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So I have been writing some stuff! It's just been blindfold stuff, so I couldn't mention it. Here's one, and I'll put another up after work. And maybe another, we'll see. Remember, if you want to see the original fill, you have to be a member of the blindfold_spn community.

Good Samaritan
Jared/girl!Jensen, AU, NC-17. Written for blindfold_spn, originally posted here. Jared discovers his roommate really doesn't know how to have fun getting herself off, and decides to lend her a hand.
Also, there were some requests for a follow-up in the original thread, but for me, this really is a one-shot.


Jared's not supposed to be home.

There was a fire alarm at work, and with only an hour left on a Friday, the boss just told them all to take off. Jared had been planning on maybe catching a nap so he'd be ready to go out, or taking the extra time to convince Jen to come out. It never really works, but Jared loves his roommate (and he tries not to think that much about the exact nature of his love, for the sake of his sanity), and he wants to see her loosen up and let her hair down.

Jared needs to learn to be careful what he wishes for.

Because he walks in, figuring Jen won't be home from class yet, and passes her room on the way to the bathroom, and there she is, flat on her back on her bed, jeans around her ankles, hand down the front of her panties--blue, with dolphins on them, some part of Jared's brain notes, way cutesier than he would have expected--getting herself off.

He knows that he is an asshole for stopping, for not turning around, going back to the door and announcing himself.

But it's Jen, and she's masturbating, and Jared's already half-hard and having trouble remembering what he's supposed to be doing.

He's expecting her to switch it up a little--maybe touch herself somewhere else, maybe push her panties down to get her fingers inside her, anything, but she's not making any noise, and her fingers are steady, working her clit like she read a book about how it's supposed to work.

He must make some kind of noise, because Jen's eyes fly open, and she looks over at Jared, deer caught in headlights, and he holds up his hands, all apology.

"God, I'm sorry, I--they let me off work early, and I didn't think your class got over until later and--"

Jen pulls her fingers out of her panties, and they don't even look slick. Jared aches. Jen is amazing, she deserves to have the best sex ever, even if when she's having it with herself.

"It's okay," says Jen, face flushed. "Sorry, I should have closed the door, I wasn't thinking." She drapes her arm over her face. "We got our midterms back, and I didn't do nearly as well as I should have, so I'm really--I just needed to blow off some steam."

Jared licks his lips. "Look, you are welcome to kick my ass to the curb for overstepping my bounds here," he says, hesitantly. "But--is that how you always get off?"

Jen gives him a sharp look, somewhere between annoyed and disbelieving. "What?" she asks.

"I just--" Jared sighs. "You had the same face you get when you're washing the dishes. Like it's a chore or something."

Jen, unexpectedly, flushes and looks away. "We aren't all sex gods like you are, Jared."

It's not a no, and Jared carefully crosses the room, sitting down on the corner of the bed, as far from Jen as he can, to give her space. "What do you mean? I mean--everyone should be a sex god with themselves."

"Well, I'm not, okay?" Jen snaps. "Jesus. I learned what my clitoris was from the fucking South Park movie."

"No, no, Jen," says Jared, quickly. "God, I wasn't--I didn't mean it like that."

He doesn't know that much about Jen's romantic past--she had a boyfriend when he moved in, and Jared never liked the guy, but he couldn't be sure how much of that was legitimate and how much was jealousy. Still, the guy dumped Jen, which proved he was a dumbass, and Jared had told Jen that, repeatedly, over ice cream. But it's clear that Jen has some issues, and Jared just wants to hug her and teach her exactly how great sex can be.

"Jen," he says again, sliding closer. "Jen, baby, you should be having the best orgasms in the world," he says. "It's way more stress relieving." He licks his lips. "Do you have toys or anything?"

Jen hugs her knees, not looking at him. Jared puts his arm around her shoulders, trying to be comforting. "Brian always said they were for lesbians and lonley cat ladies," she mutters.

"Wow," says Jared. "I knew there was a good reason I hated that asshole." He kisses the top of her head. "That's totally wrong, by the way. There's nothing wrong with knowing how to get yourself off." He bites his lip. There's an outside chance she's going to kick his ass, but he's willing to risk it. "Jen?"

"What?"

"Let me show you," he says, dropping his hand down to push under the hem of her shirt. "How to actually have fun jerking off."

Jen jerks away a little, giving him a harsh glare. "I don't need your charity."

Jared smiles. "Jen, believe me, teaching a beautiful girl the joys of touching herself? That's the opposite of altruism."

"Look at you with the vocabulary," Jen says, rolling her eyes, but she relaxes into his side, and Jared's pretty sure it's a yes.

"I won't do anything you don't want," says Jared. "I'll tell you everything I'm doing, and you can say no, and I'll try something else. Okay?"

Jen nods.

"Okay," says Jared, fighting back a huge grin. He kisses the top of her head. "I'm gonna go grab some stuff. Can you be naked by the time I get back?"

Jen gives him a thoughtful look. "Only if you are too," she says, after a minute.

"Sure," says Jared. "Absolutely. Back in a sec."

He manages to not trip over his feet as he gets into his room, throwing his shirt aside and slipping out of his jeans. He's never been so excited about a sex act where he's not planning to get laid--not even considering it--but it's Jen, and he's going to make her feel amazing. And make sure she knows she can do it for herself too.

He has a few sex toys he keeps around for hookups of his own, nothing particularly fancy, but they're all decently strong and he knows how to use them. And if Jen wants them, they're hers.

He pulls off his boxers and leaves them on the bed, willing his erection to just go away. This is so far from being about his dick.

Jen's still in her bra and panties, and Jared sees her eyes widen when she sees him.

Jared gives her a shy smile, feeling kind of bashful. He's a great-looking guy, he knows, but he's never gotten the impression Jen's into him.

"Wow, you are really all the way naked," says Jen. He can see her flushing darker all over. He wants to lick all her freckles, but now is not the time.

"Yeah," Jared agrees, putting his box of toys on Jen's dresser next to the bed and climbing in. "But it's okay that you're not yet. I can work with that." He spreads his legs open, patting the bed between them. "It's probably easiest if you're here," he says.

Jen doesn't look at him as she settles between his legs, and Jared wraps his arms around her waist, giving her a warm hug and a quick neck nuzzle. "I can stop, you know," he murmurs. "Just say the word."

"Don't stop," says Jen, shaky but sure.

Jared smiles. "Okay." He lets one of his hands drift up to her breast, cupping it through her bra. Jen squirms. "Hey, you okay?"

Jen laughs a little. "My breasts aren't really a hot spot for me," she admits. "I know, I know, weird."

"Not weird," Jared assures her. He kisses her neck. "Plus, an awesome place to start. You ever just touch yourself everywhere, see what gets you worked up?"

Jen shakes her head.

"Okay," says Jared. "So I'm gonna do that." He nuzzles her neck again, and laughs, a little self-conscious. "Uh, sorry. Do you like that? I can stop."

Jen laughs too, sounding a little more relaxed. "No, it's okay," she says.

"A lot of these are more fun with a partner," Jared says, running his hands over her ribs and back down her back. "But it's always good to know for them."

"Brian just went with breasts," Jen offers. "Every time."

"Douche," says Jared, stroking his thumbs over Jen's lower back, and grinning when she shivers. "You like that?" he asks.

"It's--yeah," Jen says, as Jared kneads the skin there gently and moves down sliding his hands under her underwear, over the firm swell of her ass and down her thighs. Her legs fall open as he does, and she bites her lip. "There too," she manages, and Jared spends a little time massaging her inner thighs, letting his fingers bush over the front of her panties. They were already wet, but by the time Jared pulls his hands back to move down her legs, she's soaking, and when he finally gets down to her calves, she's relaxed into his chest, eyes closed, looking blissful.

"So," he says, rubbing the slightly stubbly skin of her inner thighs and resting his chin on her shoulder. "How do you usually get off? Just fingers on clit?"

"Yeah," says Jen. She sighs. "I never--okay, this is embarrassing, but--Brian's the only guy I've ever dated. And I never actually--he never got me off during sex. I figure I'm just one of those girls who doesn't get off from--yeah."

"Wow," says Jared. "Okay. That's totally possible, and if you are, it's definitely not the end of the world. But--did he get you off with his mouth or anything?"

"I didn't know anything was--wrong, I guess," says Jen, looking deeply embarrassed. "I went to an abstinence-only high school, I just--I figured that was as good as it got."

"So your shitty boyfriend never even got you off?" Jared asks. "Jesus. Okay. I am going to find him and kick his ass."

"Jared."

"Fine, fine." He sighs. "Do you mind if I put my fingers in you?"

The pause is so long he's worried Jen's changed her mind about the whole thing. "No," she finally says. "You can."

"Okay," says Jared. "If you don't like what I'm doing, you can stop me. I'm going to start slow." He leaves her panties on for now, rubbing her clit through the fabric, making her let out a little whimper. "You can be as loud as you want," he tells her. "I think it's better when I'm noisy." H

"You think everything's better when you're noisy," Jen says, but she's sounding a little breathless already.

"Yeah, well," Jared teases, pulling back to slide her underwear down and swipe his thumb over her clit, "I am wise. You should embrace my awesome lifestyle." He trails his finger down and teases it over her entrance. She's already so wet, and he feels his dick twitch against her ass. Before she can say anything, he pushes one finger inside her, and whatever she was going to say is lost in a gasp.

"You can tell me what I'm doing right," Jared says. "What you're into."

"Your hands," Jen says, and then flushes, like this is something to be ashamed of.

"Yours work too," Jared teases, pushing his finger inside her gently. "I'm gonna get you off like this first," he says. "Just my fingers. You're already close, huh? Get the edge off. But you're not gonna be done."

Jen whimpers as Jared pushes another finger inside her. He can feel her shaking a little, and he arches his fingers up, grinning at her sudden gasp.

"That's your g-spot," he says. "Never found it before?"

"Never looked that hard," Jen manages. Her hips are pushing against his fingers, like Jen doesn't even know she's doing it, and it's hot beyond belief. "God, Jared."

He licks the fingers on his other hand and brings it down, rubbing the hood of her clit, keeping the direct pressure off for now. Jen writhes closer, making little desperate noises.

"You can definitely do this one on your own," says Jared, stroking relentlessly over her g-spot. "Just gotta find the spot, and--"

"Fuck!" Jen gasps, coming on his fingers, and Jared strokes her through the aftershocks, leaving his fingers inside her as he pulls his other hand away. "Okay, that was--a lot better," she admits.

"Mm," says Jared, absently rooting through the box of toys until he finds the one he wants. "Okay, so I don't necessarily support quick and easy orgasms, but if you want one, here's a good toy." He puts the bullet down on her stomach. "Sometimes you don't have time to play for hours."

"Jared, why do you have a vibrator?"

"To use during sex," says Jared. "Don't worry, it's clean."

"Why would they need a toy if they have you?" Jen asks.

Jared licks his lips, feeling kind of hopeful. He knows that this is pretty far from platonic, but he's hoping a little that Jen will want to do this more often. And possibly, like, marry him. That would be nice.

"They make it more exciting," says Jared. "And I'm giving it to you anyway." He kisses under her chin, holding the bullet in place over her clit with the thumb of the hand still inside her so he can work the controls with the other.

"Jared," she says, a little weakly. "I just came."

"Yeah," says Jared. "Bet you've got another one in you."

He switches on the bullet to low before she can respond, and she's gasping again. He fucks her gently with his fingers, letting the vibrator do most of the work this time.

"Oh Jesus, Jared," Jen's murmuring, and his name on her lips at a time like this is driving him more than a little crazy.

"I think you can take a little more," says Jared. "This one's simple--lots of speeds, but no patterns," he explains. "You should look around, find some that are right for you."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jen pants, as Jared turns it steadily higher. "That's--God, Jared, it's too much, I'm gonna--" and he feels her come again, turning the vibrator down to the lowest speed, drawing it out. "God," says Jen. "No wonder people like vibrators."

Jared laughs, turning it off and throwing it away. "You feeling a little more relaxed?"

"Yeah," says Jen. "Thanks."

"Hey, you're not done," says Jared. He pulls his fingers out of her gently, going to suck them clean on impulse, but he stops himself. "You ever--you know what you taste like, Jen?"

"No," says Jen, a little warily.

"I'm of the opinion everyone should know what they're asking their partners to put in their mouths. But if you don't want to try, that's fine too."

"I've never expected anyone to put that in their mouths," Jen mutters, but she's looking at his fingers a little curiously. After a minute, she opens her mouth, letting Jared slide his fingers inside and sucking them clean. Jared tries not to do anything stupid, like come on her back.

"Well, you should ask someone to do that," he says, voice coming out deep and husky.

"It doesn't taste bad," Jen observes. "You said I wasn't done?"

"Sorry," says Jared, laughing a little. "You're not. I'm going to force you to have more orgasms. I'm a monster."

Jen rolls her eyes. "Completely."

"Anyway," says Jared. "Like I said, I get that sometimes you're in a hurry, just need to get off. But you need to know how to draw it out. Make it feel amazing."

He massages her neck with slow, even strokes, digging his thumbs into her shoulders and grinning at the loud moan she can't hold back.

"See," he murmurs, moving his hands down her back, "you can touch yourself all kinds of places to get yourself warmed up. Way more than just your breasts. And, okay, you can't reach here very well," he admits, "but this is like the platonic ideal of touching yourself."

"Having someone else do it?" Jen asks, relaxing into his hands.

"Shush," Jared chides lightly. He rubs his hands over her lower back, and just like before, it makes her gasp and shiver. He lingers there, running his hands all over it. "How do you usually get in the mood?" he asks, way more invested in the answer than he'd like to admit.

Jen doesn't answer for so long, Jared thinks that she's not going to.

"I think about you," she finally admits, softly, and Jared's heart does a little flip.

"Oh," he says, tugging her in closer to him as he rubs over her stomach and down her legs, making sure she knows that's not going to make him leave. He kisses the back of her neck. "Yeah? Awesome."

Jen laughs. "Speaking of, fair's fair. When do you get to come?"

"Later," says Jared, teasing his fingers over her entrance, not going in, just making her gasp and push up against him. "This, today? This is all about you." He swallows. "But I could buy you dinner tomorrow and after, we could start figuring out all the awesome ways we can get each other off."

"Are you asking me on a date while feeling me up?" Jen asks, laughing a little.

"Yeah," says Jared. "Are you gonna say yes?"

"Yes," says Jen, with no hesitation, and Jared leans forward to catch her lips for a kiss.

"I think we need a change of venue for this next part," Jared murmurs, when he pulls back.

"Yeah?" asks Jen. She's grinning, like this is the best day ever. Jared knows the feeling.

"Yeah," says Jared. "Did you know our shower is great for getting off?"

"I didn't," says Jen, laughing and letting Jared pull her off the bed. "Tell me more."