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Summary: Jean buys a naughty Christmas gift thatโs perfect for his naughty girl
word count: 3.8k
cw: vaginal penetration, oral sex, sex toys, pet names, edging, multiple orgasms, nipple play, teasing
Itโs Christmas Eve, the night before your favourite holiday of the year. The magical holiday thatโs spent with family and friends. Sharing laughter and spreading joy, getting to decorate the house and especially the tree. Eating delicious food and, of course, receiving gifts. The warm and cozy feeling of being in a warm home with holiday music playing and Christmas lights being lit around the house.
You couldnโt wait for this special day to be spent with your family and your special someone.
You love Christmas so much that you would often find yourself disturbing him to help you put decorations around the house in areas that were too high for your own reach. He would never find himself having an annoyance because he loves you so much. He knew how much his wife loves Christmas.
He adores watching you decorate the tree on the first day of December. Santa Baby playing in the background as you walk around the tree putting ornaments on the branches to hang, and once it is the final step, you ask him to give you a boost to add the star at the top of the tree.
Heโs never seen a person more enthusiastic about a holiday than you; thatโs why he loves you. ย
The floor of your home was decorated with Christmas wrapping paper.
Jean's hand entangled in yours, his thumb tracing soft circles on your skin. A warm embrace passed between you, the silent acknowledgement of joy settling in your living room. You leaned into him, and he leaned into you, burying your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.
You returned the favour, fingers tangling into his soft hair at his nape. This was your Christmas ritual, a moment of shared love before the day actually started to roll out.
"Ok, let's clean this up," you murmured against his skin.
He pulled back, a glint of urgency in his eyes. "I have one more gift for you." He disappeared upstairs, leaving you bewildered.
You began cleaning ribbons and sheets of wrapping paper, thinking of what he could possibly have forgotten.
He returned with a red gift bag, red tissue paper spilling from the top. He extended his arm, handing it to you. Your gaze flickered between his eyes and the bag. Nervousness was clear on his face. His usual confident posture seemed to falter, his eyes wide and full of uncertainty.
"What's this?", you question the surprisingly heavy package, which oddly had a weight for such a medium bag.
"Oh, uhm, just... something extra." His voice was a little rougher and more timid than usual.
Your fingers pulled out the tissue and then a card; opening it, you read "A naughty gift for an oh so naughty girl."
Confusion springs within you. Naughty? You glance up at him. His cheeks were a slight shade of red. His hand was rubbing at the back of his neck. He watched you; every part of his body was bracing for impact.
His eyes once which were so directed at watching you, were now darting away; he couldn't even hold your gaze with you for more than a second.
You unwrapped the red paper. Your fingers are brushing against fabric. You fully unwrap the fabric from its hiding. It was a chic lingerie, lace and satin, so delicate, bold, and red it seemed. The material was entirely transparent, a design that was made of it to reveal rather than to conceal. A soft gasp slipped from your lips.
Jean's weight shifts from one foot to another, his gaze now so focused on the different patterns on the rug. His hand rubbed more at his neck, giving it a deep reddened colour, a habit he only indulged in when he was very anxious.
You lifted the lingerie. The statement was bold, so provocative, unlike anything you've owned.
You look at him, your mind starting to form questions, before you could voice it, your fingers brushed against a package hiding in the tissue. This was different, heavier, a box that was sleek, minimal design.
You opened it, inside lay a purple vibrator, smooth and shiny, its head curved enticingly, and a set of gleaming pink clamps meant for your nipples.
Your eyes widened. The confusion on your face was obvious. You looked from the toys to the lingerie, and then back at Jean. You had nothing to say; your mind was looking for questions and possible solutions to this gift. The silence was turning thick and heavy, so uncomfortable, the only sound that filled it was the sound of the humming of the fridge that was so far, but sounded like it was right in front of you.
He finally broke the silence, his voice now so swift, so torrential like a rush. "I can return them if you want. The tags are still one, I promise. I can just... take them back. I just thought... well, when I saw them, I thought of you, I thought maybe... but only if you don't, I completely understand. I don't want to pressure you into doing anything you don't want. Really, I don't. I'm sorry... I can return them. His gaze was still focused on the floor, still unable to meet your stare. His words were just a mess of nerves and concern; his anxiety reached its high.
You got up from the couch, hand reaching to find his arm. His muscles tense under your touch. Your touch was a reassurance. "Jean."
He slowly looked at you, his eyes wide with worry. "I never said no."
A flicker of surprise, then hope, spread across his face. "You're not?" His voice was barely above a whisper.
You smile, a sly smile peering on your lips. "No, I'm not saying no." You picked up the sheer red lingerie. "This is... a lot. But it's also really intriguing." You looked at the box of toys. "And these... they definitely make a statement." You met his gaze, a playful glint in your eyes. "You're full of surprises, aren't you, Mr. Kirstein?"
Relief washes over his face. "I just wanted to try something new. Something that you might like."
"And you think I'm a naughty girl?" you teased.
His blush deepened, "Oh, I know you are." His eyes held your gaze now, and a spark of confidence returned.
"This gift definitely requires some contemplation." You put the objects back in their bag. "But I'm interested. Very interested."
His hand reaches for yours. "Whenever you're ready, I'll be ready too.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur, cleaning the gift wrapping and preparing for Christmas dinner at your parents' house. Such an unexpected gift remained a shared secret between you and Jean. You caught his eye across the driveway as you placed dishes in the car, and a knowing smile passed between you.
The aroma of turkey and sugar cookies filled your parents' home, a comforting scent. Laughter and chatter filled the rooms as more family members arrived.
You moved through the crowd, exchanging hugs and greetings, but your awareness of Jean always stayed present. You watched as he stood by the fireplace talking to one of your family friends. You found yourself having a strong pull to him that couldn't be ignored. As you passed, you let your hand linger on his arm, finger brushing against the fabric of his sweater.
He tensed almost unnoticeably, his voice slightly faltering for a split second before resuming. His head turned to follow you. You offered him an innocent smile, then continued on.
Later, during dinner, you sat opposite him at the long table. Silverware clinked, the sound of chatter, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air. You watched him as he spoke to another person sitting close to him, his profile illuminated by the glow of the candle. Your foot found his beneath the tablecloth. You nudged his ankle gently, a light touch.
He paused mid-sentence, a forkful of food hovering near his mouth. He glanced down, then back up at you. You only smile, a smile of mischief. You rubbed your foot slowly up his calf, and a shiver ran through him, a subtle tremble you could even feel from across the table. He cleared his throat, momentarily losing his focus. Your father continues speaking, oblivious to the silent communication unfolding beneath the table.
You continued your strut, your foot tracing patterns on his leg, moving higher, brushing his inner thigh. You felt his leg clench, an action not contained. When he spoke again, his voice was a little deeper, a little rougher. He shifted in his seat, adjusting his posture and trying to regain control. You leaned back, a glint in your eyes. He was definitely getting the message.
Throughout the rest of the evening, you continue your "innocent" provocations. You'd brush against him in the hallways, your hips grazing his as you passed. You'd lean in close when speaking to him, your breath warm against his ear, letting your chest press lightly against his arm. Every time you watch and feel his reaction, the sharp intake of breath, the sudden stiffness, the tremor in his hand. The simmering tension between you was becoming stronger and stronger as the night went on. You loved it, the unspoken secret becoming more understandable.
The evening slowly came to an end. Goodbyes were exchanged with your family.
The drive home was quiet, filled with the low volume of the radio playing Christmas carols. You glanced at Jean. His knuckles were white, gripping the steering wheel. His eyes kept straight on the road, but you could feel the alchemizing heat of desire radiating off of him.
As he pulled into the driveway, the house dark and silent, you felt excitement; the moment you had been building towards all evening had finally come.
He turned off the car, but neither of you moved. The silence in the car was thick with unspoken longing.
"Ready to come inside, naughty girl?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his eyes finally meeting yours. The teasing glint was back, but now it was laced with pure hunger, so raw.
You nodded, a breathless sound escaping your lips. "More than ready."
You practically ran to the front door, fumbling with the lock. Once inside, you didn't bother turning on the lights bother turning on the lights the dim glow of blue essence of the sky and snow falling filtered through the window was enough.
You didn't even get the chance to take off your coat. He had you pinned to the wall near the entrance. Your heart is pounding hard against your chest. His hands cupping your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbones.
His gaze was intense, burning desire, that now mirrored your own
"You've been teasing me all night," he murmured, his voice husky with plea. "Do you know what you've done to me?"
"I have an idea," you whispered, your fingers pulling the coat off his back. Fingers tangling in his hair, your lips locked with his. The kiss was desperate, claiming, tongue plunged into your mouth, tangling with yours. ย
"Gosh, you're insatiable," he breathed, his voice ragged against your lips.
You pulled back, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "You haven't seen anything yet."
You walked to the kitchen island, reaching for the bag. You pulled out the red lingerie, letting the sheer fabric shimmer in the dim light.
His eyes widened as he followed your movement. "Oh," he said, a low, appreciative sound. "You're really going to wear it?"
"Of course," you purred, already shedding your dress. It fell to your feet, a soft puddle of fabric. You stood before him in your simple bra and panties, your body trembling as you shed your underwear too.
You picked up the delicate red lace, letting it caress your skin as you slipped it on. The sheer fabric was cool against your heated skin, a second skin that revealed everything. It clung to your curves, highlighting the swell of your breasts, the gentle curve of your hips, the smoothness of your legs.
You turned to face him, a slow, confident turn. "Well?" you asked, your voice laced with a challenge.
He stood frozen, his eyes devouring every bit of your body. "You're breathtaking," he finally managed, his voice thick with desire. He took a closer step, then another, until he stood in front of you.
His hands reached out, tracing the delicate lace over your skin, his fingers brushing against your nipples, which had already hardened into taut peaks.
A shiver ran through you, the unwavering wave of pleasure. You leaned into his touch, letting your head fall back slightly. "And these?" you asked, gesturing to the box of toys you placed on a nearby chair.
His gaze flickered to the box, then back to your eyes. "Are you ready for them?" he asked.
"Born ready," your voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in, ย pressing a kiss into your skin, tasting the subtle sweetness, the warmth of you.
A soft moan slipped from your lips, tilting your head back slightly, giving him better access. His tongue flicked out, licking your neck, then sucking gently into his mouth.
His head raised to your lips, kissing you with hunger, tongues having a sensual dance of dominance and surrender. You met his fever with equal intensity, your hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer. You tasted him, the lingering spice of the holiday meal, and the equal taste of his arousal.
His lips moved over yours, sucking, nipping, devouring. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of the lingerie, feeling the heat of your skin beneath the sheer fabric.
He cupped your ass, lifting you slightly, pressing your pelvis against his. You felt the hard ridge of his erection through his trousers, a throbbing indication of his desire.
He broke the kiss, his breath ragged gasps. "Let's go to the bedroom," he muttered, his eyes full of fury. He picked you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. You clung to him, face buried in his neck, inhaling his scent.
He grabbed the box of toys and carried you to the bedroom, the moonlight streaming through the window, casting a sliver glow on the sheets.
He lowered you onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.
He shed his remaining clothes quickly, his movements urgent. His dick sprang free, thick and hard, twitching aggressively from his pelvis. Tip glistening with a pearl of pre cum. You watched him, a thrill coursing through you.
He knelt beside the bed, his eyes fixed on you. "Which one first?" he asked, his voice low and seductive, gesturing to the box of toys he brought with him.
You reached for the purple vibrator, its smooth surface cool against your fingertips. "This one," you said, a playful tone in your voice. You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with desire. "But you're going to use it on me."
A slow smile spread across his face. "As you wish, my naughty girl."
He took the vibrator from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you. He leaned over you, his body hovering above yours, the scent of him enveloping you.
He kissed you again, a deep, lingering ย kiss that left you breathless.
Then, he moved lower, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent communication passing between you. He found the delicate lace of your panties, pulling it down your legs, exposing the wet folds of your pussy.
He held the vibrator over your clit, letting the buzz of the toy tease your senses.
He pressed it down, a gentle pressure that sent a quiver through you. The vibration speed, engulfing your clit had you tremble down your spine. You moaned, a throaty sound that sounded like silk that even surprised yourself.
He watched as your face contorted into pure pleasure, his eyes dark with lust as he moved the vibrator in small circles, then up and down, varying the pressure, finding the spots that made you gasp and writhe, eyes gauging your reaction. ย
Your legs parted wider, inviting him deeper. Your pussy is already slick with arousal. He stroked your clit with the vibrator, a rhythmic, insistent pressure that built slowly, teasingly, tenderly.
You felt the tension coiling in your core fast, tightening with each stroke. Your fingers dig into the sheets, your breath becoming ragged.
"Oh, f-f-fuck," you whimpered, your voice thick with pleasure. Your hips bucked for more, begging for release. "Don't stop."
He smiled, increasing the intensity of the vibrator. He moved it to your inner lip, then back to your clit, teasing, tormenting, driving you to the edge. Your back arched, lifting from the bed, a desperate plea of spring coiling then release.
He watched you, his eyes burning with satisfaction and desire. He moved the vibrator lower, into the folds of your pussy, letting it dance over your engorged lips. The sensation was overwhelming, such a delicious torture for him. You cried out, hips bucking against his hand.
Just as you felt your orgasm building up, he pulled the vibrator away, leaving your body quivering.
"Not yet, naughty girl," he whispered, his voice a playful tease. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out, tracing the outline of your clit.
The sudden heat from his tongue from the vibrator sent a jolt through you. He sucked your clit in his mouth. His tongue lapping around it, mimicking the motion of the vibrator.
You cried out again, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His mouth was so warm, a wet heaven, delving his tongue in, so precise, so skilled. He sucked and licked, his lips making soft squelching sounds against your wet pussy.
You felt your pussy clench around his tongue, desperate for release.
His tongue continues his assault, his tongue delving deeper, tasting your salty arousal. You could feel the pressure building fast, the warm feeling in your belly. Your legs wrapped around his head, pulling him even closer, urging him to continue and not dare pull away.
"Jean, please," you begged, your voice laced with raw need. "I'm gonna... ngh.. oh, god."
He pulled back just as you felt your first wave of orgasms crash over you. You cried out, a pleasing sound, your hips jerking as your first crashed over you. Your pussy clenched, releasing a warm liquid. The contractions rippled through you, an intense pleasure. You lay there, panting, your body trembling.
"Was that good, my bad girl?" he whispered in your ear.
You nodded, unable to speak, still caught with the aftershock of your orgasm.
He retrieved the pink clamps from the box. You watched him, your eyes wide with excitement as he pulled your bra down to each cup to the side, then a dull ache spread through your breasts. You slightly gasped, body tensing.
"Too much?" he asked, voice laced with concern.
You shook your head. "No. Keep going."
He attached the second clamp to your other nipple, the sensation mirroring the first, then you felt them vibrate. 'Ah." They pulsed gently, tugging at your sensitive flesh, making your nipples grow ever harder.
Jean looked at you with a smile, hands holding your waist. "Now," he purred, his voice a low growl, "it's time for my pleasure." He moved his pelvic between your legs, his hard dick pressing against your pussy, teasing your folds, smearing your arousal on his tip. You gasped, your body craving him.
He positioned himself, tip nudging your folds. He entered slowly, deliberately, a deep groan escaping his lips, and his tip breached your wet entrance.
You felt the stretch, the delicious invasion. He pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling you completely. Your pussy stretched around him, warm and tight, molding to his impressive size.
He paused, letting you adjust to his size, letting the sensation of being completely filled sink in. You could feel the veiny texture of his shaft against your walls, the pressure of his balls resting against your ass.
He began to move, a slow, deliberate thrust, pulling out entirely, then pushing back in.
"Jean," your moan breathes. The clamps pulsed faster with each thrust, adding another layer of exquisite sensation. He picked up the pace, thrust becoming more powerful, more insistent.
His hips slammed against yours, such a rhythmic pace. The bed creaked beneath you, making wet, squelching sounds with every movement. You could feel the air being pushed out of your pussy with each withdrawal, then sucked back in as he plunged.
Your body arched, desperate for more. You wrapped your legs around his hips, fingers gripping his back, urging him to go deeper. He leaned down, his mouth finding your neck, biting gently, leaving a trail of love bites.
"You feel so good, baby," he groaned, his voice raw with lust. "So tight. So wet."
He continued to thrust, his pace relentless, driving you closer and closer to another orgasm. The clamps on your nipples tugged and vibrated, sending jolts of pleasure through you with each powerful stroke.
His hands moved to the back of your legs, holding to your stomach. You could feel the pressure building again, ย familiar heat spreading through your core.
He leaned back slightly, pulling out almost completely, then plunging back in with a powerful grunt. Your body quaked, your pussy clenching around his dick, milking him. Another orgasm rippled through you, a volcanic eruption of pleasure. You cried out, your head thrashing on the pillow, your body trembling violently.
He continued to thrust, even as your orgasm subsided, riding out tremors, feeding off your pleasure. He began to whimper, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body tensing.
He pulled out slightly, then slammed back in, hitting your cervix with a deep, satisfying thud. You gasped, then sensation, both pain and incredibly pleasurable.
He groaned, a long, drown out sound. He emptied himself inside you, feeling the warm load leak into your velvety walls. He collapsed onto you, his body heavy and spent, his breath ragged. His dick is still buried deep inside you, still pulsing, still hard.
You lie there, bodies slick with sweat, your heart pounding in unison. The clamps on your nipples still pulsed, a subtle reminder of the night's naughtiness.
After a few moments, he lifted his head, eyes still dark with passion, meeting yours. He smiled, a tender smile that melted your heart. "Merry Christmas, my naughty girl," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
You smiled back, Merry Christmas, Santa.
He reached up, gently removing the clamps from your nipples. The sudden release of pressure was a sweet relief. He kissed each nipple, then moved higher, then lower, kissing your lips, your neck, your breast. He pulled out of you completely and rolled onto his side, pulling you against him. You snuggled against him, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
The night outside was still, the only sound the heat creaking throughout the house and the soft rustling of the sheets. You close your eyes, a deep sensation of satisfaction settling over you. ย
my special christmas gift to you, naughty smut readers
a/n: Who doesnโt love a man whoโs an absolute eater. If he sees that you're stressed, he knows giving your pretty pussy attention will help it disappear.
Cw: Female oral sex
โYou've been at this for hours, at least let me help you unwindโ, he murmured. His lips left soft kisses on your stomach as he continued to mumble sweet praises.
You look down at him as he is on his knees in front of you. Eyes pleading and full hunger, just to get a taste of your sweet pussy and relieve you of the stress that has been roaming in your mind for the entire day.
The warmth of his hands held onto your legs, his breath nearly ghosting over your clothed pussy. You feel a pool of arousal at your core, pulsing around nothing. His thumb circling your inner thigh didn't help with the thoughts of lying in bed and drifting to sleep.
You closed your eyes, a wave of exhaustion washing over you. The battle between duty and desire surged through your mind consistently now. โYou're one of the most intelligent minds I know, but even the most brilliant need little distractions."
Fuck he looked so hot when he begged, especially when he was begging to please you.
You bite down on your lip. How could he get you turned on so fast?
โI really can't, I promised I'll have it done by tomorrow and send it over to her. You already know how she reacted last time when I didn't email it to her when she wanted it to be finished."
โYour boss can wait, but my love, however, cannotโ.
โJust for a while. A quick break. You deserve it, loveโ. His hands stroll higher up your body, brushing the sides of your breast. A light gentle had your breath already become ragged.
A small moan escapes from your lips. A sound of surrender that you hadn't intended to make. You've admitted defeat in the face of his persistence. The report, the deadline, your boss, they all have been replaced with the overwhelming need for his tender touch.
His fingers continue their sensual exploring, tracing your curves, then moving to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Your thighs twitch when his fingers inch closer to your aching core.
"Alright", you breathe in defeat. "A small breakโฆ wouldn't hurt."
His eyes are dark, filled with want, the desire to give you pleasure. His gaze never leaves yours. That sly smile spread across his face, a flash of joy and pure delight making your heart skip a beat.
His fingers slip under the hem of your leggings. His touch is warm and delicate against your bare skin. You instinctively lift your hips, allowing him to ease the leggings past your thighs, down to your knees.
โSee, you need this, look how desperate you are,โ he murmured, his voice thick with want.
He paused his movements, eyes locking on yours, a silent question passing between you. Your gaze met his, giving him a slight nod, giving your consent, and evoking a sense of eager anticipation.
He hooked his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, pulling down the fabric down slowly, teasingly, revealing the overly aroused pussy of yours. The cooling air of the room made you shiver; the air seemed to thicken, being filled with unspoken intimacy.
You were bare, waist down, sitting in your desk chair. Excitement surged through your veins. Your pussy throbbing is a silent plea for his touch.
He leaned his face forward, so close to your aching core, breath masking your damp folds. He spreads your legs a little wider, eyes scanning your wetness,
"You're so wet for me," he hummed. "Just how I like it."
His tongue moved delicately, not rushing; he wanted to savour the moment, each reaction from his touch, each sound that snuck past your lips, your intoxicating scent. He wanted to savour it all. Especially having you melt in his touch.
His tongue was warm and soft, tracing the folds of your slit. Your hands reached for his hair, slightly gripping it, a slight plea for more contact.
He obliged his tongue, flicking your clit. You felt the electric shock shoot through you. You breath hitched, a long, drawn-out soft moan slipped past your lips. "Oh, fuckโฆ"
He sucked gently on your clit, lips soft and wet, continuously sucking on the bud. The sensation was pure, pleasure spiralling within you. Your hands bury themselves deeper into his thick hair, pulling him closer.
His tongue worked overtime, circling, flicking, teasing, every movement stroking nothing but pure ecstasy from your body.
You squirm in your chair, the luscious friction rising with every movement of his tongue. The sound of his soft slurps as he drew on your clit, filling your ears.
Your pussy felt throbbing ache, demanding release. His lips pulled away from your slit. "Does the feel good baby?" his voice ragged and rough with arousal.
You could only nod; any words would just come out in murmurs of whispers. Your mind was overconsumed with overwhelming simulation of amusement of arousal.
His tongue traced a long, slow, teasing stroke, stroking your clit, sending shivers down your spine. Then he began sucking on your clit again, lips forming a tighter seal around it. His tongue swirled at such relentless rhythmic motions that were drawing you closer and closer to coming.
"Ah! Oh, God!" You cried out as the pressure built quicker and quicker by the moment, and the coiling feeling in your belly grew. Your hips jerked from the marvellous pleasure. You felt everything, the warmth of his breath every time he needed to take a breath and would exhale on your slit. The warmth and wetness expelled from his tongue. The oh so ever-gentle suction from his lips all combined to create the pleasurable sensation.
His tongue slipped past your clit into the wetness of your folds, delving his tongue into the entrance of your pussy. He pressed his tongue on your clit, creating the same relentless pace that has you aching for more.
Your pussy throbbed, screaming for release. His mouth moved faster, his tongue became a blur motion against your clit, and his lips sucking at the memorable intensity. You breathe raggedly, shallow mewls escaping from your lips, begging for more.
"You're doing so well, my love", he murmured against your wet flesh. Words of encouragement as the tightening in your belly started growing closer.
A desperate surge spread throughout your body. The pure wave of pleasure washing over you, your orgasm rippled through your body. Your back arched violently, your legs trembling, with a long, drawn-out moan from your throat that sounded like pure silk to his ears.
Your pussy clenched, slick juices coated his face, but he didn't stop, continuing to suck and lick even when your body trembled. Your fingers gripped his hair, holding him close, afraid he might slip away, making this sensation disappear.
Such a pleasurable sensation had you feeling weak, spent, and exhausted. You breathe raggedly. The tension that had you feeling so miserable has completely dissolved, replacing it with satisfaction.
He pulled away, eyes still lingering with desire, licking his lips, slowly savouring your taste. "See, I told you; you needed a break." He reached your lips, giving you a soft kiss. "You taste delicious."
Giving him a weak smile, you felt so unburdened. The report, the deadline seemed so distant from the overwhelming pleasure he had just given you.
"Now", his tone warm and comforting. "Would you rather tackle that report after your well-needed break? Or, just come to bed a lie with your amazing boyfriend?"
"Maybe bed. The report can wait until morning."
He grinned with a joyful smile, lighting up his face. He pulled you from the chair, wrapping you in a warm embrace. "That's my girl," he whispered.
Jean Kirstein, Eren Yeager, Armin Alert, Reiner Braun, Connie Springer, Levi Ackerman
โHe said he would be home at 10 pm. Itโs way past that time nowโ.
You pick up your phone of the arm rest on the couch checking to see if he texted you that heโll be home late.
The communication in your relationship has completely disappeared after he got promoted at the office. You thought he was cheating on you at first but found nothing in his phone.
You went to the office to drop off lunch when he forgot to grab it and the receptionist even mentioned that heโs been staying late at the office to get extra work done.
Youโve never seen his this burnt out from work. The constant dark circles under his eyes when he would wake up after coming home late. Staying up late in his office to finish work even after coming him late was something to get used to or the late night showers that would slightly wake you up at night.
You check your message app to see if he has at least seen the message you sent him an hour ago.
โAre you working late today?โ
Nothing.
No reply at all.
Under the message you sent him the grey writing read 'delivered'.
You sigh shutting your phone off.
You gaze at the city lights that shine bright through the large windows in your living room. You think of distractions that can keep your mind off his whereabouts.
Suddenly you get the urge to touch yourself. Your cunt has been hounding at you almost every time you see Jean, just getting the impulse to pounce on him and feed into your desire.
Almost two months have passed since you and Jean have had intimacy. The only times when you would masturbate weโre when you knew Jean wouldn't be home for a while but now you never knew when he was coming home late.
Your cunt was aching to be touched, aching for his touching. You missed his touch so much.
Slowly you graze your hand down your nightgown. Circulating your index finger around your clothed nipple. It was like your body was moving on its own.
Lifting your nightgown you exposes your nips to the cold air. They quickly harden from being exposed to the temperature change.
A quiet gasp escapes from your mouth before reaching your other hand down to your clothed cunt.
Reaching your hand in your panties you gently rub your clit in a circular motion slowly while playing with your right fit. A breathy moan came from your lips while moving your hand at a quicker pace slightly squirming from the pleasure. Biting down on the silk clothing to hold the muffled moans trying to escape from your mouth.
You insert two fingers in my cunt slowly, the squelching that comes from your cunt as you gradually pump your fingers in your cunt. Harshly biting on the silk material as muffled moans escape from your lips.
You pump your finger in and out of your cunt, squeezing your right tit in your other free hand. You start to pump your fingers at a swiftly pace curling your fingers upwards slightly as the squelching sounds become louder and wetter the faster you pump your fingers in your cunt.
The breathy moans that escape from your mouth become heavier and quiet keens slip from your lips as you feel your orgasm starting to approach. Your eyes roll and bite on your bottom lip as moans break free from your lips.
Your walls clench around your finger as your orgasm coats your fingers. Your hips slightly buck and a quiet keen slips from your lips.
Your chest moves heavily up and down. Pulling your underwear up and turning to get up from the couch you see Jean staring at you in the doorway.
You were embarrassed and quickly covered your face. You felt humiliated, like a horny teenager again. Before you could think of anything more negative about yourself Jean walks up to you calling your name calmly. He grabs a hold of your wrist putting the two fingers in his mouth licking your arousal off.
His hand brushes against your cheek, gripping your jaw crashing his lips into yours giving you a passionate kiss that slowly turns into a rough but not aggressive kiss.
He picked you up by your legs wrapping them around his waist and gripping onto the fat on your ass. Carrying you to the bedroom, he then placed your back on the bed still kissing you and getting on the bed with you.
Your hands glide up his face slowly gripping hold of his hair causing a rough but quiet groan to slip from his lips.
You bit his bottom lip out of lust. His lips slowly glide down your neck nibbling gently and leaving bruises on your neck. Licking the side of your neck biting down on your collar bone.
He lifts your nightgown revealing your hard nipples. His warm breath brushed against your nipples making you whimper. The warm sensation latched onto your nip. His tongue swirled around it causing a breathy moan from your lips.
He slightly bit down on your nip just enough to make you squirm from his touch. He flicked his tongue around your nip while using his other hand to play with your other tit pinching it slightly.
Sucking your tit he ended it with a loud 'pop'. He kissed down your body leading his way towards your already aroused cunt.
โYouโre so wetโ, seeing the wet patch on your panties. He rubbed your clit through your panties teasing you slowly. You whimper out of desperation bucking you hips forward grinding your clit against his fingers.
โSo desperate already? Iโve barely touched you hunโ.
โJean pleaseโ. Your beg.
โPlease what?โ
You bite your bottom lip when he stops rubbing your clit. โPlease touch meโ.
He slides off your underwear, admiring your glistened cunt. His long slender fingers glide through your folds spreading your arousal. He spreads your lips giving your clit two kittens fingers.
โOh fuckโ, your moan was breathy. Fingers entangling in his ash brown locks.
His mouth approaches your clit, flicking his tongue at a teasingly pace. Your hips buck and rock against his mouth as his tongue swirl against your clit.
The soft moans the come from your lips makes it erection harden painfully.
Penetrating your cunt, he curled his fingers upwards causing you to arch your back along with a loud moan escaping from your lips. His eyes peering at you letting a small smirk appear on his lips.
He sucked in your clit gently and uncontrollably flicking his tongue at a fast pace. His fingers pumping his fingers out of your swollen cunt as you whimpered and moan like haywire and gripped his hair out of pleasure. The low groan that came from Jeans mouth caused a vibration against your clit.
Every sound that came from your body made his already aching hard cock twitch painfully in his trousers. The Moans, whimpers, whines, cries, the clenching of your pussy, and the squelching sounds that came from your wet pussy. Made him want to touch himself so bad.
The burning sensation in your stomach was quickly approaching. Your walls clenching his fingers uncontrollably and your cunt getting wetter and wetter from the movement of his fingers and tongue.
You shut your eyes close gripping Jean's hair a tad bit tighter. He could tell you were going to finish by how your walls were already pulsing around his fingers.
The walls of your cunt pulsed around his fingers clenching them tightly. The warm clear fluids coating your walls and his fingers.
"Jean", you moaned loudly as your legs frantically shake squeezing around his head.
You pant heavily as he detaches his mouth and fingers away from your cunt. He inserted his fingers into his mouth.
"Fuck you taste good baby", you both snicker at his comment.
You lips kiss his passionately. Brushing against each other before kissing him with tongue. Your arms pull him closer afraid he might slip.
"Do you want me to return the favor?", you murmur against his lips.
Reaching your hand down to his pants you unbuckle his belt and undo his suit trouser button.
โNo, Iโve made you wait for so long. Let me make it up to youโ.
He takes off his tie and unbuttons his white tuxedo shirt.
Reaching his hand to your bare breast cupping his hands around them squeezing them slightly. His hands roamed you body. Observing every inch of your body and memorizing his touch once again.
His soft lip kiss your jaw while stroking himself before gently shoving himself slowly in your cunt.
You moaned as he pushed his length into your cunt. The compelling stretch of his cock makes your whole body tense with pleasure. You and him both consumed with lust.
He whimpered softly as he pushes himself in your cunt. Walls clenching around his cock as soon as he pushed through your entrance, the warming sensation of your cunt embracing him in.
Taking his length out makes you whimper. Slapping his cock on your clit then running it between your plump lips.
โOh f-fuckโ, you moan so softly.
"Jean, please stop teasing me", you cried.
"Hm what's that? You want me to stop teasing you huh".
You nod your head. โI need you so badโ. Your eyes were full of lust and hunger. The desperation of feeling him stretch you out till your crying was aching in your pussy.
Taking his cock in your hand you pump your palm and fingers around his length slowly inserting his dick inside your cunt letting you adjust to his length before his hips collided with yours creating a murmur to come from your lips.
His thrusts were slow and steady. Just filling you up just to pull back out again slow. If he were to go to fast he would cum almost instant.
Wrapping your legs around his abdomen. His pace quickened pounding into your cunt making your tits bounce. Your eyes shut from the constant pleasure.
You were lost of words, so quiet you couldnโt make a sound from the pounding. His hand wraps around your neck, โlook at me when I fuck you or Iโll stopโ.
โP-please donโt stopโ. You didnโt want him to stop, not when you are so close.
Biting your bottom lip, he leaned in giving you a slobby kiss. His lips were so wet, hungry, and desperate for your soft lips. Soft whines come from both of you as his pace began to quicken.
Low, rough grunts fled from his lips. "Does it feel good baby?", he questioned.
Wrapping your hands around his arm that was choking you gently "mhm, keep going", biting your bottom lip.
You soon feel your orgasm approaching. "Just like that baby, just like that", you sob.
"I gonna cum".
Leaning down he whispered, "You gonna cum for me baby?" Nodding your head in reply "Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock", he teased.
Your walls throb uncontrollably around his cock. The warming sensation pools in your abdomen. Your legs quiver as you experience a heavy shock of finishing one too many times.
Breathless moans escape from your lips as he still thrusts.
He gripped tightly on your hips as his thrust slowly became sloppier. "Shit" he muttered under his breath.
His white, sticky cum spurted right into your cunt. His arms become weak as he lets his weight fall on your chest.
There was silence in the room that was filled with heavy panting coming down from your highs.
โJean, youโre too heavyโ. Your hand nudges at his shoulder wanting him to get off.
โSorry babyโ.
You were so close to falling asleep before you felt a warm cloth wiping your inner thigh and gently inside your cunt.
โThank you babyโ, you mutter quietly before bedsheet covers fall over your body and feel Jean wrap his arms around you and pulling you in to cuddle.
Why doesn't anyone talk about Jean's height? he is 190 tall!!
He's so tall, my God! Could you write about this? and how does he use this to his advantage with his petite girlfriend?
I imagine Jean sitting his girlfriend on his lap while telling her how small she is!
I hope you write about it!! and sorry for the writing! English is not my native language
Jean kirstein and his petite girlfriend (female reader) extra smut hehe
Cw: oral sex, nipple play, sloppy kissing ;), edge play, dirty talk, light sub jean and light dom reader, canโt think of any other tags. (Reader is 151-167 cm, Jean is 190 cm)
a/n: yโall I had to think super hard about what it would be like being a petite girlfriend when having a giant boyfriend. Like.. Iโm not petite like at all so it was a lot of โ researchโ to find my answer lmao. 175 gang where yโall at!!! Enjoy โบ๏ธ
Jean kirstein who bounces his petite girlfriend whenever she sits on his lap. โYou look so small when you sit on my lapโ he praises.
Jean kirstein who will walk up behind his petite girlfriend whenever she struggles to get an item from the top shelf. โWhat would you do without your 6โ2 boyfriendโ he teased.
Jean kirstein who gets hard when he feels the small of your ass rut against him who you canโt reach an object from the top shelf and asks for your help after with a cheeky smile.
Jean kirstein who will wrap his arms around your shoulder at any chance he gets claiming you as his.
Jean kirstein who will bend down whenever he canโt hear his petite girlfriend speak loud enough in loud area.
Jean kirstein who gave you a hug after your first date and you had to go on your tippy toes to hug him back and heโs been obsessed since the first time you did it.
Jean kirstein who will slap and grab the fat of his petite girlfriend ass whenever she gives him a hug.
Jean kirstein who loves to see the hand size difference with his petite girlfriend. Either when you hold his hand or finger, he will always melt in awe.
Jean kirstein who will always squish his petite girlfriendโs cheeks together whenever she slightly gets annoyed or mad at him. Just to see your eyebrows frown with your face smushed.
Jean kirstein who loves the sight of your small hands wrapped around his thick cock or your small mouth trying to fit his girth entirely in your mouth without gagging.
Your hips grind against his lap as his hands ride up your silk shorts, grabbing the fat of your ass. You grind your slit against his hard cock in his pj pants feeling his soft pants deep into your mouth. Soft lips softly gliding against yours begging for his tongue having access to your mouth.
His lips were soft and warm, lips parting allowing his tongue to flow into your mouth. Your warm bodies pressed against each other, breathing heavily as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate each second you both spent on the bed.
His back was pressed against the bed frame, hands held onto your waist biting your bottom lip. His warm breath tickles your neck leaving soft kisses on your neck. Your fingers tangled in his ash brown locs.
You couldnโt help but moan when you felt his tongue stripe against your neck. His hands were so eager when it came to your body. He loved the feeling of his hands dipping between the curves of your body. He was obsessed with everything about you.
He kissed down your neck nipping on your collarbone leaving marks on your body marking you as his. His fingers slowly ride up your black slik tank top revealing your tits to the cold air in the bedroom.
His eyes gawk in awe as his digits twirl around your hard bud. Your breath trembles โfuckโ feeling arousal pool in your panties. He couldnโt get enough of you. He loved how pretty you looked sitting on his lap, grinding against him trying to get any sort of friction on your clit.
โYou look so small and beautiful sitting on my lap, pretty girlโ. You feel shivers go down your spine at his cooed words.
He leaves tender kisses amongst your bud, slowly sucking and swirling his tongue on your hardened bud. You sensually cry out his name from the pleasure pooling in your heat.
Your moans were so silky and smooth, he couldnโt stop, not now when his cock is rock hard and couldnโt wait for your walls clamping around him. His lips detach from your bud with a string of saliva following through. Your lips donโt hesitate to kiss his mouth softly. Cupping his cheeks you kiss his lips sloppy flicking your tongue against his gliding your hand down to the familiar hardness in his pants.
โYou have no idea what youโre doing to meโ, he groans.
Grinning into the kiss you bite his bottom lip. Your hands slide underneath his shirt up his chest. You look at him with bed room eyes as you lower your body kissing his tan fit body. You watch as his breath quickens the closer your soft silky lips kiss along him seductively looking up at him when you reach his hips. Tongue licking his light brown happy trail.
Your hands caress along the large print in his pants. His breath shudders when the feeling of friction touches his tip through his pants.
โDo you like when I touch you like this, Jeanโ. You whisper lusciously.
Your words were so sinful he couldnโt help but nod a yes at your question.
Your eyes were full of lust and hunger. You pull at his waist band signaling him to lift his hips up. You watch as his cock springs up slapping his abdomen. Pre cum dripping from his tip as it slowly twitches aching to be touched. Heโs never been so needy before but when it came to you he was such a baby.
Your thumb smears the pre cum over his tip slowly. Frowned eyebrows from the constant teasing you put him throughout the week. His hips jerk up slightly when feeling your cold touch on his cock.
You engulf his wet heat swallowing it with slight pressure. You feel his tip at the back throat. You hollow your cheeks and breath through your nose then take his whole length down your throat. You take your lips off his cock. Lips glistening and dark with saliva. You spit on his cock, wrapping your fingers around his cock jerking him slowly teasing his tip with your tongue. โOh fuckโ he slurs out.
You felt his fingers brush the hair out of your face then entangling his fingers in your hair. You smile up at him and making eye contact with his hazel eyes, they were hazed almost showing submissiveness. You warm lips glide down his thick length faster gurling as his cock hit the back of your throat multiple times.
He couldnโt get over the sight that was happening in front of him. Your small mouth being stretched to the max trying to make his thick cock fit in your mouth or when your small hands would wrap around his cock stroking him slowly that his hips jerk and he moans softly at your touch.
You come up with a gasp as your hand strokes his cock. โYou like when I suck your fat cock Jean?โ, looking up at him with innocent eyes.
โYes babyโฆd-donโt stop pleaseโฆit feels so goodโ.
He was becoming a whimpering mess in your touch. You lick down his member, tongue flicking at his large balls. Your hand moves up and down his cock quicken your pace while your lips sucks at his balls moaning at how much you enjoying pleasing him.
โShould I let Jean boy cum, hmโ? You keen.
The pace of your hand slowdown and you lips smirk at him with piercing eyes. Teasing him would make him plead and beg for you to let him cum. That alone could make you cum. His begging was music to your ears.
โY-yes..please let me cum.. f-fuck babyโ. He pleads.
His eyebrows knit togther in pleasure. โYou look so cute when you begโ. Your lips slowly tease his tip while your hand jerks him off slowly, sucking his fat tip.
His hand pushed your head further down his shaft, thrusting his hips up fucking your throat at a relentless pace. Tears brim at the corner of your eyes feeling his cock hit the back of your throat.
โHa fuck keep sucking oh ffuckโ, he drags out. His eyes shut tight as thick squirts of ivory cum spurt down your throat. You stick out your tongue showing him you swallowed with a smile.
He pulls the collar of your silk top pulling you up to kiss him. Your lips brush against each other massaging your tongues together, โyou taste so goodโ you moan into the kiss. His lips kiss down your neck and his hand tucks into your shorts rutting his fingers over the fabric of your underwear.
โIโm on my period Jean boy, wait until next week then you can fuck my brains outโ. You roll of his lap and lift the blanket up to warm yourself up from the cold a/c.
โDonโt do that to me, you know how I feel when I donโt get to eat your pretty pussy babyโ he pouts.
โAnd I have work in the morning, itโs already late Jean so get some rest before I put my cold feet on your leg.โ
Kind of gave up at the end
Thank so much for all the love and support I really appreciate all the kind messages that were sent. Donโt be shy to leave request in my โrequests here!!โ tab on my account.
Cw: stalking behavior, oral sex, fingering, blow jobs, vaginal sex
A/n: I recently rewatched the show โYOUโ and it gave me the idea to write about stalker Jean being just like Joe.
Jean kirstein meets you on the first day of class when you ask if you could sit beside him. He instantly knew that an unhealthy obsession would develop.
Jean kirstein doodles on your arm during class to spare time and watches how people complement the drawings on your arm when people come up and talk to you.
Jean kirstein tells everyone that your only friends and nothing is happening between you. Everyone can see the chemistry between the two of you.
Jean kirstein purposely flirts with you and gives you a nickname just to enjoy how your eyes light up with joy whenever he says your nickname.
Jean kirstein secretly follows you around when you hang out with your friends or watch you through your window when you study or dance when you listen to music.
Jean kirstein helps you look for your keys when he secretly was the one who took them out your bag to make his own copy so he can snoop in your house when you arenโt home.
Jean kirstein waits until you leave your apartment to open your door and invades the privacy of your home reading your diary, taking your bright pink panties from your laundry hamper to relieve himself later.
Jean kirstein looks through your laptop when you leave it open when you leave home looks at your search history and becomes curious about the type of pornography you watch.
Jean kirstein takes pictures of the explicit photos you have of yourself saved on your laptop.
Jean kirstein fucks his hand every night with your hot pink panties and looks at the pictures of you squeezing your chest in a red lace bra while sticking out your tongue for your eyes only.
Jean kirstein watches you through the window when you touch yourself with your baby blue vibrator or when you fuck your boyfriend.
Jean kirstein comforts you when your boyfriend breaks up with you and slowly tries to make his way into your heart so he can treat you right.
Jean kirstein drunkenly makes out with you at your apartment when you both had too many glasses of wine but doesnโt have sex with you when you arenโt in the right state of mind and sleeps on the couch to sleep off the alcohol.
Jean kirstein helps you get over your ex-boyfriend and becomes your boyfriend and lets the whole world know you're his and no one else can have you.
Jean kirstein becomes your stress reliever whenever you become too overwhelmed with school work and lapps at your clit until your legs shake from being overstimulated with pleasure that you have to take a nap because he tongue fucked you too well.
Jean kirstein fucks you from the back at an unholy pace when he sees you talking to one of the guys he dislikes the most... Eren. Jean calls you all sorts of dirty names as you become a whimpering mess.
Jean kirstein bullies his fat cock in your tight hole the first time you have sex because he canโt help himself. He wants to feel your gummy walls pulse as you come closer to your orgasm.. I mean thatโs all he would think about before getting the chance to fuck you.
Jean kirstein makes you change if he feels his cock twitch in his pants if youโre wearing something too โrevealingโ. He doesn't want anyone else to look at his precious trophy the way he does.
Jean kirstein will fuck you at any chance he gets wheater itโs outside in an alley at night, in a public bathroom, or fingers you at the movie theatre as you bite your bottom lip holding your sweet moans.
Jean kirstein who gives your back massages that quickly turn into passionate sex because he kept on slipping his hand between your slick.
Jean kirstein rasps out sweet praises when you twirl your tongue on his tip when giving him head. โJust like that babyโ, โAh d-donโt stop ..pleaseโ, he whimpers out.
Jean kirstein who complements you with his kind words when fucking your tight cunt. โYou look so pretty beggingโ, Use your words babyโ, Good girlโ.
Jean kirstein kisses your neck and leaves hickeys to mark his territory to make other men jealous.
Jean kirstein friends tease him after they say he rubbed up on you at Connie's New Year's party after having too many drinks.
Jean kirstein holds your waist tighter when he sees another man eyeing you up in public.
Jean kirstein kisses you when you go hang out with your friends just to follow you after you leave.
Jean kirstein secretly puts tracking devices in the bottom sole of all your shoes to know where you are at all times.
Jean kirstein whispers dirty words in your ear when he sees your eyes wander to another man that isnโt him. You instantly feel your pussy throb of arousal at his naughty words.
Jean kirstein gets pussy drunk the first time you fuck raw. He becomes a whimpering mess when he feels your warm gummy walls clench around his thick cock knowing heโs gonna fill up with a huge load of his cum. โFuck babyโ, he slurs out โyou feel so good around meโ. 'I wanna get you pregnant", "Have my babies.. please?'' Filling you up with thick ropes of his cum just to fuck them back over and over until he passes out.
Jean kirstein follows your location that leads to Erens house party after you lied telling him you were going to the movie theatre with your friends. You know how much he hates Eren and how mad he gets when he sees you around him.
Jean kirstein pins your back up against the bathroom door, shoving his fingers between your warm slick while he kisses your lips sloppy when he when he catches you talking to Eren and being a little too touchy. โYou must like to see me get mad fucking slutโ. He fingers your wet cunt while kissing at your neck as you moan out "Jean please fuck me".
Was thinking about how Jean would be the type of man to eat you out for so long till the point weโre your legs shake and his cock is aching to be touched, but his excuse is โI have to get you wet so you can take my cockโ. ๐ฉ๐ฉ
