[oneshot] jean kirstein x fem!reader
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synopsis: after a hard week at work, struggling to get any type of recognition, you decide to look for some attention at a club around the corner. a stranger ends up buying you a drink and the next thing you know, you and jean are locked inside the bathroom.
There you were, inside the club's bathroom, making out with a man who didn't even know your name. Jean grabbed you by your thighs, carefully placing you on the large sink. His hands caressed your thigh which sent shivers down your whole body, his other hand pulled your body closer to his by your waist. You instensified the sloppy kisses controlling his head's movements with a light grip on the lower part of his undercut, whenever you used your nails on his hair he would let out light moans.
You were already a whimpering mess, the way he pressed you close to him made it so that his hard dick rubbed against your wet lace panties. The two of you were fully clothed but Jean could easily feel your pussy because of the tiny skirt you wore that night, and you were fully aware of that.
What am I doing...
You thought to yourself, wanting to push him away from you as every second went by, but everytime you felt his tongue on yours, his hand gently touching your inner thigh, the way he held your waist to pull you closer, everytime you could feel his dick under his pants rubbing against your pussy, you questioned if you really wanted to push him away from you.
Jean slowly slid his hand through your hair, caressing it until he got a firm grip of it. He pulled it in a way that made your chin lift up and began kissing your neck, the way he sucked on it felt so good but he was obviously leaving a trail behind. Your uneven breath manifested itself through low and breathless moans, you had both hands tightly holding onto the sink and your fingers hurt from all the force you put into your grip.
"Jean..." You cried out, placing one hand on the top of his head to try and stop him from leaving any more hickeys on your neck.
He pulled away from you completely and took a moment to appreciate how much of a hot mess you were for him, your hair was messy, your top was threatening to fall off, and the way your legs were slightly open for him with that skirt, it made Jean feel amazing.
"You want me to stop?" Jean asked, his eyes piercing through yours as he passed his hand through his hair.
You looked down, trying to think of what would be the most conscious thing to say to Jean, should you do the correct thing and go away pretending this never happened, or should you do the correct thing for yourself and enjoy all of him.
The time you took to answer him was an answer to Jean, he turned around and began to unlock the bathroom's door.
He put his hand around the knob ready to leave without looking back once, without asking for your name, without anything from you to take with him.
"No" Was all that came out your mouth. Jean froze in place, still having his back facing you. "I don't want you to stop..." You finished, hoping that he hadn't given up.
Jean didn't say anything, he abruptly turned back to continue kissing you, it felt so passionate, passionate as if the two of you were lovers yearning for one another. His hands caressed every part of your body, until he eventually returned to your inner thigh, Jean stopped the kiss, looking straight at you for permission.
"Do it," You said breathless desperate for his touch. "please."
Jean put your hair behind your ear, gently caressing the side of your face before he leaned in to kiss you, slowly this time. You gave into the kiss following his pace as he pulled you closer to him with his free hand. Without breaking the kiss, Jean put your panties to the side, you felt his two fingers slide over your pussy, "So wet for me..." he mumbled in between kisses.
You felt his thumb rub against your sensible clit as Jean began to kiss your neck, your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you whimpered for him. He kept that for a while, until you started grinding on his hand which made him pull away from your neck. "You're close already?" Jean asked, slowly still rubbing his finger on you.
"Mhm" Was the only thing that you could answer back to him, your eyes were squeezed shut.
He stopped his movement and pulled your legs further apart as he looked into your eyes, his intense gaze tensed you up and your needy eyes made Jean even more excited. Still looking at him, you felt his two fingers penetrate you and slowly he began fingering you.
You fell onto him, hugging his neck and hiding your face on his collarbone, your moans came out muffled by his skin.
"Jean..." You cried out as his fingers moved inside you making your body shake.
"Yeah?" He answered, gently pulling you away from the embrace you had on him so the two of you could face each other.
"I'm-" You were interrupted by your own gasp as he thrusted his fingers more strongly deep inside you. "close" You finished, fighting to get the words out through your moans.
"You look so pretty right now," Jean said before kissing your forehead. "I'll make you feel good." He leaned in to slowly kiss you.
He continued thrusting his fingers strongly inside your pussy as you moved your waist to match his rythm, growing increasingly close to your orgasm, "Jean" came out of your mouth multiple times through moans, whimpers and gasps. The way you called out his name drove him insane.
He felt your insides tightening around his fingers, followed by you gasping for all the air you were holding in, you were sweaty, breathless and had just came to Jean fingering you.
"Fuck..." He exhaled, looking at his hand that had just been inside you.
The bathroom's light was dim, you quickly put your panties back in place not daring to look at Jean. You stood up tidying up your skirt and giving it a few pats to fix it's shape.
He gently grabbed your wrist, "You still gonna hang around here or are you going home?" Jean lifted your chin so you would look at him.
"I'm going home." You answered quietly, unsure of what to do now. You couldn't help but feel ashamed of being fingered by a guy who you had just met and didn't even know your name, but you couldn't lie, your intention going out tonight was to find someone. Not someone like him however.
"Let me drive you." Jean offered, "I'm done here anyways, so let me take you home." He started to fix the buttons you had undone earlier while making out.
"No it's fine." You passed your hand through your hair, "I live around the corner anyways."
Turns out Jean was a little more persistent then you'd imagine, next thing you knew he was driving you home laid back on his car seat, not a word said. Everything with him felt so wrong, but you had a weird trust on him.
"Take this right." You fidgeted with your fingers guiding him over to your old apartment complex, the whole ride you took turns looking into the window and taking occasional disguised glances at him, not once did you catch Jean looking back at you. He had been fixated on the road ahead the whole ride, his brows furrowed. "Why do you look complexed?" You asked.
"Uh," He finally broke his gaze from the road, as if he was caught in a trance until now. He shook his head lightly. "You live here?" Jean questioned, stopping the car by a building.
"Yeah..." You answered, getting ready to leave the car.
He scoffed quietly under his breath, "I guess we'll be seeing each other often for a while then." Jean finally looked at you. "I just rented an apartment here."