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ikehoe · 2 years

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The Purpose of a Journal [Jean d'Arc x Reader] [SMUT - MDNI] [Ikemen Vampire]

The Purpose of a Journal

Rating: Explicit – very explicit. Smut. Minors, please DNI.

Tags: Smut! But beautiful smut. Blowjob, PIV, Creampie with the one and only Jean d’Arc. MC cries out of love.

Description: You were excited to spend some time with Jean d’Arc, your lover, when you realize that not only has he been capturing wholesome moments with you in his journal, he’s also been capturing not-so-wholesome moments too.

A/N: I tried my best, truly. I hope I did Jean justice. Req for @atulier-mururun.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Ikemen Vampire or any of the Ikemen series games. I’m merely an avid fan of being MC.

WC: 2.2k+

“Jean? Can I come in?” You wondered, waiting for your lover’s response from the other side of his bedroom door. It had been a couple of weeks since the two of you had begun your regular lessons, and the handsome, amethyst-eyed Vampire had made great strides since then. Not only did his ability to read and write improve, but the classes also proved to be a valuable time for you two to develop feelings for each other – culminating into one steamy, lust-filled night where you took a leap of faith and kissed him. Ever since then, the two of you had been nearly inseparable, drawing shock from the rest of the residents at Le Comte’s mansion. They were used to Jean’s brazenness and anti-social nature, but you brought out a side to the former soldier that none of them had seen before.

“Yes, come in! I was wondering where you were,” the familiar deep voice called out from the other side of the wooden doors. Butterflies filled your stomach at the sound of Jean’s voice, an after-effect of the steamy love-making from a couple of days ago in which he made you pass out for a couple of seconds at the pinnacle of your release.

With a flushed face, you opened the door to his room and was greeted by a sight that never failed to bring a familiar longing to you. For whatever reason, your lover was sitting on his bed without a shirt on, pristine white skin glowing against the orange hues of the sun. You could never get used to how beautiful the man was, even if he himself thought he was a monster.

Jean’s deep purple hair reflected in the rays of the sun, and you were caught off-guard by just how stunning your lover was.

“Mademoiselle? Are you alright?” Jean asked, eyebrow furrowed with concern as you stared at him, dazed by his beauty.

Pulled from your stupor by Jean’s question, you gave him a quick smile and averted your eyes. “Oh, yes! I… sorry, you just caught me off guard. Were you in the middle of changing? I can leave. I’m so sorry, Jean!”

“You look a little feverish. Are you sure you’re alright?” Jean asked as he moved towards you, ready to check your temperature and dote on you if you were sick. He was just about to reach his hand out for your forehead when you moved backward and pressed yourself against the door.

“No, no, I’m fine! I just, your shirt….” You trailed off, trying your best to look at every single thing in the room except his bare torso. Unfortunately, that was proving to be a surprisingly difficult task given how empty Jean’s space was – the only two things catching your eyes were the open journal laying on the bed and the bed itself. “Oh! Were you in the middle of filling out your journal?” You asked, changing the topic and rushing towards the book before Jean could ask any more questions.

Though you usually wouldn’t be so nosy as to immediately grab someone’s private journal and begin reading, Jean had given you the go-ahead many days ago. So, with a fondness in your gaze, you looked down and started reading Jean’s latest entries in his journal.

Today, she cleaned my room. Her hair looked beautiful against the sunlight. I am looking forward to seeing her again tomorrow.

We went to the square with Napoleon today. She said she wanted to have pancakes, and so I tried some. They were too sweet for me, but her smile was beautiful to look at. I’m looking forward to seeing her again tomorrow.

She stayed with me during the night yesterday. We made love all night. I can’t picture anything else but the way her body looked, bare and vulnerable. She is so beautiful. I can’t wait to see her again tomorrow, hopefully, laid bare for me once more.

With a gasp, you looked over at your lover and pointed at the journal. “Jean! Wh—what?! You can’t just write something like this in your journal. What if someone reads it?” You stammered out. A sensual smirk appeared on your lover’s face as he approached you. It was in times like these when you knew just how commanding Jean’s presence could be. The silence between the two of you was palpable, and the way he moved was with the grace of a jungle cat.

“You’re the only one that’s meant to see this. Don’t you remember? You were there that night, too. I don’t know what is so embarrassing to you about this.” Jean explained, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. He reached out and gently pushed back your hair from your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb in the process. “I’ve thought about that night every single moment. The way your lovely voice called out my name, the way you looked at me, the way your breasts felt against my hands. I want you.”

At his brazen words, it was as though time had stopped. The only thing left was the heat between the two of you. You felt your knees go weak as you anticipated what was coming next. Luckily for you, your lover was intimately familiar with your body, and he gently guided you back onto the bed, cradling your head with his large hand. There was no time to waste as Jean captured your lips in a passionate kiss, and you returned it with just as much fervor. As the kiss deepened, you felt Jean’s tongue cautiously swipe along your bottom lip, gently asking for entrance which you immediately granted. A low groan came out of Jean as you sucked on his lower lip, wanting more of him.

“My light, do not test me,” Jean said, pulling away to flash me his heart-stopping smile. Immediately, your chest swelled with love and affection for the man before me. With a devious smirk, you grabbed hold of Jean and rolled on top of him, pleased as his mouth gaped open at your surprising actions. Then, taking advantage of the sudden upper hand you had, you lowered your head to Jean’s torso. You began to press chaste kisses to his body, relishing in the way his muscles would flex wherever your lips would go.

A haunting groan came out of Jean again as he gripped your chin, forcing me to look up at him. “You are an enchantress,” he sighed. You half expected him to take back the upper hand and pin you down. Still, he surprisingly let you continue peppering kisses down his body. When you reached his crotch, you heard his breath hitch in anticipation.

“I can’t wait anymore, Jean. I want to make you feel good tonight,” you whispered, looking up at him with a seductive gaze.

“Ah… I… I want you so much,” Jean whispered in response, eye wide and cheeks flushed with a pretty rose colour.

You spent another few seconds lovingly gazing into your partner’s eyes, willing yourself to capture this moment in your memory. Jean was always beautiful, but in rare moments of vulnerability, it was as if Aphrodite herself shone a light on the man’s features. He was absolutely captivating, and you doubted that you could ever let him go.

The sound of his quiet whimper brought you back to your desire, and you made quick work of removing his pants. His hardened length throbbed under your wanting gaze. Your tongue inadvertently licked your lips at the sight of his pre-cum leaking from the tip of his large member. You lowered your head to his length and licked a tentative stripe from the base of his cock to the top, drawing out the most beautiful moan from Jean. His hand trembled from pleasure, and you watched him with a hooded gaze as he threaded his fingers through your hair.

You slowly began to build up your pace, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking Jean’s length into your mouth. With each seductive groan that rolled out from his lips, you could feel yourself becoming hotter with need. Not only that, the sensation of Jean’s cock filling your mouth to the brim was causing your core to ache. You were at your breaking point, and the sensual expression on Jean’s face seemed to show that he was nearing his release as well.

“D—Don’t, my love. I want to fill you with my seed,” Jean said, gently pulling you from his cock. You looked down and licked your lips, saliva trailing down the sides of your mouth from the vigor at which you’d pleasured Jean. His eyes darkened at the sight, and half a second later, you were flipped onto your back with Jean’s manhood pressing dangerously close to your core.

“Oh, Jean!” You cried out in surprise.

“Yes, my love? What is it?” Jean asked teasingly, peppering light kisses on your lips as though urging you to beg for him. Instead, you looked up at him defiantly and wrapped your legs around his body in an attempt to get him to start moving. “Use your words, my love, or else we’re staying like this the entire night.”

With a humph, you pushed your breasts against his chest and begged in the most seductive tone you could conjure up. “Please, Jean. I want you so bad. No, I need you so bad. I need you to fill up my tight little— Eek!” You squealed as Jean’s manhood pushed into you in one go, filling you up and rendering you breathless in one shot. “Oh, my God,” you moaned out, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the pleasurable sensation.

With a gentle kiss to your temple, Jean began to move his hips, thrusting in and out slowly. Pleasure filled your senses as your lover caressed your face, staring intensely into your eyes as he filled you both inside and out. You met his beautiful amethyst eyes with a heated gaze of your own and pressed your lips to his.

If there were a way for you to stop time so you could enjoy this moment forever, you were sure you’d do it. The moment was made all the sweeter by Jean whispering three beautiful words against your lips.

“I love you, my light. You are the single most important thing to me,” Jean murmured, reaching his hand out to wipe away a spare tear that had escaped your eye. “I will never let you go.”

“Oh Jean,” you smiled, almost unable to handle the sheer adoration you had for your lover. “I love you too, so much.”

With another gentle kiss pressed onto your lip, Jean began to thrust quicker. The pants and groans coming from the two of you quickly filled the room and rose in volume with the increase in speed. Then, suddenly, Jean shifted, and the new angle caused his cock to drive straight into your sensitive spot.

“Ah! Right there!” You squealed, gripping onto your lover’s shoulder’s in ecstasy as he began to thrust into that spot over and over. “Oh, my god! Jean, I’m going to—I’m going to—Ah!” With a loud cry, you released, sending flames of pleasure all throughout your body. Your core clenched in response to the waves of pleasure you were feeling, and you drew your lover close as his thrusts became sporadic.

“Oh, my love, I’m going to come too!” Suddenly, you felt hot spurts of cum paint the inside of your walls as Jean’s cock twitched. With a groan, he captured your lips in a passionate and sloppy kiss, riding out the remainder of both of your releases with the tangling of your tongues.

After a few moments had passed, Jean lovingly looked down at you and grasped your face delicately between his palms. “You are amazing,” he mused, pressing another kiss against your forehead.

Right as you were about to respond to your lover, something lying on the ground caught your eye. “Jean, are you going to write about this in your journal too?” You asked teasingly, rolling your eyes at the man.

“Yes, of course. Isn’t that the purpose of a journal? To detail the highlight of your day?” He asked quizzically, following your gaze to the abandoned leather-bound journal that had fallen off the bed.

“N—no, I mean, yes, I guess it is, but not that way!” You squealed, playfully hitting Jean. Technically, your lover was right – the purpose of a journal was to capture whatever highlights you wanted to remember that day. However, you couldn’t bear to think about someone – especially Arthur – finding the journal and torturing the two of your relentlessly. You were about to continue explaining yourself when Jean cut you off with the sweetest response you could have ever imagined.

“I want to remember every moment with you – day and night. You are the guiding light of my life, and so you’re the only thing I ever write about. I hope that one day, many years from now, we can both look back on my journal together and remember all of these moments we’ve created.”

Then, there it was. The winning statement had your eyes blurring with tears due to the intensity of Jean’s love for you. With an exasperated smile, you nodded your head at Jean and shifted to press your back against his chest to cuddle.

Jean pressed one last kiss to your cheek and then sweetly wrapped his arms around you, ready to sleep.

“See you tomorrow?” Jean asked sweetly, drawing you tighter into his body as he waited for your response.

“Of course, Jean. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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lordsisterxotome · 3 years

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Giving in to the Love (Jean d’Arc x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Jean d’Arc x Reader

Prompt: First time | Inexperienced character & “Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know.”

Other notes: In accordance with @queengiuliettafirstlady’s request, the reader is Catholic! Hope you like how this turned out!! <3 I had a great time writing it.

Warning: Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2,825

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Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

Author’s Note: So I know I said I would post of fic yesterday, but some unexpected family things came up and I didn’t have time between studying and overnight babysitting. Hope this makes up for it! Enjoy day 21 of @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation event!

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The simple silver band on your finger shimmered dimly in the shaft of moonlight bathing Jean’s room, your room too now. Far from the barren cell it had once been when you’d first come to the mansion, your touch echoed in the divan across the room, in the paintings hanging on the walls and the flowerpots on the windowsill. A new wardrobe and dressing table filled the space, both wedding gifts from Le Comte.

Your white dress gleamed in your periphery as you held your hand up to the moonlight, admiring the ring you would wear for the rest of your life. Unadorned and unembellished, it was perfect, the beaten silver leaving your heart awash in warmth for the man who’d given it to you. You hadn’t cared to light the candles, telling yourself that it was unnecessary, but the larger part of you was a little frightened, not of Jean, definitely not, but of the prospect of what was to come.

Closing your hand, you lowered your fist to your side, inhaling a deep breath and closing your eyes before slowly letting it out again. Raised Catholic, you’d believed in saving yourself until marriage, and Jean had respected your wishes whole-heartedly, even admired you for it. He was a Catholic saint for goodness sake, even if history had gotten the personal details a little wrong. As opposed to other men you’d gone out with in the past, Jean kissed you instead of calling you “prissy” or “stuck-up.” The significance of your religion and your principles wasn’t lost on him. Hell, he even seemed relieved by it, and for that you loved him even more. You knew he wouldn’t dream of calling you “bitchy.”

You were ready to give your body to him, having already tied your heart, life, and soul to him earlier that day. Still, you couldn’t help the way your heart thundered in your chest, nervousness lending a slight shake to your hands as you stood there, resisting the urge to fist them in your dress. Instead, you reached up and began pulling the pins from your hair, needing to do something lest you went stir crazy before your new husband ever showed up.

One pin started a pile on your dressing table. What if he didn’t like the way you looked? A second pin joined it. What if you were atrociously bad at sex? A third. What if you disappointed him? The pile of pins on the table grew larger and larger.

Shaking your head, your hair tumbled around your shoulders and down your back, finally loose. The purple flower Vincent had tucked in your hair before the ceremony fell to the floor, and you bent to pick it up, spinning the stem in your fingers and watching the petals blur. Grabbing a handful of your dress, you waddled over to the window, trying not to step on the hem of your gown now that you didn’t have high heels on to aid you in the height department. You smiled softly down at the flower as you tucked it into one of the vases, ghosting your finger across the underside of a petal.

Everything was going to be okay. Jean loved you; that much was an indisputable fact of the universe. It didn’t matter what you looked like. He would love you. It didn’t matter if you were bad at sex. He would love you. And it didn’t matter if you disappointed him, because you could never disappoint him. He would still love you, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse.

You jumped when the door suddenly opened, your wide eyes meeting your lover’s as he stared back at you. Neither of you blinked, and you hardly dared breathe as he ghosted into the room, overflowing with excitement and nervousness. The door shut behind him, locked, but still neither of you spoke, simply taking the other in.

Finally you released a slow breath, holding your arms out to him. The tension seemed to drain from his shoulders, eyes softening in relief as he readily walked into your embrace, wrapping strong arms around your waist as he curled over you.

“Hi,” you said simply, your eyes slipping shut as you relaxed in his arms. His natural musk and something you thought was lilies filled your senses.

“Hi,” he echoed. After a moment, “Are you okay?”

That made you chuckle, reaching up to slip the eyepatch from his face. “Are you okay?”

He nodded into your shoulder before shaking his head a second later. “I don’t know.”

Your lip trembled and you bit down on it, your voice a bit too choked as you replied, “Me neither.”

Pulling away, Jean took your chin between gentle fingers, tilting your face up so he could get a better look at you. You had no doubt that he could see the anxiety on your face, but you didn’t turn away from him. He would know something was troubling you even if you tried to fake it, tried to put on a smile and say you were fine. Besides, the last thing you wanted to do was start your married life with poor communication.

“Are you afraid?” he asked, but you heard the silent “of me” he left off the end of his words.

Shaking your head fiercely, you grasped his hand, kissing his knuckles hard. “Never.” Your voice didn’t shake this time, earnestness shining in your eyes as you locked gazes with him. “Never.”

“Then…?” He seemed at a loss for words, brow furrowing as his fingers laced through yours.

You sighed, letting him wrap you in his arms once more. The words came easier in his embrace, like you could confess anything and still be accepted whole-heartedly. It might’ve been a dangerous feeling at one point, but not anymore, not now that the worst was behind you and your lives were now tied together.

“I guess I’m just a little nervous,” you answered honestly. “I’ve never...been intimate with anyone before.”

“Me neither.” He blinked at your surprised expression, a smile quirking his lips. “What? You’d thought I had?”

“I-I don’t know.” Hiding your face against his shoulder, you leaned into his touch as his hand combed through your hair, twirling the strands around his fingers. “You just didn’t seem nervous is all…” you trailed off, pouting.

His ministrations stopped in your hair. “I didn’t seem like it...huh.” You squeaked as you were suddenly lifted off your feet, an arm looping under your legs and around your shoulders to carry you bridal style. The moonlight illuminated Jean’s violet hair, and for a second you couldn’t breathe he looked so dashing, all silver and scarred and haloed. “Of course I’m nervous,” he admitted softly. Carrying you over to the bed, he laid you down upon it gently, reverently, before taking off his suit jacket and climbing over you, hands planted on either side of your head. “I’m about to make love to my wife.” His hand cupped your cheek, thumb caressing your bottom lip. “But only if she wants me too.”

“Yes,” you breathed, without hesitation. Despite your lingering nerves, there had never been a doubt in your mind that you wanted him, that you wanted this with him. Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you so your lips over his scar as you spoke, low and sultry. “Jean, I want you so bad.”

His lips connected to yours in a gentle kiss, the rest of your anxiety evaporating as his tongue stroked your lip, asking for entrance you readily granted. You moaned into his mouth, your grip on him tightening, as his tongue slipped into your mouth and tangled with your own. A thin string of saliva connected your lips when he pulled away, panting.

His hands moved over your sides, reaching under your back, and you sat up just enough to help him with the ribbons and buttons of your gown. You trembled, though with excitement instead of nervousness as he bared you, slipping the garment off your shoulders and down your body slowly, giving you plenty of time to reject. A shiver wracked your form as you were left in your lacy underwear, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around yourself as you reclined against the pillows in what you hoped was a seductive gesture.

Jean didn’t take his eyes off of you as he draped the dress over the footboard, drinking in the sight of you. The white lace of your bra and panties hugged your curves, accentuating wide hips and full breasts, and the bridal garter still remained wrapped around your upper thigh. He stared so long, eyes moving up and down your body lazily, that you almost thought he was displeased.

“Jean?” you asked shakily, breaking him out of whatever reverie he’d fallen into as his eyes snapped back to yours.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered and your jaw dropped as the emotion in his eyes washed over you, all the love and aching desire you saw there enveloping you in warmth and safety.

With a burst of confidence, you reached back to unclip your bra, pulling the garment off and tossing it somewhere across the room. It was Jean’s turn to gape now, staring at your exposed breasts with unabashed hunger. You giggled as he dove towards you, intent on his target as he settled above your chest. His hand smoothed up your stomach, feeling the planes of your body, before cupping one of the globes of flesh in his palm.

A moan left your lips as he squeezed, watching your expressions to gauge what made you feel best. His thumb swiped over your nipple and he was rewarded with a soft mewl, the peak stiffening under his ministrations. “Oh!” Your back arched when his mouth descended on your neglected breast, blowing cool air across it before taking the nipple into his mouth.

A familiar yet foreign feeling was beginning to bloom in your lower abdomen, and your thighs rubbed together against the wetness seeping through your panties. It wasn’t like you’d never felt aroused before, the sensation often striking you whenever you caught Jean shirtless or when a kiss shared between the two of you turned a little too passionate, but it had never been this powerful, this urgent. Your body ached for his touch, desperate for everything he had to give you.

“Does it feel that good?” he murmured against your skin, covering your nipple in his saliva with a long lick. “You’re trembling, you know.”

“Jean...ah, it...it feels so good…” Your cry echoed off the walls as he bit down, encouraged by your praise. “M-More! I-I need-!”

Releasing your breast with a wet pop, he moved further down your body, slipping a finger between your hip and panties. Meeting your half-lidded gaze, he waited for your permission to expose this most personal part of yourself to him, slipping them down your legs when you nodded your affirmation. Your garter remained snug around your thigh as he parted your legs, bending between them until he was face-level with your sopping heat. You shivered under his intense inspection, but you didn’t have time to feel nervous or self-conscious again because a hot tongue suddenly licked up your slit, making you scream as he lowered his mouth to you. One arm draped over your face, the other hand fisting in the sheets, as your husband began to explore your dripping pussy, fingers and tongue mapping out your nether region.

“N-ah!” You screamed when he found your clit, body shuddering, but the pleasure only increased ten-fold when you felt a digit circling your entrance, probing, before sinking in to the knuckle. “Jean!” His name fell from your lips on a sob as he began to pump the finger slowly in and out of you, drawing more arousal seeping out of you as he touched a place not even you had explored. You were so sensitive to everything he did you could feel a coil tightening in your belly, signaling what you knew to be your oncoming climax.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging wildly as you tried to get him to stop. He did with a gasp, shooting up to stare at you with wide eyes. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, panic edging his voice.

Shaking your head, you pulled at his shirt, desperate to see him too, to feel his skin against yours. He took your cue without question, tearing at his clothes until he was just as naked as you, his pale, scarred body gleaming in the moonlight as he took his place over you once more.

Peering down, your eyes widened at the cock standing proudly between his legs, so different from anything you had seen in books or movies. It was so much bigger, longer than it was thick, and flushed with need, the need to be inside of you, you realized. As you watched, a bead of milky fluid formed at the tip, a pale hand grasping the shaft and pressing it against your entrance.

“Look at me,” a deep, silky voice whispered in your ear, and your gaze snapped up to meet your lover’s, losing yourself in the starless night of his gaze as his face loomed over yours. He smiled, and it loosened something you hadn’t known was tensed deep inside of you, your legs spreading wider so as to accommodate him as he pressed closer. “I love you,” he murmured, and your heart sang.

“I love you too.”

His fingers laced with yours, pinning your hand above your head, and his lips met yours, distracting you with his kiss as he finally pushed into you. Jean swallowed your cry as he broke your hymen, claiming your virginity as his own. Maybe it should’ve felt like a corruption, taking your innocence and staining your white with him, but it was the exact opposite. As he sank his cock slowly into your depths Jean felt like he was home, all the unconditional joy and love and desire he held for you overflowing.

Kissing your tears away, he held you tight, letting your nails claw into his back as he finally hilted himself inside of you, unable to control the moan that erupted from somewhere deep inside of him as your walls welcomed his cock.

It hurt, certainly, but the sting was fading with each pulse, turning into something much more pleasurable. A tentative roll of your hips made you gasp, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming sensation. You whimpered when a rough hand grasped your hip, stilling your movements.

“Don’t,” Jean panted, fingers digging into your flesh. You felt so good, he could barely control himself from sinking his fangs into you and fucking you like there was no tomorrow. “Don’t unless you want me to lose control.”

You tried rolling your hips again and he gasped, bucking into you. “Maybe I do want that,” you purred into his ear, pulling him down until his body was flush against yours. “Husband.”

He growled, the sound deep and primal, and his hips pulled back before slamming into you. Your body bounced against his and the headboard knocked into the wall with each thrust, deep and hard and absolutely perfect. Too overwhelmed to reciprocate, you simply clung to him as he made love to you, his cock sending sparks through your body with each long drag against your walls.

“Jean, Jean, Jean!” His name fell from your lips like a prayer, confessing your love on cries and screams. “Don’t stop!” you begged, hooking a leg over his hip. It felt right, pulling him impossibly closer, and you arched as his cock hit deeper, piercing places inside of you you hadn’t known existed.

To your husband, you felt like heaven, hot walls sucking him so deep, squeezing him so tight. A pretty blush painted your cheeks and neck, and the itch in his fangs became unbearable, the need to drink and fill you with his cum overcoming what little restraint he had left.

Unpracticed and oversensitive, neither of you lasted long, the plunge of Jean’s fangs into your shoulder triggering your first orgasm. You screamed his name as you came, pussy clamping down on his cock and your vision turning white as your body seized. Roaring into your skin, your lover shuddered as he painted your walls white, filling you with heat.

“Jean,” you called his name as he came down, hand diving into his hair to hold him to your neck. “Jean.”

“I love you,” he answered, licking your blood from the wound he’d left, from his lips. “I love you so much.”

You stayed like that, naked bodies intertwined, long after you’d caught your breath, content simply to bask in each other’s afterglow. Matching rings gleamed where your hands rested on the pillow, fates and lives happily and irrevocably tangled.

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