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SHOPPING TRIP; JEAN X READER
THANK U @wyvernslovecake for this prompt & I’m sorry it took so long!!! life do be cray rn!!
jean x gn reader; fluff; no content warnings
there isn’t much jean wouldn’t do for you. he’s the loyal type, the stoic type, the will jump to your aid and defence without giving it so much as a thought type. where he was once selfish, maybe a little entitled, jean had come to realise that there’s more to life than looking after number one; leaving flowers at your door for you to return home to, texting you every morning and every night, swinging by work with your favourite coffee without even having to ask. he’d come to realise that he loved doting on you.
shopping, though? oh boy. that man hated shopping.
it doesn’t help that it’s a particularly sweltering day, with the sweat pouring from your brow as you both weave between the crowds of shoppers at the open-air shopping village. the cause for this somewhat tense shopping trip had stemmed from jean letting his hatred of browsing the stores get the best of him, and leaving it until the day before his mother’s birthday before revealing that he hadn’t picked up a gift. when you ask him what he thought was going to happen, his silence and scowl told you all you needed to know; I thought you’d pick something up for me.
his mother was, as you were very well aware, a notoriously picky woman. very loving and generous, but selective when it came to gifting. she wasn’t a stranger to exchanging gifts she wasn’t fond of, and jean had taken this act of pickiness as a challenge, and every year tried his hardest to get her something she would genuinely love. why he did this knowing full well he’d never want to shop for the thing to begin with, you didn’t know, but it was an argument that had long since been put to bed.
you drag him into another store - this one flaunting necklaces and trinkets of gold and silver - and hear a low groan behind you.
“this is ridiculous, she’s so picky with her jewellery!”
his tone was similar to that of a nine year-old schoolboy being ferried around by his mother.
“what’s ridiculous is you leaving it to the day before to get your own mother a birthday present!” you snap.
the store’s air conditioning leaves a lot to be desired, and realising that you’ve been at this for three hours now, you persuade jean to buy an intricate gold and ruby necklace and put in a little extra for the gift wrap. rush order excess was your excuse, and it was met with that signature groan and a roll of the eyes. you both walk back into the blazing sunshine, you feeling a little lighter from responsibility, jean from the dent in his wallet.
“let’s get a drink, please, I’m gonna die from this heat.”
realising that his attitude was beginning to irk you, you agree that a drink, a comfy seat, and a cool down is a good idea before you both started lunging for each other’s throats in broad daylight. you nigh-on run to the large bar at the far end of the mall, but just as it was in sight jean stops. wondering whether he was feeling alright or indeed had just collapsed dead through faux-exhaustion and carrying around such a bad attitude, you turn to ask what the problem is, until you realise he’s no longer by your side. he’s actually willingly walking towards a store window. heatstroke? delusions? a mirage of a cold beer in the window? you watch him keenly for a few seconds until he realises you’re not with him, and when he finds your eyes across the crowd, waves you over.
as you draw nearer, you realise that he’s looking in the window of another jewellery store. a certain high-end jewellery store, with a very welcoming duck-egg blue entrance and elaborate decorations, and you could see that the counters inside were surrounded by luxurious furnishings. you return to jean’s side, and take in the selection of diamond rings in the window.
“hypothetically speaking,” he began, “which one of these would you wear?”
you look up at him and realise that he’s deliberately averting his eyes from yours, keeping them fixed on the window display.
“hypothetically?” you ask, “babe, even hypothetically we couldn’t afford one of these.”
he rolls his eyes elaborately.
“hypothetically. hypothetically means anything is possible. now pick one.”
his tone wasn’t romantic or even overly affectionate, but you weren’t sure that you minded. jean’s signature brand of smugness and impatience was something that had grown on you over the years. you turn to look at the rings on display; all of them were obscenely beautiful, it was hard to pick just one. but after careful consideration you settle on a simple solitaire diamond on a white gold band.
“that one,” you say, pointing delicately to avoid hitting the window and being arrested for attempted theft. jean’s eyebrows raise in approval, and he nods lightly.
“alright…”
his voice trails off, and you’re left in silence for a few seconds before he snaps back to reality.
“c’mon, you can buy me a beer. if I’m gonna be getting you one of those things you’re gonna have to stop making me buy you stuff.”
you elbow him with force, and he laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulder as you head for the bar.
attack on titan masterlist.
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➳ headcanons
001. milf without the m
002. plug eren x bimbo reader
003. 7 minutes in heaven
004*. dominican!connie hc
➳ drabbles
001. eren
002. reiner
003*. armin
004*. eren
005. armin
006. reiner
007*. armin
008*. armin
009*. armin
➳ eren jaeger
001. so i know its real — in which eren comes back to you with tons of new ink, all for his girl.
002. overwhelmed — in which yours and eren’s daughter causes complete chaos, and you’ve finally had enough.
003. did your best — in which your boyfriend comforts you after failing an exam.
004*. my baby — in which eren fucks the jealousy out of you.
005*. eyes on me — in when your boyfriend doesn’t allow you to escape his wrath that feels so good.
006*. glock 69 — in which eren fucks you with a cool gadget of his.
007*. thanksgiving dinner — in which you and eren have other plans than the usual going over to family for thanksgiving.
008*. repeat after me — in which eren helps you retract those doubtful thoughts in your brain real quick.
009. sassy man apocalypse— in which eren is a proud sassy boyfriend
010. my daddy can do it — in which anybody that decides to pursue eren’s daughter will just have to accept the fact that they have competition
011*. ghost in the machine — in which a toxic eren is always gonna be there to remind you who you are.
012. daddy’s sick princess — in which eren takes care of his sick daughter
013. to the moon and around the sun — in which eren is dealing with the guilt of being an ex deadbeat father to his amazing daughter.
014. miss you mama — in which you don’t miss the way eren cries for his mother on the day of her heavenly birthday.
015*. what did he say? — in which eren refuses to put up with your bratty attitude.
0016*. homeless!eren headcanons — in which you fall in love with a boy who always comes by your job
➳ reiner braun
001. go pee — in which you don’t feel like peeing after sex.
002. construction worker!reiner headcanons— what it’s like being married to reiner
003*. all mine — in which reiner cant help but fuck his jealousy out on you
004*. quiet morning — in which you and reiner spend your morning a little differently
005. 250 bench press — in which reiner does his usual workout routine except he’s bench pressing your weight.
006*. phat ma — in which reiner has an obsession with your fat ass
➳ armin arlert
001*. take it— in which armin fucks you senseless for being a brat
002*. study games — in which armin has no issue in dicking you down in the school library
003. daddy duties — in which armin spends quality time with his newborn daughter.
➳ jean kirstein
001. always and forever — in which jean sees hope for your failed marriage
002*. never too mad — in which you could never get too mad at jean
003*. right here — in which jean talks you through your orgasm
➳ erwin smith
001*. sugar daddy — in which erwin loves spoiling his princess girlfriend.
➳ connie springer
001. pregnancy headcanons — what connie is like when you’re pregnant with his kid.
002. birthday party — in which you and baby daddy!connie celebrate your son’s sixth birthday together.
Hiiii bfr i send my req, just wanna say i love your acc sm!! Could you pls write any tooth-rotting domestic fluff (can also drop a hint of suggestiveness hehe) abt jean pls? My idea would be abt his lover trying out her new lipstick where she cheekily smothers him with kisses just to see if it's transfer-proof heheh. Thank youu <33!!!
pairing: jean kirstein x fem!reader
word count: just under 1k
warnings: nothing, just fluffff :) ok maybe a little bit of suggestiveness at the end ;)
a/n: i love jean so much this is an epic request i hope you like it :)) sorry it took so long ily & i’m happy you like my account
you and jean had been going out for quite some time now. tonight would mark your three year anniversary. it was funny to think about; time flies when you’re in love. you could’ve sworn you just met jean yesterday. jean had that way about him, that effortless, sweep you off your feet type of deal. he had never once stopped making you feel loved or needed through out the entirety of your relationship.
there’s a dinner planned tonight. jean’d organized everything himself. he always took care of all the little things like picking the place and making reservations. he even took the liberty of buying you a new dress to wear, accompanied by a matching set of heels and a little tube of a burgundy-red lipstick. your heart swells when you come home and see it on your bed. jean leans against the door frame and clears his throat, making you jump a little.
“do you like them?” he asks. he doesn’t need you to answer. jean knows you so well he knows you love him. your answer just gives him that extra satisfaction.
“i love all of it. it’s amazing. thank you, jean.” you mean it sincerely. your fingers find their way to the lipstick. it was expensive.
“don’t thank me yet, baby. we’ve still got to get you dressed and to the restaurant.” jean walks over to where you stand by the bed. he gently takes the lipstick out of your hand and examines it. “hmm..”
“what?”
“i just think it’ll look good on you, that’s all.” he sets the tube back on the bed and kisses you on the top of your head. “now go get in the shower.”
the shower is nice and warm. you can’t help but feel a growing pit in the bottom of your stomach. you were nervous. the good type of nervous. it wasn’t often you had the time to get all dolled up. jean knew how much you loved getting all pretty but he loved it even more. he loved to spoil you. he loved the way you look in a dress. you couldn’t help but feel you need to uphold a certain standard. you wanted to feel beautiful, especially on a night like tonight.
after drying off and doing your hair, you slip into the dress you’d found laying on your bed earlier. it’s a little black dress with bits of lace here and here. it conforms to your body, hugging your hips. you had to admit, you looked damn good. “jean?” you called as you opened the bathroom door.
within seconds, your boyfriend is there. “yes, baby? what’sa matter?”
“do you like it?” you whispered, smoothing your dress out with your palms. jean’s eyes slowly trailed all the way down from your head. his eyes made their way back up to yours.
“you look gorgeous.” his eyes said everything. “you’re forgetting something, though.” jean furrowed an eyebrow and brushed a hand against the side of your warm face. he turned away without another word and headed to grab the tube of lipstick you left on the bed.
“oh, duh.” you laughed at yourself. you reached a hand out to take the makeup from him. he pulled his hand back. “i kind of need that if i want to wear it.” you cocked your head and crossed your arms.
jean just chuckled and shook his head. “don’t be a smart ass, (y/n.) get your cute self a little closer.” he snaked a hand around your waist and pulled you towards him. “open your mouth.” it came out in a whisper.
“jean, what?”
“do you trust me?” he asked with a glimmer in his eye. you nodded your head reluctantly. you did trust him but hell, did he make you nervous. you parted your lips, shallow breaths coming out of them. he grabbed your chin and lifted it up. he’s staring into your eyes and you can’t help but take in just exactly how handsome he is. your cheeks flushed as if you haven’t been living with him for almost two years. he flicked open the lipstick and raised it gently to your open lips. jean squinted his eyes in concentration. the lipstick glided against your lips smoothly. jean’s hazel eyes met yours once more. you rubbed your lips together slightly as he capped the lipstick.
“well?” you wondered outloud.
“it suits you perfectly. suppose i really know my lady, huh?”
“i think it’d suit you too, handsome.” you purred as a devilish smile crept across your face.
“i love you but you’re crazy if you think i’m wearing lipstick.” before jean could say another word, you stood on your tippy toes and grabbed the sides of his face. you smooshed your lips right against his cheekbone and held them there for a second. you pulled away to see a perfect stamp of your lips, the burgundy popping against his skin.
a smile formed slowly on jean’s face. the smile turned into a grin with shades of red rushing into his cheeks. he rubbed the back of neck awkwardly.
“damn. i’m thinking we’re going to be a little late, baby.”
you drop your hands and cross them behind your back. jean had made you feel beautiful. he would have made you feel that way even if he hadn’t said anything. you could see it in his eyes and you could feel it in his touch, just how much he adored you.
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yesss pleaseeee write the stalker!jean y/n as a drabble!!! like Jean is just soo 😫i just know he would be a good asl stalker, especially since he is super tall and mysterious 😫
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pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader
word count: 1.7k +
a/n: i didnt proof read this but also this came out super cute but like also terrifying but ily pookie bear jean
tw: stalking, manipulation, drinking, etc
it was cold tonight, nearly below freezing in shiganshina. you hated the cold, you dreaded being bundled up in a billion layers only to still be shivering. however, it was almost christmas and you were running behind on shopping. fortunately for you, the streets were quiet. nobody wanted to be out in this weather. you weren't afraid of the dark. often times, you embraced the peace that came from walking the street alone at night. despite being a woman, shiganshina was a relatively safe city.
the streets and sidewalks were lined with a thing layer of snow with flurries still falling from the sky. there's a glow of warmth from the street lines as you duck into the nearest store. it's a small boutique that's much warmer than outside. there are mannequins strewn about, various pieces on displays and a small jewelry section in the back. you decide to head to the back of the store and work your way up front.
despite being a small array of options, the jewlery they had was beautiful. you pick up a small white box were two silver earrings in the shape of hearts like. you frown as you slide a finger down the side of the container. they were pretty, but it wasnt something your mother would like and that's who you were here for, after all. you ponder getting them for yourself but your face drops when you remember your budget. you sigh and put them back on the shelf while you put your mother first.
as you set them down, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. no, you were definitely being watched. you slowly turn your head around and an exhale when you don't see anybody with their eyes on you. just a few other women browsing about and the shop owner who's ringing up a tall man's purchase. you shake your head. christmas time was always stressful for you and it's certainly showing now.
after finding a suitable necklace for your mom, you bring it up to the cashier. the cashier is a sweet, older lady who is smiling as hard as she can. you feel bad that she has to be out at work during the cold and make small talk about how you'll need to do your holiday baking tomorrow. she laughs and tells you that she's running behind too, and that she's sure you'll get your cookies done in time.
the walk back to your apartment building isn't so bad despite the howling wind. you remind yourself to be thankful for the snow, knowing the toll global warming would eventually take. on the opposite side of the street, there's a nice black car with tinted windows. you take a moment to wonder who was lucky enough to drive such a luxurious car, as you've seen it around town before. quite often actually. although, you've never seen it on your street before. you didn't live in the nicest part of town and you assume it must be somebody's family member visiting for the holidays. you head into the builiding, unaware of the pair of eyes staring at you from within the car.
unfortunately, the next day isn't any warmer. you're smart this time and decide to go shopping early in the day instead of having to brave the cold, harsh night. you drive to the nearest grocery store; your kitchen was tragically empty and lacking all of the ingredients needed to make your famous christmas cookies.
in the baking aisle of the store, you stare at the plethora of options that could either make or break your dessert. you grab a bag of chocolate chips and peanut butter chips. you spin on your heel, ready to move farther down the aisle. classically, you bump right into somebody and unfortunately the carton of eggs you had tucked under your arm before coming to this aisle heads straight to the ground. the lid pops open and eggs fall out, cracking on the ground. ultimately, they crack and the yolks splatter onto your shoes and up your paint leg a little. you let out a gasp and look up into the eyes of a handsome stranger.
his hazel eyes widen as he looks at splattered eggs on your clothing. "i'm so sorry, i didn't see you there." he looks for a way to help you but he's failing.
"it's fine," you sigh. "it's christmas time and we're all in a rush. plus, i'm a little clumsy." you blush as you feel his eyes give you a once over. you clear your throat and his eyes come back up to land on yours.
"i'm the clumsy one this time. i really am sorry. could i at least pay for your stuff?" he tilts his head. you realize just how tall he is as he looms over you, waiting for an answer.
"no, that's alright, really. it's my fault, i told you i'm clumsy. stuff like this happens to me alot." you admit, turning more red by the second. he laughs and rubs the back of his neck. his laugh is deep and hearty.
"oh, c'mon, how else are those cookies going to get made?"
"how did you know i was going to make cookies?" you ask, raising a brow at him. he clears his throat and points at the bags in your arms.
"you're in the baking aisle, after all. eggs and chocolate chips are also two of the most important things when it comes to cookies." he laughs and you feel embarrassed at your stupid question. obviously he knew you were going to be baking, it's that time of year and you are holding the ingredients for them. you laugh with him and choose to accept his generosity, appreciating not having to spend your own money, especially since it was a little tight right now.
after picking out a new carton of eggs, you and the handsome stranger head to the check out line. "my names jean, by the way." he says as he hands the clerk his card. he looks down at you.
"i'm (y/n)." you tell him. he nods his head. he hands you the plastic bag filled with your now paid for groceries. you two walk out of the store together when all of a sudden, he stops you.
"this might be a little cliche and a little too fast, but would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow? just feel really bad 'bout the eggs 'n all." he shrugs as he makes sure his joke lands.
you know what, what the hell?
"sure, jean."
after exchanging numbers, you two head off in your own separate directions. back at your apartment, the fancy car is still there, just in a slightly different position. you think about how nice it must be to have family come to visit as you head inside.
tomorrow night comes quicker than expected. you had knots in your stomach all morning and you find them still lingering into the evening. you take your time getting ready for your date with jean and you can't shake the feeling of anxiety nestling into your chest.
later on, you park your car at the restaurant jean had texted you to meet him at. it's a high end restaurant and you're relieved you chose to wear one of your nicest dresses and an overcoat. as you make your way to the front door, you see that same black car, tucked neatly into one of the back parking spots. you shake your head as you head into the restaurant.
jean is dressed to the nines. if you thought he was handsome yesterday, you thought he fucking looked deadly tonight. if looks could kill.
jean smiles as you take a seat across from him. you give him a shy smile as you watch him take in your appearance. there's a glimmer of hunger in his eyes that makes you want to sink into your seat. you're self conscious as his eyes devour you but his words come out so calmly. "you look really good."
"thank you." quiet are the words that manage to come from your lips.
you spend the evening making talk of all sort of topics ranging from the weather to the casual, heated arguments about aliens and if they existed or not. you really enjoy your time, finding it n yourself to indulge in a bottle of wine. jean offers to pay for the entire meal as your plates becomes empty. you laugh and make a joke about how rich he must be. he just chuckles in return.
you start to realize just how drunk you are. the heat in your cheeks is radiating and you feel like you're vibrating, just a little. jean hasn't taken his eyes off you once.
"before you go," he starts. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, white box. "i got you something. now, i know we just officially met but i couldn't help myself."
the words go right over your head as you reach across the table for the little container. you take the lid off and gasp. the pair of little, silver hearts from the store the other night. you become a stuttering mess. "h-how did you.."
your brain begins to move a thousand miles a minute, flashing different pictures your eyes have collected the last few days. it's the black car you've seen all over town. the tall man in the boutique. the black car parked on your street. the feeling of being watched. the cookies. the earrings. the car in a different position.
your words fall out in a whisper as you drop the box onto the table. "you..." jean tilts his head and smirks. he can see the realization in your eyes and the hunger in his grows. you feel helpless in this crowded restaurant, not wanting to make a scene. he watches your rosy cheeks turn pale.
"me? what about me, (y/n)?" his words are condescending.
"you've been watching me. stalking me." you hiss under your breath, hoping it comes out as confident but jean picks up on the shakiness on your voice.
"hmm..? what was that?" you can see the thrill he's getting. you don't answer him. you reach to where you set your phone on the table at the beginning of the date. it isn't there. “oh, my silly (y/n.) you've drank a whole bottle of wine. just however will you get home?"
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pairing: jean kristien x reader rating: 18+ summary: “How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?” Jean asked as he placed the badage on your cheek, “You can't make freinds with stray cats.” Then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.
You had only tried to lean down and kiss the creature on the head. But it proved to not work in your favour as it would rather claw at your face. Which left a cut on the skin. Which resulted in your husband tending to your wounds. tags: pwp, smut, gentle sex, cowgirl, loving husband and wife
“How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?” Jean asked as he placed the bandage on your cheek, “You can't make friends with stray cats.” Then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.
You had only tried to lean down and kiss the creature on the head. But it proved to not work in your favour as it would rather claw at your face. Which left a cut on the skin. Which resulted in your husband tending to your wounds.
You didn't know the definition of being careful, you always had a tendency to walk on the 'wild side', even if that proved to cause you harm. You wanted to believe you were not some innocent being who was so prone to being harmed. But Jean worried, oh did he worry, after everything there it was surprising that he didn't keep you locked inside your home to keep you safe! There was so much bad out there in the world, there was no wonder he worried.
But he had to let you go about your life, you wanted to be in the world. But you always came back to him with a basket of delicious treats to share during the cold evenings. You always came home to him, no matter what market you went to, and that was all that mattered. He wanted his wife at home with him.
He wanted to see you at home with you, safe where you belonged. You didn't need another man as long as you had him. He'd always keep you safe! No matter what, no matter what laid in his way.
He'd make sure his lovely wife was protected. And as he strokes your cheek you felt the warmth in your body. He was so close to you, in that button up shirt with the top button undone. It would do a fair bit to a woman.
But he was so close, he was so painfully close that it wouldn't take much for you to lean in and kiss him on the lips. It would be within your right as you were his wife. But thoughts of what else he'd do to you that made your cheeks warmed. As he pulled away you placed a hand over your face to hide the blush.
He tilted his head to the side, “What's going on, honey?” He got a bit closer, you could study every inch of his face with how close he was. But you pulled away, and he in turn grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you closer to him.
“Nothing, nothing.” You tried to look so he wouldn't notice your warm cheeks. But soon his lips were on you warmed skin and you let out a small noise in response.
“Is someone blushing?” He asked as he grabbed your face to look at him, his eyes met yours. That ol' horse face staring back at you, but you couldn't help but get warmer. Your blush inched further down your neck, but you couldn't advertise his gaze.
“You're just so close.” You replied. You had been married for some time now but him being so close to take care of you still let butterflies in your stomach. You reached for him and held his face parallel to his. “I can see every little mark on your face.”
He chuckled, “Well shouldn't a wife have the chance to see her husband up close?” He kissed you on the cheek where the bandage was, “After all, I think you're the most beautiful woman ever. Even if you take in strays.”
You leaned in to kiss him on the lips delicately. You had no witty response for him. He had such a kind nature about him that you felt lucky to be with him. You had never met a man like him before, most want something as a reward for their kindness but not Jean.
Jean only ever wanted you to see the best parts of him. After everything, was what he told you. After everything he had been through, he wanted a wife who saw who he was after his time in the corps.
“I'm not that beautiful, Jean.” You remarked as you combed your fingers through his hair, “You're the one who has most of the looks.”
He pulled you in closer, your noses touched, “Well, then may our children have both of our beauty.” Then pulled you into a tight kiss as he pulled you on top of him. He laid on the bed with your face in his hands and he grinned at you.
You couldn't help but feel endeared to him. A deep burning inside of you as he started to undo your blouse. The feeling of his hands on you made you moan, which he responded to with kisses along your exposed chest.
“You're beautiful.” He said. His large hands cupped your breasts as he kissed them, “So, so beautiful.” His cock twitched in his pants as he moved back to your face. Those brown eyes gazed into yours. He smiled at you once more before he pulled you in for another kiss.
You giggled, the feeling of him so close made your heart race. “Jean.”
“Don't worry, I got you.” His hand reached your breasts which he massaged. Soon your bra was off and his thumb and pointer finger were playing with your nipples. You moaned against his neck. He knew how to make you feel good.
He kissed your soft skin, basking in the feeling of your warmth. He could never want another woman. Not when he could have you. His continued to kiss your skin and you melted in his arms. But soon kissing was not enough so the man had to start exploring further.
You pulled away from him and got the hair out of your eyes, “Do you want me that badly?”
“How could I not, you're my wife! I want you more than anything. There is nothing else I could want more than you. So come here, let me see my wife.” He chuckled as he got your pants off and then he started to get his own clothes off.
His hands roamed your body once you were nude. He admired your beauty, every curve, every mark, and every place your skin dimpled. He adored you, he wanted you. He thought you were the most beautiful creature on the planet.
Both naked on your bed, he kissed you passionately. He felt his heart race as he kissed you. The woman to bring in every stray. He guessed that's why you brought him home. He was just another stray. But he loved you so much. You were so perfect, there was an elegance to you. Not in the traditional way, but in a way that only he could see.
“I love you.” He said.
“I love you too.” You replied before you moved further away from him. You placed both of your hands on his bare chest and gazed down at him with a chest brimming with love. Even in late afternoon light, he still looked divine. He looked like home.
You loved him.
He placed his hands over yours as you slowly seated yourself onto his cock. You held hands while you endured the stretch of his cock. He was always so thick in the base that it took the wind out of you when it finally all fit. You neve suspected your husband having a problem with it fitting inside of you.
When you got comfortable, you let out a soft moan and he placed his hands on your hips. He started to roll them gently, nudging his cock into sensitive places that made your toes curl. A sharp sensation moved through your body as you started to move your hips.
It felt very good, it was tinged with pain but the more you endured it, the more pleasure that raced through your body. You held onto him as you bucked your hips to get every last inch of him inside of you. You wanted to feel your husband. You wanted to feel him deep inside of you the only way a husband and wife could.
He groaned and held onto you as you moved. You kept a hold of his shoulders as you laid on his chest to get a better angle of his cock inside of you.You felt amazing, the pleasure coursed through you as you rolled your hips. He leaned down and kissed you once more, his facial hai rubbed up against you.
Then he moved his hands and placed them on your ass so he could get as deep as possible inside you. You moaned loudly into the kiss and he gave your ass a quick smack. The sensation made you moan louder. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he explored up against your molars.
You pulled away to catch your breath, and he looked at you with nothing about admiration in his eyes. He was obsessed with you. He was so lucky to have you as his wife, to adore you. He wanted to make love to you all the time, the feeling of closeness between two people.
“Honey.” He said.
“Jean.” You replied before you took his face in your hands and started to kiss him once more. The bed creaked under you as the two of you continued to move your bodies up against one another. Your heart was racing as you made love to him. It was so simple yet it felt so right.
You loved Jean, it was as simple as that. You never wanted someone in your life so badly, but here he was despite everything. He was your husband at the end of the day. And you couldn't ask for anything more. As you kissed him over and over again, you felt a sense of euphoria. You rolled your hips quickly to meet with his pace and you felt the moans bubble in your throat.
“That's it, honey.” He moaned, “That's it, god. You're amazing. I love you so much.“
”I never want anyone else.“ You respond as you move your body against him. Your lips touched once more as you felt the curl of pleasure in your gut. You moaned into the kiss. It wasn't much longer now before you climaxed. You held onto him for dear life as you continued to passionately make out with him.
”Good, because I only want you.“ And you believed him. As your bodies moved together the feeling of climax became overwhelming. You held onto each other as you kissed once more. Your heart raced as you moved. You almost felt light headed with your lips feeling raw from all the kissing.
”Jean.”
“Don't worry, I got you.”
You clutched into him, you felt the rise of pleasure. It was becoming undeniable. You grit your teeth as he gazed at you. Your cunt tightened around him as you moved against him. You are tightened from the euphoria of sex with your husband. You could never imagine yourself like this with anyone else.
You were so devoted to him. He pulled you into one last kiss, he held onto your hips and quickly thrusted up into you. He groaned against you, his hot breath against your skin as he felt close to his own climax.
“You complete me.” He groaned as he quickened his pace. He held onto you tightly as he thrusted up into you. His cock hit against all your most sensitive areas and you felt the moans spill out of your mouth. There was no way to escape the feeling. He groaned as your nails dug into his skin. His face was flushed, he felt hot all over.
And with one more searing kiss. One last hot kiss, he finished inside you. And together you both climaxed. You clenched your thighs from the sensation of orgasm. The noise you made as you kissed was guttural and primal. It was hot.
When you pulled away you felt light headed as you panted wildly. And then with a heavy exhale you fell into his arms. He caught you and turned to his side to cuddle you. His cock slipped out of you and a bit of cum pooled at your inner thigh and eventually down onto the sheets. But neither of you minded, you were both wrapped in a soft embrace.
“You're perfect,” His thumb touched the bandage on your cheek, “No more taking in strays, okay?” he kissed the skin, “I need my wife to be safe.”
You chuckled softly, “With you, Jean, I'm always safe.”
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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