summery : A quiet evening in bed takes a breathless, hidden turn when a domestic moment between girlfriends turns intensely heated while jackies daughter sleeps just across the hall.
pairings : mom!jackie taylor x fem!reader
warnings : established relationship, domestic smut, finger fucking, clit stimulation, muffled moans, breath control, hand over mouth, wet pussy, fluids, praise, interruption (aftermath)
authors note : second post! i hope you all like it! its based off of this
The quiet hum of the apartment's air conditioning was the loudest sound in the room as you finally stood in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth. It had been a long day, but the absolute peace of the apartment right now made it worth it.
Jackie was already in the bedroom, the soft glow of her bedside lamp spilling out into the hallway. She was wearing one of your oversized t-shirts, her hair pulled up into a messy bun as she peeled back the duvet and crawled into bed. You spit, rinsed, and walked in to join her, the floorboards giving a familiar, comforting creak under your bare feet.
"Is she finally out?" you asked softly, climbing onto your side of the mattress and letting out a long, relieved sigh as your head hit the pillow.
Jackie rolled over to face you, a tired but completely soft smile on her lips. She leaned across the small space between you, resting her hand on your hip. "Dead to the world," she whispered, her voice a little raspy from exhaustion. "Took three bedtime stories and a very long negotiation about why she couldn't sleep in her rain boots, but she's out."
You laughed quietly, reaching up to brush a stray piece of hair behind Jackie's ear. When you first started dating, the idea of stepping into a life that already included a toddler had seemed like a massive shift, but now, you couldn't imagine your apartment without Jennie's toy trucks scattered on the rug or her bright four-year-old laugh filling the rooms. You and Jackie had built a real routine here, a real little family.
Jackie leaned in, pressing a soft, warm kiss to your lips that tasted like mint. "Thank you for helping with dinner tonight," she murmured against your mouth, her eyes heavy with sleep. "I don't know what I'd do without you here."
"No problem," you murmured, leaning into her touch and returning the kiss with a soft, lingering warmth. "You know I love doing it. Plus, seeing her try to eat spaghetti with her hands is the best entertainment I've had all week."
Jackie let out a low, breathy laugh against your lips, her fingers tangling into the fabric of your shirt. "She definitely takes after me with the messiness," she whispered, her voice dropping an octave, shifting from tired to something much more deliberate.
She slid her leg over yours, the heavy weight of her thigh pinning you down as she shifted her body closer, pressing her chest against yours. The soft mattress dipped under the sudden change in weight. Her hands moved from your hip, sliding slowly up the expanse of your waist, her palms warm even through the thin cotton of your top. When her lips found your jawline, tracing a path of slow, biting kisses down to the sensitive skin of your neck, a quiet gasp escaped you.
"Jackie," you breathed out, your hands instinctively rising to rest on her shoulders, though your fingers wrapped around the fabric rather than pushing her away.
"I know you're tired," Jackie murmured against your skin, her breath hot and sent a sharp shiver straight down your spine. Her hand slid under the hem of your shirt, her fingertips tracing the bare skin of your stomach with a slow, agonizing friction that made your breath hitch. "But I've been thinking about this all afternoon. Ever since you were sitting on the living room floor helping her with that puzzle... God, you looked so beautiful."
She leaned up to catch your lips again, this time with a deeper, more urgent pressure. Her tongue slid past your lips, claiming your mouth in a way that made your head spin, her hips pressing down into yours with an unmistakable rhythm. For a second, the warmth and the heavy pull of desire had you completely giving in, your hands moving to the small of her back to pull her even tighter against you.
But then, the tiny, muffled sound of a floorboard creaking in the hallway—or maybe just the imaginary echo of it—snapped your eyes open.
"Jackie, wait," you whispered against her mouth, reluctantly bringing your hands up to her chest to gently but firmly hold her back.
Jackie groaned into your neck, her forehead resting against your collarbone as she let out a frustrated, heavy breath. "Please tell me you're not stopping me."
"Jennie," you reminded her quietly, your heart still hammering against your ribs from the sudden heat between you. You looked over at the bedroom door, which was cracked open just a few inches to let the hallway light guide any midnight bathroom trips. "Jennie is literally just in the other room, Jax. The walls in this place are like paper, and you know how easily she wakes up if she hears a weird noise."
Jackie stayed still for a moment, her face buried in your shoulder as she took a deep, steadying breath. She knew you were right. As much as the apartment felt like a private sanctuary when the four-year-old was asleep, the reality of having a toddler meant your timeline wasn't entirely your own.
She slowly lifted her head, her eyes dark with lingering heat but a resigned, slightly amused pout on her lips. "I hate that you're the responsible one," she teased softly, though she didn't move her leg off yours, still wanting to be as close as possible. "She's a deep sleeper once she's out, you know."
"Yeah, until she decides she needs a glass of water at two in the morning and walks in without knocking," you pointed out, reaching up to gently tap the tip of her nose. "I love you, and I want this, but I am not risking trauma-inducing an accidental midnight visitor."
Jackie let out a soft, defeated groan, but the mischievous spark in her eyes told you she wasn't giving up that easily. She leaned up, her lips brushing right against the shell of your ear, her breath hot and teasing.
"I can be quiet," she promised, her voice dropping to a wicked, barely audible whisper that made your skin prickle with goosebumps. "And I'll make sure you're quiet, too. I'll cover your mouth if I have to. Please?"
You stared up at her, trying to maintain your resolve, but the sight of her flushed cheeks and the heavy, desperate look in her eyes completely melted your defenses. You let out a long, defeated sigh, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.
"Fine," you whispered back, holding up a warning finger. "But if she walks in, you're the one explaining it."
"Deal," Jackie murmured, not wasting a single second.
A triumphant smirk spread across her face as she shifted her weight, sliding down your body. Her hands moved to the waistband of your loose cotton sleep shorts. She gripped the elastic and pulled them down in one smooth, eager motion, dragging them past your hips and down your thighs.
But as she went to toss them aside, her hands paused, resting against your bare thighs. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, a low, dark hum escaping her throat as she realized there was absolutely nothing underneath. You weren't wearing any panties.
"Oh," Jackie whispered, her gaze snapping back up to your face, her smirk turning into something incredibly heated and intense. "Well, aren't you full of surprises tonight?"
"Shut up," you breathed, a hot blush rushing to your cheeks as you tried to hide your face, but Jackie just laughed softly, the sound low and entirely satisfied.
She didn't give you a chance to feel self-conscious. Shifting her weight between your legs, her hand slid up the bare skin of your inner thigh, her palm burning hot against your flesh. Her fingers moved higher, deliberately slow, until they brushed against the sensitive outer folds of your labia. You let out a quiet, shaky gasp, your hips instinctively twitching upward at the contact.
"Look at how wet you are for me already," Jackie whispered, her voice a dark, rough purr against your neck. She spread your slick folds, her thumb sweeping upward to find your clit. The moment her thumb pressed against the swollen, aching bud, a sharp whimper cut through the quiet room. Jackie immediately covered your mouth with her other hand, her palm pressing firmly against your lips to muffle the sound. "Shh, remember what we said. Quiet."
You nodded frantically, your eyes wide as you gripped the bedsheets. Jackie’s thumb kept up a relentless, agonizingly perfect friction on your clit, swirling over the sensitive nub until it was throbbing and fully saturated in your own moisture. You were already dripping, a slick nectar pooling between your thighs as she played with you, torturing you with the light, teasing pressure.
Then, with a heavy, deliberate nudge, she slid two fingers straight into your tight slit.
A choked, muffled cry was buried right into Jackie’s palm. Your internal muscles immediately went into overdrive, tightly gripping and clenching around her fingers as they buried deep inside you. The sudden fullness made your lower belly ache with a deep, pulsing need.
"God, you’re so tight," Jackie groaned, her teeth grazing your earlobe as she began to move her hand in a slow, rhythmic pump. The sound of her fingers sliding in and out of your wet cunt was a sharp, slick friction that seemed incredibly loud in the dark room. "Listen to how loud your pussy is. It’s absolutely soaking my hand."
She accelerated the pace, her fingers driving into your throbbing depth while her thumb firmly pinned and ground against your hyper-sensitive clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your hips started jerking up against her hand in a desperate, frantic rhythm, your body completely taking over as the intense, throbbing heat began to coil tightly in your chest. Your muscles were pulsing around her digits, begging for release, completely helpless under her touch.
Jackie’s palm pressed even harder against your mouth, firmly sealing your lips as your head thrashed back against the pillow. The muffled, frantic noises you were making were trapped entirely in the back of your throat, a desperate, vibration against her skin.
"Don't make a sound," she whispered fiercely, her eyes locked onto yours in the dim light as her fingers drove relentlessly into your slick, aching depth. Her thumb flattened completely over your swollen clit, grinding into the hyper-sensitive bud with a heavy, unyielding friction that pushed you straight over the edge.
The tension coiled in your lower belly finally snapped.
Your eyes rolled back as a violent, crushing orgasm tore through your body. Your internal muscles clamped down hard, clenching and pulsing around her buried fingers in intense, rhythmic spasms that you couldn't control. A loud, choked wail was completely smothered into Jackie's hand, your hips jerking frantically upward as your cunt soaked her fingers in a final, heavy rush of slick moisture. You shook violently beneath her, your fingers digging into her shoulders as the wave of pure pleasure wrecked you completely, leaving you entirely breathless and trembling in the dark.
Jackie slowly eased her hand out of you, the wet, sliding friction drawing one last, breathless shiver from your body. She let her palm linger on your inner thigh for a moment, letting you catch your breath, before she pulled her hand away to grab a tissue from the nightstand.
After a quick clean-up, she discarded it and immediately slid back up the mattress, pulling the heavy duvet over both of your naked legs. She wrapped her arms securely around your waist, pulling your back flush against her chest. You melted into her warmth, your heart still hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure exhaustion and relief.
"See?" Jackie whispered against the back of your neck, her lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder. "Perfectly quiet. I told you I'd take care of you."
"Shut up," you breathed out, a tired but completely content smile tugging at your lips. You reached down, tangling your fingers with hers where they were resting on your stomach. "You got lucky."
"We both got lucky," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep as she squeezed you tighter.
For a few beautiful, uninterrupted minutes, the bedroom was completely still. The heavy afterglow of the climax washed over you, your eyelids growing heavier by the second as you listened to the steady, comforting sound of Jackie’s breathing behind you. You were just on the verge of drifting off, completely safe and warm in her arms.
Then, the soft creeeeak of the bedroom door ruined the silence.
Both of your eyes snapped open at the exact same time. Through the small crack in the door, a tiny, shadowed figure was standing in the dim light of the hallway, clutching a worn-out stuffed elephant by its ear.
"Mommy?" a small, trembling voice whimpered.
Jackie immediately shifted, the sleepy warmth vanishing from her posture as her maternal instincts took over. She rubbed her eyes and propped herself up on one elbow, looking toward the door. "Jennie? Sweetie, what's wrong?"
The four-year-old took a few hesitant steps into the bedroom, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. Her lower lip was trembling, and even in the dim light, you could see the faint glint of tears on her cheeks. "I had a bad dream," she snuffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "The shadow monsters were in my closet."
Your heart immediately melted, any lingering tension from moments before completely evaporating. You shifted slightly, making sure the duvet was pulled up securely to your chest so she wouldn't see anything amiss.
"Oh, baby," Jackie said softly, her voice filled with nothing but pure comfort. She threw back her side of the covers, quickly grabbing a pair of sweatpants from the floor and sliding them on with practiced, stealthy efficiency. She stepped out of bed and immediately knelt down on the floor, catching Jennie in a tight hug as the little girl buried her face into Jackie's neck. "It's okay. The monsters aren't real, I promise. Mommy's here."
Jackie rocked her side to side for a second, rubbing her back until Jennie's shaky breathing started to level out. Then, she stood up, lifting the toddler effortlessly into her arms. Jennie wrapped her small legs around Jackie's waist, her head resting heavily on her mother's shoulder, her eyes already blinking sleepily now that she was safe.
Before carrying her back down the hall, Jackie stepped back over to your side of the bed. She leaned down, the scent of her skin and the familiar warmth of her presence washing over you one last time. She pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your lips, a silent, appreciative thank-you for understanding.
"I'll be back in a little bit," Jackie whispered against your mouth, a soft, apologetic smile on her lips. "Go to sleep, beautiful."
"Take your time," you whispered back, reaching up to gently pat Jennie's back as she rested against Jackie. "Goodnight, Jen."
"Night-night," a tiny, muffled voice murmured from Jackie's shoulder.
You watched from the pillows as Jackie carried her out of the room, the door clicking softly behind them as they headed back toward the nursery. You rolled onto your side, wrapping your arms around Jackie's empty pillow, smiling in the dark as you listened to the quiet, reassuring murmur of her voice fading down the hall.
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