A/n- A Tiktok Motivated Me To Finish This, So If Youre Reading This, Ty For The Jean Content

a/n- a tiktok motivated me to finish this, so if you’re reading this, ty for the jean content 😚

warnings- unprotected sex (please wrap it up irl!), fem!bodied reader, creampie, praise, cockwarming, overstimulation, breeding k!nk, riding

18+, minors dni

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Eyelids low with lust, Jean looked like a greek god beneath you, his chest gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. Sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room, heavy pants leaving each of your mouths, moans following suit. Jean’s hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb softly brushing against your glowing skin. The setting sun shone through the windows, highlighting the curves of your body. “My god, you’re an angel,” Jean groaned, rolling his hips up to meet yours.

Waves of pleasure rippled through your body with every plunge of his cock, your hands gripping the skin of your thighs while you bounced on him. Every ridge of him, every vein dragged along the insides of your walls, your cunt responding by squeezing his length. A raspy sigh left his lips at that, his head falling back against the pillows. Jean’s eyes were snapped shut, his cheeks blooming with color flushing down his neck and chest.

The roll of your hips was like heaven to him, his nerves lighting up with pure pleasure. Liquid fire seemed like it was consuming him whole, the familiar cord in his stomach pulling taut, straining against release. Jean’s hands came to rest on your hips again, his long fingers guiding your movements to sync with his.

His cock was so deep inside of you, buried all the way to the hilt. His swollen tip nudged at your cervix, walls squeezing around him so tight, his breathing turned labored. You were made for each other, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

Looking back up to his face, Jean looked absolutely wrecked. His eyebrows were drawn up, eyelids low over his lust clouded eyes. His mouth was parted slightly, saliva coating his swollen lips. Stray strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, some pieces falling over his eyes. You grinned at this, at the fact that you did this to him, that you had the capability to utterly ruin him.

Leaning down, you wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as you sped up your rhythm. Jean felt like he was glued to you, his chest to yours, pressed so close it seemed to strengthen the sense of intimacy shared between the two of you. He helped you lift your hips and slam them back down, his legs cradling your ass as you rode him.

“Just like that,” Jean grunted, looking down to where you sucked him in, a white rim forming at the base of his length. Every time you rose up and down, your growing wetness became especially evident, your juices starting to drip down your thighs and onto his.

“I’m so close, Jean,” you whispered into the crook of his neck, desperation lacing each word. A shaky sigh left your mouth when his cock hit the special spot inside of you, pushing you closer to your release. You clenched around him, cunt a suffocating vice around his length. “You’re killin’ me, sweetie,” he choked out, his hands gripping your waist, searching for an anchor to reality.

You didn’t think you could hold on much longer, whines leaving your mouth, pleading for relief. “You can give me one more, yeah?” he questioned, words a soft mumble into your hair. You gave him a weak nod in reply, shaky hands unwinding from his neck to rest on his chest.

He rose up onto his forearms, watching your work of riding him. Your tits bounced with each movement, his eyes glued to your chest like you were made of gold. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, which you took advantage of, capturing them with your own. Your lips twined together in a sloppy kiss, tongues tangling together in a messy lock.

Pulling away from him, you sucked in a harsh breath, switching from bouncing to grinding. Jean let out a deep groan at this, his mind totally enraptured by you. The fire in your core grew impossibly hot, consuming you whole. The spongey spot inside of you was repeatedly stroked, finally pushing you off the cliff of pleasure. A string of moans came from your mouth, your limbs turning to jelly as you came. Your eyes slipped shut, white blinding your vision in pure pleasure.

Your cunt gushed around him, liquid spilling around his cock. Not able to hold yourself up anymore, your body fell onto Jean’s chest, arms shaking as they clung onto him. Jean planted his feet on the bed, starting to thrust up into you, chasing his own release. You twitched in his hold, overstimulation coursing through your body as he pistoned into your sore cunt.

Your body was like a toy to him, limp as he bucked up into you. With one final thrust, Jean was a moaning mess. He threw his head back against the pillows, arms squeezing around your waist. Warm cum pumped into you in ropes, filling you up to the brim. His legs were shaking, breath ragged as he clutched your used body.

He stayed inside of you, his cum plugged up by his already softening cock. He made no move to pull out, and you didn’t mind. Being with him, all of him, gave you comfort, and him being inside of you just added to that.

Your head rested against his sweaty chest, both of you catching your breaths as your heartbeats slowed down to a normal rate. Jean’s hand cupped your cheek, lifting your face up to meet his worried gaze. Your chin rested on his chest, eyes almost slipping closed in a tired haze. “You okay..?” Jean questioned softly, stroking your cheekbone soothingly. Your eyelashes fluttered at the sensation, cheek nuzzling into his hand, “mhm,” you mumbled, giving him a sleepy smile.

You curled back into his chest, arms wrapping around one of his arms as your legs tangled with his. One of his hands gently rubbed your back, while the other came up to stroke your hair, lightly playing with the soft strands. “Sleep, love,” Jean whispered into your hair, kissing your head as you smiled into his chest, eyes slipping closed as you fell asleep to the gentle sound of his breathing, his heartbeat a lullaby to your ears.

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man i’m so horny i need to (tries to think of something funny to say and then remembers that i’m trying to stop hiding truth behind irony and that there is a simple beauty in sincerity that the hot girls on my social media feeds are romanticizing) jerk off

NSFW HCS + my personal jean sex headcanons

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, teasing, pet names, praise, lingerie, somnophilia, thigh riding, oral sex, nudes, edging, aftercare

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Pet names/praise. Jean drills into you, hands on the backs of your knees to push your legs in the air further. “My pretty girl, pretty fucking doll.” He whispers, lips on your neck so that he can feel your pulse jumping under your skin. Your moans hit his ear perfectly from this angle. “So good. You’re so tight, baby girl. So perfect for me.” Endless praises and pet names exit Jean’s mouth. He’s so lost to the sensations of your pussy at this point and he’s got no fucking clue what he’s saying, just letting his brain empty so that he can focus on fucking you into oblivion. You gush around him for the billionth time as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you, drilling you for all the cum in your body. “God, I love you.” He’s so passionate when he’s got you tightly held in a mating press like this. Jean can’t help himself. His balls constrict as he pours his cum into your sopping cunt and he’s sure that you can feel him pouring his love into you as well.

Lingerie. Call him old-fashioned all you want but the way you look at him, his eyes bore into yours as you stand at the doorway. Jean’s eyes rake over your body and lingers on the pretty pink strips of lace fabric. His dick swells in his pants at the thought of you picking this outfit out and wearing it just for him and him alone. “You know how much I love you, right?” He asks as you move to sit on his lap and straddle his waist. Jean’s arms wrap around your waist to hug you close. He kisses all over your sexy body, covering as much exposed skin in his love as possible.

Somnophilia. You let out small snores next to your boyfriend. Jean had tucked you into bed just minutes ago after you told him how tired you were from your classes. “Get some rest, baby.” He kisses your forehead, wanting you to rest more than anything. He sighs as he gets into bed with you. Jean soon realizes that he lied to himself when he said that he’d be content with letting you rest and getting himself off that night but you should really see yourself. You pulled your clothes off and left them in a pile at the foot of the bed, nothing but panties cupping your pussy. Jean cranes his neck to see your soft folds spilling out of the thin fabric and can’t help himself. Without disturbing you, as best he can, your boyfriend cuddles up next to you and slips his hardening dick between your velvet thighs. He kisses your neck lightly and groans when he feels the wet silkiness of your sex on his length. He ruts his hips between your legs, grunting and moaning shamelessly. Not even a full minute passes before his cum is spurting on the other side of your body and staining the sheets. Jean looks down at you to check that you’re still undisturbed. He kisses your forehead and comes down quickly. “My good girl,” He coos in your ear.

Thigh riding. His giving nature makes it so easy for him to sit you on his lap. A few minutes pass and before you know it, his palm is on your waist and he’s moving your body along the length of his jean-clad leg. Before you know it, Jean’s hand is stationary on your body. You’re moving on your own and using his body like a toy. He fucking loves it. “That’s right, baby girl. Get yourself off on my thigh. So shameless of you.”

Oral. Jean is a big pleaser, genuinely gets off when he knows that you’ve gotten off. “So good.” Your boyfriend mutters through a mouthful. With his tongue probing your entrance and lips curling around your clit, he still manages the dirtiest words. “You taste so fucking good, pretty girl.” His nickname for you on his voice forces another gush out of you to drench the bottom half of his face. A wet smile greets you. Jean tsks as you try to squirm out of his grasp, big palms wrapping around your plush thighs to keep your sex securely lined up with his nonstop mouth. “Come on, baby. Just one more.” You nod your empty head as he gets back to work but he’s said one more time to you at least four or five times.

Nudes. He gets so flustered when you send him stuff while he’s at work. Jean’s face visibly flushes when he’s at work. Everyone around him sees him take a look at his phone and then shove it back into his pocket, silently wishing that his brightness had been further down. “I’m fine, really. It’s nothing.” He lies, sucking in harsh breaths. Jean manages to think of something to excuse himself from his meeting and sneaks away to the bathroom. He whips his phone out and lets his eyes scan the photo that you’ve spontaneously sent him. “Fuck,” He mutters under his breath. Jean runs his fingers through his hair, about to do something shameless – something that he hasn’t felt the need to do since he was a teenager. His eyes rake over your naked form, a body that he’s seen countless times but never seems to fail to get him hard in his slacks. Jean could see you naked a thousand times and still cum just as hard as he did the first time he caught himself jerking off to you.

Edging. Jean jerks off to the nudes that you’ve sent him all the time. His fist stops working at his cock right as he’s about to blow his load all over the bathroom stall door. Can’t, tells himself. He could never cum without you – won’t let himself. “Fucking shit.” He curses under his breath. When he’s going solo, Jean likes to save his cum for you, likes to pump you full of his cum and leave it into your tummy to hold safe and sound. You know what torture it is for him too, bringing himself to the edge over and over again… making himself feel so good and always denying his body full gratification.

Aftercare. Your mushy brain has you on cloud nine, unable to move. You just pant and stare into space, Jean’s load spilling out of you to dirty the sheets beneath your tired body. He leaves a kiss on your lips, breath hurrying out of them, before heading to the bathroom to get a warm towel so that he can clean you up. His every touch is so sweet, so gentle with his baby girl. It always surprises you that he can be so gentle so soon after having you bent and twisted in the wildest positions, cock fucking deep into your cervix. “It’s okay.” Your boyfriend coos into your ear, towel smoothing over your tired and pliant skin. “I’m gonna take good care of you, love.” And he always keeps his promise. Once the two of you are cleaned up as best as he can do, Jean cuddles into your side and wraps and arm securely around your waist as he listens to your silent breathing until the two of you drift off into well-earned sleep.

I'm a little high and have some Jean questions!

How does he eat? Is he loud, smacking his lips, breathing kinda hard, humming? Or does he have some table manners? Is he a finger-sucker?

Alternatively, what's he like when he "eating"?

Oh anon, you have answered my prayers! Also let's be high together! (seriously though have ya'll tried creative writing whilst high, it's wild)

How Jean eats entirely depends on who's he's with and where. When he's having lunch with you and his mom, he's the perfect prince of table manners. He even folds the cloth table napkin on his lap at restaurants. Lots of "pleases" and "thank yous." Jean is trying to be a gentleman for you and knows his mom will beat his ass if he doesn't have some manners.

If he's out with some buddies, let's say Connie, Reiner, Marco, some of those table manners slip away. Jean definitely puts both elbows on the table in some sort of weird show of male dominance - Marco thinks it's stupid as fuck and ignores him. Connie swipes as his elbows when he's not paying attention to try to get him to fall. Reiner mirrors Jean and doesn't even realize he's doing it. Jean will definitely talk with his mouth full while he's yapping away with these friends, though he does at least try to cover his face a little bit. He's also the last one to finish eating because he doesn't shut the fuck up, he's such an extrovert at heart! I can see him humming a bit too here and there, not even realizing it.

If Sasha's around? Jean's eating habits are absolutely nauseating. He's a big dude, so he knows that if she's around, he's gotta eat fast if he wants his fill. I'm talking shovel-as-much-food-in-your-mouth-as-fast-as-you-can. Some food might also, uh, fall out of his mouth - and he doesn't notice because Sasha swipes it out from under him *freaky fast.* You find this all quite disgusting, but you know better than to interrupt these two friends when they're in a feeding frenzy.

When it's just the two of you? Jean returns to his gentleman manners, albeit a few risque motions. If there's a bit of sauce or crumb on his lip, he'll lick it very slowly while giving you a pointed look. He'll definitely lick his fingers and think about putting them inside you after dinner.

As for "eating," I assume you mean eating YOU, hehe.

MDNI!!!!!!!

Jean fucking *loves* to go down on you. He loves the way you moan (esp his name), when you play with his hair, when you dig your nails into him - it's all a compliment to his skills. Jean will tease you first, peppering your inner thighs with kisses and running his fingers and tongue up and down your slit - feather light. He wants you to beg before he has his dessert (YOU). If you get overstimmed, he lets you have a small break, but is RELENTLESS - "no, I'm not done." Jean learns your body very quickly and knows all your most sensitive spots. And, if I'm being honest, he sounds fucking disgusting while he's eating you out - I'm talking smacking and slurping. Jean doesn't even realize how he sounds, he's just doing his best to give you the best orgasm of your life.

Jean also loves to finger fuck you!! With clean fingers obvi, this is where the gentleman table manners come back. Since his mouth is free, he uses it to dirty talk you (again, he doesn't know how to shut the fuck up): "C'mon darlin,' cum for me." "Right there? Hmm? That's the spot?" "You're my pretty baby, all mine."

I - did not plan on writing this much.

Thank you for the ask anon, I loved thinking about this!! <3

a/n : this was kinda rushed but i hope it's good LOL not proofread, requests are open

virgin!bf who already is overstimulated and shy at the fact the two of you are going to that stage in your relationship. rambling left and right about how he should set something up, get the mood prepared for you but all you want from him is to shut up and continue kissing you.

“but i read all these things like, i should light candles, give you a massage to get you in the mood—okay…i’ll—i’ll stop thinking..” he sighs as you continue placing your numbed lips onto his, deepening the kiss as you straddle him. catching him off guard.

virgin!bf who almost cums in his jeans when you grind a bit too hard on his virgin hard on. thumbs digging into your hips as he tries to stop you before he dumps his load into his pants.

“sorry. i’ll try..try to hold it. i don’t want to cum quickly…” he apologizes, unbuttoning the bottom part of his button up just barley exposing his abs and his happy trail that made you feel a lot more warmer down there. “can i—can i take your top off?” nodding he pulls your shirt up and your pretty breasts are on display for him, cupped so greatly by your bra. “i-i didn’t know taking a bra off is this…difficult—ah thank you baby.” he tries attempts to unclip your bra until you help in, your bra sliding down your torso and his eyes become big. looking at your freed breasts he’s shy. stuttering his movement, his hands travel up your torso and softly grabs one of your mounds. squeezing and exploring. “god…these feel so squishy—i-i love them. can i—” “do what you want.” you giggly and immediately he attached his lips to one of your nipples, lapping away at your nipples.

virgin!bf who cums a little bit while he eats you out for the first time. squeezing his balls to try and contain himself but his cum had other plans and wanted to escape! he’s pussy drunk right as he places his tongue in between your slit, flicking his tongue back and forth as he slips a digit in.

“you’re…moaning. do you like when i do that?” his words are muffled, soaking into your soppy cunt as he moves his finger in and out. and sucking on the bundle of nerves, grinding yourself into his face, “i wonder-wonder if i can write my name on your clit..” he starts to spell his name out and he looks up to see how much your enjoying it, adding another finger and sucking until you come undone on his face. drops of pre-cum mixed with his cum dripped off his hands, “shit i came a little…i-i grabbed my balls really hard.” he laughs as you come down from your high, he immediately goes back in between your thighs and starts licking once more until you push his head away, he’s begging to do it again.

virgin!bf only lasts a few second’s before he’s releasing himself in you. his back against the couch as you ride him slowly. rocking your hips back and forth, littering kisses and marks down his neck. he’s begging for you to kiss him. hands on his chest as you rock back and forth, connecting your lips to his.

“ah fuck baby—g’nna cum. kiss me baby please.” he whines, grip getting stronger on your ass as his dick starts to twitch in you. kissing him with passion, you ride him harder, chasing his and your highs. “fuck your pussy is just squeezing me—ah fuckkk, feels s’good.” he moans out into your lips, “g’nna cum!” breathless you moan out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you continue your pace. soon he’s painting your walls white and your cum mixed with his is leaking down your thighs and onto his own dick.

BONUS:

“how often do you think we can do it?” he pants over you, playing with your hair. “mmm, how many times do you jerk off?” you ask, grabbing onto his bicep and he thinks. “everyday.”

“then we can do it everyday.”

“fuckk you’re making me hard again..”

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