artstudent!jean is a pro pussy eater TRUST.
"I can't do this anymore." Jean mutters under his breath staring at the 10x12 painting infront of him, another blotch of paint appearing on his hand as he accidentally moves his hand too quickly. "Fuck." He runs his non-paint covered hand over his face, rising to his feet with a harsh groan. He quickly feels his pants looking for his phone. The project can be done later he needed to get his mind off of this somehow. Wiping his hand on an already stained rag before his fingers dash across the screen, drafting a text that will never be sent. Another groan emits from his mouth before he takes off his apron, revealing his bare chest. His shirt was thrown elsewhere in the room in a fit of rage when he couldn't get the shade of red just right. He flicks his head to the right spotting his shirt crumpled up next to a pile of paper, with the soft clicks of his boots echoing he closes the distance and puts the shirt on in record speed. Albeit some struggle, but he ends up getting it on. Checking his phone once more, this time to check the time. Seeing that it read 9:15pm his lips stretch into a small grin, his favorite person would be at the dorm. That favorite person just happened to be you. Shoving his hands into his pockets as he speed walks out of the art building and straight to your dorm, a man on a mission.
A loud bang echoes throughout your dorm room, resulting from Jean slamming the door open with enough force to wound a gorilla.
"Hey, I'm hungry. Take your pants off." Jean wastes no time in what he wants, and what he wants is a stress relief. That same stress relief happens to be from shoving his face into your crotch. A wide smile reaches his lips when he makes eye contact with you, laid on the couch, all comfortable and wrapped up in a blanket.
"Maybe I don't want to?" You rebuttal, attitude seeping through your voice. Obviously, who would want to get up from being comfortable? Jean clicks his tongue sharply, rolling his eyes to add more attitude. It was an attitude battle from the minute Jean busted into the dorm room.
"Listen, I'm so pent up and annoyed with my stupid art project, I need this. Please just let me eat you out." Jean begs, running a hand through his hair as he whines. His head cocking to the side slightly, his eyes catching the light in a way that they seem to shine even brighter than usual. With a small nod coming from you he darts over, ripping the blanket off of you and your shorts in one quick motion. "You have no idea how much I need this." His finger slowly kneading against your clothed pussy, he brings his face closer, swiping his nose across the growing wet spot on your panties.
"I can smell how good you're gonna taste." Licking his lips before swiping his finger against your clothed clit, a soft smile as he hears a soft moan emit from your mouth. Shoving your panties to the side he wastes no time before digging in. Using one hand to cup your thigh and spread you wider, licking and sucking like the starved man that he is. His eyes dart up, watching as you bring your hand to your mouth, covering up the sounds that he so dearly loved.
"I wanna hear you." His tone sharp but muffled as he speaks while still licking deep into your wet folds. His voice sending sharp vibrations through you as he hums softly, leaning in closer to get more. "Taste so.. Mmm.. So fucking good." Another muffled murmur sneaks past, his eyes now closed as he brings himself to fully focus on his meal. He lets out a small groan when he feels your hand snake to his hair, his eyes almost rolling back as he feels your nails run across his scalp. The tent that formed in his pants when he first saw you, was all the more pronounced now. Slowly he'll grind against your couch but no avail, he quickly shuts it down. Deciding that the utmost task was getting you off. Swiping his tongue against your wet pussy, pure bliss spread across this mans face, along with the juices emitting from you. He takes note in the way your moans begin to get higher pitched, the way your legs begin to shake, or when your hand digs too deep into his scalp.
"C'mon baby.. Give it to me." He whispers to you, although mostly to the ocean of a cunt infront of him. "So fucking wet, it could be even better if you came on my face." Although his words erotic and crazy, he barely even batted an eye. Too busy on feeling your warmth and gummy walls against his tongue, feeling his teeth swipe across your clit and watching how you squirm. Noting down whenever he presses his tongue just to the left you'll let out that sweet whine, or how you'd rush your hand lower to his neck each time his teeth would scrape over your clit. He was obsessed, and he didn't plan on getting up anytime soon, atleast not until he saw you coming undone. Opting to part slightly, catching his breath as he looks up at you. "You're so beautiful like this." His lips part into a toothy grin, diving back into your depths. His tongue delving back in, feeling your pussy flutter as you throw your head back.
You come undone quickly after that, the relentless assault of his tongue and the occasional bite to your clit finally hitting you. Jean relentlessly licks up any and all juices that come out of you, his moans almost on par with your sharp ones as he finally tastes your release. Pressing a soft kiss to your clit as he looks up at you, his eyes catching yours before he follows suit. Soaking his pants entirely, completely untouched.
"Shit.. I busted in my jeans again." He mutters, looking down to see the growing damp spot in his paint stained jeans. Running a hand through his hair, a habit of his, he lets out a satisfied groan seeing the state you're now in.
"Okay can we fuck now?"
omg i need to study more.. i almost died writing this bc i felt like there wasn't any real good detail... </3