#also the me and rachel talking about the anklet still hasn't left my head at all and I'm oh my

[akeijies]

word prompt: iridescent

plus, to make you feel better,,,

add jean

anyways hi lovely how ARE you?? i’m bored and in a slump too it’s okay it’s not forever!!! but!! know that i’m cheering for ya!

experiencing color ( jean k. x reader )

warnings: nsfw for the last blurb, minors dni pls ! mentions of collars/leashes and choking

notes: unedited as hell im so sorrily brain is mush rn please forgive me- i had a hard time thinking of something for this but it kept my brain going so thank you!!

la vie en rose

“you know," the words are barely into the air before jean's thumb stops scrolling through his phone, tilting his head back to you silently telling you he's listening. he's so attentive. "i secretly think you’re a softie.”

jean scoffs before settling back between your legs, back pressed to your front. "i'm not a softie- what would make you say i'm a little baby softie?" he's gone back to tapping through his phone, but when you don't answer him he nudges your leg to bring you back, waiting for your response.

"you're looking up floral arrangements," and you can already hear his 'that doesn't make me soft' so you follow up with "and i never said 'little baby softie' unless you know," your fingers card through his hair and push it back to give you a space to place a soft kiss, "you wanna be my soft little baby."

a little laugh slips through your lips at the way jean seems to tense up yet melt against you and if you weren't so tuned into him you would have missed the low embarrassed mumble of 'i haven't sent my mom flowers this month yet'.

you wanna pepper his slowly reddening cheeks with kisses and your heart stutters at the way his ears turn as red as rose when he rushes an "and i already am your baby."

hestia

jean turns his key in the door and slowly pushes it open. he pulls you into the apartment and you're completely overwhelmed with the feeling of home and safety. you don't want to touch anything, feat that you'll somehow ruin this perfect sanctuary he has for himself.

squeezing your hand, jean guides you over to the couch before prompting you to sit. he disappears and returns minutes later with a hoodie and blanket, holding them out to you.

when you don't make any move to grab them, jean sets them on the couch a quick "hold on just a second" before disappearing into his room again.

your eyes fall to your hands in your lap, they're fidgeting with each other, wringing and pulling- only stopping when jean puts his hand over yours, crowning your head with a kiss so soft you barely feel it.

there's a moment where everything gets really quiet, your heart beats steadily in your chest; soft but still there. it's the complete opposite of the way your blood sped through your veins like cars on a track. it was overwhelming and so exhausting but it's quiet now, the only thing being heard between the rests of your heartbeat is jean's "you're okay" against your temple.

it's safe now.

24K

"why an anklet?"

you almost laugh at how bad your timing is- or at least you would have laughed if the next thrust jean sent into you hadn't knocked air right out of your lungs, leaving a whine to linger in between the space between you both.

jean doesn't even bat an eyelash, so used to your antics. "you're mine" you should be used to hearing him say that but it still makes your body go warm and your cunt squeezes around his cock. jean's breath stuttering at the feeling of you tightening around him before taking in a gulp of air, "'nd i just needed everyone else to know that." he says winded, he's slowing the rhythm of his hips just enough to get his sentence out.

"put me on a leash then," you tease, a chuckle sliding past your lips. you're not exactly sure what's gotten into you, and you think maybe you won't have any coffee outside of your designated coffee hours because those words have no business being as funny as they are.

your laugh quickly dies when your eyes meet jean's, his normally warming, sweet brown eyes are completely black and there's a smart dancing on his lips. he looks as if he's about to devour you, it sends shivers all over your body and makes you wanna cover yourself because you can tell he's looking straight through you.

"you would like that, wouldn't you?"

he clearly isn't looking for an answer because he picks up his thrusting again, pumping into you with new vigor and your legs wrap around him to take it all because you can.

however, you can't help the way the moans are tumbling out of you, or the way your eyes flutter shut when jean's hand comes to rest on your throat and he tightens his fingers, like he was mimicking the way your walls clenched around his cock. you're so focused on the way his tip kisses your cervix, and the way it unravels you from the inside out.

you're startled at jean's breath against your ear. "if you had a leash, you'd have a collar- and if you had a collar, where's my hand supposed to go?"

maybe it's the way he says it like he knows the answer is that his hand belongs around your throat, it could be anything really- as long as it was jean. but regardless it has you falling apart at the seams and you're engulfed in the feeling of him and the pleasure you're quickly losing your senses to.