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. • ° Making love, nothing else to do on a hot day

Synopsis: your roommate, Jake, aids you in finding something you lost

Cw: dubcon, non con if you squint, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m), reader is physically trapped, etc

It was 2pm on a Saturday. having done close to nothing productive today, you told yourself you would clean your room tomorrow, along with tidy the rest of the shared apartment. You lived with 2 people, a shy but polite guy called Brian that you were sure was gay, and an Australian exchange student named Jake.

You never really hung out as a trio, as Brian was too closed off and Jake too cool to care to push a friendship with him, although you and Jake did often chat and keep each other company when plans got canceled, one of you was sick, or there was a power outage, etc. you occasionally cooked dinner for the three of you maybe, once every 3 months. You were a good roommate, though. You did your part of chores, cleaned up after yourself, were polite and never blasted music or invited groups of people over without asking. Jake, on the other hand, was more… free spirited. His room always seemed to have articles of clothes lying around, he would be loud when he was playing video games in his room and would take forever in the shower, sometimes showering twice a day, which annoyed you the most. He also had a habit of wearing too much cologne that you swore you didn’t like but made you feel tingly.

It was normal for both of you to go in each others rooms to drop something off, a sock in the laundry you forgot, his briefs he forgot to take out of the dryer, sometimes he would even be helpful and put one of your lost hair ties on your desk that you couldn’t find.

You had been losing hair ties recently, probably from keeping them in random places and them sliding off your wrists at work, which is why you were crouching down to see under the couch in the living room where you had dropped your very last hair tie. You groaned in annoyance as you saw your small black hair tie in the dusty underneath of the couch, some small clothing tags and wrappers lost underneath as well, making you squint in disgust.

Brian was away visiting his “friend”, so only you and Jake were in the house today. You were surprised when you heard his footsteps, you expected him to still be asleep, lazy as he was.

“Trying to find something?” His Aussie voice said with a hint of teasing.

You rolled your eyes under the couch. “My last hair tie is in this gross mess under the couch,” you sneered, half muffled by being half under the couch.

Jake smirked, unbeknownst to you, who were unable to see him from under the couch. You thought it was your own scuffling sounds near you, assuming Jake was walking to the kitchen or something, so you yelped when you felt a hand on your calf, hitting your head on the underside of the couch.

“What the fuck, Jake!” You groan, a bit jumpy from the sudden sensation. He only giggles softly, saying lowly “need any help?”

You scoff “no,” you still dig around, trying to avoid the trash around your hair tie. “I got it,” you said, annoyed. You were in the middle of complaining about him and Brian not cleaning the house better, when you felt his hand again, this time on the back of your thigh. “I said I got it!” You almost yell. “I heard you, just, making it easier for you,” Jake nearly mumbled. Your confusion was interrupted by the feeling of this soft hair on your thighs, when did he get there? As soon as you felt his hair, you also felt his hands reaching up your skirt, and pulling your panties to the side, exposing you to the cold air and his warm breath. You jolted, unable to move with your thighs being forced around his head and still being halfway under the couch.

He palmed his straining cock through his sweat pants with one hand, with the other holding your panties in place. He could feel you trembling, hear your heart beating. His own cheeks were turning a deep pink color, the smell of you already extracting precum from his poor cock. You braced yourself for what would come next, planting your forearms on the floor to steady yourself, flinching as you braced for his intrusion.

Jake slid his hand up your thigh, holding you in place around his head as you tried to lift your hips so as to not touch his face, but your efforts fell in vain as you were trapped under the couch, unable to stop his mouth from pebbling kisses on your inner thigh and up to your nearly dripping pussy. You hissed as his lips reached your clit, softly kissing it a few times while sucking softly.

Jake hummed with you in his mouth, the vibration sending a jolt to your heart. You gasped as he swirled his tongue in a zig zag pattern up and down your throbbing clit, muffling a moan with your hand in your mouth. He moaned into you, like he was trying his favorite dessert for the first time ever, which he was

Erotic slurping sounds came from his mouth, making a mess as you felt his spit cover your pussy and drip down, only to be met with his tongue yet again.

Jake’s eyes opened, focusing on your clit as if it was an eye. “Baby,” he gently flicked his tongue against it ever so slowly. “How could you not let me have you like this for so long?” You whimpered as your hips involuntarily bucked against his mouth.

“Fuck, there we go,” he mumbled, guiding your hips down on his face. “I know this feels so good for you, baby,” he flattened his tongue against your clit before fluttering it fast. “You can do this for me more, yeah?” He groaned as your clit pulsed. “Only like 3-4 times a day, baby? I think you can do that for me,” he chuckled against you, his lips sucking all the feelings of this is wrong in your head.