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~ in which jessi comforts you over your insecurities.~ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: romantic 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jessi x fem!reader 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, hurt/comfort, kinda suggestive (mainly from jessi lolz) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1211
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Jessi could feel the impatience crawling within her body as her hands fumble with the keys to your home with her. She hadn't seen you in weeks as she had been out and about and busy with her job and schedules, and you were also a bit stressed from your own work life. But now, it was finally a time where the two of you were fully available to see each other, and she couldn't wait to spend the rest of her available time with you.
Once the door unlocks, she's as quick as lightning to enter herself into the home. She throws her keys on the table, her bag on the floor, and takes off her shoes.
"Oh, babe! I'm home!" she hollers throughout the space, her loud voice bouncing off the walls. When she doesn't earn a response, she briefly raises a suspicious brow. "Y/N?"
She knew you had texted her half an hour prior that you were home, but as her gaze roams around, there wasn't any sign of you. The excitement in her veins is quickly replaced with worry.
As she walks more into the home, the dim lighting gave off a warm ambience while heading into the kitchen area, she notices the various ingredients sprawled on top of the counter. They all seemed untouched, most of them still wrapped in containers. Some of the worry leaves her, knowing that you were at least somewhere in the house.
There was really only one another place she could think where you could be: the bedroom.
Jessi makes her way to the bedroom, the door closed shut in front of her face. She puts her hand over the doorknob, yet she doesn't open it before knocking.
"Babe? Are you in there?" She knocks a few times on the door, leaning in so that her ears were merely pressed against its cool surface. But she still doesn't hear anything, or hear any sign that you were in there, and that makes her hand twist around the doorknob as the door swings open so she could head inside.
Yet there you were, at the corner of the room, standing in front of the mirror almost entirely bare, clad only with a bra and matching underwear. Your back was facing towards Jessi, letting her take a moment to admire your backside. The slightest hint of a smirk crosses her face as she nears you, but that fades away the moment she sees your arms hug around your body.
"Hey, you, I've been looking for you." Hearing the familiar sharp tone of your girlfriend's voice makes you flinch. You can practically feel the warmth of her large presence right behind you; out of all scenarios, you surely didn't want her to catch you like this.
You had been wanting to plan a homely, romantic date for once she came home. You wanted to cook her dinner, drink with her, cuddle with her on the couch while telling her how much you missed her. But here you were, trying to make yourself look good for her. But how can you do that when you feel like you don't look good yourself?
Jessi notices this easily when you attempt to hide in a sniffle. You don't make eye contact with her the mirror, instead looking down to the floor as if full of guilt.
"Goodness, baby, what's wrong?" she asks worriedly, putting a hand on your cold shoulder. "You're freezing, why are you standing out here like this?"
A sigh leaves your lips, still not looking up to meet Jessi's pointed look at you in the mirror. She stands closely behind you, her hand on your shoulder slowly trailing down to your waist firmly.
Finally, some tears spill out out of you. "I-I'm sorry, I just... I wanted to look good for you when you came home. And I... When I looked in the mirror, I didn't like... I didn't like... I-I'm guessing it was stress from work and𑁋"
"Hey, look at me." Jessi demands, yet the tone of her voice wasn't at all aggressive. Both her hands land at your waist, urging you to turn around and face her.
And as your turn to face her, you half-expected for her to be angry at you, but she isn't. Instead, her expression was gentle and entirely relaxed. For a moment, her gaze towards you makes you feel a bit better.
"Babygirl, you are the most gorgeous person I've ever met," Jessi assures soothingly. "Regardless of what you look like, what size pants you wear or how big or small your boobs are, I still think of you as the most gorgeous, the most sexy, and just like, what, God's most perfect creation? That's what you are. And nothing can change that."
You try to fight the small smile on your face from her compliments. "Jessi..."
"Like, you could be standing across the room and I would just want to rip your clothes off just to show you how much I freakin' adore you."
In the midst of wiping your tears away, you couldn't help but release a laugh. It makes Jessi laugh as well, this feeling of pride from making you smile. You were always used to your girlfriend's incredibly blunt comments. Maybe it intimidated you sometimes, but you can't deny the fact of how honest she is.
"And honestly, right now, you're making it very hard, Y/N," Her eyes roam over your body for a second, her hands dropping lower to your hips, kneading the waistband of your panties teasingly. "I haven't seen you weeks and you're looking as mesmerising as ever, you know that?"
You shake your head and chuckle, looping your arms around her neck and pressing a quick, thankful kiss to her lips.
"Thank you, I-I really needed that," You say, before raising your brows towards her. "It's really enjoyable to see you soft sometimes."
There's this joking look of disgust that overtakes her face for a moment as she scoffs. "Soft? Pfft, I am not that soft, Y/N. I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Admit it, you are soft. Am I making you too soft? Am I rubbing off on you a little?" You quirk a brow; you love teasing her about this.
Jessi just groans annoyingly, but once she meets eyes with your loving gaze, she couldn't help but release a breath of defeat.
"You know I'm only soft for you." she murmurs quietly.
A victorious smirk crosses your face before relaxing into a warm smile. "Do you want to, uh, wait for me in here while I'm in the kitchen? I really want to cook for you, and all the ingredients are out there."
"You think I can wait while you're standing in here looking like this?" She eyes over you once more, practically melting at the sight of your nearly bare form. "Don't worry, the food can wait. You're staying in here with me, missy."
And from there, her lips crash onto yours both firmly and passionately. You find yourself chuckling between kisses as you both blindly stumble towards the bed.
