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Sweet like candy

ꕥ Pairing : Jean Kirstein x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : What you do in your personal life should stay private, ‘separate work life from home life’ as they always say. But what happens when your closer to your colleague than you thought?

ꕥ Word count : 4.4k

ꕥ TW : Cam girl!Y/N, perv Jean lol, heavy smut, fingering, oral (m receiving), mutual masturbation, toys, boob job, anonymous sexting, lewd language, sexual themes, squirting,sub reader, vouyerism, corporate scenes,shared photos, spanking, material fingering, sexting, teasing, bratty y/n, orgasming, dildo usage, finger sucking, rutting, porn mention, sex worker mention, exploitation, nipple play, slight semen play, light hearted deception, fantasising, reader face replacement, perverted actions, staring lewdly, probs a hell of a lot more trigger warnings but it’s at your own risk. 18+.

-

‘Oh my god!!’

Looking at your empty desk you raged at the sight of a crumpled up paper. Bold words written in marker stating:

'Don't think eating on duty is part of your job - Jean'

The fourth time this week he's been too fast on stealing the snacks off your drawers, from the cupcakes to the biscuits to NOW your favourite muffin? Greedy bitch.

You could hear the laugh from his office as soon as you walk in, guilty face knowing exactly what he's done. His legs thrown up over his table and phone raised to his ears, mouth talking to the stranger on the phone as his eyes stay locked on yours.

'Yeah yeah Mr Smith, it's a deal. Be at our meeting for 5pm sharp oh- and could you be ever so kind and...bring some muffins' he chuckled, small wink going your way as he hung up the phone.

Your arms stayed crossed against your chest as you stood by the door. Furrowed eyebrows and smoke coming out your ears.

'Oh hey y/n didn't see you there'

You had to keep everything contained inside you to just not slap that stupid smirk off his face.

-

Jean Kirstein. 34 years old. 6'3. Arose from hell. You both met after you became an apprentice at one of the largest law firms in the country. And he's been nothing but a nightmare.

From constantly harassing you on shift to scaring off potential clients by making you look like a crazed lunatic. His whole fun comes out of teasing you.

-

'I want my muffin back Jean. This isn't fair. One day I'm gonna die of food deprivation and it's gonna be your fault.' You whined. Tone upset and frustrated.

He got up and made his way over to you, hands slid into his trouser pockets as he mockingly crouched down to your height.

'Want your muffin? Here. Take it.' It took everything in him to not laugh as he pulled the remaining wrapper out of his pocket and placed it in your hands. Pushing your fingers shut as you stared down in horror at the crumbs slipping into your hands.

'What the f-.' You mumble, a loud laugh leaving his mouth as he jeered out loud. Echoing noise radiating the room.

'Whatever. I'll get you back next time. Just watch'

'Havent you been saying that for the past week? I'm still waiting.' he laughed again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried refraining the tears dropping down your cheeks from starvation.

'Anyways, you got the paper work done for mr Smith? We've got a meeting with him 5-6 tonight.'

'We? I think you mean YOU sir. I have a relaxing date with myself, I booked this meeting off remember?' You smiled, knowing he's going to be trapped listening to 60 year old men go on about stocks while he forces himself to keep his eyes open. His 'leader' persona meaning too much to him. Nothing brings you more happiness.

'Yeah with yourself because you can't score yourself a date with another man'

'I'll have you know there's plenty men out there willing to date someone like me. You'd be Surprised to see what some men would do for a woman like me' small egotistical smile growing on your lips as cheer runs through your blood knowing how oh-so wrong he is.

'Right. Well if your not coming to the meeting tonight AND you haven't got the paper work. Best know you better put your phone on silent, don't want any unexpected messages while your on your 'date'' Bunny fingers emphasising his ridicule on the last word. Snarling you opened the door and saw yourself out, grabbing your phone and putting it on silent. You can't be having anyone disturb you throughout those hours.

-

6:00pm

Jean

- I never needed your help with these old men anyways

...

- I'll buy you a muffin if you can save me from these next 5 minutes

...

- 2 muffins?

- Okay 3 but that's my final offer

- (iMessage game)

Your phone blew up like crazy, messages and vibrations every two seconds. You felt yourself getting more and more annoyed at the feeling of your silence button not working

Y/N

- You deserve all the karma coming your way, I'll take the three muffins though

- (iMessage game)

- Lol I won.

Jean

- Fuck off

- Whatever, meetings done I was only using you anyways.

You laughed at his last sore message, thumbs going back to type until you heard a notification come from your laptop. Bending over your bed you reached over to see what it was.

Tip - ImALawyer67 $1000

Note - For my favourite cam girl ;)

You smiled at the gesture. Being a young worker you make around 17k a year working as an apprentice, this side job was enough entertainment to have you looking forward to the end of the day and being able to afford your luxuries. Being able to unwind and finger fuck yourself infront of an audience was just what you liked. Usually you get well over 30k viewers. You were quite known throughout the porn industry, wearing nothing but a masquerade mask and red lipstick to top your lips, the small dim of your room was enough to blur out your face well enough, letting your camera focus on your body.

Walking over to your keyboard you typed a message, biting your lips at the thought of trying your new vibrator you brought on your shopping spree.

Candygirl3000

- Thankyou @ImALawyer67 make sure you keep your inbox open for a treat later. ;)

The time was nearing towards 6:30pm at this point and you decided to get ready. Stripping your clothes on the floor and unboxing your new vibrator. The 8 inch playing under the tip of your french tips as you applied your lipstick and masquerade mask. Dressing up in tight spandex as you prepared to slowly unveil yourself.

Turning on your camera you smiled brightly at the viewers, waving your hand as you puffed up your chest, beautiful hair falling on your shoulder as you broadcasted the long item in your hand. Money and comments spewing through.

Meowmeow8 - Can't wait to see you fuck yourself

Meowmeow9 - Best porn star ever

Meowmeow10 - Just get your tits out.

All the different comments made you laugh, seeing the amount of people you pull in in only 10 seconds makes your ego boost. So you got to work, pulling the sleeves of your top down as you fondled with your boobs, tongue wrapping around the fake toy as you pushed it down your throat, fingers twiddling with your nipples through the lace bra. Slight moans escaping your lips the way you played with yourself through your underwear.

Jeans routine was no different to yours.

Getting home at 6:15. Racing home actually. Undoing his tie, stripping his clothes, going infront of his computer to relax himself. A notification popping up that he's received a message. Smile brushing over his lips as he pushes down his boxers and rubs his cock. Same pace at the one your going at, words and mutters escaping his lips, imagining he's the one saying it in your ear, that he's the one filling your every hole.

Little does he know that 'candygirl3000' is his favourite little pretty co-worker.

-

Days and days pass - more harassment. More arrogance. He's intolerable and stubborn. Your fiesty and temperamental. This co-worker friendship is never going to work out. Frenemies more like.

'Jean.'

No answer

'Jean'

No answer

'...Sir'

'Ah y/n come in'

The ridiculous pattern of him only listening to you whenever you refer to him as authority. His promotion to management over the entire company gave him the ego boost. You were just a pretty little worker at this point. His favourite one.

'I have your paper work. Here.' You threw it on his desk, aggravated at the amount of pressure he's been putting on you to get things done for due dates. The leadership role really getting to his head.

'Not a way to speak to your boss now is it Princess'

Jean was always your boss, he was the one who hired you in the first place. Small 20 year old you, happy and perfect. Willing to do anything 10 years older Jean told you to do. But now that your 24, 4 years of his shit has really made you intolerant to the boundaries of authority.

'Whatever...sir...' your fingers tapped at the side of his table as you looked down at him. His stupid straight posture and black suit and tie. Prim and proper for another day of exploiting his clients.

His eyes fell down to your hands. Smooth skin and a small cheap ring balanced on your pointer. Two nails filed down on your freshly manicured hands. Both. Hands.

Your instantly got embarrassed at his realisation. Quickly moving to put your hands folded against your chest, face blushing red as you accidentally pushed up your tits. Making them sit pretty and perfect for jeans eyes to catch a perfect view.

'Nice way to inform me of your private life y/n' He sniggered, waving you out, watching you leave as he saw the way your dress clung to you every time you moved to rush to the door.

6:15pm

Jean felt himself come loose the way he stroked himself to the rhythm of your moans. Small grunts and whines edging himself to make himself cum at the same time as you, pants and belt buckle pushed to his ankles as he didn't even have enough time to undo his shirt entirely. His eyes glued to his screen. Seeing your pretty little body stretched over your bed, fingers rubbing deep into your g spot as you practically scream out moans, rutting into the bed underneath you as your tits exposed to the camera. Familiar eyes glancing at the screen every now and then.

'Yeah- yeah fuck that feels good' you cooed through the screen. Likes and messages spewing through at every second. Jeans eyes glued to the way your...two...filed down fingers pushed inside you. Orgasm over coming you as you licked your fingers clean and said goodbye to the camera.

That was the main reason jean started watching candygirl3000. He imagined it was you. Your tight scandalous figure always on display. Ass curved out in the smallest skirts and low cut tops, breasts almost spewing out. He knew you never meant to, figure too insane to be able to contain itself. The woman's voice sounded like yours too, he always pictured it was you moaning like that, you touching yourself up, you sending him dirty little messages until you've stripped yourself off and fucked yourself like he told you too through the screen. I guess that's what he liked about the mask, he knew an attractive woman was behind it, everything about her seemed perfect. Like you seemed perfect to him.

Little does Jean actually know.

-

'I cant do this Jean. I quit.' You walk into his room slamming your notice on his desk.

He barely looked at it, almost like it was a stupid prank that he wanted you to get rid of.

'Really? Just before I was gonna promote you. Shame.'

You felt your jaw almost drop as colour drained out of your face. What a little nonchalant shit he was. It's like he was preparing himself for this moment, trying to break you until your limits. The small grin on his face recognised this too.

'Wh- Jean this is SO unfair?!'

'You mean sir. Right?'

'...Sir this is so unfair. Why tell me this now after I've been working so hard this whole time'

'I was planning on telling you today princess, just didn't know if you were up for it. Are you?' Dark eyes looked up at you through hooded lids, a hint of mischief behind it.

'I- yeah. Yes Jean you know I am'

'If you wanna be so informal you can come to my place tonight.'

You looked straight at him, confused at his direct response to your words. You were always on alright terms with Jean, although he was an arrogant leader dick the occasional flirty comment would be enough to see it's not so uptight. But this was just-

'To see whether your fit for the job title. Pick you up at 8?'

A bit late? And why couldn't we just do it here? Whatever.

'Yes sir. Fine.'

Atleast it gave you enough rest for your screen time

-

6:45pm

ImALawyer67 - I love when you wear that lingerie. Makes me get off so much faster.

CandyGirl3000 - Really? Well I hope these pictures really help you with your issues ;) *3 attachments*

And there you were. Taking pictures of your bare chest, covered in lube as your lingerie attaches to your skin. Your saliva coating the cleavage travelling down to your pussy. Your client deserved it. The best tipper, always active, heck he's pretty much running your business at this point.

Checking the time you saw you needed to get ready. Apologising you messaged the anonymous man, telling him you'll send him a private video later. Quickly shutting off your phone you applied your makeup and put on your outfit. Black strappy heels and a red cowl neck short dress. The lingerie panties your wearing being the only ones that don't show up in the satin feel. Having to keep them on you paired a black clutch bag and applied red lipstick. Jean never talked about the dress code, so you may aswell use your pretty privilege to the advantage.'

8:02pm

Jean

- My butlers outside princess

Y/N

- What happened to formalities sir?

Jean

- Princess is your name at this point, don't be long.

You walked down your stairs and unlocked your doors, quickly glancing in the mirror only to see the way your nipples poke out of the satin dress, hopefully your hair will be able to cover it for the night.

-

Jeans house

Walking in you were hit with the reality of how rich he was. A mansion. Atleast 8 bedrooms, the long hallway and the small clacking of your heels was the realisation of it all. The faint orchestra music playing in the back as your mesmerised by the place.

'Done staring princess?'

Looking at Jean, he looked more casual than you thought, a crisp shirt along with normal jeans. His stance still extremely smart, small dimple reaching out as he smiled.

'Jean- I mean sir- wow...'

'Mm...here come inside.' He paves the way, entering inside his large living room. Directing a seat to you on his couch as he returns and pours you in a glass of red rich wine. Heels nudging into the plush of his carpet as the fire place roars infront of you.

'All due respect sir. This is beautiful but isn't this meant to be a business meeting'

'Exactly that' he grins. 'That's why I've sent all my staff home. So...y/n...tell me what do you do in your spare time'

Shit. What do you say. What did you say when you first took the interview. It was only 4 years ago how could you forget.

'Oh I sell products online. Kinda like a small business.' I mean I suppose your not exactly lying. But is it really fair to call it a small business.

'Mm...interesting. Well you got the job.'

'Really?!' You say shocked. Him rolling his eyes in granting.

You practically threw yourself on him. Arms wrapping tightly around his neck as your chest pushed against his. Jean could feel himself tightening in his pants. Your sweet candy perfume being taken in with every second you lingered on him.

'For such a mean boss Jean you can be cute sometimes'

'You tryna get fired already?'

-

A few wine glasses later and you and Jean are flailing over each other. Laughing and jokes being shared between the two of you, you don't think you've ever gotten along so well in your entire life.

'So you actually brought it?' You asked. Almost wheezing in laughter.

'What else was I meant to do he was practically pressurising me'

Your body bent over in effort to try hold in your laugh, simply making your wine spill over your dress.

'Oh fuck' you murmur. Playing with the chest of your dress, hands brushing down on your breasts as you move your hair out the way. Giving Jean a real eyeful of your skin.

'My bathrooms third door on the left. Go clean yourself up doll'

You thank him silently, quickly getting up and walking off to the bathroom, hips swaying as you contain your posture to walk. Jeans eyes practically lingering on your form the way he's mesmerised over you.

You looked beautiful in that dress. The red colour complimenting your skin tone and your red lipstick staining his wine glass. He could just imagine it being mixed in with his cum. You getting on your knees as your tongue plays with his rim, his hands guiding you to his core as he face fucks the youth out of you. Pretty tits bouncing with every movement, dainty eyes staring up at him, innocent but so corrupted.

He groaned as he pulled out his phone, looking back at the lingerie photos candygirl sent him earlier. He knew it was devious, looking at his employee in such a deviant way that he uses external sources to fuel his imagination, but what can he do? He's a man. He's not exactly violating your personal space, right?

ImALawyer67 - Fuck you get me so hard...

A buzz to your phone had Jean ignoring it. Notification lighting up on your screen as soon as Jean sent it.

ImALawyer67 - I hope one day I could do that to you, anything you want me to

Another buzz made Jean glance, your phone on the glass table, laying lonely. As he grabbed your phone he saw the notification

'Two new messages from ImALaw....'

You were candy girl?

YOU’RE CANDY GIRL?!

Jeans eyes widened at the sight of what was infront of him, y/n. You. You were the one he was masturbating over every night, you were the girl he late night texting helping her get herself off every night, you were the one he...

So many thoughts ran through Jeans head. The way his cock strained at his pants had him going insane. Knowing that the girl of his dreams was also the girl of his...fantasys.

He heard you walk back into the room, putting the pieces together. Sexy, purring voice - just like candygirls precious moans. Rounded curvy body and full breasts - just like the one candygirl touched every night. Red full lips - just like...candygirls.

'Jean? Jean.' You called, his eyes snapping towards yours as you stood infront of him.

'Do you know where my phone is, I don't think it's in my bag?'

Eyes pretending to look around he 'found it' on the table. Passing it to you whilst reacknowledging your notification - both of you sobering up slightly at the thought.

'Candy girl hm? When you said you sold things I didn't know you meant sex work...' he chuckled standing infront of you, tongue poking out to lick his lips.

'Mm..sorry sir but I don't th- wait how do you know that candy girls a porn star...' you ask, innocently, voice coming out in shock of what's going on.

He grabs his phone and unlocks it, passing it to you, your eyes open at the sight of his messages. Yours and his messages. Back and forth sexting and pictures from the two of you, no faces involved. Orgasms and moaning. This anonymous whore was your boss?!

'Y-your..Th-'

'Don't act shocked princess, you did say not long ago you wanted the real thing..right...?' His mouth coming close to yours. Breath touching your skin as you feel your back begin to arch off the wall. You lean in to kiss him, soft touches of your skin connect as it begins to get sloppier, his one hand moving lower from your waist to your ass, squeezing it slightly as you could feel his boner pin into you, letting a small moan escape from your mouth.

He lifts your dress over your head, rounded nipples pointing out to him as he steps back to admire your beauty in the flesh, small thong from earlier on your body. The devious look in his eyes had you rubbing your legs together, getting wetter by the second.

'God princess arent I just lucky...bend over.'

'Bend over? You seemed nicer on the messages sir...' you purred. Bratty tone escaping as he quickly grabbed you and pinned you over the arm rest, back arched in the air as he threw a harsh slap to your ass.

'Don't test me. Ive been waiting for you for far too long. Short skirts in the office. Tight, deep tops? Fuck I don't know how ive kept it in myself' he threw another harsh blow to your ass. Your mouth beginning to pool in drool the way you felt him finger you through your panties.

The soft Lacey material getting pushed into you, your cum from earlier staining the colour. You moaned and purred, his long fingers really working as he hit the fluffy spot in your pussy. Your clit writhed for him. Getting wetter by the second.

'Deeper jean fuck...'

'Jean? You know my name princess use it'

'Deeper...sir...'

A slight smile crossed his face as he began to finger fuck you, the material of your under wear entering inside you and out, your loose moans getting louder and louder by the decibel. You finally released on his fingers. Cooing and trying to get down from your high.

'Fuck your so much more reactive than I thought...' you heard him say, his hands loosely unbuckling his belt as he pulled his trousers down. You looked behind you to see the image of his cock, strained in his CK boxers. Hard and pointed. Barely scraping the entrance of your ass.

'Mm sir..I need you ...' you whine. Head doted in lust.

'Really? Having me wait this long for you there's no holding back princess...'

'Please sir...f-fuck' you moan, starting to rub yourself off on the couch for some friction, the sight making Jean go insane, Pre cum beginning to spill.

He quickly grabbed you and flipped you on the couch, your back colliding with the pillows as you stared up at him. Shirt now half undone as he pulls out his veiny long cock. 8 hard inches. His foreskin wrapped around it, being tugged down to show off his red warm tip, you licked your lips in adoration. Hand moving up to touch your breasts, pinching your nipples and playing with yourself for jeans adoration. He couldnt take it

Lining himself up with you, he pushed himself in an inch at a time. Your back began to arch with every movement. Getting more and more touch starved with every tainting move

'Noo ha-AHH'

He pushed his whole length in, quickly pounding himself inside you. Beats hiting your g spot every time. You moaned harshly, eyes rolling back as you could feel dribble moving to reach your ear.

'Fuck your so much t-tighter than I thought' the grip on your waist harsh and heavy, his fingers opening your mouth as you look at him with doe eyes, your tits moving faster with the pace of him. Your clit began to get attention as his fingers prodded at it. Playing with you, tipping you to an edge.

'I'm gonna c-cum...' your words slurred and non comprehensive.

'Fuck- cum for me princess...'

On command you released all over him. Squirting straight over his fingers and clothes. He was no different. White spurts of semen escaping, staining your legs and thighs. His head tipped back as he felt like he was in heaven.

Heavy pants and breathing were filled through the room, as you went to get up and cradle in jeans arms. Until-

'I'm not done with you doll. Do you know the amount of times I've thought about your lips round me, sucking me off? Now I got you here I'm not missing that chance. Do me a favour and get on your knees? I'll be kinder this time'

His tenacious voice coming out sincere and kind. His cock already starting to get hard again the way you obeyed to silently, hands and knees on the floor as you pushed your chest out and opened your mouth. Your tongue lolling infront of him, it's a sight for sore eyes.

'Good girl. Open wide'

'Yes sir...'

He pushed inside you, your warm cheeks hollowed out as you already started to gag on the size of him. Saliva coating down to his balls as he grabbed the back of your head, pushing you down further and further on him as your tongue began to rub against his tip, playing and coating the fluffy tip as his groans escaped his lips. Your moans sending vibrations straight to the core of his dick. His pace fastened and all you were good for now was a whining hole, helping him chase his release as you looked pretty doing it. Red lipstick smeared all down his long vein as you looked up at him. Fluttering eyelashes and pretty makeup ruined from the harsh fucking he's putting you through.

'Fuck fuck...princess get those tits ready...'

You push your tits together, pupils blown out and saliva dripping like a dog. He began to fuck you between your cleavage. Tip hitting your tongue every time. Pretty moans leaving your lips as he reached his high. White and red mixed together in lust as Jean called out your name. Salty taste bittersweet on your tongue as you stayed on your knees even after he was done.

'That was me going easy princess, you took me so well' a kiss was planted to your forehead in praise. You still looking up at him, waiting for your next order.

'Always took you for a harsh fucker Jean...good to know my conspiracy was true'

He kissed your cheek, hand ruffling through your hair as he moved lower to kiss your lips, an intertwining one last time. The semen and lipstick really mixing together.

'Can really taste the candy on you...'

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