Lion's Den (Jean x Reader) [COMPLETE]

Part 2: Revenge

Jean bore the marks of your "punishment" for days afterwards. No one knew the culprit, and you felt a small sense of pride in your work whenever the whispers and laughter that followed him caused a light blush to appear on his cheeks.

He had treated you differently since then. Whenever you were close he seemed flustered and avoided your eyes. It was adorable, really, and your pride only grew at the knowledge of what you could do to him.

But there was something in the way he looked at you when no one else was around – something dark, mischievous. You suspected some serious Jean-brand revenge was heading your way soon, but you were certainly not expecting it to come in the form it did...

You could feel his honey eyes boring into you from the opposite side of the dining hall. You ignored him, but decided to give him a show all the same. You scooped up a spoonful of stew and lifted it to your lips, blowing gently on the liquid even though it was already quite cool. Then you place the tip of the spoon in your mouth and turned to face the boy. You locked you [e/c] eyes with his, and ever so slowly pulled the spoon from your mouth, sucking on it with soft, wet lips. You licked your lips seductively afterward, and you noticed Jean stiffen. His eyes narrowed. I know what you're doing, they said.

Lowering your eyes slightly so you were looking at him through your lashes, you picked up a small bread roll from your plate, and placed the end of it on your mouth. Jean stood abruptly, his face red and strode from the hall, not giving you a second glance. You chuckled to yourself as he left.It's so easy. You happily went back to your meal, oblivious to the fact that some of the other boys has noticed your exchange and were now discreetly covering their crotches...

You began to make your way back to the girls' dorm after dinner, but before you could take more than two steps you felt a hand close around your wrist. You gave a small scream as you were tugged into a shadowy corner.

"Shhh! If Shadis find us he'll have our heads." You recognised that voice.

"Jean! What are you-?" He grasped your chin in his calloused hands and pressed his lips against yours, effectively shutting you up. It was rough, wanting, his mouth hungrily devouring yours. His other hand curled around your waist, pulling you closer to his heated body. When you finally broke apart, you could see the fire in his gaze. He leaned in close, curling his long fingers in you [h/c] hair, and brought his lips to your ear.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

You simply smirked at him. He shook his head.

"What am I saying? Of course you do. Always the tease, [Name]."

"Admit it," you said. "You love it."

Jean laughed softly, nuzzling the side of your neck. "I do. So much so that I'm going to return the favour."

He kissed your neck, sucking on the tender skin beneath your ear. You shuddered slightly, biting your lip to stop your gasp of pleasure from escaping. Like hell you were going to let him know you actually enjoyed this. But he had felt you shudder, and he smirked into your skin.

"Payback time," he said, and before you could react he was kissing you again, forcing his tongue past your lips. One hand held you close against him, gripping your backside, while the other found its way up your shirt, caressing you beneath the thin fabric.

His lips trailed across your jawline and down to your neck again, teeth grazing your skin. He bit down gently, causing you to moan softly. That only spurred him on. He pushed you back, sandwiching you between his body and the hard wall behind you, his attack on your neck not abating in the least.

"Jean..." you gasped as he pressed his thigh between your legs, causing your bodies to grind together blissfully. You could feel him smirking confidently against your neck, while you had been reduced to a moaning mess. Your hands trailed over his chest and began to lift his shirt slightly, but he stopped you, catching your wrists in one strong hand.

"Oh no, you don't get to touch." He smirked. That phrase sounded awfully familiar. He used one hand to pin your arms above your head and continued his ministrations.

He began rocking his hips into yours, creating delicious friction between the two of you. You whimpered in pleasure, and he nibbled your collarbone as you arced into him with each movement. Soon you were panting, trying to stifle the moans that were continually threatening to escape. You wanted more. So much more. You mewled, trying to express your longing.

Jean suddenly stopped, a smirk plastered across his face. "Lion? More like a kitten."

And with that he walked away, leaving you flustered and breathless in the cool night air.