Please write sub fem reader x Dom jenna ortega and having us in restraints and we call her mommy and if we don't she get mad and stops PLEASE WRITE THE SMUT PLEASE include praises and jenna making us beg too
Not 'till i say so
Pairing: Jenna ortega x fem!reader
Genres: romance (established relationship), smut with D/s dynamics
Summary: basically what anon said except for the mommy nickname, just 'cause i don't feel it suits her. I chose a different title instead;). Also a very stubborn and haughty reader (brat, basically).
a/n: girl i was literally almost finished with this when i realized what you meant by "having us in restraints" 😭 idk why my bilingual mind understood ruined orgasms when you were talking about bondage i presume 😅 sorry i can't add the restraints part now, but i'll keep that practice in mind for a different shot. Hope you enjoy this one anyways! and sorry lol
MASTERLIST
Jenna always had her ways with you.
She always knew how to tease you, how to handle you. How to catch your attention in such a subtle, elegant way. How to frustrate you, too.
Her ways shrouded you in such a submissive mindset that it made you blush violently with embarrassment and arousal.
You hated how easy it was for her to tempt you, and how easy she made it for you to give in.
And so, in nights like this, in which you had had a stressful day at work and she decided to take you out for dinner, your mind was in a especially stubborn mess state. But also in urgent need to give up control.
And there she was, giving you playful stares glinting with mischief and cheer. She always had this light in her, this sparkle.
She'd take a sip of her wine without taking her eyes off you, and then quip with a sharp sarcastic comment that would make you stifle a chuckle, covering your mouth with your hand, refusing to give her the credit of being this funny so easily.
It was a dynamic only the two of you fully understood. Sometimes you felt stupid, pretending you didn't want her to behave like this when you clearly loved it. But she made sure you didn't feel too unsure, because she was addicted to breaking your walls, to get you to admit your true, deepest desires.
Hence her fingertips leaving insinuated feather-touch grazes on the back of your hand as she giggled; or the way in which her profound brown eyes would linger on you a little longer than expected; or her teeth softly capturing her bottom lip while listening to you; were all details you rolled your eyes to, while sighing dreamily in your mind.
Because you could always pretend all you want, but deep down you both knew the truth.
Also, you were having a weird time accepting her public displays of flirting and physical touch, out of mere shyness. But you liked to hide your true feelings behind this challeginging, fake 'i don't give a fuck' attitude.
But then you felt the tip of her heels grazing your calf, making you almost choke on your wine.
"Oh, everything okay, baby?" she asked faking being clueless.
You nodded, gulping, your eyes watering for a second. "Yeah, yeah" you gabbled, taking another swig.
She looked down, hiding a smirk.
The dinner continued without more surprises... Apparently. Because, really, her foot kept wandering along your leg, drawing iddle patterns, promising unspoken intentions.
You went on pretending you didn't care, pretending she wasn't doing anything to you. But you also were shifting on your seat everytime she looked away, trying to ease the growing ache between your thighs.
After dinner, you had a small chat, allegedly talking about the food, but really you could barely concentrate.
She was casually propping her forearms against the table, slightly leaned forward in a way of showing her undivided attention to you.
She was probably commenting on the food, but you could barely listen to her, given the way she was looking at you.
Her head was scarcely tilted down, and she was looking at you through her eyelashes, which she was batting seductively as she said sweet nothings she knew you were not listening to. Which leads it all to the current situation.
Her bangs crown her beautiful face, and the sudden urge of watching her from below, witnessing the sweat emerging on her skin making those perfec brushed bangs stick to her forehead, drenched; invades you.
Your lips part inevitably, and you lean back as you release a very soft pant, looking down, breaking eye contact with the excuse of taking off your napkin.
Her husky voice fades, and you know she's looking at you with that fucking smug smile printed on her face. You roll your eyes internally.
She doesn't say a word, though. You can already tell there's a plan forming in that little, machiavellian mind of hers.
Heading home, there's barely any conversation. She's busy driving, and you're busy thinking about the variety of ways you long for her to ruin you.
Finally at home, you're taking your shoes off sat on the edge of the bed when she walks in, also kicking her heels off.
"The vegan steak was something to die for, foreal" she casually comments, putting her heels away.
You nod without even processing her words. "Yeah, it was incredible."
You don't notice it, but she glances at you playfully. "Oh, you agree? You seemed... Distracted."
You freeze for a second, this first reaction immediately followed by the urgency of denying.
"I was fine."
You resume to your task, undoing the knots of your adidas in an attempt of postponing the inminent reaction.
But you hear her steps towards you. Soon enough, she's stading in front of you, firm. You sit up and dare to look up at her, narrowing your eyes a bit.
"Are you sure about that?"
Her voice immediately makes your breath hitch. She's challenging you.
You swallow hard, thinking she hasn't noticed that. She has; it's obvious when a corner of her lips curl up ever so slightly, in a mocking tiny smirk.
"I was alright." You state again, defiant.
Your hands clench into fists when she crosses her legs, and she puts her hands on her hips.
"Aw, is that right? See, I don't believe you, baby girl."
You clench your jaw, feeling the heat flooding through your veins. Your mouth goes dry and you swallow again. Her gaze drifts down to watch your throat bob, and now her expression is earnest. Eyebrows scooted down, she looks into your eyes.
"I know there was something inside that pretty head of yours. You were fantasizing about something instead of listening to me." Her accusation makes you blush faintly. "Care to explain?"
You frown and purse your lips. You know what she's doing. And it's fucking intoxicating.
You decide to push a bit further.
Turning your head to give her your cheek, you look away. "Can't a girl have some privacy?" You say in a mocking tone.
She takes a step forward, and your thighs tremble subtly as she parts them with her own.
"She can," she says in a lower voice, "but that is different from hiding. Now tell me, doll, what are you hiding?"
You hiss, sitting up straighter as you feel your heart slamming violently against your chest. You look at her, avoiding her face and instead staring at her torso, and the red dress hugging it.
You gulp when you see her closer, she's bending a bit. "Come on. Don't make me repeat myself" she warns, crooning.
You lean back, trying to keep some distance. You prop yourself on your hands and turn your head again. You sigh deeply, "Look, Jenna..."
"Don't" she spits out harshly. You freeze then, peek up at her.
You find her closer than expected, one of her hands already wandering your right upper thigh as she maintains the other firmly pressed against the mattress.
Her hand trails up, and you find yourself speechless at her display of dominance.
"Don't what?" you manage to shoot, tilting your head. You already know the answer, but the act of teasing her is captivating.
She frowns ever so slightly, and her touch becomes more purposeful. "Do not call me Jenna right now" she states firmly. "You know better than that."
You smirk, feeling confident in your brattiness. You turn your head to her and look at her haughtly. "Oh yeah, I certainly know better, huh...? Miss."
Her eyes crickle at the corners just a little, with a small smile on her lips. "Precisely. Much better" she whispers, just when her hand reaches your crotch.
You hold your breath and arch your back instinctively. You didn't expect her to be so straightforward.
"So?" she coos, pressing her palm against you. "What was distracting you earlier?"
You huff. "You're not gonna just drop it, are you?" you say, sarcastic.
She frowns, then arches one eyebrow, and her touch loosens pressure.
You authomatically push your hips forward. She tsks and shakes her head. "I'm not gonna give you what you want if you keep playing me. So, watch that attitude" she announces, determined.
Her voice is laced with tenderness, but you know it's all just part of her soft type of domination. It's not less authoritarian, though, and the warning in her tone makes your pussy throb.
You clench your jaw once more, conflicted. You could push further, test her limits, or you could give in.
She makes the decision for you.
Her palm presses against you again, and you inhale sharply. Her dark eyes are firmly fixed on yours, her gaze being too magnetic. You attempt to look away, but her other hand grabs your chin, tilting your head on her favour.
"Eyes on me" she commands in that cooing, soft voice of hers.
"Are you gonna answer my question or do I have to pull away?"
You sigh heavily, your chest aching with unspent desire.
"I was fucking horny, okay?" you finally admit in a heated whisper. "I was... I was starting to want you so bad, at that fucking restaurant. I was getting..."
You trail off and attempt to look away, but she keeps you in place. She unbuttons your jeans deftly. Sliding her hand under your jeans, she leans in. "You what, beautiful? C'mon, say it already... Use your big words."
Her voice is like a curse, and you're for sure bewitched.
"I was getting all flustered and frustrated" you hardly whisper, your hips rolling seeking some friction against her maddening motionless hand.
She purrs, delighted. "Oh, there she is. My vocal girl, finally" she teases, failing on hiding her obvious amusement.
She starts moving her hand, rubbing her palm and digits against you. You throw your head back, releasing a soft sigh of relief, a little too high-pitched for your liking, which makes you blush.
"Aww..." she notices it, and her voice let's you know she's not planning on giving you a break soon. "Is my baby girl finally letting go? Hm, so sweet when you get real..."
Choosing to ignore her teasing, you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head forward, against her shoulder. Your breathing is getting ragged already, you hadn't noticed how bad you needed her hand on you.
Your chest heaves with each batted breath, and your face feels hot. She's so infuriating, you think to yourself as you buck desperately against her hand.
I can't stand her, you keep noodling, as you grasp onto her, your hands clutching her arms.
You hear her dark chuckles fanning over your hair, and then her lips pressing against your head. "You're too cute, sweetheart" she keeps teasing.
She knows what she's doing, really. Her banter makes you more frustrated and needy, causing you to fuck yourself against her hand harder, faster, more impatient. It only gets you closer and closer.
Your heavy breathing turns into delicate whimpers. "Ngh... B-baby..." You stammer, and your sultry noises becomes a sound of plea when she slows down.
You peek up at her with glossy, confused eyes. She looks down at you, her brown eyes darker than ever. You feel her hand completely stopping and it makes you really desperate. Jokes aside.
"Please. P-please, uh... Miss. Miss, please. I beg of you. Keep go-ing..."
Just as you're reciting a number of pleas, she resumes with her tortous massage, making you jolt and buck again.
"Mmmph Miss... Miss..."
Now that you've found the key word, you cling to it like a lifesaver.
You keem whining, your voice vibrating against her neck. You keep rolling your hips. You keep submitting to her, because fucking hell it feels like heaven.
And just when your movements are turning more and more erratic, more and more needy, suddenly her touch disappears.
She withdraws her hand from your jeans and stands up so firmly that she kinda pushes you away.
"Miss, what...?" You ask perplexed, but your question dies in your lips as you watch her get undressed.
You hear your own husky moan leave your throat as you watch her crimson dress fall down, leaving her in her lace red bra and lace red thong. You swallow hard as you ogle at her.
You don't even register the feeling of your hips pulling down onto the mattress, rubbing yourself against it, until you hear her mocking, low voice.
"Did someone give you permission to grind like a greedy little thing?"
You feel the blush creeping down your neck and up to your ears. Peeking up at her, your voice sounds thin and embarrassed.
"No, Miss."
"Then what do you think you're doing?"
The call out causes you to clench around nothing, your thighs brushing together as you look up at her.
You feel the submission slipping into you like a cortain, filling every little thought in your brain, every doubt.
You gulp and let your hands rest languidly on your lap, palms up, open and available. You exhale deeply.
Her frowned expression changes into smugly satisfaction. She could ask further, push you a little more. Make you admit you've finally given in.
But she knows better than that. You're already looking up at her like a little desperate doll, eager to please her, eager to obey. Blush is all over your face, your skin gleaming, still a faint contortion of unspent desire in your features.
Yeah, she knows better than that. She has you exactly where she wants you, either way.
And so, she takes a step closer, comfortably standing between your now spread thighs -she's made sure you're well spread for her again- and one of her hands finds your hair.
Without saying a word, she tugs at your hair in that particular way that makes your scalp tickle.
You let out a drawn-out sigh as you feel your forehead press against her lower stomach and your nose pressing against her bundle of nerves through her thong.
"Against me. Completely" she commands in a murmur, softer now. You lift your chin a bit, and finally your lips make contact with the fabric.
She tortures you, for what feels like hours.
She rolls her hips in such a way that makes you whimper miserably, too turned on to even beg her to let you taste her properly.
Instead, you let her play with you, rub against you in that eight-shaped movement she makes.
Your hands are splayed out on her sides, sometimes gliding up to her back, sometimes lower, grabbing her ass. Doesn't fail to make her gasp, not even once.
You can smell her scent so vividly. You nuzzle against her with your eyes closed, focusing on her addictive scent and the feeling of her nails scratching your head, her fingers cardling through your hair.
And her sounds. Oh, her sounds are worth the suffering.
She pants so deliciously, murmuring husky words Sweet nothings that slip into your brain, changing your thoughts, molding them however she wants until it's all just her, her, her.
Her movements get gradually more opened, more profound, until she's shamelessly grinding against you, until you can feel her thick thighs pressing against your ears, her noises coming muffled now.
Finally, she looses her patience.
"Make me proud, honey" she says in that husky, low voice of hers, as her hands find yours and she guides you to pull down her thong.
The first taste feels like too much, and still not enough. You delve into her as if you had been thirsty for days, as if she was the first fuel you find after days in a desert.
Your fingers curl, nails sinking into the back her thighs as you pull her against you.
She lets out the prettiest of moans, throwing her head back, as her hands slide to the back of your head, fists full of your hair.
You breath heavily against her, your hot breath making her squirm slightly, blending heavenly with her firm shoves.
You whimper in a plea against her, feeling the ache between your legs burn.
"Miss..." you manage to mumble as you suck on her folds eagerly.
"You- You may" she breathes out, looking down with half-lidded eyes. "But only... Only because you're doing such a good job eating me out."
You nod as you lick, adding a different sensation that makes her exhale heavily and buck harder against you.
You grope her ass greedily as you roll your own hips, avidly dry humping the mattress below you.
You can hear her deep sighs as she plays with your hair. You can tell she's controlling herself, keeping herself on edge to last longer. Only to torture you, only to play with herself.
You wrap your lips around her clit and suck rhythmically as you tap at it with the tip of your tongue. She gasps and moans, and then she lets out breathy chuckles as she slows down the motion of her hips.
"I'll cum whenever I want, sweetheart. And you'll keep eating me out until you feel me all over your face, hm? You don't get to decide" she coos, stroking your hair lovingly.
You exhale through your nostrils, and you find yourself rubbing harder against the mattress.
It makes you go absolutely feral, when she teases you like this. When she reminds you about your agreements. When she reminds you the control she has over you. When she reminds you how much you love it.
You exhale a weak whimper, that's all the response you're capable of making. She giggles at your obviously eager mental state.
Her hands slip to the sides of your head, and she tugs at your hair there, making you lean back.
"You gotta reply when someone is talking to you, baby girl" you see her smirk as she looks down at you.
You huff almost unperceptibly, and you have to gather every strengh on you not to roll your eyes.
"Sorry, Miss", you say with a hint of exasperation.
She arches one eyebrow. "Say that again?" she challenges.
Your breath hitches at the calmness in her obvious threat. You gulp.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Won't happen again. You'll cum whenever you want to, obviously."
Your voice is breathy and slightly hoarse from the muffled whimpering. She grins.
"That's right" she says in a thick voice before pulling you against her.
This time she's not gentle. She bucks against you, she fucks your mouth for all you're worth.
Your not able to make any coherent thought, but if you were, you'd realize this is part of your punishment too. Getting fucked without really getting fucked.
"Hm, that's it baby girl, that's it..." she moans as her movements turn erratic, firm, demanding.
Her moans get louder and louder, she hisses and shover her hips against you until she goes stiff. You feel her hot cum against your flat tongue a few moments later. You tilt your head up and down greedily, slurping and licking every last drop.
"Good girl, baby" she groans, you feel her fingers in your hair, stroking and tugging gently.
She gives you a couple of final thrusts before pulling back, her hands go to your shoulders, pushing you softly yet firmly.
You fall onto your back, looking down at her as she kicks off her thong long forgotten around her ankles, and crawls on top of you.
You gulp and then part your lips, releasing soft pants. "Please..." you whimper pathetically, your hands now wandering her sides.
She bites her lip and nods, looking at you through her eyelashes.
"Yeah baby? You need it that bad?" she coos.
Her voice is tempting, but her actions are secure- her hands find the waistband of your jeans easily and pull them down, as well as your panties.
"Yes" you hiss. "Yes I need it" you breath out, blushing again.
"Awhm, my pretty mess..." she purrs, settling between your legs as she levels you, her nose brushing against yours playfully.
You choke in a gasp when you feel her fingertips tracing your slit. "You're so wet, babydoll" she whispers as if it was a secret, then giggles beautifully.
You frown and bite your lip, struggling to keep your sharp mouth shut. You know she's testing you, she wants to push you.
But you're too far gone, your legs stuttering just with the mere thought of release, after this much teasing. And so you continue humiliating yourself.
"Please Miss... Please, I'm begging..."
Your hands run up her arms until you cup her face. She can see herself in your desperate gaze.
She makes a gesture as in considering your urgent pleas. But finally, she smirks.
"Come here" she murmurs, crashing her lips against yours in a heated kiss as her thumb finds your clit and she plunges her index finger into you.
You arch your back and moan loudly against her mouth, but she isn't benevolent. Not tonight.
She swallows your moans insisting on kissing you, turning you into a squirming mess as her finger bumps in and out mercilessly and her thumb circles your clit applying a bit more pressure that you'd want.
Suddenly, an idea lights up in your head. She's touching you in that way... In that way in which she touches you when she wants to make you cum. Abruptly.
You whine in complain, and she beams in the kiss. "I told you. I'm in charge" it's all she gives you before continuing with her sultry assault.
You throw your head back, breaking the kiss and she goes for your neck, tireless.
You let out a series of hoarse whines, rolling your hips desperately against her hand, giving in to your primal desires even if you'd like to drawn it out since she made you wait this much.
You'd like to last, to really enjoy her touch to its full extent, but she doesn't make it easy for you.
Unstoppable, she combines the gentle tapping of your g-spot with the relentless circling on your clit, applying too much pressure for you to keep it together.
Arching your back and spreading your legs, with your toes curling, you feel the pleasure about to explode.
And it does, it does explode but just when it's hitting you like a tidal wave, she withdraws her thumb from your clit, leaving you with a weak yet overwhelming sensation that washes through you, leaving you with nothing.
You sigh and pant hardly, and you look at her. She's staring back at you with that smug expression on her face, whilst her digit is still rubbing against your inner walls as they clench and twitch, sensitive and oddly sated.
You look at her feeling something between absolute despise and devoted lust.
"I can't believed you just ruined my orgasm as a punishment."
She lets out a breathy chuckle and withdraws her finger as she leans in and kisses your cheek. "Aw, baby.... I told you I would one day. You said it'd be so hot..." She quips.
"Oh, it is" you say sarcastically, but also not; because you are not lying. That release was powerful and life-changing, but she ruined the end which makes it even more remarkable.
"Aw, baby..." she murmurs, adjusting to cage one of your legs between hers as she presses herself down onto you and nuzzles against your neck. "Are you grumpy?" she teases, although she's also checking in.
You shake your head subtly. "No. It's... It's okay. That was incredible. Thank you." You sound a bit dry because you're still speechless, trying to catch your breath.
She chuckles, satisfied with your response. Propping herself on one elbow, she looks down at you with a grin as she traces your features with a furtive finger.
"Are you gonna behave all stubborn and haughty with me again?"
Her voice is so irresistible you can't help but whimper quietly. Turning your head towards her, you shake it. "No, Miss."
"Will you lie to me again?"
"I won't, Miss."
"Is that so? You'll be a good girl for me and admit it when you're needy and crave my attention?"
"Yes, Miss. I promise I will. I'll be your good girl."
She chuckles mischievously. "That's my girl" she murmurs as she leans in for a searing kiss.
You melt into the kiss, feeling content and cherished in her arms.
She murmurs sweet praises to you, reassuring you on how good you've been in the scene, on how good you've made her feel.
You also whisper vulnerable confessions to her, admitting how owned she's made you feel, and how good of a domme she is to you.
Because when the cortains fall and the heels are kicked off, only the two of you understand how beautiful and sacred this is. How much care you put into it. How much you love eachother.
