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The sound of loud crackling thunder wakes you from your peaceful slumber. The glow from the tv screen makes it possible for your tired eyes to make out the room you’re in. You don’t remember falling asleep at all, let alone on the couch in the living room. Light snoring comes from the mouth of your roommate Sasha, who apparently also fell asleep on the couch.
You sit up quietly, trying not to make much movement so you don’t wake Sasha. She’s been pulling extra shifts at the grocery store downtown to help keep you both afloat on bills. You couldn’t blame the poor girl for passing out every other night on the couch. Glancing up at the screen, you laugh quietly at the show you both were watching before you fell asleep – Death Note. How you fell asleep during your favorite anime, you’ll never know.
Another loud boom of thunder shakes the house. You make your way off of the couch, and head to your screened in back porch. Taking a seat in one of the lounge chairs, you sit and watch the storm roll in. The pitter patter sounds of rain hitting your roof brings a calmness to your clouded mind. Between school, working two jobs, and trying to secure an internship, you never really got the time to just relax. This being your first day off from everything in months, you decided to finally take an easy day.
You pull your phone out of the pocket of your black sweatpants, scrolling through notifications you had missed the night before. Nothing out of the ordinary – a couple missed calls from Connie, several texts from Connie, Jean and your parents, and some random social media notifications. You open instagram and check the notifications for your most recent post. One in particular makes your heart flutter.
Jeank-104 : pretty smile for a pretty girl 💛
Seeing comments like this from Jean were anything but unusual. Your relationship was one of those ‘girl loves boy but boy flirts with girl to make her flustered even though he has no feelings’ types. It was frustrating to say the least, but you would endure it as long as it meant he was in your life.
Jean was one of the first people you met when you moved to Trost, and he was one of the few who didn’t bully the absolute shit out of you your first year of school. Being the new girl was never fun, but being the new who obviously didn’t come from money was even worse. The bullying got to a point where you tried to pack up and leave, but being only 17 you realized you had no one and nowhere to run to.
On one particularly bad day, one of your biggest bullies had pushed you over the edge. You ran out of the school and didn’t stop. You had no idea where you were going, but you just knew you had to get out. After only a mile, your breathing became labored so you had to slow down. Walking another mile, you finally came upon an empty park. You found a huge tree sitting in the middle of it and plopped yourself down in front of it. There, you cried your eyes out for what felt like hours.
Once you had finally calmed down, you felt a hand pat your back lightly. You jerked away from the touch, sitting up quickly. Glancing up at the person sitting next to you, you met the softest pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. You were entranced by them, watching as little flecks of gold appeared to dance around his pupils.
“Uhm,” he said quietly, not breaking the staring contest you two had started. “are you okay?”
You nodded your head lightly, bringing your eyes back down to the ground.
“You don’t have to lie to me, you know.”
Your head snapped back up to look at him, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“I heard what they said to you,” he started again quietly. “Reiner is such a fucking dick. Someone needs to kick him in his tiny ballsack so maybe he’ll shut the fuck up.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that. A smile made its way across your features, and he couldn’t help staring at you. To him, you had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. He would do anything to make sure you never stopped smiling if he could.
“I’m Jean,” he said, holding out his hand.
You extend your hand out, intertwining with his. “I’m Y/N.”
You smile at the happy memory as you pocket your phone. Rustling noises started to come from the kitchen, signaling that Sasha had finally woken up. You debate between going back inside or staying in your peaceful spot. Once you hear a faint cackling sound of bacon being cooked, going inside wins the debate. As you enter the kitchen, the smell of breakfast overwhelms your senses. You spot Niccolo at the stove, which would make sense since the food actually smells good and not like something is burning.
“Good morning sunshine,” Sasha sings, skipping over to you and engulfing you in a hug.
“Good morning Sash,” you say, trying to tear her body off of yours.
“Why won’t you accept my love?!” she yells as she struggles against your efforts to tear your bodies apart.
“Sash,” you laugh. “It is seven in the morning! Give me time to wake up.”
She releases her grip on you, throwing her hands up in the air.
“Fine! I’ll just go fuck myself, I guess!”
You can’t help but laugh at her overdramatic self. Ever since you’ve known Sasha, she’s been nothing but overdramatic in any situation. Even though you two were completely opposites, you also balanced each other out perfectly. Anytime she would overreact to a situation, you were able to bring her down – and anytime you needed to put someone in their place, she would be your backup.
Nicolo begins to put food onto plates for the three of you. Taking your seat at the table, Sasha follows as you start to converse about your plans for the day.
“I work 10 to 6 today,” she says. “I also have an interview for a part time job somewhere around lunch time.”
“Girl you work yourself too much,” you reply. “I’ve got things covered for awhile. Please take a break.”
“I have to agree with Y/N, Sasha,” Nicolo starts in. “I feel like neither of us see you anymore unless you’re going to work or going to sleep.”
“I took off this weekend,” she says. “Let’s all go do something as a group!”
You nod your head in agreement as you start to tear into the food Nicolo prepared. Within minutes, Sasha is going back for seconds. By the time she’s finishing her second helping, you’re finished with your first. You place your plate into the sink and say your goodbyes to the couple, retreating to your bedroom to work on some homework. As you sit down on your bed, you put your airpods in and shuffle your study playlist. Cigarettes After Sex plays in your ears as you open your Biology book, settling in for the long day ahead of you.
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A grueling three hours goes by before you’re finally caught up with all of your assignments in two of your classes. Your brain is throbbing at all of the information it has consumed in that time, and you decide it’s time for a break.You make your way over to your closet and dresser and pick out your outfit for the day. Since it’s still raining and cold, you decide on some black sweats, a cropped tank top, and a cropped jacket to match the top. You grab your dark green and white air forces, adding a touch of color to the simple look. Grabbing your car keys off your nightstand, you make your way to the garage. You needed to run a couple errands today anyways, and now seems like the perfect time to do so.
Entering the garage, you see your pride and joy – your all matte black 2021 Nissan GT-R. Your parents made a deal with you that if you got all A’s in high school, they would pay for at least half of whatever car you wanted. Working your ass off through school isn’t ideal, but you knew exactly what you wanted, and you knew you needed to come up with the other half. By the end of the year, you impressed your parents by getting all A’s, valedictorian, and coming up with half of the money needed to afford it. They couldn’t say no to you.
You enter your car, the smell of Champagne Toast invading your senses. You place your key fob in the cup holder and hit the start button.
Nothing.
“What the fuck,” you mumble to yourself.
After going through the motions a few more times, you hit the steering wheel in frustration.
“You’re brand fucking new,” you yell. “What could possibly be wrong?!”
You get out of the car, popping the hood as you get out. You make your way to the front of the car and look inside.
“I don’t even know what I’m doing.”
You grab your phone out of your sweats pocket and pull up the contact of the only person you trust to work on your baby. The last thing you wanted was to bother Jean, but you knew you had no other option. The phone rang once and he immediately picked up.
“Hey Y/N,” Jean spoke in a rough tone, almost sounding out of breath. “What’s up?”
“Hey Jeanboy, I really hate to bother you but my car isn’t starting. Is there any way you could come look at it? No rush or anything, but you know I don’t trust anyone else.”
“Anything for you,” he says sweetly. “I’ll be over in 10.”
He hangs up the phone and your stomach goes crazy. It feels like someone let an entire butterfly exhibit loose in it. You try to think of something to pass the time, but the entire 10 minutes is filled with you just thinking about Jean. Every time he said your name, your heart couldn’t help but get faster. You had been in love with the boy since that first time he sat with you while you cried, and he continued to do that any other time you had a breakdown.
Your garage door opens, breaking you out of your thoughts. You glance up to see the tall brunette boy that holds your heart walk into your garage. Every time you saw him, it was like the first time you had ever laid eyes on him. Even if he was only wearing dark blue jeans and a white tee, you still saw him as the most handsome man ever.
“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says, smirking at you.
Feeling yourself become flustered, you turn away from Jean so he can’t see the heat rushing to your cheeks. You try to think of words to respond, but between his flirting and just him in general, your brain was mush.
“Okay,” he says. “So tell me what it’s doing exactly, so I can try and pinpoint the problem.”
“I-It uh, just literally won’t start. Like no turning over, nothing.”
“Fuck,” he sighs.
Your stomach immediately flips. Never did you think one word could sound so sexy.
Jean reaches into his tool bag, grabbing out a few tools that you have never seen before. The only thing you knew about them, was that they cost him a lot of money. He had more than once complained because a wrench would break, saying it was going to cost him over $200. Luckily, his dad owned the shop he worked for, so most of that money came from his dads pockets in the end.
“What do you think it could be?”
“Well,” he started. “it really could be a few things. You might need a new starter, or it could just he a dead battery. I’m hoping for a dead battery, because that’ll only run you about $100.”
“God damnit,” you sighed. “Of course this shit would happen in between paydays.”
“I’ll make you a deal. Make me lunch, and I’ll pay for whatever is wrong with your car.”
You shake your head immediately.
“Jean, no.”
“I don’t remember asking for your permission,” he cuts you off. “Let me do this for you, babe.”
Your eyes go wide at the nickname, and you don’t miss the cocky smirk come across his face.
“U-Uh, uhm okay,” you stutter out. “I’ll go, uhm, order something real quick.”
He nods at you as he starts to look under the hood of your car. You dismiss yourself to head to the kitchen. Leaning against the sink, you take a moment to breathe. Jean has never called you babe before, so it had completely caught you off guard. He had you a stuttering mess, and you’re sure if he could hear your thoughts he would die of laughter. A mix of emotions run through your body – everything from nervousness to longing for his touch.
Grabbing your phone out of your pocket, you decide ordering food will be a good distraction from the thoughts running rampant in your head. You scroll through your apps quickly, ultimately deciding pizza would be the easiest and cheapest option. Quickly placing the order, you type in your credit card info and pray it goes through. When the green check mark pops up indicating the transaction went through, you silently thank yourself for keeping up with the payments on at least one card.
As you open the door to the garage, you stop in your tracks at the sight in front of your eyes. Jean is bent over the hood of your car, his attention not swaying from the task at hand. He has an arrangement of tools spread across your engine. His mullet is now pulled back into a small man bun, beads of sweat making his baby hairs stick to his forehead. The thing catching the majority of your attention though, is the fact that he is completely shirtless. You can see sweat dripping down his muscular back – a sight you never knew you longed to see so badly.
Your heart is beating so loudly in your chest that you’re almost sure he can hear it. If you weren’t already turned on him just by seeing him earlier, you sure as hell were now.
“I can feel you staring, Y/N,” Jean says, never breaking his eyes away from your car. “Is there anyway I can get you to help me?”
“U-Uh yeah.”
You slip off your jacket, leaving you in just your cropped tank top and sweats. Walking up beside him, you silently wait for instruction from him. He hands you a flashlight, glancing your way for a second.
“I just need you to hold this light so it’s shining right over here,” he instructs you.
You nod your head as you turn the flashlight on, making sure the light hits exactly where he pointed. Jean glances in your direction, but turns his attention quickly when he notices how prominent your breasts are in your low cut shirt. Pretending not to notice his glance, you lean yourself forward a bit more, making your breasts pop even more in your shirt. You can feel Jean’s staring in his peripheral vision.
“Take a picture,” you say. “it’ll last longer.”
Jean’s face turns beet red as his eyes focus back to your car. You giggle to yourself, not believing that you were able to make him flustered so easily. He continues to tinker with your car as you hold the light in place. You catch him throwing glances your way every once in a while, but you choose to not say anything.
“C’mere Y/N,” he says. “Let me show you something.”
You scoot closer to him, but not close enough to his liking. Your taken by surprise when he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your body in front of his. He leaves his hand on your waist and brings his other hand around you to show you whatever it is he wants you to see. You hear words come out of his mouth, but the thought of his body pressed against yours takes over everything in your mind. Your hands find the edge of the car as you brace yourself against it, afraid that you might pass out from the unexpected events taking place.
“Did you get all that?”
You try to think of words, but all you are able to muster is a nod.
“You didn’t hear a thing I said, did you?” Jeans asks smugly.
“I-I, u-uhm,” you stutter.
“Cat got your tongue, Y/N?” he asks, pressing your bodies closer together.
A gasp escapes your lips as you feel his hardened length press into you. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of this situation before, but never did you think this would all be happening.
“J-Jean, w-what are you doing?”
“I’m just trying to teach my favorite girl about her car,” he says lowly in your ear. “Is there anything wrong with that?”
You feel yourself getting wet from the sensation of his cock pushing into your backside. Feeling the pressure in your clit from being pushed against you car is enough to make you squirm under Jean. He grasps both of your hips tightly, trying to keep your body still.
“Every movement you make is making it harder for me to concentrate, Y/N.” he says, practically growling through his teeth.
The revelation that he is turned on as much as you are gives you a boost in confidence. Taking matters into your own hands, you turn yourself around to face him. You place your hands on his toned chest, pushing his upper body back slightly.
“Then focus on me.”
Your eyes stare up into his, seeing his pupils are completely blown. The lust is apparent in his eyes, and you’re sure that he can see it in yours too. You’ve wanted Jean for so long, it’s almost hard to believe what’s happening right in front of you.
“Y/N,” Jean whispers. “Can I kiss you?”
Your mouth opens in shock at the question. Did you hear him right? Were you imagining he said that?
“Y-You want to kiss me?” you whisper back.
Jean brings his forehead to yours, not breaking the eye contact between you two.
“Yes Y/N,” Jean starts. “I want to kiss you, so fucking bad.”
You can barely comprehend the words coming from his mouth. Not sure how far he was willing to take this, you know you need to set boundaries with him. You weren’t going to take this all the way just to be thrown to the side after everything was done.
“I don’t want to be another one of your girls, Jean,” you say quietly. “I can handle rejection from most guys, but not you. So, if you don’t want anything else from this, then let go of me and we’ll continue to be friends.”
Your breathing is heavy after you confession. You never expected it to come out, especially like this. Jean is just as stunned by it. Why would you ever think you were one of those girls? He had never been up front about his feelings, but he never wanted to distract you from your busy life. Every girl he slept with was just a disappointing reminder that he would never get you to himself. You always talked about being too busy for a relationship, so he just assumed that put him out of the running.
“Y/N,” he says quietly, pushing your chin up softly with his hand. “Why would you ever think you’re one of those girls? Those girls could never compare to you.”
You feel your heart beating rapidly at his words.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, Y/N,” he continues. “Every time we hang out, it takes everything in me to not just grab you and kiss you for hours on end. Those girls mean absolutely nothing to me. You are everything to me. I don’t think you’ll ever understand how badly I’ve wanted to do everything with you – hold you, kiss you, touch you, make you forget every other man in your life. I want you to be mine, Y/N.”
You stand there staring into his eyes, shocked at his confession. Words are spilling out of Jean’s mouth, and you know if you don’t shut him up soon that he won’t stop. You wrap your arms around his neck, but he’s so lost in his confession that he doesn’t even notice.
“Jean,” you say, finally getting his attention on you. “Shut up.”
You pull his face down to yours, finally kissing his lips. Your stomach feels like someone has released butterflies again. This is the moment you’ve waited so long for, and you don’t plan on letting it slip away from you.
Jean deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You oblige, opening your mouth. As your tongues explore each other’s mouths, he pulls your body closer to his. His cock rubs against your already sensitive clit, making you moan into the kiss. You feel his grip tighten on your hips, keeping you place as he continues to slowly grind against you. Your hands make their way into his hair, slightly pulling at the strands. He moans into the kiss, and that’s when you start to lose your composure.
Jean slightly lifts you up so you’re sitting on the edge of your car. Immediately wrapping your legs around his hips, he pulls you even closer. His grinds his cock along your entire cunt, adding more friction to your clit. The friction makes you whimper, something Jean never thought he would hear. He slides one of his hands underneath your shirt, cupping your breast. As he lightly kneads it, your moans become completely uncontrollable, your body getting lost in the pleasure.
“Jean,” you moan his name. “Not here.”
He removes his hand from your shirt, bringing them both under your thighs.
“Up,” he demands.
You help pull yourself up as his hands move to your ass, picking you up with ease. Your legs tighten around his waist, causing more friction between your sensitive clit and his hard length. He makes his way through your apartment, never once breaking the heated kiss between you two. As soon as he leads you through your bedroom doorway, he slams the door shut with his foot. You gasp as he tosses you onto your bed as if you weigh nothing. He looms over you, taking in the sight of your body lying below him.
“Y/N,” he says quietly. “Are you sure you want to do this? ‘Cause if we do this, there’s no going back. You are mine.”
“Jean,” you respond quietly. “Please make me yours.”
Jean brings his lips down to yours, kissing you hungrily. Your hands roam his chest, feeling his muscles under your fingertips. As your hands make their way down his chest, they stop at the waist of his jeans. Your fingers find their way to the button on his jeans, unclasping them. You slowly start to shimmy them down his legs, his calves finishing the task. He breaks the kiss, and you whine at the loss of contact.
“It’s not very fair that I’m sitting here in my underwear, yet you’re still fully clothed Princess.”
He grabs the waistband of your sweatpants and tugs on them, signaling that he wants them off. You hurriedly grab them, pulling them off easily. Jean moves himself to the edge of your bed, grabbing your wrist to pull you over to him. You get off the bed and stand in front of him. He pulls you closer to him by your waist, putting one of his legs in between yours. His hands grip your waist roughly, moving your body down to sit on his thigh.
“Show me how good you can ride my thigh, baby.”
His hand makes its way under your shirt again, kneading your breast with his calloused palm. The feeling of his rough hands against your soft breast is already driving you crazy. He bounces his thigh causing a whimper to spill from your lips. You grab his shoulders for support as you slowly start moving yourself against him. You bring your lips to his, letting your moans fall into his mouth. He trails the kiss from your lips down to your neck. His lips search for your weak spot, earning a moan when they finally find it. You feel his cocky smile as he nibbles on it, making you moan loudly.
Feeling desperate for more, you rock your hips faster. The moans and whimpers spilling from your mouth are music to Jean’s ears. He moves his lips from your neck up to your jaw, placing soft kisses along it. His hand releases your breast, making its way up to your neck, applying light pressure to the sides. His other hand stays firmly on your hip, helping you keep your balance as you continue to grind onto him. Your hands grip tighter onto his shoulders, nail marks becoming apparent on his skin.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?” he asks in a gruff voice.
“Y-Yes,” you moan. “F-Feels so good.”
“You’re so good at riding daddy’s thigh,” he says lowly in your ear.
Your wetness is practically soaking Jean’s thigh, a sight he had dreamed about many times. Jean bounces his thigh lightly again, causing you to sharply take in a breath. The pleasure was starting to overwhelm you, and your orgasm was quickly approaching. Your rhythm starts to get sloppy, and Jean knew you were there.
“D-Daddy,” you whimper. “I’m c-close.”
“Be a good girl and come for me, baby.”
A wave of pleasure crashes over you as Jean releases your throat, grabbing your hips with both of his hands. He continues rocking your hips, helping you through your high. Once the your orgasm wears off, you lay your head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. Jean runs a hand through your hair.
“Such a good girl for me,” he says quietly in your ear. “But I’m far from being done with you, baby.”
“Jean, I’m so sensitive. I don’t know if I can handle anymore.”
Jean grabs your face gently with his hands, pulling you off his shoulder. His rough thumb rubs lightly along your cheek.
“Y/N, we’ve both waited too long for this,” he starts. “I’m going to make you cum as many times as I can until you’re screaming my name.”
Redness makes its way across your cheeks as you try to bury your face back into Jean’s shoulder. He stops you just in time, cupping your face in his hands.
“Don’t you ever hide your beautiful face from me.”
You nod your head lightly.
“That’s my good girl.”
You can feel yourself getting wet again from all the praises you were receiving from him. Jean presses his lips against yours, much softer this time than the rest. You wrap your arms around his neck as he places his hands on your ass. He stands up while holding you, turning around and placing you back down on the edge of the bed. You pull back and gave him a confused look.
“I wanna show you how good I can make you feel, princess.”
He lightly grabs the bottom edge of your tank top, pulling it up and over your head. Your breasts bounce as the fabric releases the hold on them, and you swear you see Jean drooling at the sight. His hands immediately take hold of each breast, lightly rubbing them in his palms. He leans forward and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. The sensation makes your head fall back, quiet moans falling from your mouth.
He lets go of your other breast, his hand working its way down to your core. It stops on your thigh, and you feel his thumb making small circles on it. You push your hips forward, trying to get him to touch where you want him most. Jean chuckles at the sight of you being so needy for him. He removes his mouth from your nipple, a small string of saliva in between.
“Look at my girl being so needy,” he says. “Tell me what you want princess.”
“Need your touch,” you whimper. “Please, Jean.”
Jean’s thumb makes contact with your clit, making you gasp as his thumb lightly draws circles on it. You try to quiet the moans that escape your lips, but the immense amount of pleasure is making it difficult to stay quiet. He slips your dark green lace thong to the side. One of his fingers lightly runs up your wet pussy, making you arch your back.
“So wet for me, baby,” Jean whispers in your ear.
He continues to rub your clit as his finger runs up and down the folds of your dripping cunt, every pass making you ache for more.
“Jean, please,” you moan out.
“Anything for you, princess,” he says, slipping a finger into your wet pussy.
You whimper at the feeling, trying to keep your moans quiet still. Jean pulls his hand away from your core, making you whine at the loss of contact. You pull him down into a heated kiss as you feel him sliding your thong off you. He lays you on the bed as his hand finds your pussy again, easily slipping his finger back into you. You become a whining mess underneath Jean as he breaks the kiss. His lips make their way down to your core, kissing every inch of you along the way.
His lips make their way to your inner thigh, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin. He stops moving his finger, letting it rest inside you. You try to buck your hips, but his arm laid across you prevents any movement from happening. As you let out a whine in frustration, Jean brings his mouth to your clit, letting his warm breath fan over it.
“Y/N,” he says. “Don’t hold back your moans, baby. I wanna hear you scream my name.”
He places his mouth on your swollen clit as he begins to move his finger again. His tongue flicks it, causing a loud moan to fall from your lips.
“Oh my god, Jean!”
Jean smirks as his tongue continues to lick circles on your clit. Your hands reach down to his hair, pulling at his strands, earning a moan from him. The sensation of his finger and his tongue licking your clit is enough to form another knot in the pit of your stomach. Your hips try to match the movement of his finger, trying to get yourself closer to a release. Jean slips a second finger in, earning an even louder moan from you than before.
“Don’t stop Jean,” you breathe out in between moans.
You don’t know what comes over you as you push his face deeper onto you.
“If you want more babygirl, all you have to do is ask.”
“Want, more, Jean,” you moan out.
Jean flattens his tongue against your clit, curling his fingers inside you to hit your sweet spot. The sensation has you practically shaking underneath him. You push yourself harder onto his tongue, desperate for the friction to help you get closer to your release.
“Don’t, stop, please.”
He adds a third finger, making you lose you composure completely. The rhythm your hips created was completely lost. Pleasure takes over you as your orgasm rips through you. Jean continues his pace licking and fingering you, helping you ride out your high. Once he notices your breathing start to go back to normal, he slips his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss of them, but he replaces the feeling when he slides his tongue up your pussy, cleaning up your mess.
“Jean,” you loudly moan out. “Too sensitive, please –“
“Just cleaning up your mess, babygirl,” he says with a smug grin on his face.
You feel heat immediately rush to your cheeks, your hands reaching up to try and hide it. Jean leans over you, pulling your hands down.
“Don’t make me tell you again, Y/N,” he says, staring down into your eyes. “Don’t hide your face from me.”
Nodding your head obediently, you can’t help but stare into his eyes. You can see the lust in them practically begging you for more. Your hands seem to take control of themselves, moving to the waistband of his underwear. As you slowly pull them down his legs, he bends down and kisses you. The moment his underwear hit the floor, Jean spreads your legs slowly, putting himself in between them.
He stops the kiss to look down at your entrance. Grabbing his cock, he slides the tip slowly through your folds, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You whimper as he continues to edge you, driving you crazy.
“You sure about this, Y/N?” Jean asks in a sincere tone.
“Yes, Jean,” you whine. “Please, fuck me.”
Jean brings his lips to yours again, capturing them in a passionate kiss. He lines his length up with you, and slowly pushes himself in. You both moan loudly into the kiss as he bottoms out inside of you. He breaks the kiss to look at you, waiting for your confirmation on when he can start moving. After a few seconds, you nod your head as you bring his lips back down to yours.
He starts out slow, letting his cock slide out just enough for only the tip to be left inside. It takes everything in him to not completely hammer into you, but he wanted to make this special. Your hands grab onto the sheets, gripping them tightly in your fists as he slowly thrust into you.
“Daddy, please,” you moaned. “Faster, please.”
Jean happily picks up the pace, grunting every time his cock fills you. His grunts and moans get louder as he starts kissing down your neck. He finds your sweet spot, letting his teeth nibble on it. Letting go of the sheets, you wrap your arms around his back. You can’t help as your nails scratch down his back, leaving marks that he would most definitely feel later on.
Your moans get louder as you feel the knot build in your stomach again.
“Jean,” you loudly moan. “G-Gonna cum!”
“Not yet, princess,” he moans back.
His hands gripped your hips firmly as he flips you onto your back, his cock not leaving your dripping pussy once. Your eyes go wide as he handles you like you weigh absolutely nothing.
“Ride me, Y/N.”
You do as he commands, placing your hands on his chest as you move yourself up and down on him. Jean brings one hand down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles on it. You throw your head back moaning in pleasure as he brings his other hand up to your neck, squeezing the sides rougher than the last time. You clench your walls around him, making him moan louder than he has.
“Fuck, Y/N!” Jean says loudly through breaths and moans. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you taking daddy’s cock so well.”
The praise itself is almost enough to send you over the edge, but you hold yourself back. Jean lets go of your throat, bringing both of his hands to your hips. He grips you tightly as he begins to slam into you fervently, his pace much quicker than what you were doing by yourself. You put one of your hands on your clit, rubbing it vigorously as you felt your orgasm approaching fast.
“My baby likes that, doesn’t she?” he asks roughly.
You try to nod your head, but the pleasure is too much.
“Jean!” you yell. “G-Gonna –“
“Cum for me, princess.” Jean moans loudly.
Your third orgasm crashes over you as Jean continues to thrust wildly into you. You keep your hands firmly on his chest, trying to keep yourself steady as he helps you through it. Your pussy grips onto his cock like a vice as he fucks deeper into you. His brows furrow together, and you can tell he’s getting close.
“Please cum in me, daddy,” you lean down and moan into his ear.
“A-Are you sur-“
“I’m on the pill, Jean.”
“Oh fuck yes!” he moans out loudly.
Jean grips you harder as his thrusts start to lose rhythm. The praises you moan out to him are working.
“Ah, daddy! Don’t stop!” you yell out, your fourth orgasm approaching. “Feels so good! Your cock, fills me up, so good daddy!”
“C’mon baby,” Jean says loudly. “Show daddy how good you feel.”
Your sweet moans echo through his ears as you come undone on his cock, feeling his cum fill your cunt at the same time. You fall onto Jean’s chest, too exhausted to hold your body up any longer. He slowly takes himself out of you, the mess spilling onto the sheets below. You stay laying on his chest as he wraps his arms around your back. The sound of yours and his heavy breathing fills the room.
“That was –“
“I fucking love you,” you say quietly.
Realizing you said that out loud, you nervously burrow your face into Jean’s neck. He chuckles quietly as he brings a hand up and runs it through your hair.
“I fucking love you too, Y/N,” he says. “Always have.”
You lift your head up slightly, just enough so you can see his face. He looks down at you with nothing but love and adoration on his face.
“Really?” you ask, tears brimming your eyes.
He moves a piece of hair out of your face gently.
“Of course, baby,” he says, kissing your nose. “Will you please be mine?”
You pull him into a deep kiss. Your wildest dreams are coming true right in front of you. Who knew your one day off would become the best day of your life?
“Absofuckinglutely.”