you're at a party and jean knows you're there, and he knows that you're avoiding him. you sneak glances at him throughout the night from the other side of the room and every time he catches your stare, he kinda smirks to himself bc his ego's big and he thinks you're checking him out but in reality you're just making sure he's nowhere near you.
as the night goes on, you find yourself escaping into the bathroom to take a small break from the party. luckily for jean—not so lucky for you—he notices when you slip away from the crowd. he stands right outside the bathroom while you take your time in there, but once he hears the twist of the knob, he's quick to push the door open and let himself inside.
"thought you could stare me down all night without me noticing?" he teases once he closes the door behind him. he then leans on the door to make sure you won't try to slip past him and go back to the crowd.
"fuck off, let me leave."
"watch your fuckin' mouth." he takes a couple steps forward and now that he's right in front of you, you have to tilt your head up to look at him. the way he peers down at you makes you feel so inferior to him. "you must be really stupid if you think i'm lettin' you go that easy."
you find yourself apologizing, even though there's nothing to be sorry about. his calloused hand finds your cheek, and he soothes his thumb over your skin. "you can always make it up to me."
the tension in the air is thick, and you don't know if it's the alcohol in your system or the adrenaline that's fueling you, but one thing quickly leads to another. his hands roam your body as he crashes your lips together, sliding down your waist and squeezing the fat of your ass. without breaking the kiss, he impatiently swivels you around so that the small of your back is pressed against the counter.
you can feel the not-so-gentle tug on your clothes; a wordless urge for you to strip yourself. untangling your fingers from his disheveled brown hair, you begin to remove your clothes slowly. if he gets to enjoy your body tonight, why not have a little fun yourself and tease him?
"you're killin' me here, angel." the petname is so foreign to you, especially coming from jean, the guy that basically tormented you from the moment you met. but it makes you feel good inside; it makes your mind all fuzzy and tummy all warm.
as soon as all your clothes pile up on the floor, he scrambles to undo his pants. pushing them to his mid-thighs, he turns you around so that you're facing the sink.
"look at you, spreading your legs so easily for someone who claims to hate me so much," is all he says before sliding his cock inside of you. he's met with some resistance due to the lack of prep, but with the way your walls hug him so tight, he doesn't give it a second thought.
"jean..." you whine against the counter. your fingers are clasped around the edge, desperate for something to hold on to. this definitely isn't the first time he's managed to get in your pants, but you'll never get used to the way he fills you up. it was like his cock was made to be inside of you—as much as you hate to admit it.
"yeah, say it louder, baby. let 'em know who's making you feel so good."
the pace of his thrusts increases when you're not clenching on his dick as tight, and the sound of skin against skin resonates throughout the tiled room. you bite your lip to hold back your moans so that you don't give him the satisfaction. in turn, he smacks your ass a couple times to try and get them out of you.
all of a sudden, there's an overwhelming feeling of emptiness when he pulls out and takes a step back. "jean, come onnn."
"you were being so quiet, i thought you weren't enjoying it." he shrugs, knowing damn well you were.
"c'mon, pleeease," you beg.
"maybe you should've listened the first time."
"please fuck me!!"
with a roll of his eyes, he aligns himself against your hole again. "do yourself a favor and be useful for once."
he fucks into you again at a relentless pace, not giving you any time to collect your thoughts. you can feel tears beginning to form at your lash line, but there's nothing you can do to stop them from flowing down your face.
"what are you crying for? is my dick that good?"
"no, shut up." you let out a gasp and your whole body shudders when he hits a deep spot after a particularly rough thrust. and he continues to pound into you, finding that same spot with subsequent thrusts. your moans now uncontrollably spill from your mouth.
"huh, what was that? you said my dick isn't good? you were calling my stroke game 'weak' or something?"
"no! please, i'm sorry!" you cry, quick to take back your words.
"no, but you said i don't know how to fuck?" he continues while angling his hips differently. pulling his shirt up, he can see where his body meets yours and the sight nearly pushes him over the edge. "don't be smart with me."
there's a moment where he pauses his actions to adjust himself. he leans over your back and snakes one hand up the front of your body to grab your jaw. he lifts your head up so that you're met with your reflection in the mirror. the mascara around your eyes is reminiscent of dark clouds swirling on a stormy night.
"you're going to watch as i ruin you, and don't you dare look away."
you leave your mouth agape as jean brings his index and middle fingers into your mouth. he feels around, pressing on your tongue and pushing them as far back into your mouth as he can
he starts grinding his hips against your ass as he nears his climax, and you can feel yourself getting close as well. the wetness running down your thighs leaves an icky feeling that you choose to ignore.
"eyes on me," jean says with a harsh slap on your ass when he notices your gaze drifting away from the mirror. "cum now, before i do."
"f-fuck," you whimper once you climax. the coil in your tummy snaps and you would've slumped against the counter if it wasn't for his hand holding up your head.
"you really are just cock-hungry," he grunts, movements now getting sloppy. "just needed someone to slut you out and shut you up, hm?"
you're too tired to say anything, and your jaw is slack from having your mouth open for so long. you want to defend yourself from his insults, but you just can't.
you whine as he pulls out again, but this time he's quickly stroking his dick to chase his release. his other hand leaves your mouth to hold your body in place as he cums. you can feel it hot and heavy on your back, burning into your skin, almost like he was claiming you as his. with deep breaths and heavy pants, he rests his hands on the edge of the counter, essentially trapping you beneath him.
"get off of me," you mumble while trying to free yourself from his arms. sinking to the floor with weak and wobbly legs, you begin to collect your clothes. "i hate you, and i'm never doing this again."
he scoffs. "that's why you'll fuck me ten times over, right? we both know you can't get enough of me."
