Warnings: this is pure filth, porn with no plot, handjob, fingering, talks about sex, smut, kissing, making out, cursing, male anatomy, female anatomy, virgin reader, innocence kink (i think?), virginity kink (is that a thing?), weed, being high, vulgar language, no use of y/n, not proofread
Word count: 2,2K
a/n: this is so random but i needed to write about him, so yeah
You knew about sex. Well, in a broad sense anyway. You knew how it worked and the consequences that came with it but you'd never actually done anything other than touching yourself.
Maybe it was the weed.
Maybe it was the crush you'd been harboring for Jessie for the past year.
It didn’t matter what caused it, the fact is that the words had left your mouth and now you couldn’t take it back.
“Can I see your dick?”
You expected Jesse to jump from the couch and look at you like some sort of pervert. But he surprised you.
“It's not hard.”
Maybe his brain was foggy with weed too.
“So what?”
“So it's not nice to-um-look at, I guess.”
He gave you a small shrug, looking at nothing in particular but actively avoiding your gaze.
“Dina’s never seen it soft?”
Jesse recoiled a bit at the mention of Dina and you immediately regretted bringing her up.
“Sorry. I’m just curious, I've never…”
You forced yourself to stop talking, opting to pick at your shoes instead.
“You’re a virgin?”
He didn’t ask like he was judging, he asked like he was genuinely surprised. Your heart sped up a bit. Had he revealed something to you just now? Or was it just in your head?
“Yeah.”
Jesse stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about something as he stared off into space. He was struggling to decide what was or not appropriate to say. You’d started this conversation but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by accident. He didn’t know how “innocent” you were.
“Normally people only see it when it's already hard.”
You bit into your cheek, nodding in understanding. No one had ever told you that but it did make sense with the little knowledge you had.
Jesse watched you think for a second. His eyes scanned your body. You seemed calm but that could be because of the weed. You turned to look at him, your eyes catching the way his eyes raked over your body. Ok so you definitely weren't imagining things. There was something there. But just how far would Jesse let you go?
You intended to find out.
“If i made it hard would you show me?”
You where already starting to make him hard with all your fucking questions. His brain took every word that slipped from your mouth and turned it into a dirty little fantasy. Harmless but very effective. He hesitated for a bit but then the horniness got to him and he simply nodded at you.
“Yeah ok.”
You lifted off your spot on the floor, moving towards him. He shifted on the couch, moving so that he was sitting instead of laying down. You stopped when you got in front of him, hands unconsciously tugging at your jacket. Jesse waited, his eyes moving over your body until they reached your face. You looked at him with wide eyes. It was then that he realised you were waiting for him to tell you what to do.
“Have you ever made out with someone?”
“Like kissing them? Yeah I've kissed people Jesse, I'm not that inexperienced.”
Jesse sighed. He hadn’t meant for it to sound like he didn’t think you could manage to have someone want to kiss you, but by the way you’d crossed your arms in front of your chest he could tell he’d touched a nerve.
He rose from his spot, closing the distance between the two of you. You took a step back at the action, not because you didn’t want him close but because you didn’t know what to expect from him. Jesse noticed the uncertainty in your eyes.
“Hey it’s ok. It’s just me.”
You nodded, allowing him to move closer. His hand found your cheek, his thumb running over the skin as he spoke.
“There's a difference between kissing and making out. That’s why I asked.”
Before you could answer he leaned down. His lips found yours, placing a small kiss to them before backing away.
“That’s a kiss.”
His hand moved to rest on your waist, pulling you flush against his body. His lips crashed into yours, hands trying to tug you impossibly closer. Your heart was beating so fast it was the only thing you could focus on. This was so different from the gentle kiss he’d just given you. This was hungry. Carnal.
Your body reached for him in desperation, arms moving to wrap around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hands squeezed your hips before shifting to your ass. You gasped at the movement and Jesse took it as his opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth.
When he finally pulled away you were gasping for air. Your chest heaved with every breath, lips swollen as you stared up at him like he’d just shown you the secrets of the universe. He couldn’t help but smile at your expression.
“So, I take it you’ve never made out with anyone.”
“No I've never done…that.”
A laugh slipped from your mouth before you could help it. Jesse joined in, his hands never leaving your body. When you both got your laughing fit in controle you leaned into him, placing a kiss to his lips. Your mouth chased his as he moved away, a small whine leaving you. Jesse’s dick twitched at the sound. It didn’t help that you were practically pouting at him.
“It’s easier if you're sitting down.”
“Okay.”
You watched him move back to the couch. He took a seat, manspreading as he stared up at you. You took a step forward, hesitating for a moment before placing one knee on the couch. Jesse nodded his head at you, approving your movements, so you continued. You settled on his lap, hands resting on his shoulders. Jesse's hands rested on your hips as he waited to see what you would do. Your eyes moved from his mouth to his neck, tongue moving out to wet your lips.
“Can I try something?”
“Of course.”
“And you’ll tell me if it's bad?”
“If you want me to.”
“I do.”
“Then yeah, I will.”
Satisfied, you leaned down. Your lips found his neck with caution, placing small pecks to the skin. Jesse shifted beneath you, head moving to the side to give you more access. You took that as a sign to keep going.
Your kisses became more confident and Jesse responded to every single one. When you finally found his sweet spot he let out a groan, hips bucking up into you. The action caused you to stop licking at his neck. Jesse's eyes snapped open when he felt you pull away from him.
“What is it?”
“You’re hard.”
He had completely forgotten about how all this had started. But you were right, he was hard.
“Does that mean I did it right?”
Jesse smiled at you before he could help it. He tugged you into a kiss and you accepted it. You ground down into him, searching for relief without even knowing why you were doing it. Jesse pulled away, his forehead resting on yours.
“So…can I see now?”
He had promised and Jesse was a man of his word.
“Yeah. Do you want me to take it out or do you wanna do it yourself?”
“You can do it.”
“Okay. Move back a bit.”
You did as he asked, shifting slightly on his lap so that he could reach his pants with more ease. Your eyes followed every movement. He moved slowly, drawing the moment out longer than necessary. You could tell he was doing it on purpose. Just as you were going to scold him his dick sprang free.
Your lips parted in confusion, head tilting to the side as you took in the sight before you. It wasn’t pretty. It looked kind of weird actually. But you felt a desire to sit on it.
How strange.
Jesse watched you take it in. He could see the wheels turning in your mind. He hadn't expected you to scream out in joy or anything but the silent observation was killing him.
“Can I touch it?”
“Sure.”
Your hand moved to grab his dick. Jesse hissed at your skin met his, causing you to look up at him.
“Did that hurt?”
“Not exactly, it's just sensitive”
You gave him a tentative stroke. Jesse's head fell back onto the couch with a small pant so you repeated the action.
“Is it true that people put it in their mouth?”
“Yeah its-shit- that's a blowjob.”
“Is it good?”
“Very.”
“Better than this?”
Your hand hasn't stopped moving as you spoke and Jesse was finding it harder and harder to keep his voice leveled.
“Much.”
“Do you want me to? Put it in my mouth I mean.”
Oh, he so very much wanted that. But not right now. Right now he wanted to show you he could make you feel good too. So despite his brain yelling at him to say yes he moved to grab onto your hand. You gazed up at him as his hand warped around yours, stilling your movements.
“Maybe another time. Can I show you something instead?”
“Okay.”
Jesse's hand moved to your pants, looking up at you in a silent question. You understood his request. Once you’d nodded your okay, Jesse unbuttoned your pants and pulled your zipper down. You were already panting from the anticipation. When his fingers found your folds a moan ripped itself from your throat. You’ve touched yourself before but it felt so different when it was someone else doing it. Jesse's fingers were thicker than yours so the feeling of fullness was more predominant.
“Jesse it's…oh wow.”
“Fuck you’re wet.”
He added another digit and you gasped.
“Just wait till you feel my dick.”
You clenched at his words and Jesse couldn’t help but smile.
“You want that huh? Want me to fuck you?”
You were nodding with all your might, fingers gripping onto his shoulder as he continued to finger you.
“Can I sit on it?”
“Next time. It’s better to be laying down for the first time.”
“Okay.”
“I need you to cum first though ok?”
You nodded, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. Your hips rocked against his fingers, searching for your release. When his thumb found your clit you were gone.
You fisted at his shirt, mouth opening to release a moan of his name as you gushed onto his fingers. Your body sagged into his completely as you reached your high. Jesse placed a kiss on your shoulder as he removed his fingers from inside you.
“You want a taste?”
As curious as you were, your body was too tired to focus on anything other than the sudden euphoria that has washed through it. So you shook your head. Jesse moved his fingers away from your face, shoving them into his mouth before licking them clean. You watched the action, clenching around nothing.
You looked down at Jesse's crouch, finding him still rock hard, possibly even more than he ahd been when you’d been touching him. Jesse caught onto your stare, hands moving to wrap around your chin. He lifted your head so that you were looking into his eyes.
“Do you really want it to be me, or were you just saying it because my fingers felt good?”
“Not just because of that. I like you Jesse and I trust you. I want it to be you. If that's alright with you I mean.”
“It's more than alright with me.”
He gave you a loving kiss, shifting around so that he could tug you out of his lap and lay you down on the couch. You spread your legs for him, allowing him to slot between them.
“It’ll hurt a bit at the start but it gets better. And if you want me to slow down or stop you tell me ok?”
“I will.”
“Good. You ready?”
“Hu huh.”
Jesse was right at first it stung, even with how slowly he was entering you the discomfort was present. Your brows furrowed and Jesse noticed. He moved to caress your thighs, trying to pull your attention away from the pain. It worked well. Before you knew it the pain had turned into pleasure.
Jesse started rocking into you slowly. With every move you gasped, hands clawing onto his back. That only spurred him on. His movements became more erratic, his whines louder. He was trying to be a gentleman but you kept clenching around him like a vice.
His head fell onto your shoulder, hips moving faster and faster with each of your moans. You could feel the pressure in your stomach. The more he moved the closer it got to snapping. And then with one well placed thrust Jesse had you biting into his shoulder as you came.
It took everything in Jesse to not cum inside as your body threatened to swallow him whole but he managed. Afterwards the two of you lay in eachothers arms snuggling to keep the cold at bay.
“Do you think we’ll be here long?”
Jesse glanced out the window. The storm was still raging outside.
“At least a couple hours.”
“Does that mean we can go again?”
Jesse let out a laugh. He’d created a monster.
“Yeah we can go again.”
“Can I sit on it this time?”
“Sure. Just give me a couple minutes.”
“Alright.”
You settled on the couch nuzzling into Jesse, your body buzzing with the promise of what was to come.
still breathless and falling part 1 | jesse x fem!reader
Summary: You and Jesse have been good friends for a long time. But there’s always been something between you two that you knew felt was more than just that. That doesn’t mean that you wouldn’t ever do anything about it…until tonight.
Warnings: EXPLICIT 18+ MINOR DNI. P in v, oral (f receiving) if you squint. Soft and passionate sex while intoxicated and high.
Note: Yall…I don’t know what happened but what I do know is that the minute I finished tlou s2 ep1, I couldn’t stop thinking about Jesse and this little story. Young Manzino is HOT with a capital H. I haven’t written a lot of x reader stuff here on tumblr in awhile, I’ve been mostly writing on Ao3 for my Twilight fic but I COULDNT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS. I wrote this out last night chaotic on my phone and then fixed up today. I might be a little rusty on the x reader type of writing but nonetheless,I hope you enjoy!!
(P.s: we need more Jesse fics this time around! We didn’t get much when the game came out)
You promised yourself that this wouldn’t happen. Made a rule that he was off limits. Swore even that this was a line that you could never cross. But rules were meant to be broken and making promises you couldn’t keep were always the best kind.
You could blame it on the beer you drank; the brown bottles cold and empty littering at your feet. Could even throw the blame at the weed you smoked; A single blunt shared across cold chapped lips and even colder fingertips. But you both know the main reason— the only reason why this happened.
You both just couldn’t fucking help yourselves.
Sitting on that rock outside the apartment complex. The night young but the roads and walkways surprisingly bare and empty. The snow slowly hardening underneath your boots from the cold night temperature. You and Jesse are a foot apart. The last of the joint now fizzled out against the wet white slush.
Jesse had said something to you—a joke that you don’t even remember what about, but you do know you laughed loudly at it. Leaning against his shoulder, your head in the crook of his neck as you smiled lazily. Despite not remembering the words that left his mouth, you knew that it was funny enough to make the both of you laugh, you could still feel the rumble of him chuckling against your cheek.
You had lifted your head to tell him something but then realizing how close the two of you had gotten, the words had immediately erased from your mind. Eyes flickering down to Jesse’s lips, pink and slightly chapped from the cold before flickering back to his coffee brown eyes. His are still gazing down at your parted lips. A small yet deep noise leaves his throat as he watches you lick you them lightly.
And before you know it, his lips meet yours.
You could’ve stopped him. Could’ve told him that it wasn’t a good idea to open this can of worms. But the thing is, you didn’t want to. Instead, you took Jesse’s hand and led him back to the apartments and all the way up to his apartment door.
His kisses are firm, slightly frantic and yet full of passion. He kissed you like he needed this. Like he wanted this. Like he wanted you. His hands cupping the sides of your face as he kicks the door closed. You lock the door barely before he’s slowly walking you both into the middle of the studio. His lips, now warm and wet, never leaving yours as you move backwards. Jesse shrugs your jacket off your body, your fingers blindly searching for the plastic zipper against his chest. He’s grasping the button of your pants to undo and your findling with the buckle of his belt.
The clinking sound of metal and leather adds to the noises the two of you make. Soft moans and heavy breaths. The shuffling and shrugging of clothes and the missteps of walking backwards fill the room. You both are half clothed when you finally reach the bed. Managing to get the top half of Jesse’s clothes on the floor as well as the bottom half of yours. Jesse’s backing you further until your back is pressed against the cold sheets as he hovers on top of you. His lips never leave yours—almost as if he moves away from you, that he’ll wake up and it would all be a pitiful dream.
His tongue tastes sweet and earthy. Sucking on his teeth that are slightly cold from the beer and winter. You kiss each other for what maybe was a few minutes but felt like hours until you're grabbing at the top of his sweatshirt. Jesse pulls it off quickly before returning his lips back to you as if they were magnets. He shrugs off the tshirt that he wore under it, leaving his chest bare before you. You didn’t get the chance to admire it, to let your eyes linger at the naked skin you’ve seen many times; on days when the sun is hot and the lakes are warm but you never got to see so intimately like this. But that doesn’t stop your hands from getting their own exploration. Gliding up and down his back and grasping at the warm muscled skin of his arms.
His lips leave yours, causing a soft whimper to leave your mouth that quickly turns into a quiet gasp as Jesse kisses down your neck. His hands tug at your shirt, lifting it slightly in request that you immediately oblige to. As if he even needed to ask you, as if he didn’t own you from the minute his lips met yours outside on that rock.
“Fuuck.” Jesse mutters silently to himself as he kisses the tops of your breasts. His hands grabbing softly at the fabric of your bra, his thumb gliding against your covered nipples. His lips gradually go down to your stomach—leaving wet kisses against your heated skin until he trails down even lower. His big warm hands tracing down your skin, squeezing at anything and everything he can reach. You jolt at the kiss he presses at the center of your underwear. Shivering at the feeling of his breath hot against your center. You look down to see his eyes are closed as he kisses the inner parts of your thighs.
As if he just knows your body by heart already, he kisses your covered clit. You moan at the feeling and grasp at his hair as his tongue glides against the cotton. Your chest moves up and down frantically at the feeling and despite wanting more, despite wanting to know the feeling of his warm tongue and hot mouth wrapped around your clit—you need to know how he feels like inside you more.
You sit up, causing Jesse to stop immediately and look at your face for any signs of discomfort. But before he could even mutter out any words to you, you grab his face and kiss him sloppily and full of tongue.
“Just want you.” You whisper out to him, your hands grazing against his jeans. You rub right against the bulge that grew in size since you got in his apartment. Making him let out a pleasureful groan against your mouth as he lightly pushes your hands away to undress himself.
You unclasp your bra and fling it away (you’ll regret that later). Jesse’s down to his boxers now but he’s paused the rest of his undressing to watch the show of you. With the moonlight seeping through the window, you can see his pupils even more dilated than it was before. With a growing smirk you stand up and kiss his lips. Your hands grab his to place back on his boxers, urging him to continue. Lips gliding down to his neck as you lick a long stripe from his clavicle to the pressure point under his ear. Your smirk grows into an eazy dazed smile at the pained sound he makes.
His boxers are gone. You can feel the heat of him, knowing that he’s fully naked without even looking down. Jesse drags you back up to his lips as he quickly pulls your underwear down. You wiggle out of it and kick it to the side to worry about later (which you will).
You’re both nothing but skin and heat now. The kisses are deeper and more primal due to the skin to skin contact. His warmth engulfing your own. His smell of homemade cedar cologne and sweat. Jesse pushes gently until your back legs hit the bed and the both of you crawl to the center of it—lips hardly ever parting from one another, like fated lovers or twin flames finally meeting.
Your legs wrap around his frame as he towers over you. You can feel the tip of him at your slit, moaning each time he softly grinds against you. Never in your life would you have ever thought that you could feel Jesse like this. To see him so intimate and so hot against you.
“Please.”you cry out against his lips. Reaching down to the center of you both to grasp him. He huffs out a moan as you slide your thumb against the tip of him, dragging your hand up to suck the precum into your mouth. Jesse groans at the sight, his head resting in the crook of your shoulder as if you pained him. You can hear him panting heavily against your ear.
“You’re fucking killing me.”
You smile softly as you reach back down to line him up at your entrance. He moves his head back so his eyes can meet your own. Looking down briefly at the sight, he reaches for your hand that’s wrapped around him. He looks you in the eye as he kisses your palm tenderly before placing it against his face. Your thumb rubs softly against his cheek tugging at his bottom lip. Jesse kisses your thumb as he lines himself up against you and pushes in slowly.
The both of you moan at the feeling. The thick push of him going inside you and the tight pull you have against him already. Your head falls back and your back arches slightly. Jesse’s forehead falls on your shoulder groaning against your skin.
“Keep going.” You say—you plead breathily and he follows your command without hesitation. Pushing himself deeper into you, to the hilt. Your eyes meet his dark brown ones. Pupils blown out and the scalara’s red from the weed and you're sure your eyes look the same—but you can’t help but to think to yourself how pretty he looks. How he looks at you so delicately yet full of desire and something else you can’t quite put your finger on.
“You’re so beautiful.” Jesse tells you quietly, his lips moving against your thumb. And despite being under the influence and intoxicated, you know deep in your heart that he means every word.
You kiss him as a thank you. You kiss him as a way to tell him that he is the kindest person you have ever met; that you have never seen someone as beautiful and as precious as him. That no matter what, he will always have you whether it’s as friends or as lovers. You’ll take anything and everything that he can give you and you could die happily. But no more words are spoken that night besides the acknowledgements of pure bliss that leave you both panting heavy and sweaty. Sleep calls to you both before you can even get a chance to clean yourselves off. His spend once laid on your stomach dribbles down to your thighs and the sheets, drying there.
In the morning you wake up with an arm wrapped around your waist and terrible headache. Your eyes widen at the familiarity of the room and the smell against the pillow. You don’t need to turn around to now know it’s Jesse snoring softly behind you. That it’s Jesse who you spent the night with. Your memories from last night that evade you tell you that.
With intense concentration, you manage to get out of Jesse’s arms without waking him. From the long hour patrols you’ve partnered together on, you know that he’s a light sleeper. Tip toeing through the studio you search for your clothes. Freaking out and annoyed with yourself on why for the life of you did you fling your bra and underwear around the room like a frisbee. Now, the two most delicate and needed items of clothing are nowhere to be found. Opting to just leave them for another day (because you know Jesse will remember what happened last night; so there’s no need to grab everything as if the memory will disappear along with it), you throw the rest of your clothes on and zip up your jacket to your neck for support.
You look over at Jesse’s sleeping form one last time. His arm still resting across where you once laid, you turn around with a heavy heart and leave the studio.
What makes this walk of shame to your apartment even worse is that Dina is standing a few feet away from you, as if she was walking up to knock on Jesse's apartment door. You both freeze at the other’s presence. Dina looks down at your attire and you disheveled hair and puts two and two together. Before you can see any other reaction come out of her, you’re turning the other way and taking the long way back up to your apartment.
POV: Jesse should be at the council meeting very soon, but instead he’s giving you backshots at his place
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“Ah- Fuck”
Your flushed face pressed against the soaked pillow, your fingers claws at the sheets, overwhelmed and desperate for a sweet release as he furiously snaps his hips against your ass. Hitting deeper and deeper, making sure you feel every inch fat c*ck inside your moisty walls.
Hot tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming pleasure, hitting the G-spot every single time and your breath only getting heavier. Your shoulder blades furrowed together and your back arched from how you’re squirming and writhing beneath him.
Your mind was mushed, thoughts reduced to nothing more than a litany of “yes, yes, please, more Jesse ”
“You still there doll? Or did you go all blank in your pretty little head?” He says, his voice low and smug then gives a playful slap on your ass causing you to jolt up from the sudden contact.
You try to string together sentence but all you can manage are moans and gaps. He lets out chuckle, clearly pleased and getting a kick of the fact that he made you c*ckdrunk and incoherent.
Your body suddenly burst into shivers and soiled all over his c*ck, a weak cry leaves your throat and your toe curled up from the intense orgasm. After a couple of thrusts, he shudders, a hoarse deep moan left his parted lips as he spurts his warm sticky load inside your tight hole. His hands instructively grips into your hips tight, his fingers digging into your flesh as holds you there against him, making sure you take every last drop of his c*m.
A hissed breath leaves his lips as he pulls out his softened c*ck from your aching c*nt, your p*ssy clenched from the emptiness and the sudden loss of warmth. A slow sticky thread of c*m draped between his tip and your creamy sore hole. You collapses onto the bed, your tired knees and legs finally give up as you lay there trying to catch your breath.
You jerk up when you feel his finger inside your p*ssy, pushing his leaked load back inside. “Just making that nothing goes to waste, we don’t want that do we?” He coos softly then lays next to you and wraps his arm around your body, pulling you close to him until there’s no space between you.
A/N: Some very gentle Jesse smut, because he deserves nice things.
Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader (fem; has hair which apparently smells good based on how much time Jesse spends with his face in it)
Rating: M (minors DNI)
Wordcount: 1.5k
Warnings and tags: fluff; domesticity; lots of cuddling; established relationship; SMUT; body worship; maybe a hint of somnophilia; oral sex; fingering; PIV; I didn’t set out to write that cuddlefucking fic we talked about on Discord, but here we are
Summary: You are very happy to have Jesse home.
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You had never seen Jesse look so tired. He was always so strong, so sure of himself—he seemed as invincible as the Republic itself. So when he trudged into your flat with deep shadows beneath his eyes, his shoulders slumped beneath the weight of those massive ARC pauldrons, you couldn't imagine how difficult his most recent deployment must have been. But he greeted you with that same sweet smile that had first caught your eye all those months ago, and if he leaned a little too heavily on you when you kissed him, well, it was a small price to pay to have him home, safe in your arms.
You helped him strip off his bulky armor and stack it in the living room. Once he was down to his body glove, he kissed you again, and you held him tightly, trailing your lips up his cheek until you reached the edge of his tattoo. You began to work your way around the circumference of the Republic cog, dropping the lightest, feathery kisses on his skin, before kissing your way up and down every single spoke of the cog, until Jesse was squirming and laughing beneath your onslaught of kisses.
You finished by kissing the tip of his nose, and then you took him by the hand and dragged him to the sofa, pushing him down onto the soft cushions and settling onto his lap. You snuggled close to him, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Stars, I've been looking forward to this for weeks,” he murmured. “Missed you so much.”
“I missed you more,” you whispered.
“No way.”
“Way,” you replied gravely.
He tightened his arms around you and kissed the top of your head, breathing in deeply. He passed out within seconds, snoring quietly in your ear. You stayed perfectly still for a while, but eventually, you roused him enough to get him into the bedroom and help him out of the body glove and into bed. He was asleep almost before he crawled under the covers.
You slipped beneath the blanket to lie next to him, scrolling idly through your datapad. After an hour or so, you got up quietly and went to the kitchen, closing the bedroom door carefully so as not to disturb him. You cooked his favorite meal—something simple and hearty that would braise in a low oven for hours—and when even the smell of the food didn't wake him up, you went back to bed.
You hadn't been doom-scrolling on the holonet long when Jesse shifted in his sleep, a low, quiet moan rumbling from his chest. Glancing over, you saw that he'd kicked off the blanket and was now only covered up to his waist in the sheet—unsurprising; he always seemed to run a little hotter than average, which worked out well for you, since you always seemed to be a little cold. Your eyes roamed appreciatively over his broad shoulders, down his thick chest, over his powerful core, to where his hips disappeared beneath the sheets that were rather prominently tented by his erect cock.
Whatever he was dreaming, it seemed to be pleasant.
As you watched, he rolled his hips subtly, unconsciously seeking stimulation. You slid a little closer to him, draping your torso carefully over his outstretched arm, and traced your fingertips lightly over his collarbone, then down his pectoral. You loved his chest; the dense muscles never failed to make your mouth water when you saw him without a shirt. You avoided the tickle zone of his waist, instead moving up to his shoulder and beginning to stroke lightly down his arm.
You were so engrossed in exploring his gorgeous body that you didn't immediately notice that his eyes had opened, and he watched you with a sleepy but very interested expression. The arm you were lying on curled around your waist and pulled you close to him. You looked into his eyes with a soft smile, and then pressed your lips to the heated skin of his neck.
“You're so warm,” you whispered.
“I do it on purpose so you'll cuddle up to me,” he mumbled.
“It's working,” you replied, kissing a little lower on his neck and then down his shoulder. “Were you having a good dream?”
He buried his face in your hair and kissed your head. “Mm-hmm. Dreamin’ about you. This is even better.”
You dragged your tongue lightly over his chest, then kissed your way down his abdomen, shifting positions as you went, first to straddle his thigh, and finally to kneel between his legs. He moaned and writhed beneath you, his chest heaving with the force of his ragged breath. Your hands roamed over his body, smoothing across his skin, and you felt hot arousal begin to pool between your thighs as you caressed him.
You trailed a series of playful kisses up the length of his cock, and when you swirled your tongue around him, his hips jerked and he hissed in a breath.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he gasped.
His hands came to rest on your head as you took his cock in your mouth—not pulling your hair or controlling your movements, just touching you softly, stroking your cheeks, hair, and neck.
“You can be rough if you want,” you whispered, dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock as you gazed up at him.
He shook his head, his eyes glazed with lust, his jaw slack. “This is perfect. You are so kriffin’ good at that.”
You smiled and continued to worship his cock with your hands and mouth until he was gasping and whimpering, his legs flexing and twitching on either side of you.
“Is this how you want to come?” you asked softly, releasing his cock from your mouth and admiring the glossy sheen that coated his skin.
He shook his head. “I want you.”
“You’re having me,” you smiled.
“I want to fuck you,” he panted. “I want you to ride me. Please, baby.”
You never could resist him when he begged. You crawled up his body, and he slid his hand between your thighs.
“Holy kriff,” he said, looking up at you with wide eyes as his fingers glided through your slick arousal. “Is this just from sucking my cock?”
“I like to make you feel good,” you murmured. “And I missed you. A lot.”
He slipped his finger effortlessly into your cunt. “God damn.”
He played with you gently, his thumb teasing your clit as he worked you slowly with his thick finger, and you dropped your forehead to rest on his chest as you balanced on all fours.
“You ready?” he whispered into your hair.
You nodded, your head still against his chest. He withdrew his hand from you and guided your hips as you moved to straddle him. Wet as you were, and even with his cock still slick from your tongue, it was still an incredible stretch to take him, and you exhaled slowly, relaxing your body as he leisurely pressed into you.
“Look how fuckin’ beautiful you are,” he breathed, awed. He stroked his hands up your body to play with your breasts. “Such perfect tits.”
Once you’d taken him fully, he pulled you down to rest on his body, wrapping you in the warm, strong embrace of his arms as you rode him, deep and slow.
“I’m so happy you’re home,” you sighed contentedly.
“Gods, me too. I never want to leave.”
“I wish you could stay…” you whispered, burying your face against his neck.
“Hey,” he soothed you, cupping the back of your head in his large, warm hand. “Hey, it’s okay. Come here.”
His kiss was soft at first. Just the lightest touch of his lips against yours. When he slid his tongue into your mouth, you took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing your mind to focus on the present, on the feeling of him inside you, on the taste of his lips and the scent of his skin and the thunderous pulse of his heart—his amazing, enormous, beautiful heart—as your breasts pressed against his chest.
You took your time, holding each other close, luxuriating in the time you had together. He thrust into you slowly, rocking his powerful thighs with incredible precision, finding the perfect angle and then driving himself into you again and again, building your pleasure gradually.
“I’m close—” you gasped.
“I know,” he said, keeping that same slow, steady rhythm, refusing to rush your climax.
“I’m so fucking close—please!”
He slid his hand down to the base of your spine and pressed you hard against him as he thrust into you, finally speeding up just enough to push you past your limit. You came with a scream that immediately became a sob, your body convulsing violently around him as tears stung your eyes and overflowed. He fucked you hard through your orgasm and quickly followed you, spilling deep inside your cunt, the heat of his release nearly enough to make you come a second time.
As your body relaxed against him, he massaged his hands gently up and down your back, his cock remaining deep inside you as it softened. After a few moments, you nuzzled your face against his neck.
“I made dinner,” you murmured.
“Holy fuck, I love you so much.”
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Chapter 4 of 4 - Word Count: 1.5k - Jesse x Fem Reader - NSFW
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It had been weeks since you and Jesse had taken the plunge, and you’d barely been able to keep your hands off of each other. Neither of you were shy about your desires and affections, and what started out as a sweet kiss on the Coruscant rooftop had blossomed into passionate makeout sessions with heavy mouths and heavier hands. Each time, the fire inside was stoked further, and you were fairly certain that it about to burst into a full wildfire for both of you.
So when he walked you home that night and came up as he often did, you took your time kissing him in the kitchen. He lifted you onto the counter, slotting himself between your thighs as he pulled you closer, pressing you flat against him as he kissed and nipped down the side of your neck. When he drew his tongue up the side with a heavy breath against your ear, you shivered uncontrollably, fingers digging into his muscular back. You pulled back a bit to gaze at his face. His lips were puffy from the kissing and sucking you’d been enjoying before, and the smolder in his rich brown eyes made heat blossom between your legs. You slid your hands over his shoulders and down his chest, biting your lip as you thought about everything you wanted to do to him.
“Something on your mind?” he murmured, and the huskiness in his voice pushed you over the edge.
You pulled him against you again, lips crashing together with breathy sighs as the urgency grew. He slid a hand beneath your shirt, stroking up your side before teasing along the bottom band of your bra. A single finger slipped between it and your skin, tracing across your front and making you dizzy with desire. You arched your back as he pushed it up further, cupping a breast with his hand, rough and soft all at once. He squeezed just enough to make your pussy clench around nothing, and you shifted forward further, aching for him in every way. He tugged your shirt up over your head, exhaling in admiration at the sight of you before freeing you from your bra as well. Gods, he was everywhere; his teeth grazed your earlobe before continuing down your neck, both hands scooping your breasts together and grazing his thumbs across your nipples. You could feel him hardening in his pants, and you sure as hell weren’t feeling very patient.
Within minutes you were climbing onto your bed, turning to see him ditch his clothes at the foot of it. Every curse word you’d ever known went flying through your mind at the sight of him. His massive shoulders and broad chest curved toward a strong waist, and you hadn’t known you were such a fan of thighs until you met him. Not to mention his cock, which he currently had a hand around as he looked at you hungrily.
“You tell me to stop any time,” he said quietly, the restraint in his voice apparent.
“Deal, but don’t hold your breath,” you growled, sliding your hands around him as he lowered himself on top of you.
The two of you entwined like snakes, legs and arms draping across each other, mouths exploring freely as your moans and sighs grew louder. His breath was hot against your skin, his hands drawing out all kinds of pleasure as they cupped your face, massaged your breast, and dipped between your folds to trace an agonizingly slow line from bottom to top.
“Fuck,” you breathed against his lips. “You are so damn hot.”
He added a finger, stroking up and down until his fingers were coated with your arousal. He teased your clit, whispering dirty things in your ear that made you buck your hips into his hand. His dark chuckle was far too pleased, and you pushed him away, onto his back, where you got on all fours beside him and immediately wrapped a hand around his cock. Now it was he who was cursing without permission, his smoldering confidence replaced by helpless groans as you gently squeezed, sliding your hand along his length as you licked your lips. You flicked your tongue across his tip, relishing the gasp it drew from him, then sank as much of him into your mouth as you could take, dragging your tongue along the bottom as his fingers dug into your thigh. Messy sucking sounds punctuated his pants and moans as you bobbed your head up and down, working it with your hand at the same time.
Your mind was reeling when he gently invited you to move over him, and you straddled his head as he pulled your hips down to his face. His nose teased your clit for a split second before his tongue was on you, and you moaned with his cock in your mouth, fireworks going off in your head. Gods, he was so good with his mouth, licking and sucking as his fingers dug into your thighs as though he couldn’t get enough. You were hurtling toward your climax far too quickly, and you could only enjoy another minute or two of his tongue on your pussy before you pulled away, flopping onto the bed beside him. He wiped his mouth, leaning onto an elbow to face you, and scooted right up against your back, spooning you perfectly.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” you panted, heat and tingles radiating between your legs.
“Never,” he whispered into your ear, reaching around your side to scoop a breast into his large hand. With a tilt of his hips, his length was pressing between your legs, and you angled yourself to meet him, moaning loudly as he sank in a little bit. You reached up, burying your fingers in your own hair as he pushed in a little further, easing himself in slowly. He was thick. So thick. It was unbelievable. The way his cock dragged on your walls had you seeing stars, and after a few more intoxicating slides back and forth, he was fully sheathed, his hips digging into your ass as he pushed.
“Holy fuck,” you gasped, as he began to move at a painstakingly careful pace.
“Yeah? You like that?” he murmured against your back, sending another shiver down your spine.
“Fuck yes.” His hand roved from breast to breast, then up to your collarbone where he flattened his palm against it, holding you firmly as he began to rock more intently. Every sensation you’d ever experienced was exploding throughout your body, and you reached down to grip his thigh. Fuck, that thigh. It flexed with each thrust, stoking your feral desire to dig your fingers into it as he moved.
“Tell me,” he invited, the roughness of his voice music to your ears.
But you could only whine, lost in the euphoria of what he was doing to you. He pressed in and out a few more times, then scooped your top leg up to rest atop his as he continued, and when he brought a hand to your clit, you knew you weren’t going to last long. He circled and stroked, his hips snapping against your ass. But then he slid his thigh between your legs, keeping up his relentless pace, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Oh my gosh, yes, just like that." The friction from his thigh was unbelievable, massaging your whole pussy as he sank into you again and again. You dug your fingers in and shifted the tiniest bit. Oh, that was it. His thick cock was stroking every spot you knew you had as you grinded against his leg, and as he plunged in deeper, you cried out his name as your climax crashed over you.
“Aghh,” he groaned, arm tightening around your torso as he drove his hips into you harder. “You take it so good. Gods you feel so good.” Your whimpers and moans sent him over the edge, combined with the rhythmic clenching of your pussy around him. He growled against your skin as his thrusts grew erratic, and you could feel his heat filling you as his cock pulsed. You angled your hips to seat yourself fully against him, and he came to a rest slowly. He took his time sliding in and out, drawing every last shudder of pleasure, then stilled, releasing a deep breath.
It felt so perfect, him fitted along your back, his softening cock between your legs, his arm around your waist. The heat radiating between the two of you was a comforting remnant of the passion you’d enjoyed, and you spread your fingers over his arm, pulling him closer as he nuzzled against you. You stayed like that for a while, breathless and blissful, until he finally slid out and tidied up quickly before returning to his perfect big spoon position.
“That was amazing,” you breathed. "I don't think I can move."
“Mmm,” he agreed, taking a deep breath. “But… you’re gonna have to.”
“What?” you chuckled, foggy and amused all at once. He caressed his hand up and down your side, then gave the side of your butt the most respectful of taps.
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