A3 Sized Porn – Jean x Fem!Reader (Office AU)

Things had been heating up between you and your boss, Jean, who, incidentally, was the CEO of the company you worked for. He was a perfect leader, focused, strong, and hot… pretty much everything you looked for in a guy.

And so, finding any reason to see him today, you picked up the papers from your desk and tapped them lightly against the wooden top to make them fall into a neat stack.

“Jean has a giant photocopier. I’ll use that as my excuse to see him,” you thought, picking your papers up and heading out of your office to the elevator that would take you up to the top level of the building.

Stepping into the small elevator cubicle, you pressed the level 50 button and waited for the steel doors to close, then took a deep breath in and out slowly, before adjusting your tight work skirt up a little higher.

The trip up was excruciatingly slow, each number level seeming to take longer each time to switch to the next one the closer you got to the top.

Finally, the elevator reached the top level and the bell dinged to announce your arrival.

“Just play it cool,” you coached yourself as you stepped out from between the metal doors and walked the short hallway to Jean’s large office door. 

Tapping gently on it, you waited for him to call for you.

“Yes?” His rich voice called from the other side of the door.

“Jean? It’s me,” you replied.

There was a pause and then his voice came again.

“Y/N? Uh… c-come in,” he called, the sound of rustling papers being heard after his invite.

You reached for the polished door knob and turned it then pushed the door open with a pleasant look on your face.

Jean looked guilty. He was standing beside his desk with a slight blush across his cheeks as his intense small brown eyes watched you enter.

“The photocopier is broken downstairs,” you lied, “could I use yours?”

“Uh, sure, yes, go ahead,” he invited in a flustered manner, placing one hand on the desk to steady himself while using his other hand to gesture.

You nodded and looked to where he had pointed, then walked over to the copier and stopped in front of it.

“How do you use this one? It’s different from the one downstairs,” you said, looking down at the copier.

“Oh! Of course, uh, let me… give you a hand,” he said, stalling before quickly walking over to beside you.

He was a tall man and you turned your head over your shoulder a little to look up into his face, your eyes travelling over his features, to his goatee, before looking back into his eyes.

He was gazing fondly down at you and when your eyes met he looked away a little bashfully while clearing his throat.

“Uh… here is… the on button,” he said, reaching across your body to turn the machine on.

“Thank you, Jean,” you said, placing a hand on his arm.

His blush deepened.

“Welcome,” he mumbled.

He regretfully retracted his arm and you waited for the photocopier to start up then opened the lid and placed one of your papers down on the screen.

“I might set it to timer as this might take a while. I’ll just swap them as we go,” you commented, looking at the copier.

“Of course,” he said.

Your hands were a little full from the other papers so Jean immediately reached out to take them from you to hold onto them while you photocopied them one by one.

“Busy day?” you asked him, letting your finger tips brush along his hands as you took another piece of paper from him.

“Uh…”

Just then there was a knock at the door and he looked up in its direction.

“Mr Kristein?” a voice asked.

“Yes?” Jean replied, “we’re about to have a meeting with the executives, will you be attending?”

“That meeting is scheduled for tomorrow,” Jean replied.

“We moved it forward to today, the email was sent out 3 minutes ago?” the man said.

Jean scowled. “I have been helping Miss Y/N.”

“Uh… ok,” the guy said, glancing at you, “are you going to come or not?” He looked back towards Jean.

The CEO’s scowl deepened and he let go of the papers to scrunch one hand into a fist, his gaze dropping to it while he made an internal decision.

“No,” he finally said, “email me the minutes of the meeting when it’s done.”

“Very well,” the guy replied, glancing at you once more before closing the door.

“I hope I’m not keeping you from an important meeting,” you said to Jean.

He looked back to you, “no. It’s fine.” He handed you another paper.

You let your fingers brush the back of his hand again, as you took the paper, and glanced up into his face for a second to see what expression he had.

It looked like he was only just holding it together.

You lifted the photocopier lid and took the paper out and put the next one in, closing the lid and arching your back slightly.

“Y/N?” Jean suddenly blurted out.

You looked at him with a seductive look in your eye and he froze.

“I—,” he started.

You turned to him and grabbed a hold of his tie, pulling his face to yours as you pushed up on tippy toes and let your half open mouth collide with his.

He, surprisingly confidently, returned your kiss and stepped closer to you to cage you in against the photocopier, papers being placed down on the side of the bench until further notice.

Your tongues danced together and you placed your hands back onto the edge of the lid of the copier, accidentally lifting it a little.

“Wait, let me… get this paper out,” you panted, turning around to lift the lid up and pull the paper out so that it wouldn’t accidentally keep photocopying the same paper.

While you pulled the paper out, he took you from behind, kissing firmly along your neck up to your hairline with one hand wrapped around your waist.

You braced on the open copier screen and pushed back into him when you felt the bulge in his pants come in contact with your rear, moaning when his hand slipped a little lower to hold across your pelvis.

Unbeknownst to you, the copier was still set to timer, and so after waiting a few seconds, it scanned the next document… which were your hands- sending out the image of grey white hands on a black background and plopping it into the tray at the side.

Jean reached his other hand to your neck and button up shirt, reaching around to your front to undo the first few buttons and slip it off your shoulders before unclasping your bra and bending you forwards.

The scanner beeped again and swiped back and forth, taking its next image, of your bare breasts pushed up against the screen.

“Take me already,” you begged to Jean, looking over your shoulder at him.

He nodded and reached for the zip at the back of your work skirt, unzipping it quickly and dropping it down while doing the same to his work pants, letting them hit the floor a few seconds after yours. 

The scanner timer clicked for its next round, taking another image of your breasts with one of Jean’s hands beside them as he bent over you and pulled your panties down, quickly slipping his own briefs down to let his aching cock free.

Spreading your legs, you arched against him, pushing back on his cock as he entered you raw.

You groaned delicately as he gripped you firmly and thrust deep, his hips connecting heavily with your backside with each thrust.

Another image clicked, of your full front, even your face could be seen in the background with a very pleasured look on it.

“Harder Jean,” you panted, “god your cock feels so good inside me.”

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he uttered lowly into your ear as he bent over you more, his lips and tongue tracing along your neck up to behind your ear as he arched against you, pushing your front more onto the photocopier screen.

Another shot was taken, of your full front, hands beside your face as you lay it down there and his forehead pressed into the screen.

“I want you the other way,” he rasped, pulling out of you, spinning you and lifting you up onto the copier then laying you on your back and lifting your legs over his shoulders as his cock plunged back into your pussy.

You moaned and arched up into him as he sank his hips to yours, grunting and thrusting relentlessly.

The photocopier timed out again, scanning another image, this time of your back and Jean’s hand beside your head.

“Yes! Fuck me like that, Jean, just like that,” you groaned louder, feeling him speed up a little, his thrusting becoming a little less aggressive and a little sloppier as he lost composure at the start of his climb to climax. 

“I’m gonna…”

“I don’t care, I’m on the pill, just fuck me,” you panted, your clit pulsating and pussy aching for a release. 

The scanner started it’s next round and the image, that time, was blurred as Jean rocked the machine back and forth with his bucking hips.

“More! More!” you demanded, “I’m almost there, I’m gonna cum~” you wailed.

“Me too,” he panted, eyes rolling in his skull as he pushed the two of you to climax, both your legs quivering as you came simultaneously with moans and groans.

All movement ceased the second you had released and the photocopier clicked one last time, to capture the final image… Your back, his hands beside your head, his balls pressed into the screen… and a lot of mixed fluid spilling from your pussy.

“We’d better clean up before someone comes in,” you panted, allowing him to pull out of you and lift you off the photocopier.

He handed you some tissues then cleaned himself up and the second you had both gotten your clothes sorted there was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” Jean called, a little flusteredness in his voice.

In a panic, you started wiping the mixture of cum and your slick off the photocopier screen, when the person who had entered the office before pushed the door open again.

“Uh, we’re done with the meeting, Mr Kirstein,” he said, poking his head through the door.

Jean nodded. “Ok.”

The guy looked at you, then at the freshly photocopied pictures sitting in the tray but from his angle he couldn’t see them very well.

“Did you get you photocopying done?” he asked you.

“Oh… yes,” you replied, stepping in front of the pictures to block his view of them, “they came out beautifully.”

~ END ~

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