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exoahgasebby · 7 months

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It’s Been A Long Time Coming

- Kinktober Day 1 : Virginity Loss

pairing : jean kirstein x female!reader

summary : days before the raid on Liberio, your boyfriend Jean plans a date night with you. when the night is ending with him doing paperwork, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

cw : fingering, virginity loss, angst, porn with emotions, semi-public sex, chair sex, lil bit of breeding if you look closely, did i mention angst?

wc : 2.2k

tags : @satorussunset @insomniacscripts

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“Are you going to pay attention to me at all tonight, or do I just need to leave?”

His eyes go wide at your question. Of all the things he had expected you to say, that was not one of them.

Tonight was planned to be a small date night, just something for the two of you before the raid on Liberio in the next couple of days. Somehow, the night led into the two of you back at headquarters with Jean filling out paperwork.

“I - what?” he asks, his hands letting go of the pencil he was using.

“You heard me,” you say. “I have barely seen you in weeks. I know the raid is happening soon, but we haven’t had any time together in awhile - and the one night we do we end it doing paperwork?”

You stand up from your chair, walking around his desk as his eyes watch your figure the entire way.

“Do you truly think I wore the tiniest dress in all of Paradis for just a regular date night?” you tease, your hands putting all of his paperwork neatly to the side of his desk.

“I did n-notice it was pretty small,” he stammers, watching as you push his chair out of the way so you can climb onto his desk.

“If you would’ve been paying attention to your girlfriend, Commanding Officer Kirstein, you would’ve noticed the lack of underwear as well.”

You spread your legs wide as his eyes trail down, seeing your pussy on display in front of him.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he mutters as his hands grip the arms of his chair tightly.

“C’mon, handsome,” you say, reaching one of your hands down to touch yourself. “Take a break and have some fun with me.”

A quiet “yes ma’am,” falls from his mouth as he pushes himself onto his knees in front of you. His arms wrap around your thighs, keeping them apart as his tongue starts licking your clit. Your head falls back as a loud moan escapes your throat, causing his arms to hold you tighter at the sound.

The two of you would never do something like this in his office for fear that another ranking officer could hear or walk in at any moment, but you had been too needy to care right now.

“I missed you,” you whimper, feeling one of his arms release your leg.

“Oh, baby,” he groans as his hand starts to rub your clit. “I’ve missed you and this pussy so fucking much.”

Your upper body lies down as his tongue works itself through your folds, collecting your juices on it while your back arches at the feeling. It’s only seconds before you feel that knot in your stomach threatening to burst.

“Jean, I’m gonna -“

“Fuck, YN,” he moans as his tongue and fingers switch places.

His fingers fill you instantly. Your hips buck to meet his pace, only causing curse words to leave his mouth at the sight. Your cunt tightens around them as you feel yourself reaching your peak.

“You gonna cum, princess?”

Your head nods furiously as your orgasm hits you. You normally would’ve waited for him to tell you to let go, but it has been too long and you couldn’t hold it back.

His fingers continue to pump into you through your orgasm as his tongue begins to lick around them, not missing a single drop of it. A mixture of moans and panting fills the room at the sensation his tongue causes.

“Taste so fucking good,” he breathes, his cock straining underneath his pants uncomfortably.

“Jean,” you moan at the overstimulation as his fingers slowly pump into you after your orgasm. “Need more. Please.”

“Use your words, love,” he says, his mouth leaving your cunt as he raises his head to look at you.

“N-Need your cock,” you stutter. “W-wanna cum on your cock.”

His movements stop at your words. The two of you had agreed long ago to not cross that line, worried that if you did then something bad would happen immediately after. After the first taste of you, Jean knew he was ready to take things further, but you were the hesitant one.

He was completely understanding of your feelings. Hell, you could have told him to leave you alone and he would have. He had been in love with you for far too long to ever disagree with anything you told him to do.

“Baby,” he says softly, taking his fingers out of you.

He stands up quickly, his hands helping you sit up on his desk so that you’re face to face with him. Your eyes meet his, and you can’t help but smile as you see the sparkle in them.

“Are you sure?” he asks, moving the baby hairs from your face. “I’m okay with waiting until everything is over. I told you I would do anything for you -“

“Then fuck me, Jean,” you cut him off.

“I just, I just want to make sure you’re completely sure about this.”

“I’m tired of waiting for all of this to be over,” you whisper. “We don’t have any clue when it’s going to be over, and I’m tired of putting this off. I love you and you love me, and that’s all that matters.”

Your hands work at the buttons of your dress as you talk, Jean’s eyes following as each button is released. He swallows a lump in his throat as you undo the last button, your dress opening completely to reveal your naked body. His hands carefully pull your straps off of your shoulders, making the dress completely fall away from your body.

“Please, Jean,” you whisper, your hands undoing his belt slowly. “We need this. Please.”

You were right, you both needed this more than anything right now. Tensions had been too high the last few weeks, and you both felt each other slipping through the cracks the longer it dragged on.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he breathes out, his hands softly caressing your sides as you slowly pull his pants off of his waist.

“I know you have,” you say quietly, feeling tears threaten to fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry it took me so long to be ready for you.”

His pants hit the floor with a quiet thud. He works his feet out of them and takes a step back. Your eyes follow his movements as his hands reach down to the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down until they sit on the floor in the pile with his pants.

“C’mere, baby,” he says softly, his hand reaching out for yours as he sits back in his chair.

Your soft hands interlace with his rough ones as he slowly pulls you closer to him, placing you in between his legs. Jean watches as you lean over him to slowly unbutton his shirt, your chest rising and falling with every deep breath as you work through them.

You were a nervous mess. He could sense it.

“Breathe, love,” he murmurs as you pull his shirt off of his shoulders.

The two of you take a moment to stare at each other’s naked bodies. You take in the sight of his muscular chest, his body peppered with tiny scars from years of training and fighting.

He watches as you take in the sight of his cock, sitting up against his stomach as a drop of pre-cum drips from the tip. Your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip and Jean has to fight back a moan at the action.

You take a deep breath as you step closer to him, lifting your legs one at a time until you’re straddling his lap. His cock rests against your clit, causing you to hiss quietly at the friction.

“Babygirl,” he struggles to say, his hand softly lifting your chin. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Jean,” you whisper, bringing your lips to his.

His plump lips move softly against yours. Your heart raced beneath your chest at the feeling, something you felt every single time Jean kissed you. He always gave the type of kisses that made the world around you disappear, making you completely forget about the danger you both were in daily.

A gasp leaves your mouth as you feel his hands grasp your ass, pushing your cunt along the length of his cock. His tongue takes the opportunity and works its way inside your mouth, his mouth swallowing your quiet moans as your hands work themselves into his hair.

Loud grunts escape his throat as you pull lightly on his hair, only making his hands grab your ass harder. Your hips begin to move on their own as you feel that knot reappearing in the pit of your stomach.

“Jean, I -“

“You ready, baby?” he grunts, placing his forehead on yours.

You nod softly as you lift yourself up. A moan escapes him as your soft hand wraps around his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

“Easy, love,” he croaks as you slowly sink onto him, your eyes filling with tears at the sudden fullness. “Breathe, beautiful. Just breathe.”

You feel the tears running down your cheeks, but your mind only focuses on Jean’s thick cock filling you to the hilt. Your hips try to move but his hands stop them.

“Relax, YN. Take it slow, baby.”

His eyes find yours, reaching one of his hands up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“Talk to me, love. What’s going through that beautiful mind?”

“I’m scared,” you whisper with a shaky voice.

“Scared of what,” he asks, noticing you lifting your hips up slowly and pausing just before the tip is out of you.

“Losing you.”

Your head falls onto his shoulder as he thrusts back into you quickly, causing a loud moan to leave you. Both of his hands grab your hips roughly, working you along his length as he roughly breathes into your ear.

“You’re not losing me,” he groans in between thrusts, your cunt tightening around him. “You’ll never lose me.”

You try to think of a response, but your brain can’t compute words as you feel your orgasm approaching. Your walls flutter around his cock as the sensation rocks over you. A chorus of curses and moans falls from your lips as your legs shake on top of him, only making it harder for him to maintain his composure.

“That’s it, princess,” he moans in your ear. “Cum all over my cock. Such a fucking good girl.”

Your cunt tightens at the praise from him, only causing his head to fall back at the feeling.

“Fuck, you like that? Me calling you my good girl?”

“Yes,” you whimper, your cunt suddenly feeling over sensitive as he continues to fuck you.

One of his arms wraps around your hips, holding you steady as he quickens his thrusts into you. He hisses as your teeth bite into his shoulder when his other hands fingers start playing with your clit, working you quickly into another orgasm.

“Too much,” you whine at the overstimulation.

“You can take it, baby,” he grunts, his thrusts falling out of rhythm as he feels you tighten around him. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

“Fuck, Jean,” you moan breathlessly. “Wanna feel you cum.”

“Shit,” he hisses, feeling your walls clamp down on him. “Your pussy gonna milk my cock? Fuck, baby.”

Your third orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave as his cock pulses inside of you. A slight taste of iron tinged your tongue as you bite harder into his shoulder, your teeth puncturing his skin. The mixture of the pain from his shoulder and your pussy gripping onto him sends him over the edge, spilling himself inside of you.

He fucks you through both of your orgasms, your fingers clawing at his arms because of the overstimulation. Your legs give out completely as he fills you up, your name leaving his mouth like a chant the whole time.

His arms wrap around your back as your body slacks against him.

“You did so good, baby girl,” he whispers into your ear, his fingers lightly tracing shapes along your lower back with his cock nestled inside of you.

His eyes shoot open, taking in the scenery around him. The sun beats down on the grass he’s laying on, beautiful tiny blue flowers scattered around him. He sits back up, shaking his head in disbelief that he actually fell asleep.

He stands up quickly, his hands making quick work of discarding the tiny blades of grass from his uniform. Tears threaten to fall from his eyes at the memory in his dreams, but he fights them back. He refuses to let anyone back at headquarters see him like this.

His eyes fall to the stone in front of him, the only damned thing he has left of you besides a ring you gave him almost four months ago. He kneels down in front of it, placing his hand on top.

“I may have lost you,” he says softly, fighting back emotions that he had been holding in since they left Liberio. “But you still haven’t lost me, baby. You never will, I promise.”

He wipes the few tears from his eyes as he stands back up, turning his back on your grave stone as he makes his way back to headquarters.

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