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What would AoT guys do when they want sex but their SO is on their period. Will blood stop these men?

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i need you to know that the phrase “will blood stop these men?” has been haunting me every day since i’ve received this.

tw: blood, menstrual cycle, sex, etc

eren jaeger isn’t afraid of a little blood, or hell, even a lot of blood. if he’s in the mood and you’re on your period, he acts no differently then he would off your period. he doesn’t mind making a mess when it comes to you. he loves the look of your blood on his cock.

levi ackerman tried period sex with you only once before. he was horny enough to try it but decided ultimately in the end it wasn’t for him. he might be willing to give it another go in the shower.

reiner braun is awkward when it comes to asking you to have sex during your time of month. he hates to ask you, knowing how uncomfortable this week is for you. he’s overjoyed when you say you’re in the mood and dedicates the time trying to erase any discomfort your period may have caused you. the blood isn’t off putting to him in anyway.

jean kirstein loves to fuck you on your period. he loves making a mess with you and he fucking loves making a mess of you. jean loves how wet the blood is, how easily he can slip inside you. another thing that turns him on is knowing you’re healthy enough to have a period which means you’re healthy enough to carry his baby. the thought drives him mad. he loves seeing the blood on your thighs, on his dick, on his hands. he also thinks you’re hornier on your period. jean would fuck you every day of your period if you’d let him.

armin arlert isn’t turned off by all your blood but isn’t something he’s necessarily into either. he feels ashamed asking you to fuck him but he musters up the courage to do so. he likes to try his best to prevent a mess so he’ll lay a bunch of towels down, get clothes ready for a shower after, etc. he does cum quicker during your time of the month you’ve noticed. must be how slick it is. armin gives you the best aftercare, getting you anything and everything you need. it’s his way of thanking you.

erwin smith is a man through and through. he wants to fuck you all the time and a little blood isn’t enough to deter him. he wants to fuck the cramps out of you and the blood back into you. he’s got no issue starting a little foreplay, wondering how you’ll react.

connie springer won’t say anything if he’s in the mood and you’re on your period but the boner in his pants says it all. he’s relieved when you make the first move because he wants you so bad. connie won’t admit it to you but secretly, he digs the blood. he loves making a mess with you.

merry christmas, i hope you like it! my inbox is open send me more requests xoxo

okay so idk if you do nsfw 😭😭 but jean with a breeding kink!?!

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jean kirstein and that damn breeding kink of his.

jean kirstein who adores the thought of you carrying his baby, just the idea makes his jeans a lot tighter.

jean kirstein who’ll fuck you, cum in you, and finger you, pushing anything that might’ve leaked out back in.

jean kirstein who will go round after round, position after position, just to fill you with his seed.

jean kirstein who will put you in doggy and treat you like an animal in heat, begging to be bred.

jean kirstein who’ll pull your panties up right after he’s finished with you so you’ll sit with his cum in you for as long as you can.

jean kirstein who’ll put you on top, grab your hips and hold you down onto his cock as he finishes in you.

jean kirstein who loves that he’s the only man who gets to fill you up religiously.

jean kirstein and his desire to see you, legs spread on his bed with white dripping from between them.

i hope you liked it! this is my first time putting something like this on here! if you’re interested, click here for my jean x reader fic which will contain smut in the later chapters!

AOT BOYS WHEN THEY’RE DRUNK pt.2

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JEAN: the horny drunk

jean is the kind of drunk that’s just such a fucking hornball. he loves all over you, sloppily kissing your neck as he gropes at your thighs. you swat at his hands profusely, but it’s futile … every time he just picks a different spot on your body to touch. this time it’s your waist, jean maneuvers you into his lap as he buries his face into your neck, inhaling the sweet perfume you always wore. it’s only now that you begin to feel the little bump in his pants from his bulge. “jean, w-we’re in public,” you say, trying to reason with him as he just give you a lazy smile before kissing your lips. “but i wanna fuck you.” he says back, a little too loudly for your taste. your eyes widen and jean stupidly keeps talking. “i wanna feel that pussy on my cock. m’so fucking hard right now.” he babbles, making your face warm with embarrassment form his dirty words. you quickly get your boyfriend up and into the bathroom to sober up .. only for him to bend you over the toilet and fuck you like the slut you are. “yeah? s’ good for you?” he asks, hips snapping up to yours delivering quick and harsh thrusts to your pussy. your eyes struggle to stay open as your grip the toilet seat, biting your tongue as your abdomen burns with your orgasm. “s-so good! s’ so good jean!” you cry out, immediately silenced by his hands no less than a minute later. your moans are muffled, shushed as you whimper out .. cumming all over you boyfriend cock with a loud wail as his harsh thrusts don’t stop.

LEVI: the drunk with no filter

levi is the kind of drunk who absolutely says any and everything that comes to his mind when he’s drunk. you guys are out, having a drink with hange, sasha, pieck and a couple others. you’ve been having a good time, talking about your plans for the fall time. you and levi planned on going on a lot of fun dates, carnivals. festivals, corn mazes, haunted houses all that jazz. and you’re so excited and cute, talking animatedly to hange as you tell her how excited you are to do so many new things you’ve never done in your relationship before. unknowingly to you, levi’s had wayyy more wine than normal and he’s feeling looser than ever. you think nothing of it when he drapes a hand around your shoulder, pulling you in close for a kiss. but as he moves his lips against your, you taste the wine on his lips. you’re distracted when levi squeezes at your hips, hands going to your boyfriend’s chest as he tries to deepen the kiss. “jesus you two, get room.” hange teases, making you flush with embarrassment as you pull away from your boyfriend. “can we leave now y/n? wanna take care of you right now.” he weakly speaks, surprising the dark haired girl at his needy tone. you nod, just trying to get him to get up and go to the bathroom with you. “p-put your leg up.. just like that—fuck,” he moans, fucking his cock in and out of you as you hold onto the handle bars in the cramped bathroom stall.

REINER: the drunk who forgets you’re his girlfriend

now you’d think that with your boyfriend’s height and weight he’d be able to handle his liquor, but no .. of course your amazing and caring boyfriend has the tolerance of a 10 year old kid. and that’s why you were in the situation you were in now. glossy lips turned up in a smile as you look up at your boyfriend through your lashes. he’s drunk, so, so drunk that he can barely even stand. this is why you should’ve kept him on tighter leash at this stupid party. somehow he’s managing, leaning against a pillar as he slurs flirty comments at you. you have to hold back a smile as he keep undying he’s s ever seen you before, and that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. at this point he’s babbling nonsense .. but it’s still cute knowing how he feels about you. “can i have y’number pretty thing? y’ so damn gorgeous. can i kiss you?” he asks, making you giggle when he stumbles slightly. his cheeks are red, cutely tinged with blush from all the alcohol he’d been drinking, his eyes are dark and low lidded, hazy from all the liquor he’d been drinking tonight. “you’re so drunk babe.” you giggle, holding onto his torso when he slightly stumbles again, almost falling over. he places his hands onto your waist to steady himself, looking down at you like you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever had the pleasure of laying his yes on. literal hearts in his eyes as he looks at you, with his lovesick self. “m’ your babe?” he slurs, confusion coming over his beautiful features. you nod, trying to hold in another laugh as reiner still looks confused at your words. “you’re my boyfriend silly,” you tell him, watching how his lips turn up in a happy smile. “m’ your boyfriend?” his voice is happy, rising slightly as you nod. reiner almost crushes you in a hug and he lays kisses all over your face, making you actually laugh out this time. “m’ so lucky then. you’re so pretty,” he speaks, burying his face into your neck. not knowing how your heart flutters at his sweet words.

GIVING BIG!DICK JEAN A BJ

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cw: oral (m), blowjob, deepthroating, mentions of fluids (cum, spit), face fucking, i think that’s it.

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“fuckkk, slow y/n. go slow.” jeans words are strained but stern as he speaks out above you, dark eyes trained on where his cock slid in and out of your swollen lips. your hands grip at his knees, feet kicking gently behind you in protest. you always do this, trying to take more of his cock than your tiny little mouth could handle.

instead you decide you can take a little more, forcing yourself farther down on his meaty cock as your eyes squeeze shut. when his cock head hits the back of your throat to make you gag, jean expression twists with concern when he watches you pull off of his cock. quickly swatting at your chest as you cough loudly.

“what did i say hm? stop fucking trying to take the whole thing in down your throat. you’ll choke like that,” your eyes water as he speaks. all you want is to make your boyfriend feel good, it’s not your fault he has a cock the size of your wrist. you feel like a failure of a girlfriend.

“hey, look at me pretty. m’ not mad at you.” his voice is soft like honey as he soothes your unspoken worries away. your boyfriend’s gentle hands guide you back in between his lap, his dark eyes don’t move from you as he watches you breathe through your mouthy while you can, huffing quietly. jean finds it adorable, how worked up you get to stuff your mouth full .. it’s so cute to him.

“you’ve got to go slow though. you hear me?” he asks, tapping his fingers on your lips. you sniffle, eyes determined as you nod your head up and down. you could do this, just breathe in through your nose. remember to breathe in through your nose.

“alright, get to work then pretty.” your boyfriend urges, smiling when he watches you practically dive back into his legs to suck his cock eagerly. your slutty lips close around his head and he can’t help the slight jump! of his hip from the stimulation.

your eyes close as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, greedily lapping up all the pre dripping from the tip. slowly, you go down, down until you can’t anymore .. taking his cock all the way down your tight throat.

jean’s hand go to your face, gently thrusting his hips up to slide his cock out of your mouth. the tip is heavy and hard as it drags over your tongue, sliding out of your mouth and then back in. your hands fins a spot on jeans thighs as you try to force yourself to take even more. jean’s finger tap on your cheek, a nonverbal warning for you to stop.

but you can’t help it. he just tastes so good, his musky scent smells so good you just want to be wrapped up in it. everything about the action of having your face fucked by your boyfriend has you going slightly stupid. mind getting hazier and hazier to match your panties wetting every time his cockhead hits that one spot in the back of your throat.

your eyes shut again as you have to resist the urge to gag. jean’s hand gently caress your face, smiling down at you as he watches you harshly breathe in through your nose. his hips cease their movements in order to give you a minute.

“s’it, good girl. breathe for me.” he urges softly, making your tummy flutter with butterflies at his raspy tone. your pussy clenches around nothing, and you can’t help but rub your thighs together needily for some friction.once your breathing is normal your eyes open, looking up at jean as if it tell him you’re okay.

“alright, tap my knee if it’s too much.” his words have your eyes widening. and immediately after, his hips begin moving slowly, sliding his cock in and out of your warm mouth.

“shiiit,” he curses, feeling his abdomen clench when you let out a pretty whine for him. he quickly builds a steady pace, fucking your face gently at first to accustom you to the speed. in and out, in and out. your oral fixation begins to kick in the more you get used to it. each time his cockhead drags against the roof of your mouth your heart thrums, each time you feel his tip at the back of your throat your eyes are rolling back... it’s all so erotic and has your pussy growing 10x wetter.

“look at me. gimme your—shit!” jeans hips stutter when he feels you swallow around his dick, throat getting impossibly tight around his cock. he’d wanted to look at your eyes but the stimulation has his head spinning, head falling back as he continues fucking his dick through your pretty lips. his mouth parts, head swirling with pleasure the more your hollow your cheeks and suck him down. he feels so fucking good right now.

if you weren’t sucking his dick at the moment, you’d probably be smirking. forcing your brown eyes open to stay on your boyfriend, catching every single pleasure filled reaction from you. keeping them on your boyfriend as you get to see all of the beautiful reactions you pulled from him. his eyes get low lidded, pink lips curling up, and you can see his abdomen clench as he lets out a soft moan.

“y/n … f-fuck.” he groans, eyes closing shut as his thrusts become sloppy and shortened. you follow, watery eyes fluttering shut when you feel his cum shoot down your throat. when you instinctively try to pull off of his cock, mouth overloading with his cum so much it begins to seep out at the sides of your mouth, jean instead keeps you in place, no matter how much you try to squirm away .. his strong hands hold your face firmly, bucking his hips slightly as he rides his orgasm out.

when he finally does pull his cock out of your mouth, your eyes are watery and slightly red as you look up at him. he watches you swallow before his hands go to your face.

“show me.” he speaks to you, tone stern.

you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show your boyfriend your now empty mouth. his reaction is satisfied, dark eyes amusedly staring down at you.

“how about i eat that pretty cunt now? i know s’ dripping for me.” he offers, helping you off of the floor.

could you do possesive!jean hcs sfw and nsfw? only if you want ofc, ty!!!

POSSESSIVE! JEAN X BLACK! FEM READER

a/n: thank you for 1.6k! i literally had 1.4 like yesterday. i love y’all sm

possessive! jean who first bumps into you at eren’s party. he spills his drink on your dress by “accident” and takes you upstairs to clean it off. his hands caress your hips gently as he wipes the liquid off your dress, dark eyes roaming over your figure as he softly apologizes.

possessive! jean who gets your number shortly after that, and texts you that very night. your cheeks warms as your read the “goodnight beautiful” text over, and over again.

possessive! jean who’ll smile after sending you that text, going back to his other window. it was full of your socials, pictures, tweets you made, posts you liked on pinterest … he wanted to know everything about you. was that so wrong of him?

possessive! jean who slowly started to text you over the next few weeks, sending you flirty and sweet texts when you’re at the library, hanging out at your dorm, or even just out with your friends. he uses his social media stalking to weave his little way into your life, and your oblivious ass just thinks that he’s too good to be true. he likes the same things you like, eats the same places you eat, he even likes the same animes you like. if you weren’t so air headed you’d think it was creepy.

possessive! jean who’ll kiss you the day he comes home from classes. the kiss catches you off guard, and later jean confesses his feelings to you. all of it feels like it’s happening so fast .. but you like jean, and he’s cute .. so you agree to be his girlfriend. little do you know, jean made his move because he’d heard eren talking about how he wanted to ask you out. not if he had a fucking say in it. you were his. he met you first. it was only right.

possessive! jean who finally works up the courage to ask you out on a date after he hears eren and reiner talking about how pretty you were to armin in the hallway. after you say yes, he immediately plays the perfect boyfriend role. picking you up from school, and dropping you off at your dorm .. bringing you flowers and candy spontaneously to see your pretty face light up.

possessive! jean who’s jaw almost drops when you walk over to his car, body decked out in a beautiful pink dress for you guys’ first date. he visibly gulps, addams apple bobbing up and down when your manicured nails wave at him before you open the car door, stepping in and filling the car with your sweet perfume. “hi jean,” you give him a pretty smile that has his fingers clenching around the steering wheel. you’re so fucking beautiful, fuck.

possessive! jean who is such a pleasure at the date. he asks intuitive questions, and actually cared about what you have to say .. unlike your last relationships. he compliments you, and his eyes stay on yours for the entire date.

possessive! jean who begins to come over at your house. one day at first then two at a time .. and now he’s staying at your dorm all the time. practically living with you now. he has successfully worked his little way into your life, and doesn’t want to leave anytime soon.

possessive! jean who’s attitude does a complete 180 when he feels the waiter staring at you. he snaps at him with a tone you’ve never heard him use before, full of malice and possessiveness as he tells the waiter explicitly to “fucking stop being so desperate,” before slamming a hundred dollar bill on the table before rushing you out of the restaurant. you make sure to let him have it for not letting you have dessert later on.

possessive! jean who begins to slowly control the things you do. manipulating you to stay home with sweet kisses and touches, words so persuading it has you deciding against better judgement and following his orders like a pretty little dumb puppy.

possessive! jean who always knows just what to say, and just what to do to get you to stay by his side you wanna go out? he’s pulling your dress up and eating your sloppy cunt until you have no more energy. go out now. you want to wear something revealing? he’s immediately fucking you in it, hands not being gentle as he grips the flimsy fabric in his hands as his hips snap up to yours. he lands a harsh slap! on your ass cheek that has you melwing out, slutty hips fucking your body back onto his swole cock. he later rips the fabric when he’s too rough while fucking you. he claims it was an accident, but you have your suspicions.

possessive! jean who makes you cry one day when he gets to angry at you for “flirting” with yeager after you guys get paired for a bio project. his words are like acid, and the meanest you’ve ever heard them as he hisses how much of a slut you were. he makes sure to fuck you every time you mention your stupid bio project. “i have to go over his house for the project jean. it’s .. it’s not my fault. i want to get his done and over with,” you reason, but your words fall on deaf ears as jean slowly begins pulling your panties down. “y’not going to any boys house y/n. now lift your leg up f’me.”

possessive! jean who’ll fuck you in the backseat of his car when you accidentally talk to eren for a couple minutes. all you guys get to talk about is an exam you have coming up before jeans walking over to you, swiftly grabbing your arm .. damn the conversation you were having, and pulls you out of the party. “why the fuck do you keep talkin’ to him y/n? huh? you fuckin want him?”

possessive! jean who’s always wanting to spend time with you. it doesn’t matter what it is, he wants to be with you when you do it. he also loves staying at your place, loves being able to sleep with you in his arms .. it’s his favorite thing.

possessive! jean who’s favorite thing to do is to tell you how good you are for him. he enjoys seeing you fluster when he whispers how lucky he is to have you in your ear.

possessive! jean who is not for the bratty behavior from you. you do what he says, and there is no argument about that. if you somehow try to, he’s either convincing you with some mind blowing sex or he’s spanking your little ass into submission.

possessive! jean who’s favorite body part of you is your hips. he loves touching them, loves guiding where you want by your hips, loves gripping at the fat skin as he fucks his dick in and out of your squelching cunt.

possessive! jean who fucks you so roughly one day he gets angry at you that you wake up with dark bruises decorating your body. he makes sure to kiss every single one, happy that he’s made his marks all over that beautiful body of yours. that’s how things should be anyways.

⌗︙・friends with benefits with connie and jean ⸜⸜・

imagine you decide to become friends with benefits with both jean and connie. you knew they would be a little jealous of each other but you didn't know that they would see fucking you as a price to their dumb bets.

"i bet on y/n that i can jump across the pool." connie exclaims, punching jean is the side. of course jean doesn't believe him and they bet that if connie succeeds, he's gonna fuck your pussy tonight.

turns out that you spend your night with jean's cock buried inside of you while connie dries himself off. jeans cock is big and it feels good inside of you. he's not the roughest but he knows how to make you cum multiple times.

after few of their bets, you realize that jean can't let connie win for you own sake.

"you said you can take me." connie smirks, his cock ramming inside of your pussy. you have already cum 4 times and you're exhausted. but connie doesn't plan on stopping. for the first time in forever he got a better mark than jean and he's gonna savour his victory.

but with jean and connie, it's not only about fucking. they are your best friends, the kind of people you can always turn to. them stuffing you full is just a benefit of your friendship.

⌗︙・jean taking care of a greedy slut ⸜⸜・

being friends with connie has its pros and cons. one of the worse things is when jean comes home to find out that connie threw a swinger's party in their apartment. he can feel himself turning red, mostly from anger but also because of the sweaty bodies in the living room. you catch jeans eye, laying spread on the couch with your pretty pussy on display. your juices are glistening, showing how turned on you are.

"hey jean boy." connie greets him, throwing his arm around his neck. jean isn't having any of this, the only thing on his mind is finding out who you are.

"oh her? that's y/n, she's a needy little thing. never satisfied." connie explains. jean stops in front of you, he wants nothing more than to wipe off that stupid smile off your face. why do you smile at him when everyone can see how disgustingly wet you are?

he doesn't care, he's taking you to his room.

"so you are never satisfied?" he asks as his cock hammers in and out of your pussy. your face is soaked with tears, pretty makeup smudged all around your face.

"it's enough." you managed to choke out. he's treating you like the slut you are, making you cum again and again and never stopping. the bed underneath you is soaked with your juices and you don't think you can cum anymore.

"is my cock enough for you?" you nod your head. his cock is more than enough and you don't even know his name.

"stop looking at me like that." he says and you smile harder. he tries fucking you even harder. why did connie bring such a pretty girl to the sex party? you probably got fucked by everyone some other time but he doesn't care. he's the first to ever make you satisfied.

you lay on the bed, completely satisfied with your tongue lolled out. you don't want any other cock, you want only his cock.

"see sweetheart? this is what happens to girls who are just too pretty."

mine o' mine - jean x reader

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.” 

He’s a virgin you know, so be gentle with him. Besides the calloused seal of his own fist, nobody, absolutely no one has touched him on that part of his body before. Although he was inexperienced, he wasn’t entirely stupid, for he knew what occurred between lovers, what could be possible for him one day; that day now coming to fruition by your hand. Because he had succumbed to your wiles, nothing would ever satisfy his hunger ever again. The curl of your tongue around his leaking tip was just the first thing to break him, your teeth grazing the throbbing veins of his shaft ripping apart his self control piece by piece. The soft lining of your cheeks was one thing, but your cunt was entirely another.

Straddling his shaking form, the sinking of your most intimate part clamping down on his cock had his lungs fighting for air, goosebumps erupting up the length of his spine. Never would he have expected it to feel this good, and it was all because of you. You were so snug and tight around his length, his previously innocent body now corrupted by your perfect cunt. Your soaked walls squelched as his twitching tip nudged at your cervix, and you would never forget the sight caused by it. Hair disheveled, chest rising and falling with erratic breaths, lips swollen and coated with your saliva, cheeks flushed a pretty red. You couldn’t even begin to list the sinful sight he bore, his eyes squeezed shut from the sensitivity, eyebrows drawn up and hands shaking to find the right place on your body. He was so clueless, it was adorable.

The problem with him being a virgin was how long he had stored himself up. His balls were so swollen, the lewd sound of his skin slapping yours pulling a reaction out of his body he couldn’t control. Clutching onto you, years worth of his abstinence spilled into you, his heartbeat spiking and eyes rolling back. Don’t ever forget this moment because the vulnerability seeping from him would probably be the last bit you would ever see.

Losing his virginity to you may have been one of the best moments of his life, but be sure to expect an insatiable hunger now, one that you would be subject to for weeks to come.

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LEVI ACKERMAN, Jean Kirstein, (literally all the AoT characters), Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Choso Kamo, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Isagi Yoichi, Doppo Kunikida, Reigen Arataka

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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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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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.

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ HEAVEN’S ANGEL ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

18+, minors dni

—  content: jean x fem!reader, oral [m. receiving], throat fucking

— a/n:  this is purely self indulgent ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

To Jean, you are perfect, his princess, a god-sent angel who, of everyone on the planet, was in love with him. He loved staring at that pretty, plump face, adorned with thick, smiling lips and spellbinding doe-eyes that made it impossible to deny you.

You ask Jean a simple question, though, in hindsight, it was more of a demand. “Let me suck your dick.” And before he can even respond, you’re latching onto his arm and dragging him away from his game, babbling false promises of making it quick and just wanting a small taste of him.

Jean let’s you basically throw him onto the bed, and you’re kneeled between his legs in seconds. His body goes tense when you feel him up, caressing his inner thighs and squirming impatiently as he pulls his rigid cock out of his pants. Your eyes trail over the girthy, throbbing length, salivating at the sight of it before casting an innocent look Jean’s way. You can feel that familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach, the feeling you get when Jean eyes you up and down and you can just tell he wants to fuck you into the mattress. Your skin begins to heat up at the very thought of it.

He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before giving an instruction. ”Open wide, pretty girl.”

You obey him without question, mouth gaping and tongue hanging over your bottom lip. He presses the tip to your tongue, and a shiver runs through your body in anticipation. You eagerly lap at his pink tip, closing your lips around it and massaging it with your tongue before letting your mouth fall open again. Jean rubs himself over your flat tongue, leaking bitter precum onto your awaiting tastebuds as he teases himself towards the back of your throat. He finally gives in with a chuckle when you whine at him; your brows are furrowed and your jaw is starting to hurt, but you ignore the dull ache and be a good girl for Jean as you allow his cock to force its way down your throat. One of his hands is on the back of your head to sink you down on his dick, while the other ruffles its way through his hair. You moan at the feeling of his thick length easing down your throat, and tears prick the corner of your eyes as your nose touches the base of his crotch. Jean holds you there for a moment as he savors the feeling of you around him. He looks down, and Jean can feel his self-control slowly flying out the window when he sees you: lust-blown eyes wet and shiny as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks, and puffy, pink lips wrapped tight around his cock. His bottom lip slips between his teeth, and Jean slowly begins to raise your head up and down his length.

This goes on for a minute, and you love every bit of it. He occasionally lifts you away from his cock entirely, taking in your choked gasps and raspy breathes of air, before shoving you back down to the hilt. Your fingers knead at his balls, and the sensation has him grunting as the grip on your hair tightens. Your movements and the sounds of you struggling to take him only egg Jean on to go a little faster, and soon he’s using you like his own personal fleshlight, just as you want. His breathing speeds up and the redness of his face intensifies, head thrown back as he listens to the sloppy sounds of you taking him down your throat. You moan up at him, staring at Jean with those mesmerizing eyes, and he pulls you off of his cock with a wet ‘pop!’.

“Faster.” That’s all you utter before engulfing him in your mouth again, and he is more than happy to oblige. Jean begins thrusting into your mouth again, only quicker and less controlled. You know it’s only a matter of time before he’s grabbing the sides of your face and slamming you down hard against his pelvis with zero consideration for you and your need to breathe. And the thought of what was to come only made you more excited. The idea of Jean not giving a fuck, of just using you for his own pleasure, of being completely lost in himself as he fucks his hard dick down your throat. The knot in your stomach tightens, and the throbbing sensations in your spasming cunt are painful at this point. You want Jean’s tongue and his fingers in you so bad at this point, but you’re more than willing to delay your own pleasure if it meant being used like this.

Just as you expected, Jean becomes more and more unraveled as he arrived at his climax. Tears blur your vision and stream down your cheeks as you hold onto his thighs for balance, sucking and swirling your tongue within the small space in your mouth around his dick. His loud, stuttered groans are music to your ears, a tell-tale sign that you’ll get what you were after very soon. And there it is: the stilling of his trembling hips, the drawn-out groan as he holds your head down, and the feeling of thick streams of cum spilling down your throat. His grasp loosens before his hands fall to his side entirely, and you pull the softening appendage from your mouth. Jean takes in the sight of you, layering kisses up and down his length, rubbing at his balls and licking away any remaining remnants of his seed like the good girl you are, and then falls to his back onto the bed. He reaches down to caress your cheek, sighing and staring through half-lidded eyes as you manuever to sit on his lap. The look on your face reveals your intentions, not that Jean wouldn’t of known anyway. Of course you wouldn’t stop at just sucking his dick, you never did, it turned you on too much and you were always craving more of him afterwards. But, Jean was happy to gratify you. Anything for his angel.

If it’s one thing about Jean Kirstein, he’s the ultimate boob guy. This man could motorboat a nice pair of tits all day long.

Grabbing them and kneading them under his palms while you ride him, twisting a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and watching you keen. That shit has him throbbing inside you every time.

In missionary, watching them bounce could put him in a pussy-drunk hypnotic state. If you ever gave this man a tit job he might just float away to heaven.

Wear a lowcut shirt when you go out with him. Do it. You’ll catch him admiring your boobs constantly, stumbling over words when you move a little and they jiggle.

Jean is also the type to wanna suck on them constantly, sexually or not. Boi just wants a titty in his mouth. When you climb on top of him and start grinding down on his dick, his hands are instantaneously snaking their way up your torso and palming your tits like it’s instinct.

Gods forbid you ask him to pick out an outfit for you to wear, he’s going straight for the plunge neckline option.

But honestly, it’s endearing and sweet, because Jean isn’t doing it to objectify you. He just loves worshipping your body like it was handcrafted for him.

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loves it when you run your hands through his hair that he grew out over the years, thinks your hands are absolutely holy.

will annoy you by rubbing his small beard on your skin but will also kiss it as an apology with a small smile on his face

calls you basic pet names like baby and babe but sounds so sweet when he says them

not the best at cooking but he tries and that’s all that matters at the end of the day <3

because of this though, you tend to prepare and cook most of the meals but you don’t mind as a clingy jean will always have his arms wrapped you the entire time mesmerized by your cooking

will taste and give you opinions on new recipes you try in your cooking

is the type of mf to say “you have something on your face” and lick it off with the biggest smirk afterwards 😩✋

you guys have this thing where you try to find a new resturant or cafe that you’ve never been to before and try something from there

loves to sit in his car w you at night while you guys drive around random places and blast music

definitely a hand-on-your-thigh-while-driving type of a guy

more of a cheek kisser than a forehead kisser

loves making out and loves it even more when y’all get more intense after a make out ifykwim ;)

is the sweetest man and will do everything to make a good impression while meeting your parents for the first time

also expects you to kinda do the same while meeting his mom because she’s an important figure in his life ofc (i’m getting omelette jean flashbacks LOL)

when you sit on his lap, he likes to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your chest

wakes you up by repeatedly kissing you

if you won’t wake up then, my mans will go to plan B and will belly flop on you 😐

isn’t afraid of PDA and will make out with you if you’re not uncomfortable with it

pulls you closer to him by your waist if he catches anyone checking you out

a jealous baby 🥺

speaking of babies, i feel like jean would personally want kids but maybe in his early 30s

would be the most fun and loving dad

i feel like jean would like twins, a girl and a boy

he would be the type of dad that makes jokes to see them laugh and would be the type to secretly let them have dessert in the morning, much to your despise sometimes

would post you on his ig story sometimes because he likes to show everyone that you’re his

comments stuff like “wow you’re so hot” “does ur bf know how cute you are” “can i have ur number” under instagram posts as if he doesn’t know who you are ?? 😭😭

finds it adorable when you fall asleep in his arms during movie night

likes to shower with you to “save water”

likes to ft with you at night because he can watch you sleep and your voice also calms him down

big spoon ofc

cups your face out of no where sometimes and just starts kissing you because he wants to

when you guys have an argument, he’s a pretty stubborn guy so y’all will definitely be mad at each other for a while but eventually you both realize that it’s not you against him but rather both of you against the problem and you make up rather quickly

can get insecure so he needs you to constantly assure him that you love him and him only

facination with your thighs

i mean he LOVES them no matter if they’re skinny or thick he will worship ur thighs no like other man

when you’re having a bad day he’ll hug you from behind with his hands around your waist and asks if you want to talk about it

he’s a dork so you guys will be laughing about the most random stuff sometimes

sleeps shirtless w you at night

my mans is around 6’3 so i doubt any of y’all would be taller than him LOL but he loves the height difference between y’all even if it’s not a major one and thinks ur the cutest thing ever

nsfw

whew get ready for this ✋✋

okay with the fact that jean is literally 6’3 in season 4 and the big dick energy he carries around, i just KNOW he’s packing

probably like 6.5-7 inches

is a switch

when he’s dominant he loves seeing you all flustered while he’s making you feel good

has a praise kink so expect a lot of praising from him and also try to make sure that you praise him too so he knows you’re enjoying it

when he’s submissive though...

will groan, moan, and whimper for you while pleading you to keep making him feel good

when you’re riding him, he likes to keep his hands on your waist as he watches you bounce up and down

is a gentleman will try to make you cum at least twice before he rails you

his stamina is pretty good and prefers one long round rather than multiple short ones

i feel like his favorite position is doggy style honestly

is the type of say things like

“god you feel so good”

“fuck just like that”

“take it like a good girl/boy”

“you’re so beautiful”

his aftercare is pretty decent like if you both are tired he’ll just lay there for a few minutes and then clean you both up but will prob pass out soon later

the type to throw his head back and moan

grabs your hair when you’re giving him head and will thrust in your mouth

sends you videos of him nutting and moaning your name when he misses you and you aren’t able to see him

def the type to send you nudes where he’s sitting down in a chair in front of a mirror while kind of leaning back and holding his erect dick; and he would look SO good while doing so

likes to give you hickies on your inner thighs; bc of his thigh obsession duh

likes to cum on your boobs

all in all, jean is a goofy but very loving boyfriend in a relationship 🥰

❥ jean Kirstein ❥⁠ 

Nsfw twitter links. f! reader

Jean Kirstein x reader

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❥ Jean pounding you on the couch

❥ Size kink with jean

❥ Jean making you squirt and spanking you

❥ Jean fucking you from behind

❥ Jean making you scream and squirt

❥ Jean bullying his cock into you :(

❥ You're too tired so jean has to do all the work

❥ Stretching yourself out so jean can fit inside you

❥ Jean taking you from behind

❥ Jean fucking you while you're playing a game

❥ Jean holding you as you ride him

❥ Jean making love to you

❥ Jean thrusting into you

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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how aot men would treat their himbo incubus! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑

cw — ftm!reader. lots of rough sex. dumbification. overstimulation. breeding to the max. size kink. spanking. masochism(?) oral sex. throat fucking. cumshot. multiple orgasms.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : i made this while violently down horrendous for aot men jfc i was possessed anyways! this will be my last post as im going on a trip soon, so enjoy! 🎀

₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

to be blunt, eren can be a bit of a meanie! after all, you came at such a poor time. the man was too busy jerking off to whatever porn he found, desperately trying to get himself off when you came and ruined his orgasm. as if you weren’t enough of a nuisance, you proceeded to act dumb in front of an annoyed and furiously horny eren. you’re sweet babbling came to a rude halt once the brunette grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your stomach while you faced the end of the bed. you couldn’t get a word in before you felt something pry at your soaked pussy, turning your head to see your mortal host push himself inside of you and violently snapping his hips against yours. it was only the beginning of his frustrated tirade on your poor cunt, maybe you should’ve shut your mouth or be a little more considerate of your hosts!

“h-hah..eren! g-gentle!—“ you whined like a bitch in heat, only to be met with another harsh smack on your bare ass that was littered in eren’s handprints. you couldn’t help but look back through puffy, wet eyes at the mortal who was fucking you with such ferocity. a green eyed glare made you turn away in embarrassment, before a hand forced you to face him again. god, the way he looked at you could easily rival every man you stole an orgasm from. “e-eren..” you moaned, earning you a hard snap from his hips as he leaned closer to you. the smell of cigarettes still lingered around him.

“who’s fault is it that you got yourself in this mess? hm? not me. now shut up and take my cock like a good little incubus..”

₊˚ෆ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

secretly (not really tho), jean adores your naivety. even more so knowing exactly what you are, i mean, how can a literal sex demon be so stupid? a question he’ll never get answers to, but why matter? not when you finally find him in a state of carnal desire. jean will never forget your cute dumb face once you saw his hard cock out in full fuckin’ glory. he was huge, so huge, you struggled to take in his girth. pathetic kitty licks ‘n kisses on his leaking tip to helplessly grinding on his length, it only turned him on even more. enough to where you already completed your task, and yet here you were, continuously pumped full of his cum inside your ruined cunt. the best part? jean wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, not until you stop making that stupid fucked out face that only gets him hard all over again!

seven rounds later and he still was nowhere near done. your incubus mark that rested on your womb glowed furiously in a hot pink shade, signifying your pleasure and satisfaction with your host. jean knew damn well of this, but continued to fuck you cum filled cunt as a pace only a rabbit could possibly do. “jean..! i-i can’tttt! too much! ah!” you babbled through drool soaked lips, only to be silenced by a sloppy kiss from him. he couldn’t even kiss you properly while being pussydrunk beyond oblivion. lifting you head, you watched in awe at the sight of jean stuffing your pussy full of cock, a small bump in your womb from how many times he creampied you.

“stay with me baby, i know you can take another one in you..you’re doing such a good job f’me love. shit..!”

₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

the short and sweet of this man is how little he takes your bullshit. trying to get a good night sleep was difficult enough with your constant whining for attention. you were waiting for a chance to get your cunt pounded by the mortal, only to see him trying to go to sleep instead. however, your efforts weren’t in vain, as levi shot up and yanked you over his lap. you could feel his dick growing harder and harder in his pants as he tore off your flimsy thong that barely covered shit. a calloused hand came down on your bare ass, a sharp smack! startled you as your body jolted forwards only to be pulled back roughly by levi. hit after hit, the pain became an intoxicating pleasure as your cunt soaked itself in arousal, your painfully swollen clit begging to be touched. unfortunately, levi wasn’t the easiest to falter.

smack! a yelp tore out of your sore throat followed by a weak whine, the stinging pain slowly numbing your ass before you were forced back down to earth by another harsh strike. “no..no more..! hurts t-too mu—“ SMACK! another strike startled you from your rambling, almost falling off of levi’s lap where he pulled you up roughly by the tail and secured you tightly. you didn’t have to look at him to know how fed up he was with you antics, or how aroused he was. you wanted so badly for him to just have his way with you, spitting you open and bruising your insides. a tinge of regret only grew bigger as his painfully obvious boner poked at your thigh. fuck, he was hung down there, if only you just behaved yourself!

“what’s the matter? quit squirming like a brat and sit the fuck still. you asked for this.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

did you piss of this literal giant on purpose? maybe, and what’s wrong with that? infiltrating a wet dream of him getting sucked off by some rando he found hot, fusing reality with fantasy until it abruptly ended before he could cum. you couldn’t help but giggle at poor reiner, well, until he forced you onto your knees and finished the damn job himself. it didn’t matter how many cocks you’ve swallowed, you struggled to take reiner’s full length as he mercilessly fucked your throat inch by inch until your nose was touching his pubic hairs. the stretch of his girth had your throat and mouth stuffed full until you couldn’t utter a word out. don’t think he’ll stop there either! the moment his dick twitches, he’ll pull out and cum all over that pretty face of yours. such an erotic sight gets him hard all over again, only this time, he’ll breed your throat full.

“atta boy. putting that mouth to good fucking use after that stunt you pulled..don’t worry, i’m not even close to done.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ♡

🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thinking about aot men who’d be the softest doms ever . . .

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍, 𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓

cw — fem!reader. size kink (erwin) body worship (jean, levi) praise kink. lots of breedings. edging, fingering, some nipple play (levi) sub!armin (implied)

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : hi hi! it’s been a while since i made an actual post here. apologies! life got busy, but i finally have time to make fics again :D there might be some changes on this account but we’ll see! anyways, please enjoy and feedback is welcomed! 🤍

➸ jean kirstien.

he’s already so much of a sweetheart, so it’s not shock he’s carry that to the bedroom. he’s needy but slow, as it’d be way too easy to accidentally hurt you. the size difference aroused yet made him a bit nervous. (the first time was quite a hassle!) nonetheless, jean gave you the fuckin’ princess treatment every time the both of you would get intimate. kissing every inch of your body while caressing your hips with his large hands. he’d gently lay your down, not pulling away from the sloppy kiss the two of you are engaging in. did i mention that this man is huge? he adores watching you struggle to take him completely, squirming and whining as he stretches your smaller cunny inch by inch.

“j-jean..’s too big!” you whined, watching through glassy eyes as your boyfriend hovered over you, sinking himself deeper and deeper into your weeping cunt. your legs twitch in a failing attempt to keep them open, something jean would immediately notice. “does it hurt babe?” he asked in a groan, hazel eyes carving holes into yours through hooded lids. you could only shake your head as he took it as a confirmation to bottom himself out. your eyes rolled to your brain and your jaw went slack as jean watched in awe. “look at you..taking it so well f’me.” he sighed, slowly beginning to pump you full as ecstasy filled your senses. the only thing you could hear were jean’s sweet praises, telling you how much of a good little girl you were for taking him so well and patiently. your head grew hot as the feeling of his dick stuffing you full began to overwhelm you. “good little girl, always taking my dick so well..fuck you’re so cute!”

➸ erwin smith.

oh my god. erwin. what more can i say, he’s a gentleman in bed! anything you ask for, he will do without hesitation. want him to knock you up? done. want some head? he’s already on his knees. sad after a rough day? he’ll stuff your cunny full until your filled n happy. anything your heart desires, he’ll give it to you with all the adoration he has for you. ♡ even better when you realize how big he is. how he can easily pick you up and fuck you silly in mid air if he really wanted to. even better, how massive his fucking dick is, enough to make your mouth water just by the thought of it.

“e-erwin!” you whined, watching your husband’s face as he stared down at you. a gaze full of softness and love, a stark contrast to how he was treating you. a smile to his wife while fucking her slutty pussy like an attention deprived whore. “how did i get so lucky? what did i do to deserve such a beautiful girl as my wife..” he breathily chuckled, fucking into you at a slightly faster pace. erwin started down at you, from your flustered smile to your breasts and stuffed cunt, every last detail on you brought him closer to the edge. “good girl..my good girl. you deserve every inch i give you..”

➸ levi ackerman.

contrary to popular belief, levi isn’t the mean and rough dom many make him out to be (still adore that levi tho!) but rather, a gentle and passionate type of dom. he’s not the most romantic, but oh boy, when he is..buckle up. this man will treat you like your his final meal on death row, savoring every inch of flesh you have on your body. kissing you from your lips to your clit, muttering sweet nothings while pumping his slender fingers inside your cunny. he sings his praises when he’s balls deep in you, calling you names like ‘princess’ and ‘darling’, anything that fills your stomach with butterflies if its not his cock. your legs are already trembling from his voice alone, not helping the fact his groans are fuckin’ perfection.

“settle down princess, i barely did a thing.” levi carassed your breast with one hand while finger fucking you with the other. all he needed was two fingers and his wrist as he flicked it with a quickened pace that almost forced your thighs shut from shock and pleasure. while your mouth was closed, tiny whines still manage to spill through as your husband’s thumb moved it’s way to your clit, adding to the overstimulation. with his other hand, he tugged and played with your nipple while letting go just to take a gentle squeeze to your whole breast. you’re thighs shook as your orgasms reaches closer and you grabbed the coller of levi’s loose shirt for support. “‘s becoming too much princess? you wanna cum all over my fingers?” he spoke in a gentle and low tone, making you nod eagerly to his question. “How cute, shit—if only I could do this everyday.”

➸ armin arlot.

armin armin armeeen! <3 you already know what kind of man he is. his partner’s pleasure is a priority he takes very seriously, from letting you choose the position to making sure you orgasm first before he spills his seed inside you. he gives you princess treatment even after sex, not letting up until you knock out from exhaustion. he fucks you like your a goddess, hitting every sensitive spot in your while singing his praises. he wants, no, needs to see you cum around his cock as it’ll make the night worth it. he won’t lie, seeing you whimpering and shamelessly getting off to him servicing you never fails to push him over the edge and nearly fuck a baby in you. this man is a keeper!

“t-this good enough for you..?” armin sighed, watching you take in his dick inch by inch until you’ve completely sat down on it. “y-yeah..fuck you’re huge..!” you whined out, grabbed his thighs and trying your best to move while the overwhelming pleasure had you shaking. the blonde placed his hands on the plush of your hips, firmly holding it as he lifted you up from his cock before slamming you back down on it. a yelp tore from your throat, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh and your eyes screwed shut from the sharp pleasure. “right there! armin fuck..!” you mewl as he guided your hips, slamming his cock in and out of you at the pace you desired the most. his blue eyes peered through his bangs as he grew redder and redder from the expression you wore so beautifully. mouth parted open in an ‘o’ shape with slightly arched eyebrows, pink washed over your face with red sitting right on your cheeks. fuck, he was insatiable. “yes..just like that love, just like you wanted. always taking it like the good girl you are. ♡”

© porcalinecunt 💌 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 . . .

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) no plot, just riding jean into tomorrow ! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — ftm!reader. porn w/o plot. cowgirl position alllll the way. breeding. size kink. vanilla to rough sex. scratching. mentions of impregnation.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : jean come back the kids miss you! (つω`｡)

“ah..hah, Jean…” 

everything looked blurry, probably from the tears that flooded your eyes and soaked your hot cheeks. but none of it mattered, you were only focused on the burning pleasure that stirred in the pit of your stomach as you rode your boyfriend with a furocity you couldn’t communicate through words alone. yet, he knew you well enough. 

your fingers curled around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin hard enough to surely leave marks. the stinging pain of it must’ve already settled in, obvious from jean’s soft hiss that spilled through his teeth. a low groan followed, the sound going straight to your stuffed cunny, arousing you even more. as if his size wasn’t enough of a reason to instantly hop on him the moment the both of you stumbled through the bedroom door with your hand down his pants. he was unbelievably big, enough to kiss your cervix from sitting on the damn thing. 

here you were, rolling your hips like a madman, desperate for your orgasm. you leaned forward, now hanging onto the headboard which was crashing against the wall obnoxiously. the both of you definitely owed the neighbors an apology, but you were too lost in the pleasure to give a single damn about anything else. “slow down, baby. no need to rush..” 

Jean spoke in a hushed tone, only held back by a moan. you ignored his words, quickening your pace which only made the man below you fall into pure ecstasy. contradicting himself, he grabbed your hips and squeezed the soft flesh before forcing your movements to a halt. through a hazed vision, you watched him lift your hips to the point of nearly pulling out, only to be pushed back down in a sharp and sudden movement. a yelp forced itself out of your jugular, almost sounding like a scream. “Jeannn! F-fuck!” 

a sudden wave of pleasure crawled through your stomach as your boyfriend wrapped his large arms around your waist, holding you in place as he fucked upwards at a pace you couldn’t mimic yourself. Jean was pushed over the edge, it was only fair that he reciprocated your greediness. wrapping your arms around his head, you squirmed and wailed as you felt your legs grow more and more numb. incoherent nonsense was all he could hear, fueling his libedo and driving his hips against yours. “stop fucking squirmin’..you can take it–shit!” 

the sound of skin slapping and his cock pistoning in ‘n out of your sopping cunt pushed you over the edge, the familiar knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment. “Jean..! Baby..! S-so close..!” you sobbed, clenching around Jean’s girth as your body convulsed and twitched. as your orgasm came closer and closer, you held onto his body for dear fucking life. moans became silent, breathy screams as his cock twitched inside of you. 

“atta boy, gonna take my load…right? fuckin’ fill you up with my kids? yeah..you fuckin’ want it.” 

he rasped with a shit eating grin you grew to love, pulling you into a sloppy and messy kiss. tongue and teeth clashed, jean nipped away at your bottom lip only to shove his tongue down your throat. he didn’t allow a word in, not until the knot finally snapped, hurling you into an intense euphoria as you coated his cock with cum. unable to scream, you dug your nails into the skin on his back, clawing until you’re sure he drew blood. even after a painfully drawn out orgasm. jean still wasn’t done with you, as he continued to fuck your cum stuffed pussy in a desperate attempt to reach his own orgasm. he watched as your eyes widened from the overstimulation, chuckling at your naively shocked reaction. “What?” he groaned, pulling your chin to face him. 

“warned ya i’d knock you up, didn’t i, baby?”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

pretty girl - jean kirschtein x afab!reader - 18+!!!

there's def more eren coming but while that's in the works please enjoy the result of the jean brainrot i experienced the other day. fair warning- it's going to get pretty rough, but that's what you asked him for ;)

pairing: reader x jean kirschtein

wc: 4.6k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, established relationship (jean's ur gorgeous bf lucky u), unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), face fucking, pretty rough sex, vaginal fingering, biting, dirty talk, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, daddy kink, use of names (pretty girl, crybaby, good girl), very dom jean, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia/crying, creampie

this one was super fun and is very tasty u guys enjoy <3

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-> be there in 5 babe :)

You are not looking forward to this, to say the least. You pace madly around your little apartment in a massive t-shirt and sweatpants covering the skimpiest lingerie set you own. It’s got all the bells and whistles: a matching garter belt, lace in all the right places, stockings that come up to where your plush thighs are the fattest. You should be looking forward to this, you tell yourself, candles lit and ambient lighting ready to go. You have a gorgeous boyfriend who’s going to “be here in five”, and you should be brimming with excitement. But…you’re just not.

Jean’s been in your life for a few months now. What had started as a run-in at the coffee shop around the corner had turned into candlelit dinners, movie marathons, and exclusive titles, and you adore him. His sandy brown hair, the tattoo on his strong bicep, pretty hazel eyes– Jean’s sexy, loving, sarcastic, attentive, literally everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. Except when it comes to your sex life, that is.

The sex isn’t bad per se, you just can’t shake the feeling that he’s holding something back from you. He’s almost too perfect; he’s gentle with you, always taking care to ask permission before touching you, chaste kisses as he slides in, hand-holding in missionary. He cums every time, immune to the whiskey-dick you’d expect from his bourbon drinking habit, so you know he’s enjoying himself, but he doesn’t always seem all there. The fire just isn’t in him, and you know he has that side to him. You’ve seen those hazel eyes you love so much blaze, in a heated argument, at the gym. Why it doesn’t happen in your intimate moments is beyond you, it’s like he’s afraid to break you, like he’s not doing everything–

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Shit, knocking on your front door is what he’s doing.

You take one last look in the mirror: hair’s casual, but still sexy, makeup to a minimum, all straps and lace covered up by your inconspicuous pajamas. Time to potentially ruin your relationship.

“Hey beautiful,” Jean greets you with an innocent smile, “you look cozy.”

“Feel cozy,” you accept his kiss, chewing on your lip as he comes in. Your heart’s pounding in your ears; poor thing has no idea what’s to come. Maybe it’ll go well, you think; false hope might be the only thing that gets you to pull through with your plan.

“Have any movie ideas for tonight? I was thinking Hereditary, but only if you’re not too chicken…” Jean raises his eyebrows, a taunting smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Ha! If only he knew all of the things you aren’t “too chicken” for.

You smile weakly, stomach churning. “Maybe. Can we just…can we just talk for a sec?”

Jean’s playful demeanor drops instantly, replaced by a faint frown. “What about?”

You amble over to the couch, playing with the strings of your sweatpants anxiously. How the fuck are you even supposed to bring this up? Your mind’s racing so quickly it draws a blank, and before you can stop yourself, you blurt: “Sex.”

“Sex?” Jean’s cheeks tinge pink. He hasn’t shaved in probably a week, a shadow covering his sharp jawline. God, he’s gorgeous, you can’t mess this up, you really can’t.

“Yeah,” you confirm, “sex. Our sex, to be clear.”

“I figured as much,” Jean’s sat himself beside you now, one eyebrow raised suspiciously. He’s not upset, not yet, but you’ve definitely caught him off guard.

“I– I feel like we’re on different pages,” you stammer– fuck you are so bad at this, “I just feel like sometimes you’re so…gentle, and you don’t necessarily, like, have to be?”

Jean’s frowning full on now, a precious little wrinkle appearing in the center of his forehead. You’ve hurt him, and your heart sinks. Probably should have started with the pros. “Like…what do you mean, by ‘don’t have to be gentle’?”

“Our sex life is great,” you try to smile enthusiastically, as if you don’t actually want to blow your brains out right now, “please don’t think I’m saying you’re bad in bed or anything. I just, like– okay, for example, have you ever tried anything rough?”

His mouth is a flat line. “Like what?”

“Like, handcuffs, or roleplay, any of that stuff.”

“What have you tried?” His voice is even, collected, but there’s something simmering in him that you can’t put your finger on. It’s not anger, but it tastes similar, running in the same vein but not quite there. It’s your turn to feel your face warm.

“I mean, I’ve tried handcuffs before. Some light slapping, spanking.” You’re twiddling your thumbs, confessing into your lap. You can feel his eyes on you.

“That it?”

“I guess.”

“Did you…enjoy that kind of stuff?” He’s taking the bait. You finally meet his gaze and it ignites a little fire in your stomach; he’s never looked at you this intensely, brows pinched together like you’re a puzzle he’s trying to figure out. All of these little mannerisms are tells, you’re intuitive enough to know that, but exactly what he’s trying to convey you just can’t figure out.

“Yeah.”

“How rough are we talking, here?” Jean sounds deeper than normal, the slightest bit of strain to his words. That’s definitely new; Jean’s the most unshakeable person you’ve ever met.

“If I’m making you uncomfortable, I–”

“You’re not making me uncomfortable,” an easy chuckle floats out of his mouth, “just trying to feel you out is all.”

Your brows furrow. “Feel me out?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “I’m surprised, that’s all.”

“Surprised?” Your nose wrinkles. “Did I ever give off the impression that I was, like, super vanilla or something?”

“No,” he laughs again, a bit of the tension melting from the room, “no, not that. We’re just still pretty new, that’s all. Wasn’t going to whip out everything in my toolbox ‘til I knew you were okay with it.”

That piques your interest; you think you’d very much like to see what’s in this toolbox of his. “So you do like some of this stuff?”

Jean rolls that thought over in his mind for a beat before responding, a suspicious smirk that you can’t read tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I guess you could say I like some of this stuff.”

“We’re back to my original question then: what do you like?”

“I’m more worried about what you like,” Jean says, “especially since you won’t come right out and say it. Gonna make me guess?”

That’s your Jean, blunt as ever. The fire in your stomach sparks and spits at the conversation, teasing and tempting. There’s something playful to his words; you can’t shake this feeling that you’re missing something, that he’s toying with you, but you like it. You let him keep pushing, see where he’s leading you. “Sure, guess.”

“Do you like…” Jean trails off, examining you with his chin nestled between his thumb and index finger, “to be dominant?”

“No.”

“Submissive, then.”

“Yeah.” He likes that, you can tell by the way his eyes glint at you. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“Like to be tied up?”

“Already told you about the handcuffs.”

“I bet you have a praise kink.”

That has you flustered. There’s a sinking sensation in your stomach that you’ve underestimated him, waded out too deep into the water, but fuck it, you’re already here. “How’d you know?”

Jean smiles, pleased. “I just do. Overstimulation?”

“Sure.”

“Orgasm denial? Degradation?”

“If I deserve it.” It’s a bold answer, but it makes Jean suck in a sharp “fuck” between his teeth. Oh yes, you’ve definitely underestimated him.

“You like to be punished, don’t you?” His hand has traveled up to cup your jaw, thumb playing absentmindedly with your bottom lip. There’s an anticipatory warmth gathering between your legs, and the air between you both is practically crackling, charged by the tension thrumming through both of your bodies.

“Yes,” it comes out in a breath, almost pathetic, but you can’t help yourself. He looks so good, always does, and now he’s grazing his eyes over you like he wants to take a bite.

“You know how safewords work?” You nod a bit too eagerly. “Ours is going to be red, okay?”

“Okay,” you’re agreeing, but you aren’t entirely sure what to, caught up in the soft rubbing of his thumb over your mouth.

“If your mouth is,” a deep breath shakes through his frame, “occupied, give me a sharp pinch with your nails.”

“I can do that,” the tension between you is palpable now, the room’s so hot that you’re surprised your wallpaper isn’t peeling off.

“Go to your room,” Jean releases you, eyes dark and hungry, “take your clothes off and wait for me on the bed. I’ll be in soon.”

You follow his instructions without thinking twice, as if a switch has flipped in your brain. Maybe it was his tone, an authoritative way of speaking that threatens consequence, or maybe you’re just so ready to see what this perfect boyfriend of yours has been hiding all this time. As you’re getting undressed, you realize he still doesn't know about your lingerie. You bite back a smile, kneeling on the bed. This is going to be so good.

A minute or so ticks by slowly, and just when your legs are starting to ache, Jean’s entering your room. His face darkens in a way you’ve never seen before when he sees your little get up; lightning shoots through your core.

“Put on a pretty outfit just for me?”

“Mhm,” you hum.

“That’s good,” he says in that slow drawl of his, “good girl.”

He’s only testing the waters, but you can feel your body viscerally react to the little pet name, shifting on your knees to mask your desperate attempt for friction, dampness spreading in your panties. Jean sees right through your act, smirking.

Jean joins you in undressing, slipping his shirt over his head. You take your time admiring his torso; miles of long, lean muscle, little ripples by his ribs trailing into a ridiculous six-pack. Jean’s a confessed gym rat, and it shows in every little line along his body. You have to blink and look away before you start salivating.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Jean scolds, tilting your head up towards him, “eyes on me, got it?”

“Got it,” you answer. Jean frowns.

“That’s not very nice,” he says, “try again.”

You go out on a limb. “Yes, sir.”

Jean’s eyes glint again in that mean, pretty way you saw earlier. You did good, you did good for him. “Much better. Get on the floor.”

You slide off of your mattress, practically buzzing with anticipation, settling on your knees in front of him. A low groan rumbles in Jean’s chest.

“Look so good like that, my pretty girl.”

Oh, you really like that, nuzzling against his hand on your head. Jean smiles down at you, inching his pants down until that little thatch of brown hair starts revealing itself. “Open up for me, nice and wide.”

Your jaw’s dropped, mouth open and tongue out, expectant. Jean smiles wider, sharp and dangerous, pulling his cock out for you. He taps the head against your tongue a few times, even slaps you with it, facade faltering for a fraction of a second to gauge your reaction. You’re good for him, sitting still and patient with your mouth still open, a drop of drool starting to slide off the end of your tongue. Jean makes a sound that’s somewhere between a groan and a chuckle.

“Oh, you’re an obedient little thing, aren’t you?” Your panties grow impossibly wetter, you wiggle on your thighs under him, earning yourself another slap of his cock on your tongue, heavy and drooling. “Gonna fuck this pretty face, okay?”

You close your mouth around his head, sucking lightly to show your approval. He’s not even touched you, not so much as a kiss, and your brain’s foggy, running like a hamster on a wheel chasing the circular thought of be good, be good, be good. Jean grabs your hair none-too-gently, tugging it at the roots, and starts canting his hips towards your mouth, muttering under his breath about how good you are, how good your mouth feels on him.

You lower your jaw ever so slightly, and before long, Jean’s picking up speed, knocking your gag reflex here and there and making you cough around him. He doesn’t seem overly concerned; in fact, he grins cruelly down at you when he hits an extra-sensitive spot, making you hunch and gag on him.

“Look at my pretty girl, so happy getting her mouth fucked,” he hisses when you moan around him, feeling the vibrations up his cock. He’s moving faster now, rougher than he’s ever been. You’re gagging with some regularity, tears welling up in your eyes and threatening to spill down your cheeks. You expect him to let up, give you some air, but it only spurs him on, and before you know it, there are thick streams of tears running down your face. Your jaw aches, your knees burn, but you stay, letting him use you how he pleases.

“Fucking crying on me,” Jean growls, “my cock too much for you?”

You try to answer with a shake of your head, but he’s relentless, fingers tightening in your hair and cock shoving to the back of your throat, making you retch.

“No, you love it, don’t you? My little crybaby.”

You’re so wet you can feel it gathering on the insides of your thighs, entirely soaked through your panties. You move your hips subtly, this way and that, desperate for friction. Jean notices, pulling out of your mouth but staying connected by a string of your spit.

“You squirming, pretty girl? Need some attention?”

“Yes, sir,” you rasp, nodding eagerly. Jean helps you up onto the bed, lays you back against his chest facing the mirror on top of your wardrobe. It’s a terribly lewd sight; you spread out in front of him, face swollen and teary, the telltale glisten of wetness glittering on your thighs.

Jean slides a hand down your body, rubbing you over your panties and nibbling at your ear. “You’re gonna watch me make you cum, and if I see you look away, I’m fucking you ‘til I cum, and you’re not getting a damn thing. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” your voice wobbles pathetically. Jean seems to like it; his cock twitches in interest against your back. He pushes your panties to the side, flicking his fingers faster over your clit. Embarrassingly enough, you’re already nearing your halfway point from the face-fucking, moaning and grinding up into his palm.

“Need something?”

“Mhm,” you grit out, jaw clenched. Jean slaps your pussy; not too hard, but firm enough to make you jolt, bring you a moment of clarity.

“Manners,” he reminds you sharply.

“I’m sorry, I– can I please have a finger?”

Jean’s placated, slides one finger into you and laughs hot against your neck at the obscene sound that tears from your throat. “What do we say when we get what we ask for?”

“Thank you– fuck, thank you,” your words are coming out in puffs of breathe. Jean has long, skilled fingers, a fact you’re already familiar with, but the position he’s put you in has you dripping onto the sheets: forcing you to watch as he pumps in and out of you, grinding into your clit with the heel of his hand. You’ll be lucky if you last another minute.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? My pretty girl likes being full, right?” Jean murmurs, hot against the shell of your ear. “Tell me.”

“Yes, sir, I– I like it, I need– fuck!”

“What do you need?” Jean coos, entertained, as if he’s not unraveling you with just the one.

“I want one m-more finger, please,” you stutter, relieved you’re able to get the words out at all.

“Learning so fast,” Jean kisses your shoulder, granting your wish. His fingers are thick, the slight stretch making you throw your head back against his shoulder, hips rolling into his hand of their own accord. “Still looking?”

You force your head back to its upright position, mindful of the threat in his tone. His fingers work faster at your obedience, curling insistently against the gummy spot inside your walls that makes you see stars, makes you a little out of your mind with need. It’s that out-of-mind dizziness in your head that causes your little slip-up:

“Fuck, please, more- more, Daddy.”

Jean’s fingers still; it’s not until you’re halfway into a whine of disappointment that you realize what you’ve said. Your face burns; you meet his eyes in the mirror, yours shot wide and embarrassed. You trip over your words, trying to explain yourself. That definitely hadn’t been mentioned in your earlier conversation.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that, I just–”

“Just what? Already so fucked out you can’t think straight?” Jean curls his fingers pointedly against your walls, punching a groan from your chest.

“Yeah,” you sigh, head growing cloudy again.

“Say it again.” That definitely isn’t what you expect to hear him mutter against your neck. Jean works a third finger into your cunt with some difficulty, stretching you to your limits. “Fucking say it, or you’re not cumming.”

“Oh my God, D-Daddy,” your cries are pathetic, punctuated by whimpers. The bubble in your stomach is about to pop, the tension growing unbearable. You’re almost there, grinding into his hand pitifully and babbling, when Jean takes one of his hands to grab your throat roughly. He holds you captive, staring at your own stretched cunt on display for you in the mirror.

“Good, good girl,” he says, “now watch Daddy make you cum.”

The band inside you snaps viciously; your back arches away from him, and you squirt, gushing all over your bed sheets, inhuman sounds tearing from your throat where you struggle under his hand. Jean’s working you through the whole thing, still steadily pumping his fingers and whispering dirty little nothings into your ear. It finally begins to quiet, overstimulation washing over you. You push urgently at his wrist, mumbling something or other about “too much, too much”.

Jean mercifully obliges, pulling his hand from you with a shameful sucking sound, giving your pussy another light slap.

“Such a good girl for me, yeah? How you feelin’?”

“Good, so good,” you slur, “I’ve never– never…”

“Never squirted?” Jean’s eyebrows shoot up at your answering nod before a smug expression settles over his face. “Such a fun little toy, aren’t you? Just wait, you’ll get used to it soon enough.”

Your cunt clenches around nothing; so he can make you do that? Again? Jean’s slid out from behind you and is repositioning your limp body, dragging you down the bed by your ankles to line you up with his cock. He bends your knees up, pressing them close to your head. Jesus, he’s going to kill you at this rate.

“Want me to fuck you?”

“Please,” you hate the begging lilt to your voice, but you’re beyond fighting it. You gave up the reins a long time ago when you knelt for him, let him call you a good girl, let him fuck your throat.

“I’ve got you, pretty girl, Daddy’s gotcha,” Jean starts bullying his way into your pussy, still tight and pulsing from your orgasm. “Shit, got a tight little cunt, don’t you? Feels so good– fuck.”

You’re simpering under him, barely able to process the stretch of his cock in you. He’s well-endowed and you’re overwhelmed, a dizzying combination for your fucked-out brain to handle. Just when you think he might be in your throat he’s so deep in you, his hips press to the back of your thighs, both of you letting out a long groan at the feeling.

“So pretty,” Jean muses, not moving yet, just placing a thumb on your clit and absentmindedly playing with it, “such a beautiful pussy.”

You whine, frustrated. He glares at you, landing a harsh smack to your inner thigh.

“I’m not going to warn you again.”

“Please fuck me, oh God, please,” you pant, past the point of humility. Jean licks his lips, presses his palms deep into the backs of your knees, practically folding you in half. He gives you what you ask for.

You’re jolted back and forth on the mattress, mouth hung open in a silent scream as he splits you open on him, forces every inch deep into you. His tip’s kissing your cervix, pain blooming in your abdomen, but you don’t even care, so lost in the rhythm of his hips.

“Jean, I– oh my God,” you try to tell him how good he feels, but all you get is a firm hand around your throat.

“Who’s fucking this pretty cunt up, hm? Fucking you good and deep? Who is it?”

“Daddy,” you choke out, breathless, “Daddy’s.”

“There you go,” Jean’s focused on where you’re connected, eyes never leaving the frothy white ring forming around the base of his cock. You’re crying again, vaguely aware of the streams of tears running down your temples, into your hairline, but fuck, he just feels so good your brain can’t even process it. Jean takes notice, wipes one of your tears and licks it off of his thumb. “Cute fucking crybaby, all happy and cockdrunk, aren’t you?”

You whimper some semblance of an agreement, feeling the band of tension in you already getting stretched to a breaking point. He’s at an angle that allows him to hammer into the most delicious spot inside of you, rubbing against it with each thrust.

“Gonna cum soon, I– I’m gonna cum soon,” you manage, locking his gaze.

“Let me feel it, go on, do it for me,” Jean pants, squeezing your neck tighter. The lack of air goes to your head; the room spins until all you can focus on is him pounding into you. You cum violently, throbbing around his cock, thrashing against his strong arms. Jean fucks you through it, never losing his pace. “Good fucking girl, just like that.”

You’re practically wheezing as your senses return to you, clawing at Jean’s arm on your throat. He lets up on your neck, smiling down at you. “Feel good?”

“Mhm,” you hum, blissed out and half-asleep until Jean flips you, forcing you to prop up on your hands and knees. “Wait, Jean–”

“Wait?” Jean scoffs, sliding back into you. You let out a little cry, and he smacks your ass sharply. “This is what you asked for, right? Said I was being too nice to you.”

“I didn’t– oh my god…” your eyes roll back into your head, a well-placed thrust cutting your words off. “It’s so…it’s so much, Jean.”

Jean lands three more sharp slaps to your ass, already thrusting into you at a brutal pace. “What was that?”

“T-too much, Daddy,” you collapse, face shoved into the bed to mask the pitiful cries leaving your mouth. It is too much; if you tuck your chin to your chest, you can see a little bulge in your tummy where he’s fucking into you, another orgasm already building in the pit of your stomach. You feel like you might pass out if he makes you cum again, but he’s ruthless.

“Too much?” Jean coos, fisting your hair to turn your face. He’s glaring down at you. “You were practically begging me for it, and my pretty girl gets what she wants, right? Said you wanted it rough, so you’re going to fucking take it.”

You nod miserably, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Jean hisses when you clamp down around him. “Squeezing me so goddamn tight, this pussy.”

You feel a hand start thrumming insistently against your clit and nearly shriek; your pussy’s so swollen, so sensitive already. You claw at the bedsheets, feeling something warm and wet swelling inside of you.

“Daddy, I– fuck, it’s, it’s–”

“Gonna make you squirt again,” it’s a promise from behind your ear, “you’re gonna squirt on my cock and Daddy’ll cum for you, okay?”

“I can’t, I–” you’re wailing, words cut off by your own moans. Jean loves it, you can feel his thrusts growing more urgent against your hips, so deep in you you could choke.

“You can,” he corrects you, hand moving faster, “want Daddy to cum in you?”

“Yes, please, p-please,” You cry, letting him use you as he wishes. 

“I’ll give it to you, gotta cum first, you can do that, can’t you? Taking me so well, pretty girl, just need you to cum one more time for me.”

“Uh-huh,” the edges of your vision are starting to close in. He’s ruthless, hips slamming into yours hard enough to bruise, cock stretching you out so nicely, you can’t hold it, but you know, somewhere deep in this primal part of your brain, you need to be good, need to ask him. “Need to cum, Daddy, please– please let me, I–”

“Go ahead,” Jean shushes you, hips moving impossibly faster, “be a good girl, let me feel it.”

That tips you over the edge and Jean makes good on his promise; your cum is dripping out of you, spraying onto his thighs and ruining your sheets. You’re thrashing your head back and forth and sobbing through your orgasm, pinned and powerless under him. Jean swears at the vice-like grip you have on him; it doesn’t take him long to follow suit, pressing himself as deep as he can go, cumming in you. He bends over you as he does, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to him, kissing you hard in a mess of tongue and teeth. You feel it warming your stomach, moaning appreciatively until you both collapse in a sweaty mess of limbs, gasping for breath and clutching onto one another.

Jean allows himself a few moments to catch his breath, and then he’s pulling out of you, leaving you empty and whimpering. He shushes you, holding you close to his chest and letting you work through the intense session in his arms. You’ve never been so fucked out, nuzzling into his chest and simply letting him hold you, letting the aftershocks wrack through your sore body. After a few minutes you’re coming to; the haze begins to lift, and you peek up at him, unsure of where to start after…that.

“You okay?”

You turn the words over in your mouth before you can get them out, still feeling a bit like you’re floating. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. That was…wow.”

Jean, the man that just held you down and forced what were probably life-threatening orgasms out of you, blushes. “Yeah, it was really something.”

“Yeah, it was,” you agree, giggling despite yourself. Your mind is still a little cloudy, a little soft after everything. “But it was good. So good.”

“Yeah?” Jean grins, hoisting you up into his lap so you can both sit up, still cradling you to his chest. “Not too gentle, was I?”

Your face grows hot, you want to hide it behind your hands. “No, not too gentle.”

“You were right earlier,” he admits, “I was definitely holding out on you just because the way I like to…I mean, I don’t think I need to get too into it, you were there. It can be a lot. Didn’t want to push you too far.”

You hum contentedly, playing with the little gold chain he always wears. “I understand that now, but I’m a big girl. I can handle whatever you want to give me, promise.”

“Don’t say that,” Jean groans, “too tired for round two.”

Your hand falls into the mess between your thighs, and you wince. “Maybe after a shower?”

“Greedy,” Jean tuts, scooping you up with him to make the journey over to your bathroom, “my greedy, pretty girl.”