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You open your eyes, vision blurred and tears spilling down your cheeks. Your limbs feel heavy, and moving is impossible. You try to recall your dream, but your mind is a jumbled mess of horses, teeth, and the sound of laughter. Eventually, you're able to make out your closet doors, and your vision slowly unblurs to reveal your empty room.
‘Fuck, I feel like I’m having a heart attack.’ You think to yourself.
You bring a hand to your face to rub the sleepiness away from your eyes while your other hand habitually grabs the Dateviator glasses on your nightstand. You slowly trudge out of bed towards your attached bathroom and head towards the sink.
Twisting the cold faucet knob, you stare at your disheveled appearance in the large mirror, noticing dark circles underneath your eyes. You take some water and dampen your face, hoping to rub away the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Turning off the water, you lean back on the sink and stare at the ceiling, still feeling drowsy. Your legs start to wobble, and you steady yourself on the counter.
You slowly make your way to the toilet and plop yourself down on the lid, hands on your knees, gripping tightly.
You wiggle yourself on the lid, trying your best to get comfortable, your mind still a mess, and your heart beating fast. Your head hangs down low, and you stare at the patterned tiles.
“Ugh, my fucking head..” You bring your hand up to rub your temples and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to envelop yourself further in the darkness of the room.
Your left hand grabs blindly at the counter in search of your Dateviators. You feel the glasses and perch them atop your head, sighing a breath of relief.
You adjust yourself again on the lid, spreading your legs further apart and stretching your body up to relieve some stress. You groan a little when you feel the stretch of your arms and torso, but suddenly feel a slight tickle in your nose. You try to rub it away but that makes it worse and you start to feel your nose tingle.
“ACHHOO!” A great sneeze escapes you, and your Dateviators fall from their position on your head to the bridge of your nose, fitting perfectly on your face. You open your eyes and focus on the toilet lid without thinking.
Suddenly, you feel your support tremble beneath you, and you drop quick and hard to the cold floor. Your knees bang against the tile, your eyes squeeze shut, and you hiss in pain, hunching over on all fours.
The pain dulls, and you kneel back on your legs, opening your eyes to meet two blue ones staring right back up at you. Your senses heighten, and you flinch hard, a hand swinging back to support your fall but instead landing on a warm torso.
Jean Loo’s wide-eyed face stares up at you from between your thighs, getting redder every moment you both sustain eye contact. Neither of you speaks or moves until your brain clicks and registers that you are, in fact, sitting on Jean Loo’s face.
You give a loud shriek and you try to scoot back, grinding your hips down his chin and stopping at his chest. His eyes don't follow yours and instead just stare at the ceiling, at a loss for words (for once).
“JEAN! I am so so sorry, I thought you were asleep, I didn’t mean to wake you, are you okay?” You wave your hands frantically and lift your body weight off his chest and kneel above him.
His hands shoot up and grab your thighs tightly, pulling you back down onto his chest. You yelp in surprise and fall forward, caging him in with your arms beside his head, making eye contact with his now-annoyed-looking face.
“You come in here, wake up Jean Loo by plopping on his lid, then rudely send us both crashing down to the cold, hard tile?! Pour qui tu te prends !” Jean Loo grits his teeth and stares up at you, his blushing face betraying his hateful words.
You’re taken aback by the proximity of his face and say nothing back, focusing on his eyes, which trail down your body, landing on your exposed thighs. His lips quiver and his grip gets tighter, pulling your body closer to his.
“Agh Jean, what are you doing? You know I didn’t-” Jean Loo’s hands slide upwards and underneath your shirt, resting on your hips. You’re shocked into silence and watch as he brings his head up, getting dangerously close to your aching core.
“This human thinks she can get away just by saying sorry? These words of remorse mean nothing to Lil’ Crapper.” He slides up and leans his head on your thigh, his wild blue hair pricking your warm skin, sending chills up and down your body. “She should be punished, no?” He looks up at you, his big blue eyes shining with desperation and lust.
You feel your heart jump, and you know you won’t be able to resist him. You both had just become lovers a week ago, and while you both occasionally fooled around, this was new territory.
Usually, he was the one on top and in control, and to see him below you, silently begging for your approval, it gave you an exhilarating rush.
You took his hands gently in yours, pinning them above his head and slowly sliding down his torso. He watched in amusement, groaning when your hips met his.
One hand kept a grip on his hands while the other moved down to pull your skimpy sleep shorts off. You released his hands to slide them off more easily, and he stayed in that position, watching your every move with a smirk.
You tossed the shorts to the side and trailed your hands over his bare torso, enjoying the sounds that escaped his throat. You leaned down and hovered over his lips, your body pressed against his, his hands coming back down to hold your waist gently.
“Mon ange, this teasing is not good for Jean Loo’s pressure valve.” He gazes at you, his shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. You scoff and run a hand through his hair, which was surprisingly soft.
Leaning down, you press your lips to his in a soft kiss, which he returns eagerly. You felt your body relax, and all the anxiety you had washed away in Jean Loo’s gentle grip.
You felt his tongue swiping at your bottom lip, begging for access, and you granted it to him, kissing him deeper and tugging on his hair.
You felt him moan in your mouth, and his left hand raised to the back of your head to hold you in place. The sounds of your lips smacking and soft moaning filled the small bathroom, but neither of you cared, both lost in each other.
He broke the kiss first and pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips following between.
“Ma chérie, Jean Loo’s desires grow. He is burning hot like the sun in the unforgiving Sahara desert..” He gives your ass a small slap and grips it with both hands, kneading it in small circles.
You feel arousal burning in the pit of your stomach, and you press kisses all over his face and neck, nibbling on his upper shoulder.
“Go ahead, I’m all yours.” He needed no further approval, and he pushed your hips up and guided you forward until they were parallel with his face once more.
You felt his warm breath on your center, and you arched your back in anticipation. He reached up and pulled your panties to the side, admiring you with such a hungry gaze that it made you feel a bit dizzy.
He wasted no time bringing his mouth up and licking a long stripe up your center. Your breath hitched, and you tensed up, feeling the pleasure run through your body.
He latched on and started eating you out like it was his last meal. His tongue pushed between your folds, and he massaged it up and down. His hands wandered around your hips and thighs, squeezing the softest parts to hear you squeak out in pleasure.
You felt yourself get light-headed at the intense sensation and reach your hand down to grip his hair. Your hips moved in time with his tongue, which was eagerly exploring your pussy. He unlatched his mouth and brought his fingers to your hole, poking it gently.
You winced and leaned back where you could view exactly what he was doing. He rubbed your cunt a few times before slowly pushing two fingers inside. You bit your lip and let out a shaky exhale, the tingle of the unfamiliar sensation traveling through you.
He pumped his fingers in slowly, but got faster as he heard your soft whimpers escape while you squirmed on top of him.
His mouth found its way to your clit again, and he swirled his tongue all over your most sensitive parts.
You felt euphoric, all anxious thoughts and visions of terrors floated away, your only focus on the mind blowing pleasure of Jean Loo’s cunnilingus skills.
A mix of saliva and your ejaculation dribbled down Jean Loo’s chin, but he didn’t seem to care, focusing only on you. You felt yourself reaching your peak, and you started to grind your hips on his fingers.
“Fuck, it feels–” You moaned loudly and grinded faster. “Feels so good, so so fucking good, nngh.” He perked up at your praise and he felt a rush of arousal go straight to his cock, which was starting to bulge uncomfortably in his pants.
He increases the speed of his tongue flicks, and you feel your pleasure increase, until you eventually shake from the intense heat of your climax.
“F-Fuck, ah, fuck Jean..” You call out his name as you ride out your orgasm, his sweet moans echoing throughout the bathroom.
He looked up at you with adoration in his eyes, watching your face as you came down from the high of your climax. He slowly pulled his fingers out and made sure your eyes were on him as he popped them in his mouth and started to suck on them.
You were panting softly, your empty hole missing his warmth. You moved slowly as you felt your legs trembling and knelt down beside Jean Loo.
He reached his free hand towards your face and turned it to face towards him, pulling his fingers out of his mouth. He pointed them towards you.
“It’s your turn, ma chérie, open up.” You obeyed and he placed his fingers on your tongue, pressing down on it.
“Good, good.” You clamped down your mouth and sucked, tasting yourself on his fingers. He pushed down your tongue again, and your mouth lolled open, awaiting his next move. He leaned up and kissed you hard, replacing his fingers with his tongue.
After a few moments, you both pulled away, blushing and panting from the exhilaration of it all. He looked frazzled, his jacket loose off his shoulders, and his hair was even messier than normal.
While he was distracted, you pulled out your phone and opened the camera app. He looked back up at you and caught you pointing the camera at him.
Normally, he would’ve been mildly annoyed and would try to push it away, but he felt so entranced that the sight of the lens didn’t bother him at all.
With a flushed expression and some drool still dribbling down his chin, he raised his two saliva-coated fingers in a peace sign and attempted a weak smile.
You giggled and flashed a photo, saving it in a secret folder that was for your eyes only. You put your phone down and dropped your head onto his shoulder, enjoying his warmth and the blissful silence between the two of you.
He kissed the top of your head and held you close to his chest, both watching as the morning sun started to peak through the curtains.