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missmeinyourbones · 2 years
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jean kirstein x reader (NSFW 18+)
afab!reader, pet names (pretty girl, good girl, baby) oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex, stomach bulge, size kink, creampie, not proofread lol, minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. 
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Jean is a gentleman—in all definitions of the word.
He always puts your pleasure above his, constantly so delicate and courteous when it comes to your preferences. He’s in tune with your moans and whimpers. He knows which shallowed breaths mean more and which mean too much. He knows your ins and outs, like the back of his hand—always doing his best to make sure his girl feels good.
Maybe that’s how you found yourself sprawled across his bed, back flat against his mattress as he leaves terribly tempting kisses on every inch of your body.
His kisses flutter down your abdomen, and each one feels like a tiny little spark against your skin as he slowly inches further down towards your heat. 
“Jean,” you breathlessly pant, trying to express your gratitude to him through quickened sighs, “You don’t have to.”
While your words are shy and gracious, the sensitive reaction your body has to his hot breath hitting your clothed cunt is a clear indicator that you want nothing more than for him to completely devour you. 
He smiles to himself at your kindness, always thinking of him and putting him first. If his mouth wasn't already watering with desire and his head wasn’t enthusiastically dipping in between your legs, he’d kiss you. 
His head barely comes up, as he makes eye contact with you from between your thighs, silently demanding you to look at him. Hear his words and listen to what they mean. 
“I want to,” he assures you, placing a tiny peck to your clothed clit that has your back arching and hips bucking into his nose. 
He laughs at your eagerness, so cute and all for him.
He removes your damp panties and practically moans at the string of slick that collects and webs from where it’s attached to your cunt. He allows a slender finger to collect its sweetness and bring it up to his mouth, wanting to forever savor your alluring taste on his tongue.
Just as you’re about to whine and tell him to stop teasing, you feel his tongue flat against your core, licking a hefty swipe before his thumb finds your pounding clit.
“Pretty girl,” he practically moans into your pussy, sending vibrations into your bones as you try (but fail) to quiet the babbling cries coming from your throat. 
Jean sees you holding back and does his very best not to audibly tsk at your selflessness. He wants to hear you, all of you. He wants you loud and pretty and messy, all at his hand—or rather his mouth. 
He sucks on your clit a little harsher, allowing your cries to break through your swollen and bitten lips.
“My pretty girl,” he clarifies, and suddenly you're seconds away from reaching your high. 
“Jean, m’close,” you warn him through breathless cries as you feel your stomach burn with release. He smiles into your pussy, and the feeling of his teeth gently grazing your clit is enough to send you over the edge.
“Atta girl,” Jean praises as you cum on his tongue, lapping your essence like a starved man, “Feel good for me.”
When your mind somewhat clears and your body tries to recollect its strength, Jean kisses up your body with purpose. Sweet pecks dancing on your abdomen, chest, shoulder, neck, then jaw. When he reaches your lips and you let a soft please bury into his mouth, the fire in his stomach is reignited once more.
He slightly pulls himself off of you, supporting his body weight with his forearm on the headrest of the bed as he removes his boxers, freeing his pretty pink cock to the heavy atmosphere of the room.
His size shocks you every time, always staying the same but somehow still rendering you speechless and a bit worried that it won’t even fit. Jean sees your eyes gloss over with the odd combination of lust and worry, and his hands immediately finds your cheeks, locking you into a kiss full of tongue and passion. 
“Talk to me,” he commands, having sensed your slight anxiety. He knows what you’ll say, what you’ll always say, but he still finds himself asking. Needing to hear your voice and express your concerns, as they go straight to his heart and his ego every single time. 
A bit embarrassed as usual, you barely utter against his lips, “S’too big, Jean. Won’t fit.”
“But we always make it fit. You always take it so good, yeah?”
His words go right to your core and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Jean sees the intoxicating effect that his praise has on your body—and like the addict he is, he wants another hit.
He brings the tip of his cock to lightly, barely slide between your folds. He smears the precum oozing from it all over your puckering hole as you writhe against the sheets.
“Like the good girl you are. For me, right?”
You moan crudely, and whether it’s from the sensation of his dick between your folds or the praise of his words, Jean doesn’t know.
He aligns himself with your entrance, watching your face morph with oohs and aahs as he teases, “How about the tip? Just the tip, baby, promise it’ll feel good.”
You nod out of pure muscle memory and he slightly thrusts into you, your body contorting at the stinging pleasure. He feels giant—bullying your tiny pussy with the stretch of his girth. You find it hard to collect yourself as your chest heaves and mouth goes dry.
“You-” the words fall as short as your breaths, trying to open your eyes through clenched teeth as you adjust to his size prodding at your hole, “You said jus’ the tip.”
Jean crawls closer to you, cradling your head in his hands as he coaxes your neck to look down to where the two of you connect. You open your eyes and see the tip of his thick and girthy cock between your folds, almost slipping out from how soaked you are. He smirks against your skin as he watches you come to the realization. It is just the tip. 
You moan lewdly at the sight of him slightly pulling out, his fat tip covered in strings of slick as he pushes it back into your heat. Your head rolls back at the stretch that somehow walks the tightrope of being far too much for you to handle, as well as not nearly enough to satisfy you. 
“Not enough for you?” Jean’s saccharine voice nearly groans as he pushes a few more inches in deviously slow.
“What about half? C’mon baby, just a few more inches,” he begs, hands and lips all over you as he works his way in and out of your sweet cunt, slowly inching deeper with each thrust as you acclimate to his size. 
“C-can’t, I can’t. S’too much, I-”
“Hey,” his calloused hand on your jaw pulls you out of your lust-clouded brain as much as it possibly can. He holds your face until you open your eyes and stare back at him, his pretty hazel eyes dripping with adoration as he watches your chest heave and your face contort with pleasure and pain. 
“Breathe with me,” he commands, almost like a reminder, as you inhale deeply through your nose and attempt to let your body relax into his grip. His cock now pulsing so deeply inside of you feels like a natural piece of you. The burning and stretching slowly subsides as Jean hears your tiny whimpers at his lack of movement—his signal to do something, anything, to make his baby feel good.
He slowly but surely begins to rock his hips into you, the veins of his cock dragging along the inside of your gummy walls so deliciously. 
“That’s it, baby,” he coos, hearing your moans increase in volume and need, “Such a good girl, always so good f’me.”
Again, Jean’s hand finds your neck and gently forces it to look at where his cock relentlessly abuses your tight hole. You crane you head down to see the mess he’s making of you and it’s embarrassingly obscene. 
His giant cock pulling and pushing in and out of you, disappearing into the warmth of your cunt with loud and lewd schlick sounds. You feel a mixture of your juices running down your thigh and into the back of your knee as Jean continues to fuck you senseless. You see the creamy ring of cum forming at the base of his cock and your cheeks flush red. 
“Look at you, fuck, look at you takin’ all of me,” he praises as his hand presses flat against your tummy, feeling himself thrust in and out of your smaller body. 
You throw your head back in overstimulation at the sudden pressure, but Jean pulls it right back with a heated kiss filled with spit and tongue. 
“You feel me, here?” he coos and presses harsher onto the soft spot of your stomach pouch and it’s all too much. You can’t think or see straight, you're not even sure if you’re still breathing. You're just taking what he gives you, letting him love you with his cock as he feverishly aims to turn your mind to mush while pleasing you. 
“D-deep,” is all you can whimper out as he relentlessly fucks himself into you.
He groans loudly at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, squeezing him as the familiar coil in your stomach continues to burn brighter. You feel your second orgasm of the night threatening to spill over into your entire frame as his tip kisses your cervix over and over again. 
“Fuck m’cumming, Jean,” you squeal out, follow by a senseless string of babbles thanking him, his name leaving your lips like a hushed prayer. You repeat it until it doesn’t even sound like a real word anymore as he continues you pump himself into you, letting you ride out your high that’s shortly followed by his own. 
“I know, baby, I feel you,” he holds your body as it spasms in his grip, ropes of his cum painting your walls white as it spurts periodically into your weeping cunt, “I got you, show me how good you feel.” 
Your vision fades to black as your whole body tenses through your orgasm. After a few moments, your frame stills—suddenly exhausted and inebriated at the pleasure it just endured.
Jean lightly collapses on top of you, allowing himself to remain inside of you as he softens. He experimentally rolls his hips, which results in an immediate yelp from you and a plea of it being too sensitive. He laughs as he settles down next to you. 
“See,” his gleams with pride as his lips find your temple quickly.
“You take it every time,” he praises, giant hands rubbing your stomach as he catches his own breath, leaving tiny kisses all over your shoulder, down your arm to your hand.
He kisses each knuckle, each fingertip, before he finally finds your lips once more, “Have a little more faith in yourself, yeah?” 
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bleubrri · 2 years
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⟡ ゚ ៹ it’s a beautiful night — jean kirstein
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22:14pm
wheezy laughter fills the room as you both collapse back onto the couch. the strewn around bottles of mulled wine and half-discarded carton of eggnog are what you’re choosing to blame your acceptance at jeans offer to dance on. it’s not that you don’t like dancing with him- you love it actually- but the boyish spontaneity that usually makes you laugh and roll your eyes was nothing but endearing when your adorable wine-drunk boyfriend had insisted on a competition to the music of the montage as Elf played on the tv screen.
“i totally won!” you say, breathless and smiling and in love.
“cartwheels aren’t dancing, you’re just a show off.” you pinch at his cheek that’s dusted pink from his efforts in parading around the coffee table with his legs in the air.
“cartwheels aren’t dancing, you’re just a show off.” you pinch at his cheek that’s dusted pink from his efforts in parading around the coffee table with his legs in the air.
jean sighs and accepts defeat, if not just to see your eyes shine as you pump your fists in the air in obnoxious triumph. when your fists flail a little too close to his face he’s quick to grab them and lift your hands to graze his lips over your knuckles. he kisses your pulse-point on the inside of your wrist, making his way up your arms.
“and what––” he begins to pepper featherlight kisses along your collarbone, igniting flames in your chest, “does my oh so humble winner wish for their prize?”
you release your hands from the warmth of his to press down on his chest and hover over him, situating yourself over his clothed cock.
“i can have anything?” you blink at him innocently.
“anything.” he whispers, craning his neck to catch your lips in a dizzying kiss. jean thinks that your kisses have to be laced with valium, addictive and over far too soon. he groans and chases your mouth for his next hit when you pull away a fraction. your chuckle is light and your breath warm against his ear as you lean into him.
the moan of his name has him twitching in his pants as you press your core against him, “jean i want––” he’s rolling his hips and humming to urge you to speak before he starts stating what he wants. his breath hitches as you lick a slow stripe from from his jugular to just behind his ear, his heartbeat thrumming faster under the heat from your tongue.
“i want cake.” you state, pulling away to stare down at him, your eyes sparkling and lips pulled up in mischief.
“you–– what?” he pouts, incredulous and horny and pretty sure no supermarket is open this late on christmas eve to satiate your cravings.
he audibly groans when you rise off of the couch to stop straddling him, taking your warmth and ignoring his desire. jeans hands reach out for you but you’re quick to sidestep him and make your way towards the entryway.
you take on a singsong tone, “c’mon jeanie! shoes on, your winner wants cake!” and jean shamelessly stares at your ass as you bend down to tie your converse laces. he glowers at you with no real malice as you snicker and throw a scarf at his face and his jacket over the half-hard bulge in his pants.
“you’re lucky i love you..”
22:50pm
“damn.” you frown at what’s shaping up to be your third failed attempt to claim your prize as you stare at the cake-less shelves of the 24h gas station. the door chimes as you exit, catching jeans attention and he turns to face you. you perk up at the sight of him–– his orange beanie making his hair spike against his forehead, matching scarf wrapped up to his nose- courtesy of you- and his long eyelashes dusted with the light snowfall that surrounds you. he’s too cute for his own good.
you sigh dramatically and bury your head in his chest, wrapping your hands around him as you feel his chin come to rest atop your head. “think i’m ready to call it a night..” a low hum in his chest rumbles against your cheek.
he’s silent for a moment, his arms a comforting weight draped around your waist. “how bad d’you want that cake?” he asks carefully.
“more than anything in the world, jean.” you deadpan.
his fingers begin to toy with the hem of your shirt, exposing your skin to the crisp, blue air and making you shiver. he clears his throat and you look up at him, but his eyes dart to the floor in a shy manner that’s unlike him. he mutters lowly, “there’s this chapel on the boulevard,” and your brows raise. “they, uh, they give out cake to the newly wed couples? like vegas! but it’s like,” he swallows the fear that feels like marbles in his throat and continues, “it’s like really good cake, y’know? i’m talking costco sheet cake level good, babe it’s like––”
“jean.” you whisper, feeling him tighten his grip around your waist.
“it’s just a dumb idea but i mean… we could always get it like, annulled or whatever in the morning? i got maybe 40 bucks on me? probably enough for a marriage licence but it’d be one expensive cake––”
“jean.” you say, firmly enough to bring his eyes back up to you. the tops of his cheeks are flushed and you can tell it’s not from the cold. tilting your head to place a chaste kiss to his lips, you feel him sigh against you.
“are you asking me to marry you, you idiot?”
“i’m… giving you an ultimatum for cake.” he huffs.
the absurdity of the situation isn’t lost on you, despite the lingering buzz from the decent amount of spiced wine still swimming in your system, but maybe it’s the devestating, hopeful look in his eyes or the fact that you’re desperately fucking in love with him that has you saying,
“yes.”
“yes?”
“yes.” you start to laugh, but jean is quick to swallow it down. his hands are cold as he cups your face, but with his tongue against yours and your blood fizzling with want in your veins, you’ve never felt warmer.
23:01pm
“jean we don’t have time for this!” you call after him as he exits the car to jog back to the gas station door. it’d been all of 3 minutes since you’d gotten ‘engaged’ and he’d started the car, beginning to dive before slamming on the breaks and shouting, “rings!” you barely processed his train of thought before he was leaping from his seat and fishing for coins in his jacket pocket.
craning your neck out the window, you see his tall figure crouched by the kids’ toy machines and can’t help the smile that fights its way onto your face. “you’re ridiculous.” you say as he clambers back into the car, grinning and opening his large palms to reveal four little plastic packets.
“pick two.” he commands “one from each hand.”
you sigh, reminding him that the chapel closes in an hour, but nevertheless reach out to choose two. the giddy ripping of plastic reveals the packets contents: for you, a cherry ring pop and a ‘sapphire’ ring and for jean, blue raspberry and a ‘diamond’.
the plastic rings are comically small, with yours unable to go past the knuckle of your ring finger and jeans just about fitting his pinky. he seems more interested in the sweets anyway, “if you kiss me long enough after these our tongues’ll be purple.” he smirks and wiggles his eyebrows, his diamond clad hand coming to rest dangerously high on your thigh.
you swat at his arm but make no real move to remove his hand. “just drive.”
23:36pm
the chapel is pretty much what you’d expect from a vegas-style hole in the wall on christmas eve, absolutely deserted. you actually startled the receptionist who was on the edge of sleep when you’d barrelled in with a gust of wind on your tails. he’d sighed and handed you some paperwork that you both promptly filled out, taken the grand total of 37.40 from jean who so chivalrously offered up his 40 dollars, and gestured to the hallway where you were now waiting. holy shit you were waiting to get married.
jean was sucking on his ring pop, his lips already tinged blue as you fidgeted on the hard seat of the chair. he said nothing, just reached over and laced his fingers with yours and began running his thumb in soothing lines along your hand.
“got your vows ready?” he pipes up.
“oh yeah. all here.” you tap your temple. “you?”
“uh huh. wanna hear ‘em?”
you nod and he says your name, becoming serious.
“you are… the apple of my eye. the ache in my loins. the throb in my–– ow!” the whack to the back of his head echoes through the empty corridor.
“you’re insufferable.” you mutter, bringing your ring pop to your lips to hide your smile.
“and you’re stuck with me.” he wiggles his pinky in your face–– you wouldn’t be surprised if that ring is permanently stuck on his finger, “foreverrr.”
you suppose he meant for it to sound teasingly menacing, but it just makes your smile widen and heart race and brain flood with everything you love about him.
23:59pm
the cake is painfully mediocre. you’re both huddled on a bench opposite the chapel, overly sweet icing coating your gums as you wait for the clock to strike.
“so, dear husband, care to explain yourself? what happened to ‘costco sheet cake level good’?” you say, pushing the remains of the sponge around on the paper plate with your fork.
“details of the cake may have been… greatly exaggerated.”
“any particular reason why?” you’re fishing for something and he knows it.
“maybe i just enjoy lying to my dear wife.” you pout and jean can’t help but let his stare linger on your lips, a little cracked from the cold and stained cherry red.
“i think,” you start, tossing the sad excuse for wedding cake into the bin behind you, “you just really wanted to marry me.”
he pinches your nose playfully that has you trying to resist him when he pulls you to his chest. a moment of weakness as the chiming of the clock makes you jump results in him pulling you flush with him, his lips barely touching yours as he whispers, “maybe.” his admission has you smiling and closing the distance between you.
00:00am
the clock continues to ring, 12 consecutive chimes that jean pulls away with as they conclude. his eyes are glassy as he blinks away the snowflakes that litter his lashes and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.
“merry christmas, mrs kirstein.” <3
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a/n: now you might be thinking, a christmas fic? in a july heatwave? yes, shut the fuck up!!!
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zujime · 2 years
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just thinking about when you’re getting ready to do the freak nasty with jean, connie, eren, or armin and you stop right before taking your clothes off cause you’re insecure about having pubic hair down there.
jean would reassure you that it’s normal and show you his little happy trail that connected to a light brown bush, in hopes that you’d feel somewhat better, but if you don’t feel like it anymore he’s more than willing to just cuddle or something.
armin who also would try to softly talk you out of that insecurity, telling you he has one too if that makes you feel any better (and he probably is insecure about his too), before sheepishly showing you his. he also wouldn’t pressure you into continuing.
connie who would already be booty-butt-ass-naked saying “shouldn’t everyone have that? anyway look at mine!” he’d kind of see it as a competition and get jokingly (or maybe literally) sad if you have more than him. man would be showing it off like a trophy. wouldn’t be serious about any of this and would probably forget you guys were about to fuck.
eren who’s only in loose sweatpants that he swiftly tugged off to show you mini eren’s well kept mane, looking at you like there’s something wrong with you before going over to you and continuing where you both had left off unless you don’t feel like it anymore.
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tatakaebomb · 2 years
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Knock knock
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ꕥ Pairing : Neighbour Jean x Y/N
ꕥ Synopsis : Learn to knock next time! Or maybe don’t…
ꕥ Word count : 1.4k
ꕥ A/N : Confident jean brain rot okay stfu
ꕥ TW : vouyerism, thigh humping, creaming, suggested pussy fucking lol, oral, masterbation, perv jean & y/n ig, size kink, drug usage, teasing, cum licking, finger sucking, pussy cupping, spanking, under the influence sex, probs more 18+
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Today was a long day, you had rowdy customers, you got stuck in traffic, manager wouldn't stop whining all day, not to mention the amount of college work you had to fall back on. You were stressed out your mind, nothing could cheer you up at this point.
Walking into your apartment you sighed happily at the feeling of an empty home. Finally, some peace and quiet, some time for yourself.
You were at the age of 21 and nothing was coming worse to you, your financial issues were getting so bad you had to offer out half your apartment. Luckily your new neighbour soon became a friend of yours, the occasional hi and bye went a long way between you two and that soon turned into more. His name turned out to be jean kirstein , he's 21 like you, studies marketing and business and - like you - is broke. It doesn't help the fact all he really does is party and smoke all the time, but your no personal parent of his to comment on that.
'Cant wait to shower..' you murmured, slipping out of your clothes and turning the tap on, hot water dribbling down your body as you sighed in ecstasy. You felt yourself getting more and more tired at the feeling of the water. Planning on going bed and sleeping right after.
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'Mmm...shit.....' 'fucckkkkk....'
Noises from outside your door stirred you awake, faint grunting and moaning coming from the living room ticked you off enough, your lack of sleep really playing up at this time.
'What the fuck?' You blabber, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to hope this was all in your head. But no, the noises kept going on, getting more frantic and louder. Grunting you strolled out of bed, walking over to the door and swinging it open.
No other light was on beside the living room light, you began to get more unhinged at the feeling of someone breaking in and entering, especially when there's only one of you against the thief.
'If anyone's there, I'll phone the police' you call out, taking small slow steps towards the room.
The small dim of a light that creaked through the door was enough to show you what's going on. Crouching down slightly you gripped on the handle, peaking through the creak only to see something you wish you didn't.
There sat your neighbour, legs splayed out slightly as his hand gripped tight on his cock, rubbing at an agonising face, head fallen back and mouth agape.
You felt intrusive, a small gasp mustered out your lips as you realised what was going on. Only it wasn't small and you accidentally pushed the door open, falling face first inside.
'SHIT Y/N!' He shouted, grabbing a pillow to try cover up his indecency
'I PROMISE ITS NOT LIKE IT LOOKS.'
'Were you watching me?!'
'NO- no- I mean I was but I didn't mean to-'
'You didn't m- what?!'
'As in, I thought we had a robber, so I went downstairs and saw a light and looked inside and saw you but I promise I didn't see much I didn't-'
'Okay okay it's fine just calm down.' He sighed, pulling up his pants and helping you up. The palm of one of your hands rubbing against your bruised forehead. 'You hurt?'
'No I'm fine... imma just go bed'
'Well your down here now, just stay'
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You and jean were no stranger to each other, and that was so evident. But hanging out for this long, one on one felt nice. If only you didn't feel so awful about the earlier event...
‘When was the last time we spoke like this’ he asks, turning of the television and glancing at the clock to read the time : 3:11am
‘Like, three weeks ago?’
‘I forget how good it feels to speak to you, your not so much of a handful you come of as’ mockingly pinching your cheek, he snickers as you roll your eyes.
‘Me? Your the one always making a mess…’
‘Pretty sure that’s all you doll.’ Was his last words, before getting distracted, the room silenced, nothing but the comfort of his body near yours was felt.
'Jean...' you mumble, watching him take a hit from his spliff, offering you a drag but you politely decline. Head already spinning from your previous hits.
'Hm?'
'About earlier...'
'Finally ready to admit it?'
Admit what? You think. Eyebrow tugging upwards as he doesn't even look at you, too busy burning out the rest of the spliff.
'Admit what?'
'Admit that you lied. You knew I was in here and you deliberately creeped it. I ain't gonna kill you..'
'I- what? No. It was a genuine accident'
His eyes flicked over to you, analysing your frustrated face, eliciting a laugh from the pits of his chest before he turns to you. Cupping your face and squeezing your plush cheeks. Laughing as he watched your lips pucker up.
'Accidents happen... could've been worst anyways. Could've walked in on me having sex'
A laugh left your chest wholesomely, but he didn't nothing but smile at it. Loving how the sides of your eyes start to crinkle and the quiet air fills up with the sound of you. His eyes still forced on yours.
Jean may of been your neighbour, but the way he was staring you up made you have that gut feeling that this wasn’t impulsive… that he might’ve been wanting you for longer than you thought
'You look better up close...'
'What you tryna say?'
'Always taking things so defensive.' He chuckled, grabbing your arm to pull you closer. You felt your cheeks heat up, his fingers stroking gently at your skin, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. 'You always this bold? Or is it the weed talking?'
'I think I can handle a few hits okay?'
‘Really? Let’s hope you can handle this’ Dragging the spliff to his lips, he takes one last hit. Bottling the smoke inside of him before nearing your lips, pulling them open and exhaling inside you. The border of yours lips drying up as he stares deep into your eyes. Only to plant his lips straight onto yours, hand cupping the back of your head to pull you closer.
It carried on like that, your wet lips smashed against his as you made out, his arm pulling you onto his lap, boner nudging your already wet pussy as you began grinding onto him.
Parting from you, he took in your body. Finger moving to tweak at your tits, making you blush and swat him away. ‘Nervous thing aren’t ya?’
‘No…’
‘Yeah you are…’ he smiles contently ‘Can already feel how wet you are…’ hand cupping under your pussy, helping to push in slightly and feel how you began to drip
‘Jean…’ you moan, hand leaning down to claw out his cock, watching it slap against his stomach. The small cocky smirk on lips tugged up as he stared up at your expression. Eyes wide open from shock at how big he was, your smaller hand no match for the width on him. ‘Oh my…’
‘I thought you were confident?’
‘I didn’t expect all this…’ you spoke, starting to line yourself up, only for his hand to swat you away, face squirming up at his denial
‘You blue balled me not long ago and now your tryna have sex? I’m not that easy.’ He laughed, watching your shocked expression ‘you gotta earn it.’
‘How?’
Hiking you up, he pushed you onto his thigh, guiding your hips so you begin riding it, your small hands gripping his shoulders. ‘Get off like this’
Reluctantly, you pushed yourself on and off, head rolled back as he laid back and watched, analysing how your tits began moving through your top, and your lip quivering as you go faster and faster, the girth on his leg letting you spread out wider and wider.
‘Jean please…’
The tremble of his leg bounced you up and down, a fast gasp eliciting from your mouth as you gripped him closer, foreheads connecting as his knee moved quickly enough to almost get you off, the angle your at hitting your clit gently, agonisingly teasing you. Your soft moans like music to his ears ‘fuck I-I’m close’
‘Already? Wow you don’t even need me do ya?’ Spanking the side of your leg, grabbing the flesh of your ass and clenching it hard between his fingers.
‘No- no please… I do… fuck I’m s-so close..’ your lips slammed onto his angrily as he moved faster, vibrations sent in and out of your wet pussy, the slick of you pulled into your underwear, dampening the surface and leaking onto jeans exposed skin underneath you, small coo’s of ‘fuck’ in one of your ears and out the other. ‘Ah yes- yes…’
You felt it trickle out of you, head leaned back to catch your breath, the ooze of your cum leaked onto him. Your wet cunt already throbbing for more, his thigh had you cumming so fast imagine what his cock could do. Stretching you out and pounding you so hard you’d be sore for days.
‘Took you for a squirter not a creamer… maybe that’ll change’ laughing, he places you down. Gathering up some of your cum and tasting it, only to push those same fingers down your throat and tear off your panties, mesmerised with how wet you were, your cunt practically glistening.
‘Oh and just to let you know’ he looks up from between your legs, watching your teary eyes swell from how much he’s teasing you ‘I was thinking bout you earlier..’
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ohimsummer · 2 years
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red-handed
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jean  + “Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?”
18+ smut ahead, minors dni please
content: jean x fem!reader, semi-public?, oral [f.receiving], finger sucking, jean being an asshole, 
“Hey, Springer, have some self-control during class time.”
The rest of the students in the class snicker and giggle at Connie as he groans aloud and scowls. “Yes, Mr. Ackerman.”
“Be more like Y/N, she never makes any noise during calls. Is class boring you, Connie?,” teases Sasha.
The sentence trails off in your mind, you don’t even hear the end of it. Mr. Ackerman wasn’t directing a question at you, so luckily there’s no need to risk opening your mouth and letting any unwanted noises slip free.
A quiet giggle from your boyfriend reaches your ears. You glower down at him where he’s kneeled between your legs underneath your desk, fingers dancing around your inner thighs. Jean wiggles and thrusts his tongue inside of your dripping core, and then offers you an innocent grin at the sight of you sharply sucking in air.
“Y’know, she’s so right, baby.” You’re not even looking at him anymore, but you can still make out the mocking tone in his taunt. “You’re so good at keeping your composure.” He leaves a wet kiss on your clit and titters when you grasp at his shoulder. “Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?”
You’re about to chastise him when a voice catches your attention. It just had to be your professor at the worst possible moment. You didn’t even hear what he said. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ackerman, could you, er, repeat that?”
The expression on your teacher’s face would have been more than a little amusing if Jean wasn’t prodding the tips of his fingers around your pussy. You discreetly attempt to bat his hand away, but all your efforts accomplish is getting your fingers trapped between Jean’s lips. If the blush on your face wasn’t visible before, you’re sure it’s evident now as his tongue toys with your fingers and he drenches them in his spit.
You’re barely paying attention when Mr. Ackerman is speaking again. “I figure since you have the highest grade in this class, you can explain to Braus and Springer here why we’d die if stars were in front of the moon.”
All you manage to get out is half your answer. “Of course, Mr. Ackerman. Stars are technically smaller suns, which means them being in front of the moon would likely burn us ali-,ah!”
You slap your hand over your mouth. Your eyes dart back to Jean, and you hate him so much right now. You hate the stupid, smug look on his face, you hate how pretty he looks with your fingers down his throat, and you especially hate how deep his fingers are buried in you right now.
“Everything alright, L/N?,” Mr. Ackerman asks with a raised eyebrow.
You turn your attention back to the computer screen and struggle to explain yourself. Jean doesn’t let up the thrusting of his fingers, in fact he speeds up and even curls them to hit that spongy spot inside you every time you try and get words out.  
“I-, uh, yeah, Mr. Ackerman!,” you barely manage to gasp out,” I’m just, ah, babysitting my friend’s cat and h-he brushed, ah, against my leg.”
He gives you a look as if he doesn’t believe a word you just said, but Mr. Ackerman chooses not to push the matter further. “Hm. Okay, then. Guess you’re lucky class is over, seems the little guy wants some attention.”
You stare down at Jean once again. He removes your fingers from his mouth to give your clit a harsh suck. You don’t know if you want to kill him or kiss him first. “Yeah. Yeah, he’s been really begging for my attention, sir.”
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lue-arlert · 2 years
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please, PLEASE write the "two at once" prompt with Reiner and Jean 😩🙏
Well hello there uwu
I’d be happy to deliver
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Content warnings: dp, anal, creampie, pet names, mentions of fingering, brief handjob
Reiner smirked at you from across the table, pinching his nose gently as he awaited your answer.
You were still stunned, staring at him with large eyes and parted lips. “C-can you ask that again?” You questioned softly, glancing from his golden eyes to amber ones of his friend beside him, who was stroking his large fingers along the small line of hair over his jaw.
“How do you feel about two at once?” The blond asked again. “Me and Jean—at a pace that’s comfortable for you, of course, baby.”
You’d never explored the idea of a third with Reiner. You knew of his bisexuality and accepted your boyfriend just as he was, but you never knew of his interest in having you with another man at the same time.
“Um… Jean’s okay with it?” You glanced to his friend again, who nodded with a smile.
“Yeah,” the brunet chirped. “I know this isn’t going to be anything romantic—purely sexual, I could never do anything to come between you guys.”
You took a deep breath and turned to Reiner again. His serious demeanor didn’t falter, and you knew he wanted this, not just for himself, but for you as well. Your pleasure was always important to him, and if he trusted that Jean would be a good addition to bed, you nodded your approval and whispered, “Yes, okay.”
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Later in the evening, you laid against Reiner’s bare chest, your own body completely nude as Jean spread your knees, nearly drooling at the sight of your dripping, throbbing pussy he’d just gotten done fingering moments before.
“Reiner, she’s beautiful.” He smirked as he shifted on his knees, scooting closer to you.
You were panting and blushing, out of breath from the way he’d touched you in tandem with Reiner palming your breasts causing a wealth of overstimulation in your body.
“My girl is a goddess,” your boyfriend whispered into your hair. “Aren’t you, baby?”
You nodded gently, glancing up at Jean. “Y-yeah…”
Jean smiled and leaned forward to kiss your nose, then asked, “Are you ready for us?”
You nodded again, then felt Reiner’s hands drift down to your thighs, scooping underneath the muscles and lifting you with ease, revealing his leaking cock, to which Jean quickly lubed up with the bottle he snatched from his side on the bed.
Reiner groaned at his friend’s hand pumping his cock to prep him for you, then watched over your shoulder as Jean spread lube over his own thick dick.
“Deep breaths, baby.” Reiner whispered against your shoulder, kissing it gently as he lowered you, shifting his hips so his cock prodded at your puckered hole.
You gasped, and your eyes began to water when Jean scooted closer again, guiding his own cockhead between the folds of your pussy to gather up your slick before pushing into you.
Yours hands clung to Jean’s shoulders as Reiner lowered you further onto his cock, both men groaning as they each took up space within your body. You cried at the feeling of being so full, and after feeling like you were stretched and ready, you nodded the OK for them to fuck you.
Jean began to rock his hips, gasping against your cheek as he leaned his face into yours, his brows furrowed and gathering sweat already. “Shit, Reiner, she’s so tight,” he hissed, dragging his cock through your rigid core.
“Best pussy a man could ask for,” Reiner grumbled proudly before sucking on your neck to mark you. “Best fucking pussy.”
Jean nodded in agreement and watched the way your tits bounced as Reiner lifted you effortlessly over his throbbing dick and hearing his friend grunting at the way your ass hole squeezed and clenched around him. “Can I cum in her, Reiner?”
“Fill ‘er up,” Reiner groaned, leaning his head back against the wall behind him. “If she’s okay with it.”
“You want me to fill you up, pretty?” Jean asked softly as he fucked you, his balls slapping against Reiner’s where they met at your center. “Stuff you full of my cum?”
“Pl-please,” you nodded, wrapping an arm around his neck and gazing up at him watering eyes. “Want your cum, Jean.”
“Fuck, okay,” he panted, jaw dropping at the way your pussy fluttered around his girth. “Gonna cum,” he warned as he sped up his pace, reaching around your waist to hold onto Reiner’s.
Reiner grinned proudly as he planted his feet and lifted his hips to fuck into faster, making your body jerk against Jean’s. “Take it baby, you can do it,” he groaned into your ear, “make me proud.”
You nodded as you felt your own orgasm building, gripping to Jean firmly as your toes curled and legs bent tightly over Reiner’s hold on your thighs.
Jean groaned as he felt you clench over him once again, and stilled his hips against yours as he came hot and deep inside of you, pressing his lips into your cheek. “Shit, fuck,” he whimpered your name and gasped as he felt your walls squeeze him with your orgasm waving through you.
Reiner kept his pace, relishing in the sounds of his girlfriend and best friend reaching their highs, before he met his own and unloaded into you, gasping and smiling at the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you. “Shit, baby, that was amazing.”
“Indeed it was,” Jean chuckled, bringing a hand up to your face and stroking beneath your eye. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
You nodded with a shy smile, whimpering as he pulled out of you and looking down to watch his cum drip onto the sheets.
Reiner lifted you off of him and rested you between his legs, holding you close and waving for Jean to join. He curled up against your belly, wrapping his arms around the two of you and humming contently to himself, glad to have been given the opportunity to share the night with you both.
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7inaa · 2 years
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Just thinking of jean in the summertime
His skin goes all tawny and the previous fine brown hairs on his arms now look sliky and gold. Same goes with the hair on his face and around his forehead, his peach fuzz highlighting his cheek bones, it’s kinda weird he looks like he’s always glowing. His Hazel eyes look even more prominent and way more yellow than brown, he looks like a fox. Especially with his hair all wet and slicked back when he’s beckoning you over so you join him in the pool. Admiring you from your pretty white toes to your braids. Sighhh, Jean in the summertime>>>>
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oh-katsuki · 2 years
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jean has an artist’s hands. wide palms with long and nimble fingers. they’re strong, but they don’t look it, instead taking on a more delicate appearance. even tones of flesh color them, with the bones of his hands being just barely visible when he moves each finger individually. you can see the tawny skin pull over his knuckles, the way the muscles beneath it shift and stretch. 
to the touch, they are rough. paint-caked and dry from how often he needs to wash them. when jean washes his hands the sink is painted in bright greens, blues, and reds swirling across the white porcelain of the bowl. you’d expect such lovely hands to be soft, like butter because they absolutely look it. but jean’s are coarse and when they are not rough to the touch, they are slick with cream, a balm artists often apply to keep their skin from cracking. 
they’re not unpleasant to touch or to hold though. they’re firm and sure. when jean takes your hand or your body in his wide palms, he does it with intent. the same way he would hold clay to a wheel or a paintbrush to paint wide and deeply colored strokes. 
but they are an artist’s hands. dry and coarse and paint-caked with evidence of his passion carved in. 
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akisbrew · 2 years
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Random Jean K. Headcanon ❧
Since Jean’s accident he has come to hate physical touch when it’s sourced outside of sex.
Due to his trauma, scars, and the hate he has for his damaged body and for himself as a whole he isn't good with the pure kind of intimacy that isn't driven by lust alone.
Hand holding, holding someone close, or being held in return are all things that make him want to crawl out of his skin. It makes him extremely uncomfortable and anxious.
However, there is only one person’s touch that makes him calm instead of crazy, one he’s slowly finding himself craving, one that he actually allows and that’s Y/N.
This why he tries to find every little opportunity to be in contact with her as much as he can.
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missmeinyourbones · 2 years
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“let’s kiss, just to see what it’s like” (jean kirstein x reader) (wc: 850+)
inspired from this list of prompts
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Drunken nights spent with Jean in the confines of your childhood bedroom weren't all that unfamiliar to you. 
You may have outgrown the stains on your rug and the neon colors on your walls, but you’ve yet to get tired of the man sitting across from you, his long legs folded like a pretzel as he takes a large swig of the alcohol in his cup. It’s warm, familiar, you think, as you slowly intoxicate yourselves with cheap wine and giggles about nothing in particular. 
However, what is unfamiliar are the words he casually bares; they cut through the air like a steel sword as the warmth of the room turns into a sudden overbearing and sweltering heat. 
“Let’s kiss.”
You try your best to not choke on the sweet liquor you’re sipping on, but a tiny cough bubbles up from your throat regardless of your attempts to swallow it down. 
“Sorry?”
“Let’s kiss,” he repeats without hesitation, but after carefully assessing the panicked look on your face, he’s quick to elaborate with a shrug of his shoulders, “Just to see what it’s like.”
Just to see what it’s like? 
You scoff out of uneasiness, a weak attempt of playing your anxiety off as annoyance at his flirty manner. He’d always been one to make teasing comments, but they were jokes, they didn't matter, because you were friends. 
But if you’re truly just friends, then why does your heart feel like lead as it sinks down into your stomach at his words? 
You continue to blankly stare at him, waiting for his just kidding or in your dreams to come, but they never do. His honey eyes simply bore right back into yours, almost as if he’s challenging you to respond to him. Your body instantly reacts to his suggestion by heating up all over, so you do what you do best—you ignore him and deflect his words. 
“You’re drunk,” you simply state.  
“Tipsy,” he quickly corrects, “And so are you, so it cancels out.”
Again, there’s no point in arguing with him when your body feels like it’s on fire, so you scoff once more before hiding your flushed cheeks behind a drawn out sip of your drink. You pray it’s enough to be a successful attempt at hiding how flustered you actually are. In fact, anyone who doesn't know you would think that you're completely and utterly irritated by the persistent idiot currently pestering you. 
However, Jean knows you. He knows your ins and outs like a book he’s written himself. He knows your hardcover illustration and the soft pages of your delicate chapters. He knows your crooked spine and your personal annotations. So no, your aloof facade doesn’t sway him—if anything, it lights a fire beneath him to keep persisting. 
“C’mon,” he ushers you with a light bump of his shoulder. The liquid in your cup gently swooshes around the plastic ring from the impact as he continues, “You’ve never thought about what it’d be like?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
He’s taunting you—getting you all riled up for his own personal amusement. He’s purposefully pushing all of your buttons he’s oh so familiar with, just to get a rise out of you. But, you're not going to give it to him—not without a little bit of a fight, at least. 
“Maybe,” you bite back with an edge, as you down the rest of your drink and turn towards him. His raised eyebrows tell you that he’s a bit surprised at your courage, but still entertained with what he’s set into motion. 
You’re eyeing him directly, silently challenging him to do something. If he’s quick to talk and tease, he might as well prove himself. You're eyes fall from his own down to his lips, before quickly returning to his stare, “What if I am? What are you gonna do about it, huh?”
For a second, a split second, you feel like you’ve won. Jean is almost silent as he surveys your smirk, revealing your own satisfaction with your response. 
Your upper hand is short lived because suddenly he’s closing the space between the two of you (not that there was much to begin with). He’s overwhelmingly close and yet it’s still not enough—you still find yourself wishing he was closer. His lips are ghosting over your own, barely allowing them to touch but you feel the warmth of his breath as he exhales gently. 
Millimeters seem like miles as his lips stay there, waiting for you. Itching to touch one another, but stubbornly grounding yourselves as you mentally beg the other to move. Like a game of chicken, the two of you silently mock one another as you wait to see who bites first. 
And it’s him. 
“The second you give me the okay, I’m going to kiss you,” he whispers so quietly, you wouldn't have heard him if you weren't already staring at his lips, “That’s what I’m gonna do about it. Okay?”
You release a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in, and Jean’s close enough to almost swallow it.  His eyes are pleading you to give him the green light, to want this as badly as he does. 
And you do—your response is music to his ears. 
“Okay.”
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chrollohearttags · 4 months
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aot boys + ovulation week (feat. armin, eren, ony, connie, jean and reiner)
exactly as it sounds, another one of my early morning thoughts getting the best of me..a little drabble, nothing more lmao! This is also filthy
content + themes: black coded reader, ovulation, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, squirting, masturbation, birth control, brief mentions of anal sex, spit play, fingering and some other thingsss
📝: this literally came to me out of nowhere. They are not fact or gospel, just my own opinion. But I could be wrong, feel free to change it how you please.
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eren • the tease: the second he gets wind that you’re ovulating, it’s almost as if he takes the shit as a challenge. He doesn’t directly say anything but he notices the signs fairly quickly. The way you clench your thighs together when he’s around, flustering when he has no shirt on, etc. he finds it so cute in fact that he can’t help but to make your life harder. It’s not a matter of if you’ll cave to your urges but when and he definitely tries to speed up the process. Smirking once he realizes why you’re acting so strange. Walking around the house in gray sweatpants with no boxers, touching you even more so than he already does and is just incredibly flirtatious. Even grabbing your waist as he walks past you in the kitchen. “What’s wrong, princess? You look a lil’ tense, c’mere.” “I’m fine, Eren. I promise..” but he knows better than that when he catches you touching yourself because he happened to say something in passing earlier in the day that turned you on. (mind you: he called you a ‘good girl’ whilst the two of you were doing your morning workouts because you finished a set) but he doesn’t care..now that he sees you writhing around, spreading yourself open and stuffing those nimble little fingers in that dripping pussy, he’s glad to come help. “Look at you..so cute. I knew it.” And you’re in for it now because it doesn’t take long before he’s got you in his lap, back pressed to his chest with your legs spread completely apart as his larger digits are now thrashing around inside of you with a thumb on your clit and he’s whispering in your ear. Pinching your nipples and even kissing on your neck whilst he watches you turn into a drooling mess. “…You just needed me to come help you out. I’m right here..let daddy take care of you, baby..imma stretch that shit out. Use all them’ pretty holes..how’s that sound?”
armin • the sneak: he’s not dumb by a long shot! If anybody can sense when it’s that week for you, it’s him. The brainiac even has it down to a science..even if you don’t tell him, he can guess from the time you’re off your cycle till then. And once he does guess correctly, he’s on the hunt then and you’re his prey. He tries to use reverse psychology and all the other nonsense to lure you in. He clearly sees you’re trying to avoid him and not cave because he knows you’ll pounce like a wild animal the second you do. He’ll say things along the lines of: “it’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Or “..I just thought you looked so pretty today, that’s all. I couldn’t help myself but I understand. We can wait until you’re ready.” After an intense makeout session that stops right before things get too far gone. And while he’s playing his little innocent act, you're frothing between your thighs and praying that he rips your clothes off right then and there. He also gets a kick out of seeing you get aroused by the simplest things. For example, when he’s fixing something in the house and his veins protrude from his hands and you wish it was your throat he was squeezing. It doesn’t take two hours, less known a week for you to give in and all but beg him to fuck you! And he’s excited because this man all but dreams of getting you pregnant! “I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetheart..all you have to do is ask.” Declaring as you find yourself on your knees, swallowing his dick whole (because he knows it gets you so wet) before he lightly cups your chin and fills your mouth with spit before rewarding you with a kiss. “Might even put a baby in you..you’ll look so fucking good.”
onyakopon • the pleasure dom: this man…this man right here. You might as well be prepared to block his damn number because he’ll have you ready to live in his skin when it’s all said and done. He knows you’ll try to evade him and act as if you’re just busy but he knows. He can tell you’re nervous around him or not wanting to make eye contact but he wants you to admit it. Tell him what it is that’s really on your mind. “What you acting so shy ‘round me for? Don’t be like that, ma. I’m your man. You can tell me anything.” As if he doesn’t already know you want him to use you as a fleshlight and make you come until you’re seeing stars. That much is apparent by the way you’re rubbing up on his chest, twirling his gold chain and biting the tip of your finger whilst you’re laying in bed. “What’s up with you, mama? Sum’ on your mind? Tell me what you want..” And it doesn’t take him long to deduce or figure things out when you start to move that hand lower towards his gym shorts. Naturally, he strives to give you exactly what you want so moments later, he’s between your thighs, allowing you to rub on his head; wrapped with a silk durag as he devours your pussy. Sucking and lapping on your clit…drinking in your juices. He knows you get wet but it’s not even a full ten minutes of him pleasuring you that you found yourself squirting into his mouth. Of course, there isn’t a single complaint from your man. He lives for it! “Lemme have that shit..c’mon, baby.” Adamant on the fact that he’s not coming up until he’s certain you’re satisfied. Fuck his own pleasure. And once he sets you atop his dick, bouncing you up and down, he’s focusing solely on you. On your orgasms, on the way your body reacts and especially how much you’re gushing down his shaft with those creamy juices. Squeezing him so tight as if you don’t want to let go. “Take that dick, baby..get your nut. That’s all I’m worried ‘bout right now. Get your fucking nut.”
connie • the freak: mr. constance shows no restraint as is but when you’re ovulating, it goes from bad to worse. Because he knows you won’t hold back either. So nothing is off limits! Every position, every kink, every type of nasty, salacious thing you can think of, he’s using this week as a means to let them all out. Your sex drive is super high so he’s matching your energy tenfold. “Imma fuck the shit out you, wait till I get home.” Vowing with conviction when you send him videos and texts throughout the day filled with freaky treats. The stuff you’re saying to one another is down right deplorable but you love every moment of it. He gets especially excited when you send him a small clip of you touching yourself and the web of arousal is twirled around your nails. You find yourselves engaging in every debaucherous activity possible from letting him bend you over the kitchen counter, legs spread open as he pounds you relentlessly..hands on your throat, hand roped between your thighs as it strokes your clit and you’re so sensitive, he loves it. He’s kissing on your neck, telling you how pretty you look. It’s bliss for the both of you. But then things intensity and Connie is NAWT playing. When you keep begging him for more, he doesn’t hesitate. He does everything he can to fulfill your filthy urges. Exploring every kink that you guys have wanted to try. Sucking toes, spitting in your mouth, fucking your throat..he’s using every hole you have. Even that one..he may even throw some liquor or weed into the mix and things really get fun. “Open that shit up, baby. That ass feels so fucking good. Love how nasty you get f’r me..” y’all literally never rest when that week rolls around!
jean • the bedroom bully: jean is a whole lover boy, no doubt..but he’s lowkey a bully in bed! Jean sort of likes it rough and he lovesss that you never shy away from telling him how you’re feeling…sometimes! When you’re ovulating, it depends on how you’re acting and how he’ll proceed. If he knows you’re in the mood and you’re being a bit more aggressive than usual, he’s with it. He’s loving that you’re tugging at his belt buckle, begging to suck him off.. “yeah, baby? That’s what you want? So what are you waiting for…suck this fucking dick.” Petting your head on the way down and trust, he’s not gentle about it. Even making you hold it in place.. “this is what you wanted, right? For me to treat you like a little slut? C’mon, baby..answer me.” Slapping your cheek in the process. If he’s feeling extra rude, he might deprive you. If you’re acting a little shy, he’s gonna find out what’s going on. He’s aware that you can’t control yourself and he doesn’t hold it against you (but he certainly exploits it!) When he sees you on your phone and acting a little secretive, he gets curious..only to find out you’ve been watching porn and he had a field day! “You’re really something else this week..” Pushing you against a wall, shoving his fingers into your panties and roughly grasping your chin as he forces you to keep eye contact. “What’s this? Can’t even wait for me, huh? That’s alright, I’ll take care of you.”
reiner • the breeder: good god, need I say more?! This man’s breeding kink stays on go as is but when ovulation week rolls around, you have to all but lock his ass out of the house because he’s going to be on you so bad and honestly, you want it. You want him just as desperately so you have to be the one to exercise caution because you know he won’t! You’re up against the kitchen counter or folding laundry and he’s all up on you..touching, kissing and licking on every inch of your skin, just not wanting to let go.. “Reiiii, baby..we can’t, not right now.” Whole time, you’re dripping between your thighs, your nipples are erect and you even find yourself whimpering and rutting yourself against him. “Really, sugar? Because the way you’re grinding on my dick says otherwise.” And it’s on from there, you cave! You cave bad..allowing him to bend you over right there, hoisting your skirt up and fucking you like an animal. You’re both so unhinged and primal; moving about the house in different positions, getting filled in each spot. He’s filled you with so much cum, he can barely even stay in it. You’re scratching at his back, faintly grasping him because you’re terribly overstimulated. “C’mon, darling. You can take one more f’r me. You’re gonna look so good when I fill you up..give you my baby.”
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7brownsuga7 · 21 days
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Happy international women’s day lovelies <3
It’s international women’s day, so what better way to thank you and show you his admiration than having his cock curving into you, brushing against your tight walls and hitting your cervix? Having you cry out in pleasure as he thrusts into you repeatedly, not giving you a chance to catch your breath.
He’s so thankful to have you in his life. He wants to show you how empowering you are, and how much you inspire him. He wants to use this day to show you that he recognises all of your aspects and contributions.
He’s shown you how thankful he is for you, told you, and now he wants you to feel it. The great woman that you are… The good woman that you are…
So ready for him to fuck you like his life depends on it. Burying himself inside of you with so much precision and eagerness that it has you crying out for him. Nails clawing at his back, leaving your mark so people know he belongs to you.
The flower arrangement sits on your bedside, a small gesture to show his appreciation for you, even though at the moment he’s showing his appreciation in other ways.
Despite his harsh thrusts, his hands are careful as they roam your body. Touch like silk. His words just the same, so soft and delicate as his words flow through your ears and run through your body, making your pussy clench around him. Your juices coating his cock and the sheets below you. You’re always so wet for him.
“Nghh please” you cry out as his balls repeatedly slap against your ass, him hurried deep inside of you to the point he’s knocked all the air out of you.
“Please what baby?” He looks at you to see if you’re in any pain. He knows he can get too carried away, he can’t help it. Especially when he can feel your pussy clenching around him, sucking him in.
“Too good” you let out a breathy whimper, “too good” he kisses your collarbone as he whispers an “I know”. His own voice failing him as a whimper escapes his lips too. Head falling into the crook of your neck as he lets himself bask in everything that is you. Your pussy, your scent, your embrace, everything about you.
And when you both cum undone, him throbbing inside you as you both come down from your high, thick liquid oozing out of you, mixing with your juices, is when he’ll remind you of how much you mean to him.
And he’ll fuck you again and again and again, because showing you his appreciation is better than just telling you.
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honeybleed · 2 months
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— ★ TRYNA THREEWAY WITH HIS ROOMIE // JEAN KIRSTEIN & CONNIE SPRINGER
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content & warnings: fem!reader, reader is kinda ditzy bimbo x sunshine, modern au, reader, jean and connie are all in their mid twenties, jean and connie are roommates, reader is in an established relationship with jean but connie has a crush on her, porn no plot, smut mdni (breastplay, groping, oral. f & m receiving, piv protected sex — backshots from connie lawl, cum swallowing, degradation — connie n jean both kinda mean calling reader a whore n slut but not overboard, they both compete during it) look at them 😵‍💫
author’s note: fine, i’ll do it myself cos some of yall forgot jean and connie are best friends! also this is just kinda smutty so not my best work 🚶��‍♂️ also dis was inspired by a tiktok edit of connie n jean to paper soldier by brent faiyaz but i lost it 😔😔
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“Oi, oi, where are you going?” Jean asked, lips swollen and smeared in lipgloss as Connie got up from the couch.
“I’m tapping out for the night bro. I promise you I got better things to do than watch you eat your girl’s face off.” Connie replied in a wry tone.
Saturday nights were always movie nights for Jean and Connie. Well, it was originally Jean, Connie and Sasha but Sasha moved in with her boyfriend.
Ever since you and Jean began to date, they were always cut short since Jean just could not for the life of him keep his hands to himself if you were in the same vicinity as him.
Connie thought you were a good match for Jean.
Jean had a stick up his ass the majority of the time, but when you swooped in the perpetual scowl etched into his features gradually faded away.
And there was no denying you were sexy.
He had pangs of guilt when he bumped into you in the kitchen Sunday mornings, Jean fast asleep and you were at the coffee machine.
It was out of his control, the way his mouth went dry and his cock twitched at your ass and hard nipples peeking through one of Jean’s baggy shirts that draped to your knees, but managed to settle just above the curve of your backside.
It was just difficult not to stare. He settled on trying to be cold and distant but when you said as a passing comment to Jean you thought Connie didn’t like you, he nearly kicked his ass.
“You make my girl upset and I’ll break your jaw.” Jean hissed.
“Jeez, I got it!” Connie grumbled, rolling his eyes as his thumbs whirled over the joysticks of the controller. He knew Jean could do that but he never took him seriously.
“I’m being serious, Con. She was real torn up about it.” Jean said sternly.
Connie was getting sick of Jean. He let out a sigh as he paused the game to turn to face his best friend.
“Hypothetically speaking, why is it such a big deal if I didn’t like her? Huh?”
Jean groaned.
“She’s a little sensitive. But that’s just how I like her alright? How’d you feel if I was being a dick to your girl?” Jean responded, scowling.
Connie pursed his lips together. Jean did have a point.
Back to current events, he eyed you as you were perched on Jean’s thigh.
“You jealous, Connie?~” You teased in a sing-song as you ruffled Jean’s sandy brown tresses.
“He got a pretty girl and don’t know how to act no more.” He chuckled to himself. “Try n keep the noise down.”
“I’d let her fuck you, y’know.” Jean said with a smirk.
Connie’s jaw went slack, disbelieving what he had just heard right now.
“…Huh?”
“Well, yeah.” Jean shrugged. “My baby thinks you’re cute, and I’d let her do anything she wants. Right, honey?” Jean said airily, as he leaned in to bite your neck, causing you to jolt and giggle in his lap.
“Jean..!” You whined, sensitive to the graze of his sharp teeth.
“You’ve gotta be messing with me right now.” Connie said, struggling to keep composure as all his prior fantasies of you hit him like a truck.
“No, Con..”
Why do you say his name like that? Connie internally cried to himself. It wasn’t helping douse the flame of his attraction to you whatsoever.
“I think you’re a cutie pie. I wanna have some fun too, I think you’d both do a good job of spoiling me, huh?” You beamed, your hand on the nape of Jean’s neck as you raked your fingers through the ends of his mullet.
Jean dug the heel of his palm into your clothed core, eliciting a moan from you.
“See how sexy she sounds, Con?” Jean grinned wolfishly as he continued to apply pressure, making you squirm and involuntarily buck your hips into his hand, seeking more. “You wanna make her moan too?”
Connie was in a state of complete and utter disbelief. Regardless, his eyes glazed over as he nodded.
“That’s my guy.” Jean said triumphantly, within an instant, he threw you into the air and caught you bridal style, laughter overtaking your body as you draped your arms around Jean’s neck.
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The dim light of the bedside table in Jean’s bedroom illuminated both of the men’s eyes.
You were just so damn gorgeous, they stood side by side as you looked at them coquettishly through your lashes.
You began to pull down the straps of your romper, sliding it off until it was around your waist.
Connie felt as if he died and gone to heaven when he gaped at your bare chest.
“Which one of you wanna start..?” You questioned, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, thrilled at the idea of both of them about to treat you.
Jean patted Connie’s back.
“Go on. Make my princess moan, hm?” He chuckled, as he began to tug his navy blue shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, revealing his lithe and toned figure.
Connie’s tongue dragged over his lips as he fully took in your appearance.
It wasn’t as if Connie was some inexperienced virgin with no play. It was just an uncanny situation.
Jean and you were so eager to do this, he felt as if there had to be some sort of catch.
“Hi handsome…” You cooed as Connie got on his knees on the carpet of the bedroom, between your legs, you gently smoothed his head and rested your hand on the nape of his neck. “Strip for me?”
He nodded, instantly discarding his shirt and shrugging out of his shorts until he was in his boxers.
“Ah, so there is a bit of muscle here?” You smiled as your palm slid down Connie’s broad chest. You raked your nails across his skin, earning a soft grunt from him.
“Not as good as mine though, huh babe?” Jean chuckled.
“Shut. Up.” Connie said through gritted teeth, then turned his attention back to you.
Testing the waters, Connie settled his hands on the bare skin of your hips, it wasn’t some sort of wet dream. This was reality, so he gripped your flesh, as his brown eyes took you in.
You were gazing at him so fondly, his heart was racing and the tips of his ears went red.
“Just do what comes naturally, okay?” You reassured him as you stroked the back of his neck again.
“…Okay, Y/N.”
Connie fluttered his eyes shut as he began to gently peck upwards along your soft stomach.
You let out a content sigh.
“Con…” You breathed out, revelling in his soft touch. It spurred him on, and Connie felt accomplished that something small already made you so reactive.
Jean grinned as he leaned in, standing next to the bed to press his lips against your neck, his hand wandering down your body to cup your breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
“Keep goin’ Con, she’s liking it.” Jean chuckled as you mewled and scrunched your eyes shut.
Connie nodded and latched his mouth onto the other breast, flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue as his hands still gripped your hips.
He felt more bold now, and he yanked the romper off completely.
“No panties?” Connie chuckled darkly, as he licked his lips at the sight of your pussy, slightly slimy from your arousal from both of their ministrations. “Who knew your girl was so dirty?”
“Why do you think I’m all over her?” Jean responded as he wrapped his large hand around your throat, his thumb and forefinger gripping your jaw. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you honey?”
You nodded, mind dazed from the pleasure and dirty words.
“Mhm, yes…I’m a slut.” You mustered out.
Connie felt a bit more eased in, his apprehension and frigidness fading away.
He looked up at you with a grin, big brown eyes sparkling with excitement as he spread your legs apart, giving your inner thighs a gentle lick and kissing them.
“Please…” You whimpered.
Jean grinned against your neck.
“Please, what, baby? You want us to keep going?" He took one of your earlobes between his teeth and tugged gently. “Tell us what you want."
“Want you both…make me feel good.” You breathed out shakily.
“You heard her, Jean.” Connie grinned.
Connie was in his element. He loved going down on a girl. He was smiling from ear to ear as he was given a front view of your slick folds.
His breath fanned over your wet heat, and your eyebrows furrowed together in impatience.
“Stop teasin’!” You whined.
“Jean, is she always this impatient?” Connie snorted, amused by how desperate you were.
“It’s cute..” Jean shook his head laughing. “But yeah, my princess is pretty spoilt.”
Connie delved in between your legs, his tongue flicking over your clit eagerly, weaving expertly within the crevices of your wet flesh.
Your moans only spurred him on even more, he latched on and sucked harshly. Connie grinned deviously at the sound of your desperate pleas.
He teased you more before leaning down to lavishly kiss and lick between your thighs.
Jean still palming and kneading your breasts, sliding his large hands along your sides pinching your nipples as he worked to fulfil you.
Connie’s tongue played along your folds, circling your clit a few times, he was overjoyed with the way your body reacted to his every touch and tease.
“Don’t forget about me, baby.” Jean murmured as he tilted your head up to meet your lips hungrily, moving against you as he sucked your lower lip.
Pleasure circulated through your veins as the two men were consumed with satisfying you.
“Con…” You groaned as you felt your high approach you. “S’close.”
Connie grinned and quickened his movements, licking and sucking on your clit, sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body.
"Just let go, princess," He whispered against you, his tongue and lips still working away. "We've got you."
Your voice was hoarse as you sobbed, and your hips bucked violently. Body shuddering as a stream of clear liquid gushed into Connie’s mouth.
“That’s it, there we go…” Jean grinned triumphantly as he felt your body go limp in his arms.
He continued to lick and suck at your sensitive spots, drawing out every last drop of your orgasm.
“Let it all out for me." Connie murmured encouragingly.
“Alright, alright. Get to the back.” Jean chuckled. “How sweet does she taste?”
Connie stood up from his knees, savoring your essence.
“Nothing like it.” He chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
You and Jean shared a look, and you immediately despite being shaky from the intense orgasm, got on all fours on the mattress.
Jean crouched to cup the side of your face as he pecked your lips.
“Eyes on me, baby. Remember who you belong to.”
“I know, Jean…” You mumbled.
“Good girl..” He smiled as he kissed you once more. “You’re doin’ so well. Isn’t she, Con?”
Connie nodded, as he fumbled for a condom and rolled it over his length throbbing.
“The best.”
Connie trailed kisses down your back, stopping at the small of your back causing you to shiver.
Pulling down his boxers, his hardening cock springing free Jean stroked himself a few times.
“You ready for us, angel?” Jean whispered huskily.
“Yes, I want you both.”
“Course you do, you little whore.” Connie cackled as he smacked your ass, biting his lip at the recoil.
Your eyes met Jean’s as you fisted his girthy cock, your thumb rubbing and giving kitten licks to the sensitive skin earning a guttural groan right from his chest.
You almost paused as from behind, you felt Connie teasingly rub his latex-covered length along your slit.
“F-fuck! CONNIE!” You gasped out, pussy still sensitive from his mouth earlier.
“Shit, Con..” Jean chuckled, voice strained as he felt your breath on his slit. “You’re behind and she’s still calling your name.”
“Guess I’m her fave.” Connie smirked as he finally slid into your warm, wet walls.
“Y-you wish.” You mustered out, but you couldn’t deny Connie had surprised you.
You took Jean into your mouth and his fingers tangled in your hair.
“Shit, princess…” Jean heaved out as your tongue swirled around, making his cock slick with your saliva.
Connie began to move, his hips thrusting hard and fast, you were reduced to incoherent babbling.
“You like that, baby?" Connie growled hotly against your ear, wanting to one-up Jean. "You want more?"
“S’much more..!”
“You're so fucking sexy." He panted out between thrusts.
Jean moaned softly as you sucked him off, his fingers tangling violently in your hair.
Connie grunted as he continued to thrust into you, his hands leaving bruises on your hips.
"Fuck, angel," Jean growled through gritted teeth. "You're so damn good at this. That mouth of yours."
Jean’s fingers gripped with each bob of your head. His eyes were dark with desire and he watched you hungrily as Connie fucked you relentlessly.
“Let me finish in that mouth, honey.” Jean stuttered, feeling his high approach him.
"I'm gonna cum. Swallow it, baby. Take it all." Jean’s teeth sinking into his lower lip as he reached his climax, his warm seed spilling into your waiting mouth.
He panted and stroked your cheek gently as he came down from his orgasm, his softening length sliding out of your mouth with a wet pop.
Without hesitation, you swallowed his cum. Jean gave a greasy smile as his thumb slipped past your lips, prying your jaw open.
“All gone, huh?” Jean grinned, admiring your tongue. “Such a dirty girl.”
You screwed your eyes shut as Connie drove deeper inside of you, your walls pulsating around him.
Your fists bunched up the sheets as Connie groaned.
The both of your moans blending simultaneously reached the peak of their pleasure, Connie spilling into the latex.
He gasped as Jean pulled you towards him, the loss of warmth making you whimper as Jean pulled you close onto him.
Your arms draped over Jean’s shoulders as you felt overwhelmed in a good way.
Jean began to kiss your temple and rubbed small circles into your back.
“Feel good, princess…?” Jean smiled as he stroked your cheek. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
You nodded, then turned to Connie with a lazy grin.
“But he was my fave.” You giggled, Jean pinching your hip.
“Hey!”
author’s note: showed connie a bit more love in this since i barely write for his ass & we have enough horse cock in this blog. if u reached this far tysm for reading, reblogs & interactions r always appreciated
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pinky promise?
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jean + “Hmm. Is that a threat or a promise?”
smut ahead, minors dni please
content: sub! jean x dom! reader, edging, light bondage
When Jean told you to “do whatever you want to me,” he certainly didn’t think he’d end up the way he was: hands tied, gasping and whining beneath you as he quickly approached another orgasm that he knew he wouldn’t get to experience just yet. Jean’s in a daze, his cheeks a bright red, hair a mess, sweat practically dripping down his face. He’s about to draw blood the way his hands are clenched so tightly in their restraints. He directs another pitiful glance in your direction where you lay seated on his lap. You’re hesitating right above his aching cock, a sinister look plastered across your face as you watch your lover come down from one more impending release. You’re almost ashamed to say you’re having fun watching him squirm underneath you. Almost.
Jean throws his head back into the pillows, “Y/N.” His chest heaves up and down as if he’s exhausted. "Baby, please. Can I please cum soon?”
Your fingers make a trail down his chest and across his abs, eventually finding themselves around the base of his cock to give it a firm squeeze. A desperate moan comes free from Jean’s lips, a sound you’re pleased to hear. “Maybe...”
Your dripping cunt engulfs his cock again, and Jean can’t stop his hips from immediately rising to meet your own. You let him have his fun for the time being, eagerly thrusting up into you as if his life depends on it. Pretty moans fall from your lips and Jean’s hips began to stutter, a sign that he’s once again close to cumming. Your boyfriend’s right about to release his hot load into you when you’re suddenly sliding off of him once again, leaving him right on the edge of his release, frustrated and hopeless.
Jean manages to get out a few meager words and somehow form a sentence between pants despite how exhausted he is. “’M going to fuck you so hard when I get my hands on you.”
“Hmm.” You can tell he’s serious, but you can’t help but giggle at his exasperation. Your eyes never leave his as you loom over him. You lean down to nibble at his exposed neck before going to whisper in his ear:
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
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You think you can hurt me? I write star trek fanfiction knowing absolutely nothing about the medical and scientific fields
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3-dsimp · 16 days
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Could you do a drider breeding fic? Creampie and eggs. Size kink is a musttt. Maybe a bnha character? Whatever character you choose is cool just none of the villans pls. Btw your fics just ajrjdkndjekdndosn💖
A/n: I ended up doing a general smut Drabble hope that’s okay and thx you! (>^ω^<)
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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! + Drider Male! breeding, tummy bulge, praise, overstimulation, eggs, size kink, pussydrunk, rough sex, cum inflation, creampie.
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Imagine him grinning widely as he ruthlessly slams you up and down onto his engorged cock. His muscles flexing with each movement while he relishes in your wetness gushing around him.
"Oh you’re such a good girl, taking my dick like a world champ I’m so proud you sweetheart~"
The man praised, whilst sticking his tongue out like a dog. A pussydrunk look apparent on his haggard features. While You were fucked out of your mind, completely full to the brim from his previous thick goopy loads of his sperm. Which leaked past his dick that served to be a temporary plug to keep all his spend inside of your flooded womb.
"Damn I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy she’s so tight, so perfect Princess. I could fuck you all night long and still not get my fix."
A low heated chuckle escaped his lips as he felt up your rounded belly. Which was sloshing with his eggs and cum of which he meanly crammed into you. Despite your whines of discomfort, he couldn’t resist bullying every inch of his pulsating meat inside your quivering quim. The telltale of his balls twitching against your ass for the fourth time in a row. Made your cunt clench pathetically around his throbbing shaft.
"Shh baby it’s okay I know how you love getting stuffed full of my cock. Daddy’s gonna give you one more load so make sure not to spill any of it mkay?"
He purred nipping at your nape as his hips continues to pump into you, his massive dick filling you up completely as he uses you like a fleshlight for his own pleasure. Your bodies moved together in a primal dance, lost in the moment. The only sounds were your collective harsh breathing and the wet slaps of flesh against flesh.
"Fuck yes! That's it, Take it all. Take everything I have to give. Mmh you’re such a good girl. Shit this pussy is to die for~"
He moaned in a breathy hiss as he manhandled you into a mating press and began to move savagely, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you with a satisfying wet smack. Your walls clenched around him, milking his spurting penis for all he was worth.
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