Jake Jensen - Blog Posts

Oh My

Jake Jensen x Female Reader

Word Count: 500

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Female masturbation, slight voyeurism.

Summary | When your roommate is away, that's when it's time to play.

“Jake?” you call out, stumbling into your shared apartment, kicking off your heels as you wait for any sign of him. “Are you here?”

It’s quiet.

You close the door, leaning against it as you giggle, your hands cupping your breasts over your dress. You’re drunk, no doubt about it, pulling yourself up from the door before you lock it, narrowing your eyes to confirm it while you head toward your bedroom.

You danced too much, your legs still aching slightly when you stand in the mirror. You’re proud of your body, stopping to pose before you dissolve into laughter once more. The first strap of your dress goes over your shoulder and then the other, watching the dress from the mirror as you pull it down, letting it drop to the floor. The bra goes next and then you find yourself looking at your reflection.

“I’d fuck me,” you say out loud, popping out your hip as you pose again, laughing to yourself before you peel down your panties, already damp from your arousal.

You’re still warm from the alcohol you consumed, falling into bed as your skin hits the cool sheets, your eyes closing, fingers traveling between your thighs. You already know it won’t be enough but it doesn’t stop you from dragging your fingers up your slick slit and to your clit, humming in pleasure as you push two fingers in, curling them inside as you inhale softly. For a few minutes, it feels good, the pressure building but never going past a certain point.

Huffing in frustration, you bend over your bed, pulling out your box that you hide from your roommate. It’s your favorite toy, the one with dual features. The buzzing is soft, enough for you to ignore it as you settle back down, pushing it inside you while you spread your thighs wider, feeling the tiniest bit of stretch before you push it all the way inside, your finger finding the second button that latches onto your clit.

“Mm,” you hum, lifting your hips up as the vibrator’s second button is pressed, increasing the intensity ever so often as your chest rises and falls, a sheen of sweat covering your brow. The vibrator thumps against your walls, your lips parting as you press the first button, keening when the suction gets harder, your clit nestled against the opening.

“F-Fuck,” you hiss, holding it between your legs, back arching with every tempo you choose.

You’re close, you know it, greedily pumping it in and out until you push it back in, a sinful moan filling the air as your hips buck back and forth until your head hits the pillow, legs trembling with the orgasm that overtakes your body. The soft buzzing finally gets your attention as you sleepily fumble between your legs to turn it off.

“Need some help?” a voice asks.

Through sleepy laden eyelids, you squint to see Jake in front of you, his eyes fixed on your body.

“Yes, please.”