over you as all the thoughts in your brain disappear. All you can think is Jess. “Good girl, that’s my girl.”
You rest your head against his shoulder as you twitch out the finally spasms the climax left behind.
“You did so well honey. M’ proud of you.”
You hum in response and he laughs,”I love that I don’t even have to touch you for you to go dumb on me.”
You hit his chest and he laughs, wrapping his arms around you and sitting with you, pressing gentle kisses to your skin.
