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Lost & Found – Pt.2 (JeanxFem!Reader)

Modern!AU ♡ College!AU ♡ Friends to Lovers ♡ Slowburn Romance

Just a quick reminder, that you don't necessarily need to read chapter 1 for this, since it will be a brain rotting fluff and smut mostly. I will mark the NSFW part if you are just here for the porn. :)

18+ - MDNI

Warnings: sexual intercourse, oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, tooth-rotting fluff, swearing

Chapter 2: Heat

"I swear you are making things worse," Jean hissed. He looked like a pouting child. You clicked your tongue in annoyance and rolled your eyes. "Stop being such a big baby! If you would have stayed still, we'd be done by now," you huffed in return while you went back on disinfecting your friend's bleeding knuckles. With devoutness and accuracy, you tried to fulfill your task. In the sulkiest tone, Jean said, "This big baby saved you from being assaulted by Man-Bun." You lifted your head slightly, giving the male a death-glare, but remained to dab the cotton ball over his wounds. "Oh come on! The only thing that saved me, was your ambition to fuck Mikasa and accidentally running into me on the way.” You tried to sound pissed, but you loved how you always teased one another. It had been your way of coping. Since you entered the sanctuary of your apartment relief took over and you dared to joke here and there. Nonetheless, the shock was still imprinted on your bones.

Jean was sitting on the edge of your bed, while you kneeled in front of him, the needed items of the medical kit scattered around you. Even though you were close friends for years, this position made the male more than uncomfortable. You crouching between his legs, your gaze lingering on his form was something he wasn't used to. The alcohol that still intoxicated his system made it even harder to remain composed.

Overall it felt like something changed during this mess of a night.

When Jean saw you helpless in Eren's grip, some primal rage was triggered in the deepest parts of his soul. Would he have reacted the same way if it was someone else who needed his help? Would he'd be able to restrain himself? And when he saw this gutwrenching sadness in your eyes, blemishing your gentle soul he wanted nothing more than to kiss the pain away. He longed for that lost smile he so adored.

But these thoughts were forbidden. If Jean dwelled there for too long, he would ache for more and that simply wasn't possible. You were close like brother and sister and it would be selfish to risk this precious bond. It was easier to just drown his yearning in random hookups, even though he always imagined it was you he was making love to.

A part of him clung onto the excuse, that the consumed alcohol was the reason his emotions went overboard after all.

"I am done. You should still go to the hospital tomorrow, but I think you'll be fine for now," you announced proudly as you finished wrapping the bandage over his injured hand. "You were such a brave boy." You winked and chuckled to yourself. Jean mirrored your eyes rolling from before. "Well thanks, Dr. Cocky," he responded in a brusque way. You shook your head at your never-ending teasing and threw everything back in the medical kit. As you did so, your friend stood up and from the corner of your eyes, you saw him nervously rubbing the back of his head.

“It’s late,” he stated bluntly.

You rose your upper body, while you gave the clock on your nightstand a quick glance. The glowing numbers on the screen said 03:46 a.m. Indeed the hours just passed in the blink of an eye. All the commotion and the amount of alcohol let everything pass in a blur. You wondered if Sasha would be home soon.

“If you need anything, call me. And if Yeager dares to show up, I am willing to wreck my other hand for you as well. Other than that, I’m going to head home.” Jean was about to grab his leather jacket, as you laid your hand on his shoulder. He turned around just to meet your sheepish expression. If the room wasn’t so poorly lit he could have sworn your cheeks were tinted in a light shade of pink. You looked on the floor as you whispered. “Can you stay?” Followed by a louder “Just in case something happens.” The corners of Jean's mouth swept up at your futile attempt to explain yourself. “Sure thing. I will just sleep on the couch,” the broadly built man said sweetly, but you shook your head. “I…uhm…I would like to have someone next to me.” As those words left your mouth, which by now felt insanely dry, you desired nothing more than to slap yourself. This came out so wrong. “I mean, not like that. You know, for comfort and stuff,” you added. To your embarrassment, you couldn’t hide the tremble in your voice.

You already waited for a snarky backfire from your brash friend, but instead, he just nodded. The weak light of the lamp on your nightstand wasn’t enough for you to read his expression but his body language seemed nervous. You mirrored his gesture to seal the deal and made your way over to your bed with mechanical movements. Jean still stood exactly where he was, analyzing everything you did. “Can you please turn around? I need to change,” you said. This seemed to breathe some life back into his limbs. He murmured some assuring words and faced your wall in no time.

As you stripped out of your fancy clothes, selected for the party night only, you felt the cold air tickle your skin. Quickly you grabbed the oversized shirt that was draped on the bed and threw it over your shivering body. Meanwhile, you also saw Jean unbuttoning his blood-stained shirt. The hint of moonlight, that made its way through your closed curtains, illuminated his athletic back in a mesmerizing way. His shoulder blades wiggled when he moved his arms and the defined muscles tensed with every shift.

You gulped at this godlike sight.

“Are you done?” Jean finally asked. You nodded at first but were quick to realize that he wasn’t able to see you. “Yeah, I am ready. You can look.” And so he did. While he turned around he was also fidgeting with his belt, but when Jean noticed the horror on your features he paused. “My pants are also bloody. I hope it’s okay if I just sleep in my boxers.” Again you just nodded as your mouth watered at the thought. Jean Kirschtein, lying half-naked in your bed. Every woman on campus would kill for that opportunity.

While he got rid of the fabric you crawled under the comforting reserve of your sheets. Just when you were about to switch the light off, you felt the mattress shift under heavy bodyweight. Carefully Jean lifted the blanked and joined you. Now draped in lulling darkness, you layed there, facing each other.

N S F W

“Jean?” you sighed into the blackness. He hummed in response. “Thank you for everything. I know you would rather be with Mikasa right now. It means a lot that you stay with me.” Not being able to see him made it easier for you to talk about tonight. You heard a rustle as Jean shook his head. If you would have known how wrong you were. This was exactly what he had always dreamed of.

“I will always choose you,” he whispered, the vibrating bass of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn’t help but gasp at this sudden revelation. He must have meant it in a platonic way, right? As your brain failed to find the right words, it was able to let your hand slid over his. You traced your thumb over his fingers tenderly and hoped he would understand the silent admiration. By now the tension of your touch grew heavier and soaked you in. Your bodies gravitated towards each other. Nothing was able to stop you from colliding.

Nothing but Jean himself.

“Fuck. No.” Suddenly Kirschtein’s helpless moan tore the magnetifying energy. He sat up and shifted away to get as much space between you and him as possible. “No, no, no, no,” he repeated. You rose a little and examined him through the dizzy veil of darkness. “What’s gotten into you?” you exclaimed, clearly hurt by his sudden outburst. “This. You. Me,” Jean began to stammer. “I want you so fucking bad. What kind of person am I that I want you right after you almost got assaulted? I am so sorry!” His voice sounded a few octaves higher than usual. Panic painted his voice. Jean continued his rambling about what kind of trash he was when you interrupted him with a stern,

“If you want me that bad, take me then.”

You didn’t recognize yourself but the guard of the night and the six Gin Tonics you had during the party, made you brave. “Huh?” The ash-blonde tilted his head in surprise, his amber orbs widening. “I said, if you want me that bad – Take me.” “Don’t make fun of me – I swear – “ Jean whined but you were quick to cut him off with attacking him from behind. You pulled his body down with you so both ended up crashing into the mattress. Quickly you rearranged so that his upper body was hovering over yours, while his elbows caged you in.

As the realization hit, of what you just had done, your eyes widened. Jean, on the other hand, breathed a desperate “Fuck it” and crashed his lips onto yours.

The kiss felt nothing like you imagined. It felt better. Immaculate.

Always picturing your friend like some rough lover, you were surprised by how gentle his movements were. His big, rugged hands cupped your cheeks with care. Those lips felt like rays of sunshine. And you felt his heart hammer in his chest, setting a soothing rhythm. Drunk on the sensation you clumsily buried your fingers in his soft locks. In addition, your digits began to massage his scalp. The most gentle moan tickled your skin when it emitted Jean's lips. The feeling of you caressing his body bathed him in pure bliss. You pulled away to voice your arousal as well, giving your lover the chance to work his way down to your neck.

Like a starved man, he inhaled your scent and planted hungry kisses on your skin. Glistening trails and purple marks decorated your throat after some time. You would have to explain them to the others at some point, but you couldn’t care less right now. Your voice dripped in lust as you whispered Jean’s name over and over again. It was almost hypnotizing.

“Let me love you,” Jean whispered against your skin. “Please, let me feel you.” Your eyes almost rolled at the back of your head as you heard his plea. How could you deny him? “God Jean, please,” was all you were able to say. You felt his lips form a smirk against your skin. His hand wandered under your shirt, the pain and the wounds long forgotten. He paid attention to every sign your body gave away, to see if you were still enjoying his actions. Excruciatingly slow the male dragged his digits over your stomach, up to your luscious breasts. He gave the plush pads a firm squeeze which caused you to whimper. Being pleased with your reaction Jean also showered your rosy, hard nipples in affection. Rolling and squeezing them between his slender fingers. With every small movement, he sent a wave of dizzying arousal over you.

“So horny already and we haven’t even started,” Jean growled, still nestled against your neck. Your muscles deliciously tensed when your lover spoke. “I can’t…help…it,” you whined in response. Jean let out a heart-warming chuckle.

“No need to explain yourself, angel. I love to see you like that.”

With that said the tall man occupied one hand with your tits a little longer, while the other crept down to your aching core. His fingers sneaked underneath the hem of your underwear, brushing your pubic mound on the way. You felt the warmth of his fingers tingling your sensitive spot when he hovered over it. Gentle but also with firm pressure his digits finally kissed your clit and started to massage it. Soft lips formed an “O”. The electrifying sensation of his circles heated a coil in your abdomen, which you haven’t felt in a long time. Your hand snaked around his neck for support.

“Tell me how you feel, baby,” Jean breathed in your ear, sounding even raspier than before. Never in your life, you would have thought that solicitude would turn you on, but here you were, wetness pooling out of you. You simply couldn't form a coherent thought so you just stuttered something like “Fuck…so good…so, so fucking good.”

Again his tongue entered the void of your mouth. Flesh danced against flesh. But your lover didn’t abide there for long. He left the sanctuary in between your lips, to trail kisses down your throat, over your sternum to your stomach. Jean’s heavy breath tickled the spot right below your navel and forced you to arch your back. His fingers left your throbbing clit for a mere second, leaving you with nothing but desire, but was quick to find his way back when he tore your panties off. The cool air of the night hit your center without mercy. Luckily Jean was quick to shield you from the temperatures with his mouth. One hand on your stomach and the other keeping your legs from shutting, he held you in a securing embrace. Without a warning his tongue glided through your soaking slit, gathering the clear liquid with the tip. He repeated this arousing pattern to bereave you of your consciousness. You felt the vibration against the sensitive bud when he spoke. “You taste amazing. Like I’ve always imagined.” Again your eyeballs were about to turn 180 degrees. This man was simply too much. Your hands found his hair one more time, gently guiding his head when he ate you out like a maniac. Obscene sounds filled the room. Moans mixed with the sound of a squelching pussy formed an angelic symphony.

“I think I am…” you stammered when your lover entered two fingers in addition to his skilled tongue. It felt like he already knew your velvet walls like he’d been there a thousand times before. His fingers never missed your sweet spot. “Let go, angel. Let it all out,” the ash-blonde assured you. Like you were waiting for his permission it took you no longer to release yourself on his digits. The creamy nectar dripped down his wrist and his chin was glistening. Slowly he peeled his face away from your core, smiling fondly. Jean rested his head against your thigh, as he watched you twitching on your high. Your chest rose quickly like you just finished a marathon. Again and again, you repeated his name.

When your orgasm wore off, your lover was already facing you again. His head was propped on one arm while he rested under your shirt with the other, caressing the sacred skin underneath. “We can stop here if you want,” the male murmured, adoring your fucked out face. You shook your head with half-lidded eyes. “No. I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

With that said you gently pressed him back into the mattress and straddled him with your delicate thighs. Jean gasped lightly in surprise. It was now your turn to enter his mouth, while your rosy lips touched his. You cupped his cheeks, feeling his tensed jaw. He grabbed your ass cheeks in return. With all your might you tried to stay still, but a higher force made you grind on his clothed cock. A wet patch formed on his boxers when your arousal and his pre-cum were mixed through the fabric. You felt his cock twitching, begging to be freed.

“So horny already and I haven’t even started,” you whispered against his lips mockingly. A light-hearted laugh was breathed into your mouth. For your boldness, you earned a light slap on your ass. You winced because of the delicious pain and rubbed your pussy harder against his erection. The longing for your walls became stronger with every movement. You felt his grip on your cheeks tightening, trying desperately to contain himself. You could have stayed like this forever, soaking his neediness in, but Jean still deserved a reward for his actions. So you rose your hips to pull his underwear off, while he helped by moving his hips to free himself. Right after you got rid of the one remaining clothing on your body - Your shirt.

His cock almost sprung against your core.

As you looked down you had nothing but admiration left for this masterpiece, but also you were a little concerned. You knew Jean was a big man, though it never occurred to you that he was also a big man. His penis was perfect. Thick, veiny, slightly flushed with peachy colors. You consumed your fair share of porn and never had you seen someone with more beauty resting between his thighs. “Don’t worry, we can go slow,” Jean said quietly. You must have starred at him for a little too long. You nodded with a smile and positioned yourself over his length. One hand gave him a few firm strokes and the other rested on his abdomen. Jean whimpered in response. The blood that rushed to his member tingled the nerves on your hand. With every move, Jean throbbed more.

When you felt like he was ready, you lowered yourself on his tip. In unison, the both of you hissed at the overwhelming sensation. Slowly you soaked his length in, inch by inch. You split open in the most delicious way possible. The friction on your plush walls made your head spin. Jean wasn’t even fully in yet, but you already felt like a new world opened up for you. Your lover also pressed his head back into the pillow, groaning at the feeling of your pussy hugging him. His digits bore into your skin by now. He made sure to mark you in every way possible.

“You are…fuck…So tight,” Jean groaned with pleasure. You nodded like he just asked you something and finished swallowing him. Like it was something sacred, you embraced Jean stuffing you. You enjoyed the slight pain, the shockwaves of arousal. Never had someone managed to make you feel this whole.

Finally, when you got used to his size you began to move. Up, down, up, down. The slapping of skin ringed in your ear, setting a rhythm. Moans turned into desperate screams for one another. Low breath turned into something erratic. You spelled your name on his dick, making him yours. Sweetest nothings poured from Jean's tongue like honey. Every time your hips crashed, your g-spot was triggered. It was almost merciless. For the second time you announced your building orgasm, but to be perfectly honest you wouldn’t have to mention that. The wet sounds and Jean’s creamed cock were evidence enough. “Yes, angel, cum on my dick. I’m so close,” the male groaned as he took the lead. He guided your movements, speeding them up. Your tits bounced and put him under their spell. Eager than before Jean rammed his length inside of you, chasing after his orgasm. Even though the alcohol left his system, he felt drunk. Simply Pussy-drunk.

Almost at the same time, you both reached your highs. You practically shrieked and Jean let out the most animalistic sounds. The mixture of your orgasms made a mess, covering his stomach and your thighs in a wet coat. Your whole body shivered as you tried not to faint. Your fluttering pussy felt a hard thrust before Jean went limp. Clearly, he was fighting for air. You also decided to let your weak muscles rest and collapsed onto his chest, still caging his length in your pussy. Blissfully you listened to the hectic beat of his heart and inhaled the sweet scent of sex that lingered on his skin. Jean was quick to wrap his arms around you.

“Pretty girl,” he cooed as he rested his chin on your head. You smiled shyly. “Pretty boy,” you hummed in return.

Your lover gently turned around, bringing you down with him, so that your back was now resting on the mattress. His arms lay underneath your body. It seemed like his hand wasn’t injured at all, since he didn’t mind the weight on his wounds. He placed another kiss on your lips, but this time there was no hunger in it. Just fondness. Lovingly you traced your fingers over his cheeks as you said, “I am glad you stayed. That helped a lot.” ❥ Previous Chapter ❥ Next Chapter

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