— ‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ wicked .
─ · · ୨୧ · · Jean Kirstein .
KINKTOBER I. overstimulation & orgasm denial
warnings ⭑.ᐟ language, smut!! p in v, squirting, overstimulation, orgasm denial (edging) praise, begging, dumbification, slight degradation, mdni
jean was the perfect boyfriend. he was a gentleman and so, so attentive.
well— usually.
he was so pent up with work, handling cases, trying to serve justice for people. his fingers were constantly tangled in his ash brown hair. he still made sure to hold you. every night before bed, he'd wrap his arms around you, swaying with you slowly. then, he'd whisper sweet things in your ear whilst his warm hands caressed your skin with a low hum. every small reaction, he noticed. even when you think he didn't.
"you like that, hm?" he murmured, his soft lips brushing against your ear.
jean can be a cocky bastard, especially when he's fucking you. but he never loses himself. the only thing that matters is pleasing you. that's all. watching your beautiful eyes cross in pleasure, its like heaven for him. among other things.
when you nodded, his hands continued their seemingly mindless exploration. tracing paths and circles on your skin.
"i missed touching you, baby. so damn bad.. im ashamed that i haven't been... paying attention to you like i should.." he said slowly, inhaling your scent.
"you gonna make it up to me?" jean chuckled, his hands sliding up your navel with a teasing trail. he swayed, his lips met your neck with a tickle of his stubble.
"abso-fuckin-lutely." he whispered. a shiver ran down your spine instantly and his hands ran over the swell of your breasts within the constraints of your bra. his hands cupped and squeezed with intention and care. hums and sounds of pleasure came from your perfect lips while his lips moved against your neck, leaving the sweetest of kisses.
"i can't believe... ive gone so long without touching you.. you're so perfect...." he praised softly, his lips withdrawing from your neck.
his hands got busy with the task of undressing you. his lips eagerly landing on every new revealed spot of skin. worshipping his woman with his mouth.
"so perfect. goddamn... i got lucky." he murmured, guiding you to lay down on the plush bed. eyes lidded over with desire and intent to solely please you. his eyes danced and landed on every part of your body in the most admiring gaze ever. his fingers unbuttoning his shirt and pants with a haste.
you chuckled at his fumbling, watching all of his clothes fall on the floor and he wasted no time once he got all the shit off. he spread your legs apart to peek at your glistening pussy. his mouth was fucking watering. practically drooling over this pussy, he needed it.
in a daze, he dropped to his knees and buried his head in between your legs. tongue ran a slow lap down your puffy and drenched clit and your legs wavered slightly. his lips moved to stimulate your needy clit while his sloppy tongue slurped and slurped at your pussy.
"jean...." you whined, your fingers tangling into his hair with a soft scratch at his scalp. he groaned, a rumble that came from his chest. "i fucking love this pussy." he murmured. his fingers rose and he moved slightly over to introduce his fingers into play. his tongue ran faster laps along your needy clit while he thrusted two long thick fingers inside your dripping pussy.
your moans echoed in the room, the lewd noises of your sopping wet cunt were in tandem. your eyes crossed and the familiar feeling of pleasure rose in your stomach, over and over.
"you sound so fucking good, baby. tell me how good im fucking you. i wanna hear how good im fucking this needy pussy. need to hear it, baby." his lips withdrawing from your clit, looking directly at you. watching your face twist and turn in pleasure.
his fingers dove so deep and hit places so good it made your walls clench slightly. you couldn't utter any coherent words. just mewls and moans.
"hm? what's that? i dont think that's an answer, sweetheart." jean chuckled, running a swipe across your clit with his tongue. your chest rose with every breath you tried to catch and his fingers swirled around and thrusted further. "jeannn.... fuck...!" "use your words, y/n. what do you wanna say to me , hm?" he smirked, your eyes rolled back. "mmph! youre-youre fucking me so fucking good..." you slurred. your toes curled and released with every pump.
"therrree we go... i was beginning to think i fucked you dumb with just two fingers. i know you're better than that. you want more than that." your breath picked up, legs were wobbling.
"jean... baby.... im gonna cum..." his fingers paused. "hold it." his fingers slapping against your clit. you let out the loudest whine he's ever heard. "jeannnn.... please... i need.. i want to cum so fucking badly.. dont do this to me.." you begged, looking at jean with eyebrows twisted in submission. a slap landed once more after a second, then another after a few seconds.
"be a good girl, ill give you sumthin better." jean chuckled and sucked his fingers clean of your juice. on his feet, he leaned over you, his knees digging in the mattress as he has your legs by his ears.
you could feel his thick head, oozing precum as he rubbed it against your throbbing clit and your wet lips. groans left his lips, his gaze fixated on you. warm hands on your waist and a push, he sunk into your velvet walls. feeling your walls welcome him with open arms, coating his dick. your moans and his harmonized.
"fuuuckk... this pussy feels so fucking good..." he breathed as he moved his hips at a steady pace, repeatedly hitting that perfect spot. tears welled up in your eyes from sensitivity and pleasure, you whimpered and slightly squirmed. he held in you in place. "cmon... fuck... take it for me. you're already doing so good. make me proud..."
your toes curled and your whimpering was loud.
"i cant... it's too much..." you begged. "you can, hold it so i can slut this pretty pussy out. " he groaned, his hips moving faster, his short nails leaving crescent shaped marks in your plump flesh. he kept hitting that spot and that familiar feeling in your stomach rose strongly until it became a shiver. you clenched around his dick. he immediately stop with groaned.
"you gotta wait for the magic word, princess." you whined, your clit was throbbing so unbearably. the cold air brushing past it made it even more insufferable. his hips slowly began to move again, his fingers rubbed at your clit much faster than this thrusting and it was so overstimulating. tears ran down your cheeks.
"jeann!!!" you moaned, squirming under him. his head hit that perfect spot a little faster and his fingers rubbed simultaneously a bit slower. your legs were trembling slightly. your walls were clenching around his thick dick.
"go ahead, love." he panted, fucking your faster and rubbing at your clit just as fast. you moaned, with his name loud on your tongue. liquids sprayed on his neck and chin. he loved making you squirt . he loved watching it even more.
"that's my good girl."
