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stretch you out • jean kirschtein

the fact I’ve never written about jean over here..is insane! but I’m just imagining him with a size kink, trying to prep you to take his dick and I 😵‍💫

themes: black!fem reader (thick descriptors), established relationship, choking, fingering, spit play, lots of praise, him talking you through the nut (cause he’s a lover boy fr) 🥴, .2 seconds of aggression, daddy’s used a couple times, hair pulling, creampie, squirting

you knew he’d be a problem the day you met him…that there was something special about that fine ass boy with the dirty blonde hair always stealing glances of you from afar in the classroom. He had a certain charm; one that you rarely saw around your college campus from a lot of these dudes. kind, sweet, laid back but still popular all the same and a true gentlemen in every essence of the word.

jean kirschtein: played on the soccer team, pledged to a frat and even worked at the local coffee shop. Which is where your paths first came to cross. During a crunch for midterms and in the midst of pulling an all nighter, you decided to pay a little visit to this cafe, hoping for a little liquid boost of energy to get through this hellish study session. He was friendly, took your order and even brought it over so you didn’t have to interrupt your concentration. Such a sweetheart and it set the tone for how the rest of your relationship would develop..

“(y/n) was it? Now I can finally put a name to that pretty face. It’s nice to formally meet you.” The first true words he spoke to you outside of your order he had just taken. With only one sentence, he had you swooning..swayed by his words and his actions even more. Offering to walk you back to your dorm once he closed up for the evening as it had gotten late.

so naturally, it came as no surprise when only six months would pass before he’d end up making you his. Smooth talking his way into your heart and did it work. Bagging that beautiful, quiet girl that always wore the wired rim glasses, dressing so cutely like a quintessential school girl in those little skirts and crop tops that made your ass and tits sit up so amply and your thighs look godly. (those were his favorites). Or even on your casual days, with your hair wrapped up in a headscarf and a sundress on that perfect body; mocha brown skin just glistening in the sunlight. That plump backside bouncing with each step. It drove him crazy sometimes how fine his woman was. They could have their stick figure cheerleaders or sorority girls, everything he needed was right here. He loved a girl that had more to grab.

which explained why he was over in your dorm at damn near midnight, laid up in your bed..pressed skin to skin with a hand around your throat. His gold wristwatch grazing your jugular as he held you close. The stubble of his beard grazing the side of your face as he fed you kisses. The opposite hand? Sank two fingers deep into your soaking heat. Legs spread wide and one even draped across his left hip as he lie on his right one, moving those digits in and out..your perky tits sitting upright as he pulled them out of that tank top and sucked on the nipples..leaving you a pathetic, panting mess..

“Jeannn…I’m gonna come, baby..” (y/n) cried out but he’d only soothe your cries with gentle kisses to your cheek and temple. “Shhh..not yet, princess. You’re not ready. I’ll let you know when to let it out, okay?” cooing so sweetly; you couldn’t think of a time when he didn’t handle you gently. But tonight, he required a little more care, as it had been some time since the two of you last made love. An entire month and a half to be exact. With sports and clubs taking up all of his time and scholastic meetings stealing yours away, it was hard to get together. But he cleared his schedule just to have you and he wanted to make it unforgettable.

up and down, you’d glide on his perfectly manicured hands, taking them to the knuckled hilt as he pushed them back and forth. Your silky cream slathered all over it and his palm but he loved the mess. Especially the slight trail of drool spilling from between your plump, gloss stained lips that he’d swipe up to lube your already dripping sex. Eyes glazed over in a haze of ecstasy from being finger-fucked. He loved seeing you go completely dumb like this. It wasn’t meant to torture you..honestly. But he had to be certain you could handle his cock after all those weeks had passed. The last thing he wanted was to ever cause his baby any pain so he’d take all steps necessary. Even if it meant stimulating you to the point of tears..

“I know you want this dick, sweetheart. I know you want me to fuck you but this little pussy’s so tight..she’s closed up on me and I don’t want to hurt you. So can you wait for me, hmm? Can you let daddy stretch it out for just a little bit longer?” sweet talking with his thumb sliding over your clit. when he put it like that, he could get whatever the hell he wanted! So you’d just keep moaning, rolling your hips to meet his thrusting and even pulled him into a kiss to muffle the sounds.

he wasn’t exaggerating though..his shit was indeed big. Thick and curvy but long in length; pushing every bit of nine inches. You recalled the very first time you two had sex and he couldn’t fit it past the tip. Squirming and shaking, trying to take the dick but to him, training you for it was half the fun. Sometimes making you wear controller vibrators as you walked around campus, instructing you over FaceTime what to do with your dildo as he stroked himself in the camera..just so he could have you creaming on him later. Patience was a virtue with this man and he’d take all the time necessary to ensure that you were ready to live in his skin when he finished.

but with your smaller hand grasping for his sheathed member, shielded behind those grey sweats, he knew he better had hurried up. Placing a gentle peck to your temple once more, Jean just chuckled and sped up those movements. It was only a matter of time before you soaked your own bedsheets and he wanted to feel that for himself so he’d move those lips over to your ear, whispering so sweetly.. “pull it out for me, baby..”

urging you to stroke it in your palm once you did. It was already standing at attention with only being semi-hard..so once you began to massage it, that precum seeped out and it grew larger. Feeling you clamp down on his fingers, spasming for more to fill that needy hole, he’d tug the digits out, placing them between your lips to be sucked clean. With pitiful tears streaming down your face, Jean made certain you felt at ease before he went any further. “Good girl..so pretty sucking on these fingers.” Doting on his beautiful little slut as he tapped that tip against the opening of your slit. He’d readjust so that he was in position to fuck you from the side.

stirring up that sticky mess and smacking noises in the process. Even laying it flat across your tummy so you could get a visual of how deep he’d be. “God, it’s been too long, baby. I can’t wait to give you this dick…it’s gonna feel so fucking good.” Bringing that hand on your throat to the back of your neck, he’d make certain that you could see every bit of his movements; tilting your head downward “Now..I’m gonna start putting it in. You let me know if it’s too much, okay?” His message received loud and clear..and like that, he’d start easing it in, slowly puncturing that entrance with his cock head.

in all honesty, you weren’t much in the mood to be teased after waiting so long but the foreplay was just what you needed because he slid it in as if it were nothing. It was only when he reached the halfway mark, did (y/n)’s toes begin to curl and you’d clutch his tattooed forearm. “What’s wrong, mama? Are you alright?…can I keep moving?”

trembling, you’d nod your head, assuring that you were just fine..that he just felt so fucking good. “Mmhm, I’m fine..” With that, he’d proceed and keep pushing until seven and a half inches filled your throbbing cunt; splitting those plump pussy lips open to press through those walls.

“Fuuuck..right there.” The words leaving both of your mouths simultaneously, a sign of just how incredible it felt. Tight as you were warm and slippery, the initial sensation was reminiscent of the first time. Reminding of how you made him feel like a new man every time he was in it. And you, quivering and chewing that lower lip, longing for him to start moving. But first, you’d find your hand moved to the center of your belly; your coffin shaped acrylics and charm bracelet resting on your skin as a placeholder of sorts for him. “Hold that there for me, m’kay?” smirking before he marked your temple with another kiss. An indicator of what was to come. Seconds later, he’d begin moving..

in and out, he’d start with slow and gentle pace..just trying to get his feel and gain a rhythm. Soft popping sounds, followed by squishing rang out and you’d look over to see Jean’s eyes closed with his head tilted back. Whatever you were doing to him, it was like bliss. Being inside of you was every bit of heaven..and he never wanted to go this long without it. Meanwhile, he’d bring his cupped hand back around your throat and thrust up into you at a steady pace..

“Just like that, baby..oh, you feel so amazing.” crying out and declaring as he got deeper. Shoving that large, pale hued cock through those tight walls. It’s making him harder to watch that wetness glisten on his tip and shaft and those pretty pink folds grip him with each movement. Pretty soon, he’ll be touching the inner corner of your cervix and prompting you to squirt if he’s not careful! But that’s exactly what he’s hoping for when he grasps you by the top of your head and tugs it downward. He wants you to see just what he’s capable of..and trust, you’re feeling it when those deep strokes had reached full force. Making the bed and your legs shake in the process.

“Look down, baby..look how good you’re taking this fucking dick..got me putting it in your stomach and shit. Don’t ever keep it away from me this long, you hear me?!” The slightest hint of aggression beaming through as he clutched your wrapped up butterfly locs underneath the silk material of your bonnet. With your hand pressed to your lower abdomen, you could see and feel that hard on trying to come through your skin. Flesh colliding in a loud, thunderous clap. A sure fire sign that he was fucking the hell out of you.

but he needed his own vindication..from your own admission that it felt incredible. “Yes daddy, I promise! Just don’t stop..” single tears falling from each of your eyes in pure pleasure of what he was doing to you. With him bulging through your tummy and you clamping down so fiercely, there was only one inevitable ending: you making a mess and that was apparent by the tiny spurts and splashing against his base. He could tell that you were incredibly close, only mere minutes..if that, away from a climax. You needed to come and quite frankly, so did he.

both of you would burst at any minute so Jean would dial it back with gentler strokes and even softer kisses, preparing to get you to your peak. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna come together..just listen to me and I’ll make sure you get there..that alright with you?..” hanging on his every whim and word, waiting for the moment that you could finally release as one. His voice sounding like sex within itself. Turned you on every time..

but you’d give him a reassuring nod and like that, he’d start taking you through the last stride. Peppering your jawline and cheek with sloppy pecks, Jean began whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Telling you how good you had been and he was so proud of you for opening up so nicely. He was constantly doting and giving you encouragement to keep going. Because before long, you were going to let it out for him and vice versa. “M’baby ready to come? Ready to make a mess on this dick? How about take my nut..you want it?”

questioning rhetorically in the sweetest, high pitched tone and seconds later, you felt that thumb pressing to your clit and rolling around to create friction. Equally at his limit, his thrusts became sporadic and he could no longer stay in it consistently. “Oh yessss, that’s it..right there. Hold it and when I tell you, come for me, okay?”

and before you could take another deep, hard stroke, he’d grit his teeth and urge you on with that rapid rubbing before grimacing in your ear to let go. And you did disappoint! Flailing about, (y/n) cried to the top of your lungs, grasping the sheets, his arm and anything you could find as his coated cock was forcefully pushed out by a heavy stream of squirt; coaxed out by the light taps against your cunt. That was a sight that would never get old.. “good girl…squirting on my dick, making a mess. That’s what I need..”

but even after that little display of waterworks, your hole still spasming in response..Jean filled it to the brim once more once he was done aiding you, in hopes to release his own load. Placing his palm back on your stomach, he’d hold you in place, pinning you to the mattress so that he could stuff you with his cum. It was the last bit of energy he had left and you obviously couldn’t take anymore so with it, he’d pump profusely until you heard his breath catch..eyes widening and a loud gasp follow. Suddenly, your womb began to feel warm and full..

“OHHH! Take it, take this nut, baby. Take it all from meee.” That needy and vulnerable cry struggling from the back of his throat whilst he spilled every single drop of his seed into that beautiful body of yours. Neither of you were of coherent mind; just trapped in the glory that was afterglow and reveling in it. A cloud you didn’t want to come down from..

as you did though, he’d slowly pull out, dragging strings of semen along with him and pulling your frame even closer to his than it was. Meeting for a loving, passionate and lengthy kiss, your tongue collided and danced in harmony as magic had been made in that room tonight. Your hot, sweat slicker bodies finally feel the cool air and lying in one another’s arms for warmth. He’d flip you over to cradle yourself in his grasp and nuzzle your face into his neck.

“I love you, (y/n). Don’t forget that, no matter how much time has passed.” affirming with a peck to your forehead. And you’d do the same, leaving a trail of them on his neck, just enjoying the feeling of being embraced by your baby yet again..hoping it didn’t end anytime soon.

“I love you too, baby. Always..”

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