Author's Notes: This is meant to be Jean and Scott as teenagers. Possibly original 5 era of 616, possible ultimate universe, possible X-Men Evolution.
Jean liked Scott. And she'd wanted him to know that. So she'd made the mistake of saying he could do anything he liked to her… And that was how the young redhead had ended up tied spread eagle to his bed in her underwear, with a cloth gag in her mouth. Scott looked down at her through his crimson glasses as he reached for the cat o nine tails whip.
The bedroom was dimly lit, but the shadows didn't hide the excitement on Jean's face. It was clear she was eager for him to use the whip. She wiggled her body against the restraints as she watched him pick up the whip. She knew she'd be sore in the morning, but she couldn't help but be turned on by the thought of it.
Scott slowly approached the bed, his eyes never leaving Jean's body. He trailed the whip over her skin, making her shiver with anticipation. He took a deep breath, savoring the moment before he brought the whip down with a satisfying crack. Jean cried out into her gag, her body tensing with pleasure as the whip made contact with her skin.
Scott continued to whip Jean, alternating between her breasts and her inner thighs. Each strike left a red mark on her skin, but she never asked him to stop. Instead, she moaned and writhed against the restraints, her body begging for more.
After what felt like an eternity, Scott finally dropped the whip. He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between Jean's legs. He slowly pulled down her underwear, exposing her pussy to the cool air. Jean gasped, her body trembling with need.
Scott leaned down and pressed his lips to Jean's pussy, his tongue darting out to taste her. Jean moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth as he licked and sucked at her clit. She was so close to cumming, but she wanted to hold on just a little longer.
Scott must have sensed how close she was, because he pulled back, denying her the release she craved. Jean whimpered, her body begging for more. Scott chuckled, his breath hot against her skin.
"Please," Jean mouthed around the gag, her eyes pleading with him. Scott smirked, his fingers tracing patterns on her thighs. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Not yet, Jean. I want to make this last as long as possible."
Jean whimpered again, her body trembling with need. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, but she didn't want this to end. She wanted to feel Scott's mouth on her for as long as possible.
Scott must have sensed her desperation, because he finally gave in. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her clit, sucking and licking at it with renewed vigor. Jean cried out, her body shaking as she came harder than she ever had before. Scott continued to lick and suck at her, drawing out her orgasm until she was begging him to stop.
Finally, Scott pulled back, his lips glistening with Jean's juices. Jean lay back against the pillows, her body spent and satisfied. Scott crawled up beside her, pulling her into his arms.
"Did you enjoy that, Jean?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. Jean nodded, her eyes heavy with lust.
"Yes," she mouthed around the gag, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Scott smiled, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
"Good," he said, his voice soft. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
And with that, he reached for the ropes, pulling them tight once again. Jean moaned, her body eager for more. She knew this was just the beginning of a long and satisfying night.