a/n- seeing this picture awakened something in me, so i wrote something inspired by it 😋 this is based off of season 4 jean, but after the war, so everything is finally peaceful
i wrote this at 1:30 btw so i’m sorry if there’s any grammar errors. i might’ve fucked up the tenses too but i’m too tired to check
explicit content, minors dni
You leaned against the door frame of Jean’s “office”, which was really just a room for him to paint and sculpt in. Sunlight streamed through the windows, sculpting the planes of Jean’s body, creating a god in its wake. His muscled chest and arms gleaming in the light. He was kneeling over an array of paints, long fingers dipping into different bowls, blending to create his own colors. Jean usually only painted when he needed to get his mind off of something. A distraction of a sort. You didn’t want to disturb him, he just looked so… adorable. Focused. His eyebrows drawn together in concentration. His teeth gnawing on his lower lip, red from the irritation.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash, curses following soon after. “Fuck,” Jean muttered, rushing to stop the paint currently running along the floor. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker at his clumsy movements, resulting in Jean’s head snapping up. His eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting you to be watching him. “Dammit Y/n, you scared the hell out of me,” Jean said, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “I scared you?” you laughed, walking towards his kneeling figure. His eyes trailed up and down your figure, dressed in his white button down and nothing else, besides undies.
“I’m not the one who’s making noise at 6:00 in the morning,” you whispered. Jean’s eyes softened, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to knock them over, I-“ he hesitated, pulling you towards him, arms wrapping around your waist. “Did I wake you?” he asked, chin resting on your lower stomach. “Not from the noise, no. I woke up when I realized you weren’t sleeping next to me.” You wove your hands through his hair, nails caressing his scalp.
He sighed in contentment, his eyelids fluttering closed, nuzzling his face into your belly. “Yw wrr wachng mthe hol tme?” he mumbled, his words distorted because of his current position. “Mhm…” Jean lifted his face away from your torso, “And did you like what you saw?” he grinned knowingly. “More than you could know,” you murmured sheepishly, heat rushing to your face. You let your arms fall away from his hair, and rested your hands against his tanned chest. “Oh don’t be shy sweetheart, you certainly weren’t last night,” Jean chuckled softly, unwinding his arms from your middle. Rising to his full height, he stroked his hands up your arms, grazing your collarbones.
His tall frame towered over you, forcing you to tilt your head to meet his gaze. You only now noticed the faint red lines trailing down his arms and chest. Heat bloomed over your cheeks once more, guilt eating at your insides. A warm hand grasped your chin gently, lifting your attention up towards caring eyes. “You didn’t hurt me Y/n” Jean assured you, “You did quite the opposite.” You smirked at that, pride blooming in your chest. His eyes bore into yours, filling with hunger as if he too was remembering what you two did together. Your smile faltered as his gaze flitted from your mouth to your eyes and back again.
He lowered his mouth to you, his lips hovering over yours, barely grazing them. You nodded slowly, understanding he was waiting for your consent, not for the kiss, but for what was coming afterwards. That was all he needed to continue, connecting his lips with yours in a passionate kiss. It wasn’t rushed or rough, but gentle, making up for the lack of intimacy last night. His hands moved to the nape of your neck while you slid your hands into his hair, tugging lightly. Jean let out a soft groan, grinding his hips into yours. You smiled into his mouth, knowing he was frustrated and needy for any amount of friction.
His tongue nudged at your entrance, to which you denied. Instead, you took the opportunity to bite his lower lip gently, rolling it in between your teeth. He growled and pushed his tongue into your mouth, feeling every ridge and pattern. You moaned at the contact, caressing your tongue against his, building tension. Jean wasn’t one to give up a fight, even in the bedroom. The problem was, you were just as stubborn. Both of you fought for dominance, tongues battling against each other.
You let go of Jean’s hair, slowly sliding your hands down his body until they met the growing bulge in his pajama pants. You ran your hand along his shaft, giving a light squeeze. Jean hissed at the contact, pulling his mouth away, making you smile at the victory. Jean rested his forehead against yours, “You drive me crazy,” he breathed out, staring at you so intensely it sent a shiver down your spine.
“Likewise,” you panted, smashing your lips against his. His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing the backs of your thighs. “Jump,” Jean ordered, lifting you at the same time. You wrapped your legs around his waist, arms around his neck. Jean started to carry you over to the window, slamming your back against it. “Jean!” you yelped, gasping at the feeling of the cold glass against your skin and the realization that anyone could see the two of you. “I want them to see, sweet girl. I want people to know what I do to you, what only I can do.”
He didn’t wait for your response, instead, raking his gaze down your scantily clad body. His big hands grasped your shirt, ripping right down the middle, buttons flying everywhere. “Impatient, are we?” you breathed heavily, arching your back so he could let the fabric fall from your shoulders. “So damn beautiful,” Jean murmured, immediately taking your breasts in his hands, squeezing lightly. You let out a moan, goosebumps littering your skin from the sensation. You weave your hands through his soft hair while gripping on for your own sanity.
Jean lowered his head to your chest and took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it in between his teeth. You let out a whimper of pain, which soon turned into one of pleasure as he swirled his tongue over your swollen bud. His fingers pinched your other nipple, flicking it and grinning when you whine in response. He slowly releases your peak with an audible pop, leaving hickeys along your chest. He continues to leave sloppy kisses down your body and gazes up at you when he comes to your center.
You sigh when he takes the fabric of your underwear in between his teeth, sliding them down your legs. You gasp when the cold air hits your core, closing your legs. “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk,” Jean chides you, taking your ankles in his hands, prying your legs open. His eyebrows shot up at the sight of your cunt. He leaned forward, kissing right below your ear. “You’re practically dripping and I’ve barely even touched you yet,” Jean purred, sliding his fingers along your soaking folds.
You let out a small mewl, bucking your hips into his hand. “Jean,” you pleaded, eyelids low with lust. “Please Jean, I need you,” you begged, watching as he pulled away from your neck and slowly grabbed the waistband of his pants. Tugging them down, his cock sprang out to slap against his lower stomach. He grunted at the contact, taking his shaft in his fist, jerking up and down. His tip was red and inflamed, veins bulging along the side of his cock, pulsing with need. His size would never not surprise you, the sheer length and thickness enough to split you in two. He was big, too big for you.
Pre-cum dribbled down his shaft, showing how much he’s been holding back. “Tell me what you want,” he said lowly, pupils blown out, mouth parted slightly releasing harsh little breaths. “I want you inside of me,” you whispered, watching as he gripped your thighs, spreading them as far as possible while still keeping you balanced on the sill. He ran his tip up and down your slit to prepare you, sighing at the feeling of his cock nudging your leaking hole.
“How could I deny my pretty girl,” He drawls, kissing up your jaw, sliding his tip into you. You hiss at the stretch, eyes screwed shut in anticipation. He groans as he begins to push further inside you, hitting ever ridge. “So fucking wet for me,” Jean growls, eyes flitting to your face, finding you gnawing on your bottom lip, hands clenching around nothing.
Jean continues to slide in, half way into your warm cunt, gummy walls sucking him in. His tip bumps against your cervix, making you whimper and grasp his shoulders. “Shh, I know sweetheart,” he coos, kissing your forehead. Jean begins to thrust slowly, panting into your neck.
“Jean, ‘s too big,” you gasp, fingers finding purchase at the back of his neck. “You can take it, yeah?” he huffs out, kissing you when you nod. “Good girl,” he grunts, slamming his hips up against your pelvis. His movements continue to speed up, his tip ramming against your sweet spot every time. “Jean! Ngh- ohhh,” your eyes roll into the back of your head with every pass over your g-spot. Every thrust sends a wave of pleasure through you, tightening the knot in your core.
“Right there huh?” he mumbles to himself, ramming against the spot once more, resulting in you letting out a sharp cry, Jean’s hand closing over your mouth. “Yeah, right there.” He prods your spongy walls repeatedly, your cunt clenching around him, a tell tale sign of your release. His eyebrows knit together in concentration, muscles rippling in the sunlight.
Your eyelids flutter open to find Jean already watching you. Looking down to where you two connect, the sight pushes you even closer to your climax. He slides his hands under your ass, picking you up and fucking up into you at a new angle. You wrap your legs around his hips to prevent from falling, nuzzling into his neck, releasing little sobs.
Every bounce on his cock felt like a dream, “Please Jean! Ohhh God!” you cry out, your words causing him to slam into you harder, grunts and pants escaping his mouth. His balls slap against your ass, lewd sounds filling the room. With a particularly sharp thrust, you feel the knot in your core snap, warmth releasing along the base of your spine, tingles erupting in every nerve in your body. Your mouth opens in a silent sob, only little whines escaping.
“There it is,” Jean coos, your cunt squeezing his cock like a vice, throbbing from release. Your juices dribble down his balls and thighs. He slows down his pace, stopping completely to walk you to your shared bedroom. He walks to the room across the hall and makes his way inside, your body shaking against his chest. Jean drops you onto the bed softly, taking you by your ankles and drags you to the edge.
He pushes into your sopping entrance, earning a little sob from your lips. He hissed at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him again, not even waiting for you to adjust. He pulls his hips back and slams all the way to the hilt. His cock rams into you at an impossible rate, “You feel so good Y/n, taking my cock so well,” Jean moans, moving you into a mating press, your legs pressed against your chest.
Jeans leans against you, taking both of your hands in one of his, wrapping around your wrists and pulls them above your head. He kisses you hastily, his thick cock bruising your insides, his tip kissing your cervix. You squirm beneath him, everything feels too much, Jean takes his other hand and presses down on your lower stomach to hold you in place.
“Fuck!” you scream at the sensation, his length visible, bulging against your belly. Jean’s hand pressing down against it, igniting another fire in your core. “You feel me sweetie? See how deep I am?” You nod and cry out, tears slipping down your cheeks. He lets go of your wrists, letting your arms wrap around his back.
Jean hisses when you rake your nails down his back, the pain pushing him towards his climax. He snakes his hand towards your cunt, pressing down on your swollen clit. You choke at the feeling, babbling about how good he feels. “One more Y/n, let go for me.” With a sharp pinch to your clit, you come with a cry, body shuddering from the overstimulation. You chant his name like a mantra, delirious from the pleasure.
Your cunt spasming around him and your soft words are what barreled him towards release. Stomach clenching, Jean let go with a guttural groan, his cock twitching inside of you. Rope after rope of hot cum painting your inner walls, filling you up. He collapses on top of you, stuffing his face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily.
After catching his breath, Jean reluctantly pulls out of you, his seed leaking down your thighs and onto the sheets. “I’ll be right back,” Jean whispers, quickly getting up to go get a damp washcloth, coming back to rest in between your legs. “This’ll only hurt for a second,” he assures you, slowly wiping up the mess along your swollen folds. You whimper, you were just so sore and tired. “I know, I know, I’m almost done.” Jean wipes you one more time and leaves a soft kiss on your inner thigh.
He sat up to find your chest rising in even breaths, eyes closed. Jean chuckled softly at your body, completely forgetting he had paint on his hands, all because he was distracted by you. Your skin was littered with colorful handprints, blues, whites, and even greens. You looked so beautiful in the sunlight, your eyelashes resting against your cheekbones, lips parted softly with a light blush coating your cheeks.
Jean picked up your limp body and walked to the side of your bed. He gently laid you down and slowly slid in next to you, pulling your back against his chest. Jean wrapped his arms around your stomach, and tugged the blanket up around you two.
The last thought he had before sleep claimed him is that he was up at 6:00 am to prevent himself from ravishing you in your sleep. Now you lie next to him, adorned with dried paint, ruining his distraction without even knowing it. You were his little canvas.
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