Jean Kirstein X Reader

001

The door slammed open.

"I've had enough." A deep voice said.

"Jean? Is that you?" You asked.

Suddenly, you felt two hands grab you as you got slammed to the wall.

"Jean!" You yelled, startled.

"Don't worry princess, it's me. I've been spending the whole day thinking of you."

Now this was one of the sides of Jean that drove you absolutely insane. His way of aggressively showing you love, that he only wanted and will only want you. He wanted you, and you wanted him. You two were absolute animals for each other.

For your peace of mind, Jean had the doors locked, the curtains shut, the lights dimmed, and some loud music already beginning to play. It was the perfect moment to let loose together.

As he had you pinned on the wall, you both looked at each other. He winked at you and giggled. You responded with a low laugh and you both pulled your faces closer in together.

Your lips locked into a deep, hot, kiss. Your tongues intimately met, lips were getting bitten, hair was being passionately pulled.

"Jeann!" You moaned.

He responded with his hands aggressively traveling down, grabbing you with burning passion.

You felt something hard between your legs, and traveled down to tease it. Jean instantly grunted.

As Jean's intense kisses traveled down your neck, he tore away the tee you were wearing. He stared in awe at your chest, and tore off your bra with it. His eyes were filled with lust.

You tugged at his shirt to imply that you wanted that shit off, and he concurred. He whispered in your ear, "An eye for an eye, huh babe?"

As he took his shirt off your eyes couldn't be convinced to look anywhere else, not that you wanted to anyways. This was such a sight for you. Jean's whole body was perfect.

Jean pulled you two closer and both your skins touched. He breathed deeply and started nibbling at your neck and worked his way down. In his other hands he aggressively touched your breasts. You moaned in pleasure.

"Fuck baby, this all for me?" Jean teased.
"Why would you ask? Of course it is." You responded.
"And it always will be." Jean whispered.

As you locked in another deep kiss, Jean picked you up as you two simultaneously kissed and headed to your favorite place to make love, your bedroom.

He threw you on the bed as he ripped off the sweatpants you were wearing. You pointed at his pants and he took his belt off slowly to excite you more.

"We'll be needing this." He winked as he gave you the belt.

With his pants off, he got left with his boxers. He smiled at you, and took your panties off. You smiled at him and took his boxers off.

He looked down at you as you sat on the edge of the bed.

"You don't need to ask for permission." You giggled.

As he got on top of you he used his belt on your hands.

His veiny member entered you slowly.

"Ngh Jeann.."

With moans and grunts filling the room, Jean kept going inside you deeper and deeper, enjoying all the expressions that you made with every thrust.

Jean enjoyed making a mess out of you, it was such a sight, as you were more of a serious person, and he was the flirt between you two.

Jean kept whispering stuff like "Fuck babe" ,"You're so good" , "I adore you" in your ear. You kept getting made into more of a mess by the minute.

As you moaned more and more Jean followed suit. His deep moans by themselves could get you off.

He bit your breasts and held onto your waist stronger and stronger. Wet noises filled the room.

As you and Jean came closer and closer to your climax, the more intense the moment got. His eyes met yours and you felt his hot release inside you.

He threw his belt to the side and you both tangled in another steamy kiss. Your hands dug into his smooth hair as his grabbed your face with love.

"You're so beautiful, I love you." Jean whispered.
"And I love you, Jean."