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Dark clouds flooded your thoughts and feelings, a surge of sadness and self hatred rushing over you. You'd told yourself that today was going to be a nice refreshing day to catch up on everything, as you got the day off work, but your mind had other plans. Those plans consisting of doubting your self worth, and rummaging through the doubts that lay in the back of your mind. One of those being the question 'am I good enough?'
Of course, this question was pointless, and it was known that many other individuals asked this to themselves. Of course you were good enough. It was just the question of your worth to your significant other that had been pestering you all day. Your boyfriend had gone to spend the day with his friends, and while you knew you trusted him, it saddened you that you would probably have to cook dinner and eat alone tonight. It certainly didn't happen often, with Polnareff being the gentleman he is, but nonetheless it saddened you.
You'd rummaged around in the back of the fridge before deciding to just get some Doordash and call it a day. It had been a while since you'd eaten now, and you were lying in bed, the blankets cocooned around you in a silly manner. You were well aware that your shared room got cold at night, and wrapped up in the blanket as a precaution. As the temperature slowly fell, you were left with your thoughts. The colder it got, the more lonely it seemed as you clutched the warm blanket tighter. Memories of many prior nights crossed your mind, and you tried to cling onto them the best you could. You thought about the warmth that Polnareff seemed to radiate whenever you two would fall asleep together, and the way he would gently wrap his arms around you as if to tell you 'i'm right here.'
You shivered as the memories faded, and wondered when your significant other would return. You hoped it would be soon, you really needed your personal furnace. That being said, you gave up on trying to fall asleep, and lay there just thinking. Your mind drifted toward dark clouds again, wondering if you really were enough for Polnareff. He was out with his friends, and most times pretty girls would try to get him to pick them up. You'd learned this after going clubbing with him and his friends one night (which ended in you getting in a fistfight with another female). Your lips curled into a scowl thinking about it, and you began to grow angry. So many women had probably approached him already tonight. See, your boyfriend was a nice man, and if a lady asked for a drink, he would buy her one. That is, before you talked to him about it and told him how it made you feel. He had no idea that it made you feel as if you weren't important, and stopped immediately once you two had spoken. The thought still remained in the back of your head, though. Was he buying another girl a drink right now? Were his friends dissing you? Were they telling him to hook up with one of the girls wherever he was?
A cold liquid hit your hand before you jerked, and realized you'd started crying. This was...odd. Polnareff was usually home with you, and would reassure you before you ever started crying if you told him you were doubting yourself. Crying alone was different. It wasn't like the one time you'd cried into his arms, it made you feel...pathetic. Even more sad than you'd felt prior. Crying alone in a cold, empty room made you sob even harder.
A soft light entered your room as the door was cracked open slowly, the light being from the hallway. A tall figure walked into your room quietly, trying it's best to shut the door as softly as it could. You choked back a sob and began to rub your eyes furiously, not wanting to show Pol that you'd been crying. It might upset him, and that was the last thing you wanted to do.
"Pol?" You quietly questioned, your voice cracking.
He turned his head toward you quickly, and climbed into the bed next to you,"You're awake?" He asked.
You only nodded your head and lunged forward, coming in contact with his warm skin. The feeling made you hum, and he noticed your clinginess quickly.
"Did you miss me that much, Chérie?" His voice was quiet, and he was barely chuckling into the embrace.
No words left your mouth as you gently drug your nails down his back, and leaned in closer to him. He hadn't told you directly, but you knew Pol was one for any kind of physical affection. It didn't have to be kisses or hugs, he loved when you two would hold hands, or when you would gently rake your nails over his soft skin. The action pulled a quiet, soft noise from him, and he shivered slightly.
"Mhm," You quietly mumbled, finally answering his question from minutes ago.
It was apparent from your voice that you'd been crying, and as much as you'd tried to cover it up, you knew he'd be able to tell. His embrace softened as he pulled back, and his eyes fell on yours gently.
"Are you alright?" He asked quietly, never taking his eyes off of yours.
Sometimes his worrying was irritating, but at times like now, you appreciated it. It was wonderful that he took the time to care about you, and the idea of him being concerned about you made your heart swell. As much as you wanted to hide it from him you couldn't bring yourself to, so you shook your head 'no', and quietly spoke.
"Am I enough?"
His breathing hitched at your question, and his expression softened. It was as if he was completely processing what you'd asked him before responding. He knew you were upset, so you figured he was trying to pick the right words to use. It was so cute how he'd try his hardest not to upset you even more.
"Are you enough?" He repeated your question,"Of course you're enough. You're my everything."
Before you were able to ask any more questions, or tell him how you felt earlier in the night, he embraced you once again, and gently brought his lips to yours. The two of you kissed slowly, your mouths fitting together perfectly, as if they were puzzle pieces that went side by side. The kiss was slow and soft, and you could feel Pol's warm hands massaging your back slowly. It was obvious that this kiss wasn't just to kiss you, it was to declare his feelings, to show you that he cared. To show you that you were, in fact, enough.
He paused and broke the kiss, grabbing your hips gently. He began to turn you the other way, his warm hands enveloping you as he swiveled your body around so you were facing the same direction as him.
"Jean, wha-"
You were cut off with a soft kiss to your neck, and a sweet, sweet voice in your left ear,"Relax, Chérie. I'm right here, okay?" He reassured you.
Nodding, you sighed into his neck kisses, melting beneath his touch. You weren't sure what he had planned, but you trusted him with everything you had, so you felt safe in his arms. He embraced you from behind, gently pulling you backward so your back was snug against his chest. You could practically feel his heart beat as your back pushed into his chest, the quiet thud a steady rhythm. His kisses were soft, and he never once tried to leave a mark on your skin. You appreciated that he could tell you weren't into the mood for receiving any hickeys, and made a mental note to thank him later. His right hand slowly trailed downward, and just as he got to your hips he stopped, and brought his warm hand up underneath your shirt. The warmth of his fingers made you shiver in delight, and you sighed as he gently pulled down your bra, the material gently grazing your peaks. He struggled to pull it down more and you quietly giggled.
"Don't...laugh at me," He whined, trying his hardest to get the damn thing off of you,"A little help, please?" He sighed quietly, obviously embarrassed.
Reaching behind you, you lifted your shirt up to get a hold of your bra strap. Jean had his own ideas, though, and lifted the shirt right off of you, tossing it to the floor. You shivered and paused, your hand covering the clasp to your bra.
"Jeannn," You pouted quietly,"Now i'm going to be coldddd..."
You didn't need to turn around to know that he was rolling his eyes as you undid your bra clasp, and tossed the item to the floor with your shirt.
"You won't be cold, baby," He whispered quietly into your ear, gently kissing your earlobe,"I'll warm you up, okay?"
Oh...you liked that idea. You nodded quietly, and with that, he continued his soft bouquet of kisses on your neck, never stopping to say anything. The cold air was hitting your breasts now, and you shivered into his arms, hoping he'd get the idea soon enough. Apparently that was enough for him, as he slowly brought his hands up, both of them gently groping your breasts. You sighed in content, his warm hands making the harsh cold less menacing on your skin. Your victory was short-lived, however, as he quickly brought his fingers inward to tease your rising peaks. He kissed your soft spot between your neck and your jawline, and you melted back into his touch, his hands groping you just a bit harder now. He let out a quiet noise into your ear, one of which you assumed was a whine.
His fingers suddenly came inward, pinching your nipples with force before letting off. You let out a strangled groan, and to this he only chuckled quietly, and continued his ministrations. He began to kiss the back of your neck, the side of your face, and your shoulder, all with the gentleness of a breeze. You weren't sure what it was about his touch, maybe the warmth, or the gentleness of it, but it was driving you crazy. Each time he'd pinch your hard peaks, and kiss your neck oh so gently, you'd lose a little bit of your sanity. Your sex was throbbing, Polnareff's touches going straight to your core. You were sure that you were soaked by now, but you couldn't really be embarrassed about it.
His right hand slowly inched downward, and slipped beneath your pants to your surprise. He gently rubbed circles into your aching sex over top of your underwear, taking his time to appreciate the rather expensive pair that you'd put on this morning.
He whispered hotly into your ear, his voice coming out in a praise,"Oooh, these are so cute!" He praised, taking his time to feel the thin lace of them.
You blushed madly and smiled, of course he'd take the time to notice something like that. His hand slipped beneath your panties before long, admitting to himself that he didn't have the want nor the willpower to tease you right now. His fingers were thick and warm as he spread your sex open, gently rubbing one digit against your entrance. You sighed contently and leaned back into him, his other hand continuing to grope you. He gently eased his first finger into you, taking a moment to let you adjust before pumping the digit in and out of you. You whined and tried your hardest to grind down onto his fingers.
"Patience, mon amour. I'll take care of you, I promise," He spoke softly.
You trusted his words and continued to go at his pace, taking his second and third fingers soon after. His thick fingers rubbed against the walls of your sex oh so perfectly, and the way he continued to grope you was making you go absolutely crazy. You needed more, and you needed it now.
"Please, Pol..." You whined.
The message seemed to get through to him as he sped up, fucking you hard and fast with his fingers. You were full on panting now, his soft, wet kisses leaving you an absolute mess.
"Whatever you need, Chérie, I'll give it to you," He cooed into your ear.
Oh Polnareff. Sweet, lovable, goofy Polnareff. You were so lucky to have him all to yourself, and at times like this, you couldn't help but think about just how lucky you really had gotten. He took such good care of you at times like this, and you never knew how to thank him. Your thoughts came to a screeching halt as he slowed his pace, the fire in your stomach burning more and more with each passing second.
"Ah-hah, I-I'm gonna..." You whined, writhing in his grasp.
His voice was a whisper in your ear,"Let yourself go for me, okay Chérie? I'm right here with you. Wanna see you fall apart beautifully in my arms," He praised.
Your vision went white as your walls clenched around his fingers, and he groaned at the feeling. You hips convulsed involuntarily, and Jean gently thrust his fingers into you once more, helping you ride out your high.
"Come on, babe," He purred into your ear, soothing your cries of ecstasy as he gently thrust his fingers into you.
Once he saw you squirming he knew it was enough, and pulled his fingers out of you gently, trying his hardest not to overstimulate you. He pressed soft kisses against your skin once more, only pausing to take his pants and boxers off before tossing them to the floor. You took it upon yourself to turn around, and the sight you were given was a wonderful treat. Jean's face was flushed pink, and his hair lay in slight disarray. You climbed up onto his lap and sat to where you could grind yourself down onto him without moving uncomfortably.
It was your turn to blush as Jean pulled you closer to him, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe over your bud. You curled your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, small sighs escaping your lips as he began to gently nip at your skin. He left kisses everywhere he could, trying his hardest to make you feel absolutely beautiful, and most importantly, loved.
You began to slowly grind down onto him, his hard length turning you on even more than you had been previously. As you looked down, you were treated to a beautiful sight. Jean was softly kissing your skin, his ocean blue eyes gazing up at you. His cheeks were flushed pink, and he held the eye contact as he moved spots, kissing the soft skin between your breasts.
"You're more than enough," He reassured you, those bright blue eyes enough to make you almost break down in tears right then and there.
You were wordless, the sight below you taking your breath. Each time you ground down onto him he would pant against your skin, but continued to ravish you in kisses, his eyes never leaving yours. You couldn't say anything. After all, how could you express just how much this meant to you?
"You're so beautiful, Chérie. So smart and funny," He praised, sucking a dark mark between your breasts.
You gasped quietly at the feeling, holding his gaze for many more minutes. He was so, so vanilla, and you loved every second of it. It was his idea, but you didn't reject as he leaned upward, connecting his lips and yours once again. It was a soft kiss, whines and pleads being exchanged between the both of you. You were absolute putty in his hands, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
You broke the kiss gently, before crawling off of his lap, and laying in front of him with your head buried in the covers, your ass up in the air. To add extra emphasis you wiggled your bit a bit, and he chuckled behind you, gripping your hips.
"Cute," He cooed, his hands roaming your back.
You blushed at his compliment and rocked back against him, his throbbing length practically begging to be inside of you. He adjusted himself swiftly, before gently grabbing onto your hips.
"Are you ready amour?" He asked softly.
You whined out a quiet,"Please" to which he chuckled at, and slowly entered you.
It was always a stretch, but from this angle he was especially big, and with the way his hands began to roam your stomach and your chest, you knew you wouldn't last too long.
"So pretty," He mumbled, leaning down to kiss the soft skin of your back as he gently thrust into you,"So kind and gentle. Of course you're enough, baby girl..." He repeated his statement from earlier, groaning as he pushed himself into you once more.
You were blushing madly as you pushed yourself back against him, making him hit your sweet spot every time he entered you. You let out quiet whines and moans, and these were music to Pol's ears.
"You make such cute noises," He praised,"Let me hear you, Chérie,"
On command you turned your head so your voice would no longer be muffled by the blankets, and spoke quietly.
"You're so good to me, Pol...God-I love you so much," You whined.
He chuckled quietly before thrusting into you with more force,"I love you too."
From then on it was silence, save for the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the both of your moans and pants filling the room. It was one final thrust that brought you to your climax, your knees almost collapsing as your legs shook rapidly.
"It's alright," Jean whispered against your skin, spilling himself inside of you,"Mmh-so sweet," He sighed.
He pulled out of you slowly, and you stayed how you were until he returned with a warm cloth to clean you up. He gently ran the cloth down your legs, and you collapsed immediately, falling onto the bed with a quiet 'oomf!'. He chuckled quietly behind you before continuing to clean you up, and left for a moment, only to return with one of his shirts for you.
You turned over slowly, grabbing his shirt gratefully before holding it out to him so he could help you put it on. No words were shared as he slipped it over you and pulled you under the covers with him, only soft giggles and warm smiles. He wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled back into his warm embrace, glad he was here now.
"You're so much more than just enough," He reassured you, cuddling you as if he would lose you if he let go.
You mumbled quietly, half asleep already,"Mph..thanks Pol...love you..."
He chuckled quietly behind you, before snuggling into you even more,"I love you too, my sweet girl."