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𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬, 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝙖𝙢. :: 📍 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗺
𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗦 𝙥𝙤𝙫.
"Jean..." You breathed out, eyes watering as you straddled his waist, his hands digging into your hips painfully, but yet pleasure rushed through you as your deep brown eyes stared into him and he fulfilled the same action back, feeling him channel every inner thought, feeling and heartbeat to you. You could hear your own heartbeat through your ears and still, your eyes never left his.
He stared right back at you not even being able to say a single word. His mind blank, filled with absolutely nothing as the beauty in front of him was beyond him, ineffable almost that he wasn't able to grasp it. You. You were the one he sees in his restless dreams and nights. The lingering thought in his mind was always you.
His lips parted to speak but yet nothing but a croak came out. "y/n, you're...beautiful." He managed to wither out of him, feeling himself tremble under you.
He felt your body react and collide with his as your soul tied with his once again to make electricity as you both touched. He found himself gripping, grabbing every piece of you, hungrily, like you were going to disappear at any given moment.
Small gasps left your mouth as he pulls you in by your hips, filling the minimal space between the both of you and now only a kiss away. His hands moved lower as your faces got closer, both of your breathing heavy and hot. "Is this what you want?" He uttered lowly before doing anything.
"Wake up."
"What?" He asked with confusion laced in his voice, and you suddenly have a concerned look on your face. "Wake up!" You repeated again.
He snaps out of it and suddenly his eyes pop open so fast they would almost come out of their sockets. Jean is woken up to a loud blaring alarm which he set on purpose just in case he overslept. Meaning he had slept through the previous alarms.
He breathes heavily as he realises that whole encounter was another dream. He lets out a low groan as he shifts in his bed, putting his hand over his eyes out of embarrassment like he was being watched in his own bedroom.
"Oh, God." He murmured as he processed what inappropriate things he had just dreamt about, to someone who wasn't even his girlfriend (yet, he hoped). He felt himself turn a light shade of pink and so he turned to bury his face in a pillow for a moment.
He had been having dreams about you for days on end; always in different places or contexts. He wasn't complaining though, this was probably the closest he'd ever get to you. Plus that Hakeem guy seemingly liked you. He could tell and he was sure that the rest could too and it got on his nerves whenever he thought about it.
