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STRAP ON - Jenna Ortega

S T R A P  O N:
you don't even need an explanation

( JENNA ORTEGA X FEMALE READER )

Y/N's POV:

It was a quiet night in. Jenna and I didn't feel like doing much. We let the silence wrap around us as we did our own things. Currently, she was building a record table to hold all my vinyls in and I sat on the floor beside her, scrolling through TikTok while occasionally giving her the parts she needed.

Eventually I was getting bored of my phone so I set it down and focused my attention onto Jenna. The way she was building this damn table, ugh, she was killing me. Jenna didn't work out as often and her biceps weren't huge, but they always, always, caught my attention.

It bulged against her shirt slightly, especially when the sleeves rolled up with each turn of the Allen Wrench in her hand. A small vein appeared on her forearm, making me lick my lips. Then her hands, oh my god, her fucking hands.

I was thinking of the most unholy things ever.

Jenna finished the table, wiping the sweat from her brow and pushing it back into place against our bookshelf. "There, all done, babe. You've got my attention-" Her words died in her throat when she finally looked at me.

Every ounce of patience in me flew out the window. I was done. I was in deep, I needed her and I think she could see that now.

I slammed my lips onto hers, seeing the way she didn't even hesitate to reciprocate it. Her hands grabbed my hips, steadying me when I straddled her waist. I didn't give a flying fuck that we're still on the ground. But Jenna did.

"Baby- hmpf, baby." She groaned, pulling away and panting against my mouth. "Bedroom. Please."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I sprinted past the hall, sliding in my socks and darting into our shared bedroom. I was stripping myself out of every single piece of clothing I was wearing, until I was nothing but a naked woman.

Jenna walked in, eyes on me like a vulture. Specifically my boobs and pussy, which was already a dripping mess between my thighs. Jenna was getting rid of her clothes with my help, our lips pressed together again for more fiery kisses.

When we were both naked, I shoved her onto the bed. No care in the world, just desperation growing between us. I kissed her with passion, tongue sliding against hers, teeth slightly nibbling on her bottom lip. Jenna's hand reached mindlessly to the side, fumbling to get our draw open. And I knew what she was grabbing.

I pulled back, pulling my hair into a ponytail. Jenna looked absolutely wrecked beneath me as she grabbed the thick, 7 inch strap-on. With fast, shaky hands, Jenna attached it around her waist.

"Ride me, baby. Come on." She pleaded, begging to please me. It was a ritual at this point. She was always this whiny and needy when it came to sex. She was so desperate to get me off.

I straddled her again, holding onto the headboard before slowly lowering myself onto her strap. "Fucking hell." I threw my head back, moaning. Jenna thrusted upwards slightly, bottoming herself inside me.

"Ride me, baby girl, go ahead. Fuck yourself." Jenna moaned, hands grabbing onto my thighs, guiding me. I was rocking against her now, the strap digging deeper between my thighs. I was wrecked too—cum literally dripping from my pussy, coating everything in sight.

Jenna was mesmerized by the sight of it. She moaned, mumbling phrases and words about it that I didn't quite catch. I was too busy chasing my high. 

I was furiously rocking my hips against hers, riding her with a mission in mind: my orgasm. And it was rapidly approaching, quickly building up. My senses heightened. Suddenly I was light-headed, stomach churning as my thighs tensed up. My walls clenched around the damn strap, Jenna biting her bottom lip.

"Are you close? Fuck- baby, come for me, please." She begged again. I whimpered, head falling against her chest. "Keep making pretty sounds, gosh, I love you. You don't even know how gorgeous you are right now. Fuck."

With just her words alone, I cried into her neck. I let out a noise—something caught between a cry and a moan of Jenna's name. I finally tumbled over the edge, nothing but slick, wet noises bouncing around the walls of our bedroom.

I slowed my hip movements down, letting myself drag out my high. And I relaxed against Jenna's sweaty body. She kissed the top of my head, whispered softly, "You did amazing, pretty girl."

I let out a lazy chuckle, smiling warmly at her generous praise.

"Round 2?" She questioned. I glanced up and saw this smirk on her face. "Only this time, I'm on top."

"I will never say no to that."

A / N:
welcome back to Kinktober, you horny little freaks. I love you all, mwah mwah 🤭💃