she wants to say 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪
but keeps it 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
because love will mean falling
and she's afraid of heights.
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05. 五百零五 "in my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side with your hands between your thighs and a smile"
There's a hungry rush in the kiss you receive from Jean, you jolt at his sudden move but simultaneously embrace into it.
His hands are cupping your cheeks and the kiss begins to get heated .
Jean casually slips his tongue into your mouth and you battle for dominance at one point. He grips your waist as a warning and you finally let him take over.
When the kiss is broken nothing but pure lust is filling not only Jean but your own eyes.
"Jean.." you whisper, your hand travelling up to his chest, he looks down at your motions and then back up at you and without question ,you nod your head causing him to once again smash his lips against yours this time he doesn't waste any time to slip his tongue into your mouth and is instantly winning dominance over you.
Your hands are anywhere and everywhere.
Jean begins to back you both up until you're sat on the couch and he's hovering over you with your lips still moving against eachother.
His lips slowly trail down biting your lip lightly before doing so and down to your neck, by now he's stripping you off completely.
His hands are slipping down to your hip caressing them as he continues to attack your neck, bitting and nibbling every now and then, getting a mewl sound out of you.
His apron was long gone the moment you had gotten onto the couch and all to it left was his plaid button up white shirt.
Which was doing more than just bothering you, you drag your fingertips up his shirt and slowly undoing them one by one which he then leans back to gladly throw it off for you.
The way his lips would stroke against your skin, his chest against your own and your now heating core.
Your hand travels up to the back of his head, fingers rushing through his hair. You take this opportunity when he detaches his lips to take him out of his daze and push him back on to the couch.
