JENNA ORTEGA X READER
(Male reader or G!P reader) SMUT
This is my first time writing something like this lmao, so hopefully this doesn’t get too many views…
You stirred, your eyelids fluttering open to reveal a haze of confusion. Before you could speak, Jenna’s hand slipped into your boxers, her fingers brushing against the warmth of your length. It was already beginning to stir, responding to her touch even in your half-asleep state. She pulled it free, her fingers tracing the length of it, and you let out a soft groan, your body tensing as you came fully awake. “Jenna..” you murmured, deep voice thick with sleep and desire. She didn’t respond, her focus entirely on the task at hand. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to the head of your length, her tongue flicking out to taste you. Your breath hitched, hands instinctively reaching for her, but she gently pushed them away, wanting control.
The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of her mouth moving over you, her lips tight around your shaft as she bobbed slowly, deliberately. Her tongue swirled, her saliva coating you, the slickness heightening the sensation. Your moans grew louder, hips twitching as you fought to stay still, your hands gripping the sheets instead. Jenna’s hair fell around her face, framing her intent expression as she worked you, her eyes closed in concentration. The air was thick with the sounds of both your bodies—her slurping, your quiet groans, the soft rustle of the sheets. It was intimate, raw, and your control was slipping, your breath coming in short gasps as you neared the edge.
Sensing your impending release, Jenna shifted, her body moving up yours, her panties still in place but damp from her earlier efforts. She straddled you, her hands bracing against your chest as she ground down onto your length, the fabric of her panties doing little to dull the sensation. Your eyes widened, hands reaching for her hips, but she shook her head, her dark brown hair bouncing as she whispered, “Stay still.” Her voice was breathy, commanding, and you obeyed, your body rigid beneath her as she moved, her wetness heightened by the slickness of your length. The friction was electric, her panties clinging to her skin as she rocked against you, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
With a swift motion, Jenna hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them off, tossing them aside without breaking eye contact with you. Your gaze was intense, hungry, but you remained still, your hands resting on the sheets as she positioned herself over you once more. This time, there was no barrier, just the heat of her body enveloping you as she sank down, her walls gripping you tightly. You groaned, your head tipping back into the pillow as she began to ride you, her movements slow at first, then faster, more urgent. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies moving together—the wet slap of skin on skin, your ragged breaths, Jenna’s loud moans as she took control.
“Fuck, Jenna…” you muttered, your voice strained as you fought to keep still, your hands clenching into fists. She was relentless, her body moving with a rhythm that was both primal and deliberate, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her head was thrown back, her lips parted as she chased her release, her nails digging into your chest. The air was heavy with the scent of your desire, the sounds of her passion filling the room. You could feel your own climax building, your body coiled tight as you teetered on the edge, your breath coming in sharp gasps.
“Together,” Jenna whispered, her voice hoarse as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. Your mouths met in a deep, desperate kiss, tongues tangling as your bodies moved in unison. The rhythm was frantic now, hips meeting with a force that bordered on reckless, but it was perfect, your connection undeniable. Your hands finally came up, gripping her hips as you thrust into her, your control shattered as you surrendered to the moment. Jenna cried out, her body tightening around you as her orgasm ripped through her, her walls clenching you in waves. You followed, release explosive, your back arching as you filled her, your moans intertwining in the darkness.
As your climaxes subsided, Jenna collapsed onto you, her forehead resting against yours, heavy breathing the only sound in the room. She kissed you softly, her lips brushing against yours as she whispered, “I love you.” You smiled, your hand coming up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing against her damp skin. “Love you too,” you murmured, deep voice gentle, filled with affection. You two lay there for a moment, bodies still joined, the warmth of your connection lingering. Jenna shifted slightly, her hand tracing patterns on your chest as she snuggled into you, her head resting on your shoulder.
Your arms wrapped around her, holding her close as you both began to drift off, your hearts slowing, your breaths syncing. Your length was still inside her, the intimacy of your position a testament to your bond. The room was quiet once more, the darkness comforting as you both fell asleep, your bodies entwined, your souls connected. It was a sense of completeness, of closure, as if this moment had tied together every loose thread of your story. There was no need for words, no need for anything else—just the quiet rhythm of her breathing, the steady beat of your hearts, and the knowledge that you two were exactly where you were meant to be.
