Hi friends! I woke up in a mood to share some love and support for one of our favorite 501 boys: Jesse! I thought I'd celebrate the occasion by sharing some wallpapers that you can feel free to save and use here:
For anyone wanting to join me by sharing their creations - such as art, fics, headcanons, and misc. tomfoolery - if you want to tag it with the #jessfest so I can see (and reshare all your work)!
As for everyone else, feel free to drop your favorite Jesse moment down below. I'd love to hear any random thoughts, things you adore about the man, songs or other media that reminds you of him, your own OC's for him, or anything else you can think up!
Anywho, see you around for this very haphazardly thrown together Jess-Fest! ~ Leena💜💕
(Special thank you my buddy @legacygirlingreen for helping to organize this event, writing for me, and putting together the beautiful Jesse wallpapers/phone backgrounds, as well as coming up with the adorable hashtag. She is amazing and you simply must check out her blog!!)
Summary: After a tragedy leaves you scarred, you're afraid of what your soulmate might think. He's just glad you're alive.
Pairing: Jesse x reader Soulmate AU
Warnings: NSFW smut, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, first time sex, lots of discussion of scars and body dysphoria, reader is very insecure, reader is disabled and scarred, some pretty intense scenes, angst, panic attacks, PTSD, reader is injured in an explosion, war, violence, some brief gore, reader has nightmares. This one's kinda heavy, but it has a happy ending, Jesse is an absolute sweetie, may make you giggle and kick your feet.
A/N: Just kidding, you're getting two in one day. This one is pretty intense and has some pretty heavy subject matter. Please heed the warnings as it deals with some sensitive subject matter. There is a happy ending I promise. It's just a bit rough to get there. Jesse is a body positive king in this one and we love him for that.
Special thanks to @star-trekker-0013 for giving me the idea for this particular soulmate link. I decided to give it to someone else, but I still wanted to use it.
MASTERLIST
It happens fast.
You’d gone to work that morning after watching news report after news report about the war. It’s been waging for over a year now, and it’s not slowing down any. It seems like every day there’s news of an attack, another planet being devastated, more and more people dying. Your planet has remained largely unscathed, but you know that’s no guarantee it’s going to stay that way.
There were warning systems in place, protocols for if an invasion or an attack happens. What to do to give yourself the best chance of survival, because the best you can do is hope you’re lucky enough to survive.
Even the best laid plans can’t protect against something no one sees coming.
You’re sitting at your desk, typing away as usual when everything goes red. The bang is loud, eardrums popping as you’re thrown from your chair. It’s the shock that keeps it from being worse than it is as your body hits the far wall with a crack.
You’re dizzy, the world spinning around you as you lay there. You can’t move. Pain is burning through your side, your left arm completely numb. You can’t move it. All you can hear is a ringing in your ears, your vision red and black spots. Breathing hurts. Your chest is burning, every breath like agony.
You turn your head slowly, looking over to your left. Where your desk, and several others had been, is a giant hole in the side of the building. Smoke is billowing from the hole, choking you as you try to breathe. You’re stuck, unable to move even if you wanted to.
War has come to your planet finally, and you’re stuck in the middle of it.
***
Jesse doesn’t think much about his soulmate.
Or, he tries not to.
Since he can remember, he’s heard stories about soulmates. They never spoke about them freely, but in the few precious moments they were alone, in the freshers or tucked away in the barracks, the clones spoke about their soulmate links. Marks, dreams, color blindness, writing on the skin, all sorts of ways links may be formed.
Of course, from early on they knew attempting to contact soulmates, or engaging in the links was forbidden. If anyone was found to have initiated the link, they would be forced to reject their soulmate. If they refused, they would be decommissioned.
They also knew, if they were careful enough, they didn’t have to follow this rule.
Most of them didn’t.
It wasn’t fair to them, or to their soulmates, most of whom had been waiting a long time for their links to show up.
Jesse doesn’t know what his link is.
That doesn’t mean much, as there’s plenty of links that are invisible until they happen, or you actually meet your soulmate. He’d heard of a trooper once that had teleported to his soulmate. Disappeared right in the middle of a training exercise. They never found him.
He’s glad they didn’t.
When the war starts, he has far less downtime to think about his soulmate, but still he finds the thoughts plaguing his mind. Who are they? Where are they? When will they meet? How will they meet? How will he know?
The war keeps him busy, but not busy enough.
It’s just over a year into the war when he finally gets his answers.
They’d just finished another campaign, resting on the short journey to the next one. He’d been restless all night, something in the back of his mind keeping him from settling. He can’t pinpoint what it is, what it could be. He feels on edge, like he’s waiting for something to happen.
Maybe he needs to jog around the ship, or do something to help settle his nerves. He climbs from his bunk, heading back into the fresher to splash some water on his face.
The artificial lights flicker on when he enters, and he heads to one of the sinks, looking in the mirror.
A shout of surprise leaves his lips and he stumbles back. He looks down, tugging off the top half of his blacks. His entire left arm is grey. Fingers to shoulder, every inch of his skin is a dull grey color. There’s more grey across the left side of his chest, splattering outward towards the center of his chest, and down onto his abdomen. There’s a long line of grey stretching from his chest up his neck, and splits into two lines at his jaw up to his cheek.
He lifts a shaky hand, touching the two lines. It’s still his skin. It feels no different than the tanned skin around it.
The door swishes open, Rex standing there in his blacks with a blaster in hand. Of course his shout would have woken his lightly sleeping brothers.
“Rex...” He croaks out, his hands shaking. “What’s happening?”
“Jesse,” Rex says, taking a step forward. “I think you’ve found your soulmate link.”
Rex puts a hand on his shoulder, easing him down onto the floor. He’s panicking, the dread that had been in the back of his mind suddenly overwhelming. His soulmate link? His skin suddenly turning grey is his soulmate link?
“Whenever your soulmate gets an injury, it shows up on your skin as a grey mark.” Rex explains. “And any injury you have, would show up on them.”
“Rex...” Jesse croaks out, the panic not easing any.
An injury like this isn’t something you just walk away from. He knows it, his brothers know it. He’s seen injuries like this before, and most of them didn’t make it.
“Easy.” Rex puts a hand on his back. “They’re not dead. You would know if they were. You can’t do anything right now. Just breathe and trust that wherever they are, they’re getting help as we speak.”
***
You’re choking. The smoke is thick, making your eyes burn.
You’re not sure how long it’s been.
The pain is horrible, burning through your shoulder and side. Your right arm is throbbing and your legs have gone numb. You’re stuck in an uncomfortable position, but you can’t move at all.
You’ve tried screaming for help. You’ve been screaming for help, yet nothing. No one knows you’re here. No one knows you’re still alive.
No one’s coming.
You jolt awake, sitting up in bed. You try to breathe, putting a hand on your chest to try and ease the ache there. There’s no smoke. The air is clean and clear. You’re in bed, safe in your temporary home on Coruscant.
You had been saved.
Someone had come.
It had all been just bad luck on your part. The attack on your planet had come out of nowhere. You had been at work, at your desk when it started, right in the path of the first bomb that had been dropped on the city. It had hit a few floors below, and blew upwards just feet from your desk. You had been far enough away to avoid instant death, but too close to come out unscathed.
Getting thrown by the force of the explosion had saved you a lot, but had broken your right arm when you’d hit the wall. Your left side, which had been facing the explosion wasn’t so lucky. Your left arm had been severely burned, along with part of your shoulder and chest. Pieces of shrapnel had lacerated your neck and face, and down along your abdomen, many more buried in your flesh.
Almost two days you laid there, thinking no one was coming. No one was going to save you.
Then they appeared.
Like angels in white coming through the smoke. You’re sure they spoke to you, but your ears had still been ringing, ear-drums perforated from the proximity to the explosion. Moving had been excruciating, even on the stretcher, every step towards freedom was like another explosion hitting you.
You had cried when the rebreather was placed on your face, when the rush of cool, clean air hit you. You remember the green stripe on the helmet of the medic that had injected the pain medicine. He’d held your right hand as you slipped into unconsciousness.
You’d woken up some time later in a medical facility. You were sticky from bacta, a long soak in a bacta tank, the medical droid had explained. Your broken bones and most of the lacerations had healed. Your left arm, however, had been beyond repair. From your shoulder joint to your fingers, the left arm was gone.
They’d been kind enough to replace it with a cybernetic one.
You’d spent a lot of time afterwards, staring at yourself in the mirror. Covered in scars on the left side, leaving your skin warped and streaked with lines. Most of them would never heal beyond what they were. Even repeated bacta treatments wasn’t guaranteed to help any. Some damage was too great, even for the miracle of bacta.
You try not to let it bother you.
Your home, your job, your entire life had been wiped out by the droid army that invaded your planet. Most of the inhabitants of the city that survived were brought to Coruscant as refugees, and put up in communal housing while the Senate endlessly debated what to do.
You’d met a few of the Senators that had pushed for the aid and assistance, chosen practically out of the crowd when you landed with a couple others. After all, who better to show just how ugly the war they sit and debate over truly is than someone like you? Someone who lost everything, including body parts.
It’s only been a few weeks, but you’ve slowly been adjusting to your new life. Your temporary home is more of a hostel, and you share the room with three other women who had been displaced by the destruction of your planet. A couple of them already had jobs on Coruscant, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that yet. You barely left the room, much less the hostel.
The hostel provides food, and there was a donation center on the first floor for clothes and other necessities. It’s nothing like your life previously, but you’re still alive so that counts for something, right?
You spend your day as you usually do, back and forth between the room and the dining hall. You clean a bit, in exchange for your lack of ambition to do much else. You think of it as good practice to get used to your cybernetic arm. You often used it as an excuse to get out of doing things. Lingering pain, the adjustment to a new limb.
The adjustment hadn’t been very hard. The cybernetic limb worked just as well as your flesh one had. In fact, you sometimes forget about it, until you glance at the grey steel and get reminded that it’s not in fact your actual arm.
Of course, the cosmetic side of things was a bit different. Cybernetics aren’t that abnormal. Plenty of beings have them for one reason or another. Some even get them as enhancements. You’ve never considered yourself a vain person, or someone who cares about their looks, but still, people stare. They stare more now.
That’s partly why you’ve avoided going out.
You don’t want people to stare. You don’t want people to ask.
You’re scared of meeting your soulmate. What will they think? Of course, they already know. You shared a link with your soulmate that left a mark on your skin for every injury. You’re littered in grey marks where your soulmate has been cut and injured. The first ones hadn’t shown up until much later in your life than you would expect them to. You hadn’t thought much of it, maybe your soulmate was just that careful. Then more and more had shown up, increasing in number over the last few years. With the war, though, it wasn’t hard to figure out that maybe your soulmate was involved somehow, or perhaps they had been a victim of an attack like you.
It gives you hope that your soulmate might not look at you in disgust and want to reject you because you’re scarred and broken.
***
“We’re going out.”
One of your roommates drops a bag on the end of your bed. You’d been enjoying the quiet while the other three were out, reading a holonovel on your datapad.
You hadn’t known this particular girl before, but you were both from the same planet. She was one of the types to make everyone her friend, regardless of if they wanted to be or not. She had made it her personal mission to help you, despite your obvious disagreement. Her entire apartment building had been destroyed in the attack, but she had been lucky enough to be away from home when it happened. While she could understand some of the loss, she couldn’t understand it all.
“We’re going to 79’s.” She says, beginning to unload the bag onto your bed. “And you’re coming with us.
“The clone bar?” You ask in disbelief. You know about the clone bar a few levels down, a favorite spot for members of the GAR to visit on shore leave. Some of the girls frequented there, but you hadn’t seen the appeal.
“Yeah,” She says, holding up a dress, obviously brand new. “You should get out, get some air, and what better place than a bar filled with trained soldiers?”
You swallow thickly, turning back to the datapad. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Come on,” She says, sitting next to you. “You have to go out eventually, and besides, maybe that medic will be there. You know, the one you talked about? Maybe you can finally thank him in person.”
You know she’s not going to take no for an answer. Maybe going out will be good for you. If nothing else, you can turn around and sneak out while she’s not looking and return home. It might even get her to leave you alone for a while.
Your shoulders slump, knowing what you have to say. Even if you really don’t want to.
***
79s is busy with several battalions on leave at once.
You’re instantly overwhelmed as you weave your way towards the bar with your roommate. So many bodies, so many people all in one place.
You tug nervously at the sleeve of your dress, glancing nervously around the bar. You’re glad she was at least considerate enough to buy a dress with long sleeves. It’s a bit shorter than you would have liked, but your arms are covered. You need to get a job so you can start saving up to get synthetic skin put on your cybernetic arm. Then maybe you won’t feel so awful about it.
You begin to panic a bit as your roommate loses her grip on your hand, disappearing into the crowd. You feel as if the small grip you had on sanity has fled, the bodies around you suddenly seeming to close in around you. It’s getting hard to breathe, smoke filling your lungs. You’re choking on it, imobile and unable to get away from it.
You’re stumbling through the crowd before you even realize it, desperately trying to get back to the door. You push through a group of clones coming in, mumbling apologies as you nearly tumble into the night air.
You stumble away from the door, away from the groups milling about in front of the bar. You find a secluded corner, pressing your back against the wall. You’re gasping for air, pressing a hand into your chest like it might keep your heart from beating straight through the mangled scar-tissue.
“Excuse me?”
A soft voice pulls you from the racing thoughts in your mind. You snap your head to the side, wide eyed and probably looking like a frightened wild animal.
It’s a clone, unmistakably, that’s followed you. You wonder if he’s one of the ones you bumped into in your desperate escape coming to berate you for bumping into him.
“Are you alright?” He asks, taking half a step closer.
You can see his face clearly now. He’s bald, but has a bit of a five o’clock shadow across his cheeks. There’s a Republic cog tattooed across his head and face on the left side, and below it two grey lines running down his neck until they disappear under his armor. You recognize those marks.
They’re exact replicas of the scars on your face.
You continue to stare at him wide eyed. You had considered once that your soulmate could be a clone, but you hadn’t thought that much about it.
And here he is, your soulmate, watching you have a panic attack outside a bar.
“Are you alright?” He repeats, taking a step closer. “I saw you running out of there.”
“T-Too much.” You stutter out, trying to get air into your lungs. You’re not breathing smoke. You’re breathing dirty city air.
A sympathetic look flashes across his face for a moment. “I get it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it that full. It’s not usually this busy.”
“I haven’t been out in public in months.” You say, slowly getting your breathing to calm down. “And my roommate has the genius idea to bring me to a bar.”
“I know someplace quieter. A little cafe not far from here. Unless you’d rather go home. I wouldn’t blame you.”
You look at him for a long while. Here’s your soulmate, right in front of you. You’re close enough to touch. He’s offering to get you out of here, go somewhere quiet.
Or go home.
You can tell what he wants you to say. You should. You may never see him again. You may never get a chance to talk to him before he ships out again. Next time, he may be the one in the explosion. He’s a clone soldier. He could easily die at any point.
So could you.
You nod slowly, your heart still pounding in your chest. “Y-Yeah. Somewhere quiet would be nice.”
The corner of his mouth turns up in a smile. “Okay. This way.”
He leads you away from the bar, his hand hovering against your back as you steady yourself. You’re glad to be away from the crowds, even the people wandering become less and less as he leads you down a level.
“My name’s Jesse.” He says, leading you towards a small cafe. “Lieutenant of the 501st.”
You tell him your name, and your current status as a refugee. Much less exciting than him.
“That’s how it happened, then.” He says as you sit in a back corner booth with steaming cups of caf. “The injuries.”
You swallow nervously. “My home planet was attacked. We didn’t have any warning.”
“You don’t have to tell me the story if you don’t want to.” He says. “Not if it’s still an open wound.”
You nod, taking a sip of the caf. “I still have nightmares about it. What if no one had come looking? What if no one found me?”
“I thought the worst when it first showed up.” He says. “I’ve seen injuries like that many times. I’ve seen many die from them too. I kept waiting and waiting for the inevitable, the pain of losing your soulmate.” He grins at you. “I doubted your strength, and I was proven wrong.”
“I don’t know if I’d call it strength.” You say, looking down at your cybernetic hand hidden under the table.
“You’re a survivor.” He says. “Sometimes that’s harder than dying.” He slips his gloves off his left hand completely grey. “Can I see it?” He slides his hand across the table.
You hesitate for a moment. What if he thinks it’s ugly? What if he thinks less of you because of it? What if he rejects you right here, right now?
“Lots of my brothers have cybernetics.” He says. “Losing limbs is a hazard of the profession.” He smiles at his own joke. “Always better to lose a limb than a life.”
Of course he’s probably seen quite a few cybernetics. When you’re at risk of injuries and constantly being blown up, it’s bound to happen eventually.
You take a breath, slowly lifting your arm onto the table, sliding it into his waiting hand. He closes his fingers around it, the touch feeling exactly like if he had been touching your skin.
“It’s not a bad one.” He says, looking it over.
You shrug. “The Republic paid for it. Can’t complain about a free arm.”
He chuckles quietly at your statement, pulling up your sleeve a little to run his fingers across the wrist joint. “Are you going to get synthetic skin?”
You nod. “I’d like to eventually.”
He releases your hand, leaning back in his seat a bit. “I think it looks good either way. Makes you look badass.”
Your cheeks warm a bit at his compliment, and you let your hand fall back down into your lap.
“You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.” He says, his eyes soft as he stares at you. “Most people aren’t going to care. They’re too worried about their own lives to pay much attention to anyone else.” He leans forward again, resting his elbows on the table. “I certainly don’t care. I’ve seen a lot of ugly things, and a cybernetic arm and some scars is so far from the top of that list.”
Your face heats up even more, your gaze dropping bashfully. It’s been so very long since someone complimented you so honestly.
You spend the night talking and getting to know one another in the cafe. You stay out until early morning, until Jesse has to get ready to return to GAR headquarters to ship out. He walks you back to the hostel, holding your hand in his. You kissed his cheek right over the grey marks before he left. He gave you the number to his private comm, promising to talk and let you know when he’d be on shore leave next.
You head back up to your room, a smile on your face. You can’t stop smiling, feeling something other than distress and numbness for the first time in a long time.
***
The weeks go by since your fateful outing. You go out and manage to find yourself a job, a quiet job with little contact with people. It doesn’t pay much, but it’s a start to things.
You manage to save up enough to find an apartment. It’s a few levels further down than you would have liked, but you’re ready for your own space again. You’re ready to be alone. Well, not totally alone.
You talk as much as you can with Jesse. He’s busy, understandably, but every little moment you get, you’re sending messages back and forth. He had warned you about the need for secrecy. You thought it wasn’t fair, but that’s not something you can change. You just take advantage of the little time you get, and plan for the next time he gets shore leave.
It comes quicker than you thought it might.
You’ve sent him your address, waiting for him to arrive. As much as you’d wanted to go and meet him, you knew it was too risky. He’d have to come to you to try and keep things as inconspicuous as possible. His brothers, and even his General didn’t care, but others in the GAR were not so lenient.
Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest at the knock on the door. You check through the viewer before pushing the button to slide it open.
“Miss me, mesh’la?” He grins, leaning against the doorway with a bouquet of flowers.
You grab him by the chestplate, pulling him inside. The door closes, sealing you into the semi-private apartment. The walls were thin, but most of your neighbors were gone during the evening.
“These are for you.” He says, handing you the bouquet.
“They’re beautiful.” You say, taking them. You head to the small kitchen, grabbing a cup to use as a vase.
“Nice place.” He says, looking around.
You snort. “It’s okay. It works for now.”
He smiles as you place the flowers on your small table. You step up to him, reaching up to cup his cheek with your cybernetic hand. He presses his own hand against it, kissing the metal palm.
“No synthetic skin yet?” He asks.
You shrug. “I guess it’s not really been a priority recently. I kinda like it this way. Makes me look dangerous.”
He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” You lean your head against his chest. “How long do you have?”
“A couple days this time. General Skywalker has some Jedi business he has to take care of.” He kisses the top of your head. “You can have me the whole time.”
You smile up at him. “Good.”
You spent the evening relaxing with takeout and watching holofilms on your datapad. Jesse removed most of his armor, leaving him in his blacks. You rest against his strong chest, quickly getting distracted by him. You knew he was big and strong, but you hadn’t thought he was this big. A broad chest and thick thighs. You want to press yourself as close to him as you can.
You want to feel all of him.
“You okay?” He asks as you shift against him once more.
“Yeah.” You say, pressing your face against his chest. “Just missed you.”
He smiles down at you, tilting your face up. “I missed you too. I’ve been feeling it, ever since that night. The bond, it’s been driving me crazy.”
You trail your hand down his chest, feeling along his pecs. “Would it be weird if we...”
“No.” He leans closer to you. “I think that’s what we’re supposed to do.”
You lean up, meeting him halfway, pressing your lips against his. They’re slightly chapped, but gentle as he kisses you. His hand slides around to cup the back of your neck, holding you.
You hum as his tongue invades your mouth. He tastes like the desert you had finished not too long ago. His hand slides down to your hip, starting to move under your shirt but you grab it, pulling away.
You hadn’t thought about this, nerves starting to bubble up. You’ll have to get naked. You’ll have to reveal the scars. Sure, he had said he doesn’t care, but he’s never actually seen them. What if he changes his mind? You’re not sure you can handle it if he changes his mind.
“What is it?” He asks, concern lacing his voice. “What’s wrong?”
You wring your hands nervously, avoiding his gaze. “I-I just...” You trail off, biting your lip.
“Talk to me.” He says, brushing your hair back. “Is this too fast? You can change your mind at any time. I’ll stop.”
“No, no.” You shake your head. “I just...no one’s...seen me since, well, no one’s ever seen me like that. But...no one’s seen me since...” You gesture at your left side.
A knowing look crosses his face. “Mesh’la, it’s alright. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If you want to keep your clothes on, that’s fine.”
Tears prick your vision. He’s so good. He’s so sweet and kind and understanding. What had you done for fate to bless you with someone like this?
“I want you to be comfortable.” He kisses your hand. “Do you want to keep your shirt on?”
You do want him to see you. You do want him to know, you do want him to see what he’s getting into. You want to know before you commit fully if he’s going to reject you.
You take a deep breath before shaking your head. “No, I-I do want you to...just...I’m scared you’re going to reject me because of it.”
He stares at you in shock for a few moments before pulling you into his arms. “Hey, I’m not going to reject you at all, okay? You’re the best thing that’s happened to me and the thought of losing you terrifies me. It terrified me before I even knew you. I don’t care if you’re covered in scars or hair or weird tattoos. You’re alive and you’re here with me now. That’s all that matters. I mean, look at me. I have a cog on my face.”
You can’t help but laugh. It was true dedication to tattoo the Republic’s symbol on his face. It was endearing too, though. If he’s that dedicated and loyal to the Republic despite all its faults, despite how it’s treated him and his brothers...why are you worried a scar might turn him away from his soulmate?
“Here,” He stands offering his hand.
You take it, letting him pull you up.
He leads you to your bedroom, shutting the door. He closes the curtains before sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s just you and me. No one else.” He tugs his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted chest, marred by the grey spots where your scars are on your skin. You can also see his scars, little marks in spots where his armor left him uncovered, and larger ones from training. You have all of them on your own skin, little grey marks representing him.
You shift nervously as he stares at you, hands curling around the bottom of your shirt. He had said he wouldn’t reject you because of it. You trust him. He hasn’t betrayed you yet. You slowly peel your shirt over your head, keeping your gaze down as you reveal yourself to him.
He’s still for a moment before he’s reaching towards you and you let him maneuver you in front of him. His fingers trail over the skin, feeling every bump and ridge of the uneven scarring. His hands drop to your hips as he leans up, pressing a kiss to the very top of the scar on your cheek.
You hold still as he kisses every inch of the scar, working his way from your cheek, down your neck and chest. He shifts off the bed, kneeling in front of you as he kisses your side and your stomach, down to your hip where the scarring ends. He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your stomach.
“I’m so glad you’re alive.” He breathes, kissing your stomach. “You have no idea...I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you. What I’d do...if you weren’t here.” He stands up, keeping his arms around you. His skin is warm where it’s pressed against yours. “You’re here. That’s all that matters.”
He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him closer. He’s so big and warm, enveloping you in him as he holds you.
You stay like that for a long time, just kissing and holding each other. So many unspoken things flow between you. It’s as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. He really doesn’t care about the way you look, about your scars or your cybernetic arm.
You feel a bit silly. Why would he care? A battle-hardened soldier who’s seen horrors you can’t even imagine balking at a scar? You suppose it could be believable, but Jesse isn’t like that. He’s not like that at all. He’d rather have you alive, no matter what you look like, than have you gone. He’s already lost so much. He shouldn’t have to lose you too.
Jesse’s hands slide down your waist, gripping the backs of your thighs. He lifts you easily, turning and dropping onto the bed with you. You laugh as your back hits the mattress, the frame squeaking a bit in protest.
“Your neighbors are going to hate us.” He says, rolling on top of you.
“Thankfully most of them aren’t home.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I live around a bunch of night owls.”
“Good.” He says, leaning down to kiss you again. “I can make you scream as loud as I want.”
You shiver in anticipation at his words.
His lips blaze a trail down your body, his fingers making quick work of your pants and underwear. He looks at your face as he parts your thighs, slotting himself between them. His gaze drops downward, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he stares at your glistening folds.
“Already excited for me?” He says, trailing his thumb along your slit.
You nod, watching him. “Have been for a while.”
“You should have said something sooner.” He says, laying himself down. “We could have been doing this instead.”
He leans forward, licking at your clit. You gasp at the sensation, lifting your head to stare at him. He meets your gaze, sucking and licking your clit. He shifts slightly and you feel a probing at your entrance, one of his fingers working into you. You moan at the sensation, your body alive just from his touch.
Your very nerves feel alight as he eats you out, working a second finger into you to prepare you. It’s almost too much, but at the same time you’ve never felt more grounded. You know if you fall, he’ll catch you.
“Jesse,” You moan, hands gripping the sheets. “Feels so good. Don’t stop!”
You can feel it building, everything rushing through you all at once. Your fingers have never made you feel like this before. You know it’s the connection, the bond between you. You were made for this, you were created to be perfect together. Two halves of the same soul. This is where you’re meant to be.
You cum with a cry of his name, body writhing as he works you through your orgasm. He finally pulls away, face and fingers wet with your release. You’re breathing heavily, staring up at him.
“You alright?” He asks, stroking your thighs.
You nod, finally gaining enough control over your body to release the sheets from your fists. “Yeah. Better than alright.”
He grins. “Good.”
Your gaze drops down his body to the prominent bulge in his blacks.
“You sure?” He asks, following your gaze.
You nod, licking your lips. “Yeah.”
He stands from the bed to peel his blacks off, his hard cock springing free. He climbs back on the bed, wrapping a hand around his length. He’s thick and long, your eyes widening a bit. You didn’t think he’d be that big.
“That’s not gonna fit.” You say.
He laughs. “I’ll go slow. Just tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop, alright?”
You nod, bracing yourself.
He smooths his hands up your legs, rubbing at the muscle. “Relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You do your best, wincing a bit as he lines up, pressing the head in. He pauses, laying his body against yours. He wraps his arms around you, holding you as he slowly works his way in. He peppers your face with kisses, only moving when you tell him to. It burns, the stretch, but the more you relax, the easier he slips inside.
He stops once he’s fully seated, still holding you. You feel so stretched around him, so full of him. He breathes against your neck, pressing soft kisses every so often. The burn begins to lessen, your body relaxing more and more around him. You shift your hips a little, his cock moving inside you.
“Jesse?” You gasp, clinging to his shoulders.
He grunts against your neck, pushing himself up to his elbows above you.
“Move.” You gasp, shifting your hips again.
He slowly begins to pull out of you before sliding back in. You stare up at him, holding his gaze as he thrusts in and out of you, deepening the movement every time. He grunts quietly as he moves, dragging his hips against yours.
Your eyes roll back in pleasure, your quiet moans gradually getting louder. He watches your face, shifting his hips just slightly to angle his thrusts differently. You let out a loud shriek of his name, your legs tightening around his waist. He smirks, continuing to hit that spot. You tremble under him, that heat building once more inside you.
Your nails dig into his shoulders as his hips brush against your clit, the sensation too much. You cum with a scream of his name, arching off the bed. He works you through your orgasm, your tight pussy dragging his orgasm out of him with a loud moan. He spills inside of you, stilling his hips.
You both stay there for a few moments, breathing heavily. You open your eyes, staring up at his face. He’s looking at you with such love and adoration you almost can’t handle it.
He slips his arms under you, rolling you both over so you’re laying against his chest. You share soft kisses, eventually moving the blankets over your bodies as you rest for a moment. You’re glad he has a couple days off this time, knowing full well you’re likely not going to leave this bed.
You do have one thing you have to do, one burning question you need to ask.
“Jesse, how did you know how to do all that?” You ask purely out of curiosity. You don’t really care if he’s had other girls before you. You know you’re the only one he needs now.
He looks a little sheepish. “My brother Fives has quite the collection of, uh, holofilms. I may have grabbed his datapad accidentally at one point during this last deployment. I wanted to make sure, in case things happened, I wasn’t fumbling around like an idiot.”
You stare at him, open mouthed for a moment. “I wouldn’t have cared if you didn’t know what you were doing.” You lay your head back on his chest. “But remind me to thank Fives later.”
He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You love his laugh. You’re never going to get tired of hearing it. “He’ll be thrilled to meet you. All of them will.”
“Good. I want to meet all of them.”
“All of them?” He asks. “There’s probably over a million now.”
“That’s fine.” You say, yawning. “I’ve got time.”
He chuckles, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “Love you.”
You smile sleepily, snuggling against his chest. “Love you too.”
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I would like to request a Jesse x Fem!Reader, where reader gets discharged from a lengthy hospital stay and gets to go home, where her partner Jesse picks her up and takes her home and cares for her. Its a very self indulgent request i must admit. It can be sfw/suggestive or nsfw if you like, but mostly i‘d love some caregiver!jesse 🥺
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Relief
Jesse X F!Reader
word count: 781
After being discharged from hospital, Jesse shows you just how much he missed, cares and loves you.
warnings: 16+ as there is implied sexual content but nothing explicit. female reader, mentions of hospital visits and reader having a bad autoimmune system, slight angst but fixed with lots of fluff and comfort. Established relationship.
Authors note: thank you for the support always bestie. Enjoy, sorry it’s a little on the shorter side. ily 💜
After what felt like an endless cycle of blurred days and nights, the comfort of home beckoned. Your autoimmune condition had warranted an extended stay at the hospital, and although the memories of long hours and less-than-stellar meals lingered, there was a beacon of hope waiting for you on the other side.
You had been with Jesse for just over a year now and never had you been so lucky. He was the perfect blend of kindness, humor, and of course - undeniable good looks. So, it wasn't surprising to find him eagerly waiting for you in the lobby, his foot rhythmically tapping the floor. But when his eyes met yours, any signs of impatience melted away, replaced with a beaming smile.
"There’s my girl," he greeted with a joyous grin, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on your cheek.
Mustering a weary yet content smile, you replied, "Here I am." Your smile widened in delight as he gracefully unveiled a bouquet of your favourite flowers from behind his back. "Oh, Jesse," you murmured, "you really didn't have to."
"No," he smirked, arm confidently linking with yours, guiding you as he flagged down a cab, "but it made me happy to."
With a content sigh, you both settled into the taxi, heading towards the sanctuary of your home. The mere idea of being enveloped in the soft embrace of your own bed was enough to make you feel more relaxed. Jesse's eyes were fixed on you, tenderly observing the visible signs of your exhaustion. But, he was smart enough not to voice his observations. Instead, he pulled you closer, letting you nestle into his side for the duration of the ride.
A short while later, the familiar setting of your home welcomed you. Stepping inside, you inhaled deeply, reacquainting yourself with its comforting aroma. Overwhelmed by the warmth and familiarity, you sank into your couch, releasing a sigh that echoed your longing. "I've missed this so much," you murmured, gazing up at the ceiling. As your gaze wandered, a realisation dawned. The place was spotless. Not a single trace of dust to be seen anywhere.
Catching your surprised expression, Jesse chuckled, "Thought I'd do a bit of tidying up."
Your laughter joined his as relief washed over you. The realisation that he'd taken it upon himself to do every little chore that was pending made your heart flourish.
From the laundry to the dishes, from taking out the trash to scrubbing that stubborn grout in the kitchen sink you'd been meaning to tackle – everything was done.
"Jesse," you whispered, admiration and affection swelling within you. Although you two didn’t share a home, mostly due to Jesse's commitments with the GAR, seeing the lengths he'd gone to care for your space during your hospital stay only deepened the bond between you.
Jesse's face lit up with a touch of pride as he then pointed towards the fridge. "I also prepped some meals for you." He admitted with a sheepish grin, "Though, I won't guarantee they're gourmet quality – cooking isn't exactly my specialty." His hand instinctively went to the back of his head, a gesture he often made when slightly embarrassed.
“Anything would be better than the dirt they serve in there.” You shudder at the cold gruel you were offered.
Overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness, you responded, "I can't begin to express my gratitude." He settled down beside you on the couch, wrapping an arm around you protectively.
"You could start by resting and taking it easy," he said with a playful smirk, his lips gently brushing your temple. His fingers began to work magic as he moved them into your hair, massaging your scalp and making you sink further into his embrace.
"That sounds perfect right now," you admitted, stifling a yawn as relief washes over you. Curling even closer to him, you whispered, "I love you."
"And I love you," he replied, ensuring both of you were covered with a throw blanket before starting a holomovie, the volume just low enough to be comforting. Cherishing moments like these was essential because they were so rare.
That evening, Jesse managed to whip up a surprisingly delicious meal. The two of you shared stories and laughter, catching up on all the happenings you missed while you were away. And as the night grew deeper, he effortlessly lifted you, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and carried you off to bed. Even as passion ignited between the two of you, kisses turning into heated dances and breathing turning into soft moans, Jesse's touch remained gentle. And his whispers held promises and love that saw you through the night.
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I got your message ^^ I'm adding in a one of the Reg boys. Becuase we all love our Regs too.
Clone wars
I match you with..... Jesse
Jesse can be a tease but most times he's well behaved
Man turns into a blushing mess when you hug or kiss him. The other boys will bully him for it.
Every chance he gets he will be seeing you. He loves just getting to sit and watch the sunrise with you.
Both of you sitting on the barracks roof watching the stars or early sun rise. Beicase it's time you both get to spend just the two of you.
Rex and Anakin both givign him the 'talk' and Jesse is just dead pan face.
Anakin wanting to meet you and have a proper introduction becuase he wants to make sure you and Jesse look after each other.
Hardcase loves teasing Jesse about you. But he knows that your already spoken for but won't stop him from harmlessly flirting with you.
Please be there each time he comes back from mission even if it's just in the crowd it makes he feel like there really is something worth fighting for when he sees you smiling and waving to him.
" Maker I never thought that would end" Jesse huffs as he engulfs you in a tight hug. His nose resting in your hair as he inhales, breathing in your scent.
"Who know the Captain and General could talk so long" he remarks which makes you laugh lightly.
"They worry for you which I can understand. They just want to look our for you" you say back to him.
"I'm missed you so much Cyar'ika" he mumbles into your hair with a sigh. "I missed you too Jesse, I'm glad to have you home." You say back as you both stand in the almost desilated halls of the Barracks.
"Come on Jesse let's go celebrate!" You say lightly which makes him smile and kiss the side of your head.
"I'd like the very much" he says with a smile moving to walk with his hand in yours.
I match you with..... Crosshair
Lots of shared Snarky comments.
Crosshair will steal your glasses and tease you. Loves holding them above your head so you can't get them.
Crosshair loves laying across your lap when he feels like it. Press light kisses to his head.
He loves to bully you. It's only little things, pinches you, picks you up and just likes to be a menace.
He can be quite affectionate when he wants to be. He will curl up beside you and just snuggle.
He hates being teased by his brothers about his liking for you.
Please trace his tattoo and scars, it makes him feel loved and that you are with him for him being him.
He will teach you how to shoot or help you improve your skills. He loves positioning you and then telling you your doing it wrong.
Will prize you with kisses if you can shoot a target he has set for you.
"Your holding it wrong Cyare, you need to hold it lime this" Crosshair said moving to stand behind you and position you.
Both his arms come around to yours griping your hands lightly and helping you line up the target. Once he is happy with it his hands move to your waist.
"Make sure to keep your grip the rifle has quite a bit of recoil. Would hate to have Tech put your shoudler back together" he says with a smirk.
making you shoot him a glare as you more the gun to look over your shoudler.
"Keep your eyes on your target Sweet cheeks" he says with a grumble once again re positioning you.
He presses his armored body into your back his lips right next to your ear as he lines the shot up.
"Now shoot" he chuckles as his other hand reaches for your waist, You take the shot.
the recoil hurts but not as bad as it could have been and as you look to the spot you see you have hit the target. Your a little off but not by much.
Crosshair hums lightly as e rest his other hand comes up to grip his weapon and pull it from you.
" Well done Sweet one, with more practice you will get better" he says spinning you to face him.
A satisfied smile graces his lips as he looks down at you. " And now for your prize" he chuckles moving closer.
his arm wrap around your waist pulls you flush agaisnt him as he claims your mouth in a searing kiss.
"Y/n!, Crosshair!. Get your shit together we leave in fifteen!" Hunter calls from across the field. Cross grumbles as he pulls away. " We will continue this later"
Just a small Jesse x Reader I wrote and finally brave enough to share. Just a small fluff.
Word Count: 487
Warnings: Mild alcohol irresponsibility. alcohol mention
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"You deserve better than m- ugh." Jesse clung to you as you made your way through the streets of Coruscant. "Tonight was supposed to be special, but I ruined it." He slurs.
A small laugh escapes you as you stop and steady him. "Whats so important about tonight?" You ask. Every night you get to spend with Jesse was a special one. With the war dragging and the Separatists Army becoming bolder in their advancement, your boyfriend and the rest of his brothers in the 501st were hardly ever on Coruscant. So every moment together was one you cherished.
Jesse tried standing up straight and swayed backwards."Wanted to introduce you to the others." He mumbles, slowly leaning on the nearby wall. "Wanted to just-" he stops. "Just introduce them to my girl.. Y/N." He groans. "Why do I always drink so much?" He puts his forehead against the cool wall.
You sigh and gently rub the troopers back, comforting him. "Jesse you were just having a good time. But, you have been overdoing it a bit you think?" Jesse responds with a moan. "Well.. How about we do something else the next time you want to go out for drinks?" You suggest softly. "I know things can be hard with the war, I can't even imagine.." You trail off.
A few small tears escape Jesses eyes. "What can I do?" He pleads. "I can't do thi- I feel the planet rotating Y/N." he says, holding back a small sob. "I need it to hold still." he grips the wall tighter.
"Well," you say, "The next time you feel that urge to go out, why don't you do something else instead? Something that you enjoy?" you give him an encouraging smile. "There has to be some hobbies in that pretty head of yours."
Jesse is silent for a minute. "I... I don't know." He turns around and takes a deep breath. "I like to kiss you." He says. "A-and curl up into that fluffy blanket you have on your couch."
You laugh. "Well tell you what. How about next time-instead of going out- we rent a nice holovid, buy a bunch of snacks, and curl up right on my couch for the night?"
Jesse thinks for a minute, swaying back and forth."And the kisses?"
"All the kisses your heart could ask for."
"Can I now?" He asks, accompanied by his best attempt at a pout.
You laugh and stand on tiptoes, living him a small peck on the lips. "Hm, I never was a fan of Corellian Whiskey." You tease. "Lets get you home so you can get some water in you. I'll even let you use the fluffy blanket if you drink it all for me."
Jesse nods his head, and takes your arm again, continuing your walk through the lit streets of Coruscant.
Jesse - If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me
Warnings : Mention of injuries and blood?
Words : 382
“Somebody hold him down!” You snapped at the clones around you, trying to rip armor off a severely injured Jesse. Hardcase and Kix each grabbed one of Jesse’s shoulders and tired to keep him from moving to much. “And will someone tell Matchstick to keep this kriffing thing steady!”
The LAAT had swerved, throwing you to the side. Jesse yelled in pain as you scrambled back over to him and cut his blacks from his blood soaked skin.
“You could be a little easier.” Jesse groaned. You just gave him an dark glare and assessed the damage to his chest. Four long claw marks marred him from shoulder to hip, bleeding profusely. Cursing under your breath, you dug through your med bag for the only thing that was going to save his life.
“I have bacta patches pulled out.” Kix nodded to the floor by him but you shook y our head.
“Those won’t work. They’ll take too long to seal the wound and he’ll die before we can get him into a bactatank.” You held up a field cauterizer, making Jesse moan as he caught sight of the small device. “Well maybe next time you’ll think twice before pissing off a gundark.”
“That beast started it.”
“This is going to hurt.” You warned, straddling his hips and turning on the cauterizer.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” He said through clenched teeth, watching you intently.
You had barely pressed the cauterizer to his skin before his hips bucked as he screamed. You yelped as you were flung forward, causterizer flying from your hand, and barely caught yourself from headbutting Jesse. Your hand slapped the ground by his face, chest pressed to his and getting sticky with blood,and your lips were less than an inch apart.
“I’ll tell you what Trooper,” As you whispered to him, your lips almost brushed. “You make it out of this alive, buy me a drink at 79′s and I’ll show you how I’d seduce you.”
Without waiting for a response, you sat up and held your hand out for the cauterizer. You weren’t exactly sure who handed it to you, but you barked at them to hold Jesse’s legs.
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3000 Prompt List Celebration
Jesse X F!Reader
word count: 1.5k
NSFW
prompt:
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next.”
warnings: NSFW, 18+ only! Established relationship with a female reader. Consensual smut, p in v sex, cunnilingus, praises, dirty talk, swearing, light dom!Jesse with a slightly sub reader. Reader wearing stockings and lingerie. Couch sex. Not proofread.
authors note: sorry for the wait lovely. Hope this is fine. Love you @starqueensthings 💜
As you lay on the plush couch in your apartment, your fingers lightly brushing against the silky fabric of your stockings, you fixate your gaze on the door before you. The anticipation swells within you; he's finally back, and you have a delightful surprise in store for him.
In the lead-up to this moment, your playful and flirtatious messages have been exchanged back and forth, igniting a fiery excitement that burns between the two of you for the last week.
Knowing he'll be home any minute, you slip into something more enticing and comfortable, a mesmerising lingerie set that Jesse had once admired while window shopping with you several months ago. His words of admiration echoed in your mind, inspiring you to go all out for his return.
As you listen intently, the sound of approaching footsteps quickens your heartbeat. The familiar beep signals his arrival, and the door opens with a soft hiss, revealing your significant other standing there, taking in the sight before him. His eyes widened with desire and passion, the room suddenly charged a certain type of energy.
"Well, well, don't I feel like the luckiest man alive?" he exclaims, his voice tinged with desire and appreciation.
A mischievous smirk graces your lips as you playfully tilt your head, feigning innocence. “What makes you say that, Trooper?”
He corrects you with a hint of arrogance, but you find it utterly captivating. “That’s Arc Trooper to you.” He says proudly, chest slightly puffing out.
“My apologies, Arc Trooper.” Your voice is laced with a sultry tone and you grin internally as he gulps upon your words.
Folding his arms over his chest, he comes closer until he stands just a few feet away, his intense gaze roaming from the top of your head to your toes. He struggles to stifle a low moan that threatens to escape his throat, the sight before him rendering him nearly powerless. "If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next."
Meeting his hungry eyes with your own, filled with desire and a touch of mischievousness, you reply, “Now, why would that ever be a bad thing?” Unwilling to back down from the teasing exchange, you decide to take matters into your own hands—or, more accurately, onto your knees. Slowly, you shift position, facing him with an alluring intensity, your eyes conveying a magnetic message of desire. The tension in the room heightens as you give him a tantalising show, your every movement calculated to captivate him.
As he steps closer, his tall figure now looms over you. He looks into your eyes with a heavy-lidded gaze. With a gloved hand, he gently strokes your cheek, his thumb moving to trace over your lower lip, hinting at his playful mood. "You've been quite a naughty girl," he says teasingly.
You bat your eyelashes, playfully responding to his comment. Unable to resist, you lean in slightly, your lips softly meeting his thumb, giving it a tender, affectionate kiss before encasing it between your lips and very gently suck. He lets out a deep, contented sigh, his emotions evident in the sound.
"I've missed you so much," you confess once you pull back, your voice filled with genuine affection and longing.
"Not as much as I missed you," he admits with a hint of longing. Leaning down, he captures your lips in a passionate and intense kiss. His touch is firm but tender. Deep and fiery. He doesn’t even shy away when it comes to slipping his tongue into your mouth, parting your lips which elicits a grateful moan from you.
Your hands rest on his strong stomach as you both revel in the moment. "You’re so,” he now murmurs against your jaw, placing affectionate kisses along its curve, “perfect.”
The sensation sends shivers down your spine, causing you to lean back against the couch, caught up in the thrill of his affectionate advances.
His lips lower and lower until he finds that sweet spot against your neck, licking and gently nipping at your skin that makes you giggle his name, your panties getting increasingly wetter with every touch. “Needy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Jesse.” You rasp, eyes closing as he cups one of your breasts above the silky fabric, feeling your stiffening nipples.
Soon, he lowered himself so low as he trailed his wanting lips all over your body that he was on the floor and conveniently between your legs. His smirk is dangerous as he eyes you up like a meal, fingers caressing your thighs. “Can’t believe you’re all dressed up like this for me. You look amazing, baby.” He admires almost dreamily that it sends a heat straight to your core.
“Just for you,” you whisper, watching in anticipation as his right hand moves more inwards of your legs, teasing you relentlessly before he uses a single finger to stroke against the now soaked fabric to your panties that makes you jolt in surprise.
“Easy there,” he chuckles at your reaction, brushing over the thin fabric that separates his fingers from your pussy, “I’ll take care of you.”
You chew on your lower lip, your soft sighs of pleasure turning into deep moans as he hooks and pulls your panties to the side already parting your soft folds with his tongue.
Your pelvis involuntarily thrusts into his face, melting as he groans at just the taste of you. His tongue lapped at your cunt like a man starved, full of passion. “You taste so damn good.” You look down at him through watering eyes, seeing his eyes watching you intently as he sucks on your clit making you whine in pleasure.
He grabs your hips, fingers biting into your flesh and brings you closer to him, tongue digging deeper into your sopping core that makes you writhe, panting as he edges you to your climax. “Oh f-fuck, Jesse!”
He tsks against you, vibrations following. “Now that’s some naughty language, babe.” His hands now move to your thighs, keeping them spread as you couldn’t help but close them over his head whenever he hits that perfect spot.
“As much as I want to taste your cum,” he mutters as he pulls away from your clit with a pop that made you mewl and had your head rolling back, “I need to be inside you.”
You watch him start to strip for you, your eyes blown in desire as you take every inch of his gorgeous skin in. Your eyes land on his cock which stands deliciously erect as he shifts you into position on the couch, kneeling himself between your legs. “It’s been a while so I might be rusty,” he chuckles a little nervously but nothing that a quick kiss couldn’t solve.
“I’m sure you’ve still got some fire in you,” you grin against his lips before laying back down, allowing Jesse to press his swollen tip to your entrance.
He lets out a shuddering breath as sinks into you, grunting at your tightness. “That’s right baby, s-so good.” He pulls out before slowly pushing into you again, stretching you up slowly so he didn’t hurt you.
Your head falls against the couch cushion, whimpering in pleasure as he then fully sinks into you, his hand cupping your cheek adoringly as he drags his cock in and out of your flushed pussy.
“You missed my cock filling you up, huh?” He grunts raggedly, watching you writhe in pleasure beneath him as he thrusts in and out of you at a steady rhythm.
“Yes, so much!” You rasp, breathless as you elevate your hips a little, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he buries himself into you and hitting that soft spot within you better.
He sighs, biting his lower lip as his eyes admire your body that was dressed in a lingerie he always wanted to envision you in. “So fucking hot,” he almsot whimpers as he watches the way his cock slides in and out of you all the while you’re watching him in complete awe.
“Yes you are.” You pant which only urges him on, his pace getting faster and harder that has your nails gripping into your couch as he rocks into you, the couch creaking against the floorboards as he pummels into you.
“Not gonna last much longer baby,” he grunts, hand coming down to play and strum with your clit, your pussy clenches against his cock as you too near your high once again.
After a few more pumps and loud moaning that you were certain the neighbors could hear, he pulls out and paints your scanderlu clad body with strings of white, beads of sweat pouring down his forehead and temple. Your orgasm came at the same time, chanting his name until your body went limp as stars blinded your vision.
After a few moments, you sit up and glance at the mess he made on your lingerie and chastise him playfully, “you ruined your present.”
He chuckles, admiring you lovingly and plants a kiss to your lips. “Yes, yes I did.”
