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some people never change [jan weingartner x reader smut]

summary | you've always seen this man outside your work, and, after he causes you to lose your job, jan swears to make it up to you. pairing | jan weingartner (the edukators, 2004) x fem!reader (y/n) word count | 8.01k warnings | smut (minors dni), sex without a condom, overstimulation, slight pain kink (if you squint), Unrealistic Penis Expectations, jan is Too Into Revolution For His Own Good author's note | so i promised this a LONG time ago, and it's finally coming out, i'm sorry lol, but enjoy this! also, thanks to @mypoisonedvine for inspiring the dolly nickname jan uses :)

(gif cred to @sgt-dignam)

You saw him first. But how could you not?

There he was, standing on the corner, harking off his pamphlets and trying to get anyone who would listen to interact. You were familiar with this guy. You knew nothing about him, not even his name— your coworkers, whenever they spotted him outside, always jokingly called him Street Corner Lenin— but you were taken by him. Every day, rain or shine, he was on the corner just outside your work, preaching to the masses about how capitalism will ruin you in the long run. Sometimes a red-haired girl joined him, sometimes a black-haired man, sometimes it was all three of them. But he was always there. Coincidentally, always when you were coming into work.

You fucking hated your job. Every single day you went in, you considered calling out sick. Or, better yet, spitting at your boss’s feet and handing him your apron. Your boss worked you like a dog with no acknowledgment of such, having you open the restaurant every day at 10 am sharp and closing at 11 pm (or whenever the last customers left, which was usually closer to midnight most days). He was a rude man, and would only ever berate the female staff. Perhaps if it was only your boss that made the job hell, you could work through it, but the customers (or guests, as your boss demanded you call them) were all snobby, stick-up-their-asshole type people. Either on their own would have been hell, but both together, along with your blooming realization of how stupid it was that you had to pay your way through life, made your life awful. Basically, you didn’t blame Street Corner Lenin one bit.

“Dogs, all of you!” you heard his shouts as you shouldered the door to the patio open, loaded down with plates and silverware to set the tables before opening. “You work and work and work, and for what? A bone? A measly bone to give your landlord to ensure you don’t live on the street? What sort of life is that?”

As you set the plates down on one of the metal tables, you looked out to the man. You had only ever seen him from that distance, and you admired the basic outline he had about him. A sort of mousy-brown hair, cut short and shaggy, with an ungroomed beard (beard was putting it loosely; it was more of a chin strap than anything) decorating his face. He always wore dark clothes, even now, in a Berlin July, loose, ripped, and a dark shirt with a black denim jacket. By all accounts, the man was handsome.

The patio door opened carefully, and you looked to see your coworker, a young girl named Anna. You suspected she was still in high school, although you never asked, but she was a sweet girl. “Dude,” Anna started, taking a few of the plates from your pile. “Did you hear what happened to Joe last night?”

Seeing as Joe was your boss from hell, you didn’t care too much. You shrugged a bit, not really ever one to fall into the trap of gossip, but Anna gasped all the same. “Oh, man,” she chuckled. “His house got broken into last night. He’s in an awful mood today… Like, worse than normal.”

“Broken into?” you repeated. “Did they take anything?”

“That’s the weird part!” Anna exclaimed. She laid the plates out on the table neatly, just as you had been told, and she continued. “No! They broke in and, like, rearranged the furniture and shit. And they left this weird-ass note, ‘die fetten jahre sind vorbei’, like, ‘your days of plenty are numbered’ or something.”

“What the fuck…?” you mumbled. As Anna spoke, Street Corner Lenin’s voice drifted to you, and you cast a glance at him once more. He was still preaching about how capitalism was bad and working in order to live wasn’t how society was supposed to function. Typical. You were prepared to hear him all day, until security came and ushered him away, just as they always did. “That’s weird, dude. Like… Seriously weird.”

“Yeah!” Anna agreed enthusiastically. “But the note was signed! People called ‘The Edukators’.”

“Alright,” you said, leaning to place a roll of silverware on a plate. “Who is that?”

“No-one knows,” Anna told you. “They break into rich people’s houses, rearrange the furniture and shit and scare them basically, and then leave these letters. It’s weird!”

“It is weird,” you nodded absently. It’s not that you weren’t listening to Anna, because you were, but your attention was on something else. On him.

The security guard seemed to be vying for some sort of promotion with the speed at which he approached Street Corner Lenin. You could hear them arguing, but not really able to make out their words, and Anna scoffed. “Christ, Jan,” she mumbled.

“Huh?”

Anna pointed to Street Corner Lenin and said, “His name’s Jan. My sister Jule is dating his best friend. He’s out here every single day.”

“Jan,” you repeated slowly. “What’s his deal?”

Anna shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve only met him once, when I went to Jule’s apartment. She’s living with her boyfriend Peter, and Jan lives with them too. He was, like, sitting on the kitchen table and writing something and didn’t even respond when I said hi. Just… Weird.”

Then, from the street, you heard a shout, and you turned to see the security guard and Jan still arguing, but the guard had his hand on Jan’s arm. You don’t know what compelled you forward, but you were quickly abandoning your place on the patio and running over to them. You heard Anna shouting after you, but you could only focus on him. “Leave him alone, won’t you?” you said, swiping your hands along your uniform pants. “He’s not hurting anyone!”

The security guard regarded you with a quiet sort of “Hmph!”, and he said, “Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Weingartner.”

“I don’t,” Jan said savagely, but his amber eyes were caught on you.

“I’m just a friend,” you explained quickly. “But he’s not doing anything wrong! It’s a peaceful protest, haven’t you ever heard of it?”

“He’s being a nuisance,” the guard said, and you sighed.

“Nuisance my ass, he’s speaking his mind!” you cried. “For God’s sake, the wall fell, like, ten years ago! We can say what we want now! He’s not hurting anyone, the most he’s doing is scaring off birds!”

You heard your boss’s shouts of your name, along with Anna’s, and you sighed in frustration. “I’m here everyday and I’ve never seen him do anything bad,” you said. “He’s handing out flyers, how is that any different than the university students advertising a concert? It’s because of what he’s saying, he’s not preaching your capitalist ideas, and you and whoever you work for don’t like that, so you shut down rebellion at the source!”

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Joe cried as he got to you. “Get your ass back there now, or—”

“Or what?” you asked. “You’ll fire me? Do it! I don’t care; if I lose my job for standing up for something I feel strongly about, then so be it!”

Suddenly, a firm hand fell on your arm, and you looked to see Jan pushing you back and away from the conflict. His eyes, the color of fresh honey, were fixed on Joe, and Jan grinded his teeth as he watched your boss. “So you’re the one who has her trapped at that fucking place,” Jan snarled. “I’m here every day, and she’s always there. What, does she live there or something? She’s young. She needs a life that isn’t at that fucking restaurant.”

“Y/N could easily request time off, she just doesn’t,” Joe said, throwing his hand out at you, and Anna grabbed your hand as Jan pushed you away even further. “She likes working, she’s good at it—”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” Jan snapped. “Look at her! The shadows under her eyes, the way her hair’s all limp, she’s exhausted!” Then, he quickly turned to you, and he took up your hand in his. His hand was larger than yours, his skin dotted with freckles, his palm warm and soft and inviting. His voice was gentler when he spoke next, his Köln accent making his words that much more sincere: “When’s the last time you had a night off, baby?”

Baby. One part of you wanted to snap at him, something along the lines of “I’m not your fucking baby”, but you just couldn’t even muster up that much anger. He was so… Concerned. Not in a You-Prove-My-Anti-Capitalist-Views way, but in a way that felt much more human. He was truly worried about you, even though he didn’t know you. You shrugged. “Dunno,” you answered softly. “S’been a while.”

Jan slapped his hands down onto his thighs. “See?” he exclaimed. “You’re overworking her. She’s tired, she’s annoyed—”

“She’s fired,” Joe said, and your heart splashed down into your stomach.

“No, please, Joe,” you said quickly, breaking from Jan and Anna’s grips. “Please, you can’t do this, I-I need this job, I need to pay for my apartment, please, you can’t do this!”

“I just did,” Joe snapped. “Give me your apron.”

“Joe!” you whimpered. “Please! I’m the best you’ve got, please, you just can’t!” You almost considered getting down on your knees and begging him to let you keep your job, but Jan’s gentle hand touched your shoulder, and you let your tears fall. “Please.”

“Apron,” Joe said. “Now.”

Slowly, trying not to sob, you unclipped the small little apron from around your waist, and you handed it to Joe. Before you could even try to plead again, Jan was pulling you back and away, and, for whatever reason, your body melted into his. Your face nestled perfectly into his neck, and you allowed yourself to cry on this weird stranger’s shoulder for a few pitiful seconds. The smell of him was nice, weed and liquor and the unmistakable tang of Man, and his arms around you, holding you, comforting you, was good, but you quickly settled with the reality of who this man was.

You pushed Jan away and gave a sad sniffle, and you said, “You fucking got me fired, you prick. After I defended you!”

“I wasn’t trying to,” Jan said quickly, and you scoffed.

“Right, because you sit here, day in and day out, and wax poetic about the sins of society and shit, just for fun,” you scoffed. “That was your fucking plan all along! Recruit people to your fuckin’ cause or whatever?”

“Baby—”

“I’m not your goddamn baby, stop it!” you cried. “I never wanna see you again. Fuck…”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jan said quickly, and his hands shot out to grab your upper arms. Despite the speed of his action, he seemed gentle and caring. Those honey eyes were sad as he looked at your face, and he said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I didn’t... I’m an asshole. I get that. I’m so sorry, please believe me. Can I make it up to you somehow?”

“How?” you asked. “I was banking on this week’s paycheck to help me pay rent!”

Jan’s pink mouth screwed up for a second as he thought it over, and he mumbled, “Let me take you to dinner. Or-Or get some coffee or something. Please, it’s the least I can do. I feel like a fucking dumbass, I really am sorry.”

You believed him. It wasn’t exactly difficult to do that, though, because he seemed so genuine. You wondered if he had ever been in similar circumstances. Had he ever been evicted before? Maybe he was only doing revolution-busking because he too had lost his job. What with the economic uncertainty, it didn’t seem all that far fetched. You looked beside you, to where Anna had taken a step back, and she gave a little nod. “Fine,” you said softly. “We can get coffee or something. But only because Anna says you’re fucking weird, and I need to experience that for myself.”

Finally, Jan looked over at Anna, and he said, “Oh. I didn’t know you worked there.”

“I’m there every day, dick,” Anna said, but she didn’t seem actually upset. It was her sister’s friend, after all; perhaps there was an inkling of friendship there themselves. “You’re too focused on Y/N to ever see anyone else.”

“Alright, whatever,” Jan scoffed. “If you see Jule before I do, tell her it’s her turn to do the laundry.”

Anna groaned. “No, she’ll hate me,” she mumbled.

“She’ll hate me more when she finds out I did this,” Jan said, gesturing to you, and, somehow, his furrowed eyebrows made you laugh. “Sorry, no offense.”

“Oh, you’re too late,” you said. “Offense was taken when you got me fired.”

“Shit,” Jan mumbled. “I mean… That’s fair, but ouch.”

Being out in the sunlight felt weird. Sure, there was time in the morning for you to do errands and things before you went to work, but you hardly ever indulged in that. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had been able to sit down and drink coffee, or even go on a date. Was this a date? Did Jan intend for it to be one, and you were too thick or distracted to recognize that? He ordered for you, making your stomach warm in an odd way that you weren’t familiar with, and he downright refused to let you pay for your own drink. “Save your money, please,” he told you, and you could only nod and do as he told you.

“I really am sorry,” Jan told you once you two were sat down with your drinks. The sun coming through the glass window made you feel a little like Dracula, and you shifted a bit in your seat. “I-I, I’ve been told I’m a major asshole before but I’ve always been like ‘oh, okay, whatever, you just don’t like me’. But when my actions directly affect someone just trying to go about their life… I guess I really am an asshole, huh?” He laughed a little, but you could still see how uneasy he was.

“Not an asshole,” you told him. “Just… Maybe misguided is the right word. I mean, you certainly were trying to do something good and worthwhile. There’s just casualties, I guess.”

“Says the casualty,” Jan mumbled, sipping his drink.

“Says the person who caused the casualty,” you shot back, and Jan gave a little laugh.

“That’s fair,” he said. “Hurtful, but fair.”

“So, what do you do all day?” you asked, readjusting yourself in your seat. “That? How do you get anything done in your life?”

“That is my life,” Jan shrugged. “I mean… I don’t know. I don’t really have anything else. I have my friends, but… That’s the only thing I’m good at. I barely finished high school, dropped out of university, I can’t keep a job to save my life— not that I’d want to keep one anyway. I don’t have anything except shelling out my dumb pamphlets and annoying my friends. But, to answer your question, I do that: stand on street corners and hope that maybe someone will take me seriously and try to come to a rally or join a protest.”

“That seems like a shitty way to live,” you mumbled. “I mean, other than the revolution or whatever you choose to call it, there has to be some motivation. Right?” Then, jokingly, with a hint of myrth that you hoped Jan would pick up on, leaned forward and asked, “It’s for a girl, huh?”

Jan choked a little on his drink, and his face went pink. “What?” he asked, coughing into his elbow.

“You’re doing this for a girl,” you giggled. “Some pretty revolutionary girl from university, who definitely wears a bandana with pigtails and carries a messenger bag. You’re doing all of this for her, right? God, it’s like a movie, it’s romantic as hell.”

“No,” Jan said, recovered from his choking fit enough to laugh with you (or perhaps at you; you weren’t too sure). “No, nothing like that. Ya know, not all men think with their dick.”

“Right, right,” you mused softly. “So, grabbing my hand and calling me baby back there wasn’t you trying to get me warmed up to you?”

“I mean, it wasn’t meant to be that,” Jan said. His hands were now firmly in his lap, his shoulders drawn up to his ears, and he added, “But I suppose you can read into it as much as you want.”

“Oh, gosh, I’m just joking,” you said quickly. “I-I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Fuck, I’m sorry—”

“Oh, you didn’t!” Jan said quickly, pushing towards you and grabbing your hands with his. “I’m just bad at flirting. A-Assuming you’re trying to flirt. I don’t even know when people are flirting with me or not. I just don’t know how to fuckin’ talk to people, let alone pretty girls. It’s easier to… Talk at people, lecture them about their wrongdoings and shit, ya know?”

You bit your lip and nodded a bit. “You think I’m pretty?” you asked softly, and Jan’s eyes grew as big as a puppy dog’s.

“I mean… Don’t you?” he asked. “I think you’re stunning. Really.”

The compliment warmed your chest, and you laid your hand on top of his. “Thank you,” you said. “I think you’re pretty handsome too.”

“Oh, no, stop,” Jan groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and hanging his head.

“You’re not used to getting complimented a lot, huh?” you asked. That much felt obvious, especially with the blush that permeated his nose and cheeks. “You should be. I mean, fuck, Jan, you’re a knockout. Look at you! I mean… Maybe do something with that facial hair… But you’re still ridiculously attractive. It makes me sorta sick to look at you, actually.”

“Oh, so I just need to shave and then I’ll be one hundred percent attractive?” Jan asked teasingly, and you nodded quickly.

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” you said. “Shave that chin strap bullshit and fix your mustache, and I’d have you on this table right now.”

Jan’s eyes lowered from yours, and his plush bottom lip fit between his teeth for a moment before he looked back at you through those dark eyelashes. “Oh, baby,” he mumbled. “If only you knew how easily you could have me.”

You couldn’t help yourself; you laughed. Jan didn’t seem upset or offended in the slightest, instead laughing with you. “That’s the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard,” you told him. “I mean, you were getting really close there for a minute, and then you said that.”

“Oh, it’s awful, I know,” Jan groaned, scrubbing his hands down his face. “It’s dreadful. But my friend told me to say it, he said it would make women go crazy. I think he was teasing me and I’m too fucking stupid to understand that he was making fun of me. He told me to sound dumb when I said it, too, as if saying it doesn’t make me sound like a fucking idiot in the first place.”

“Does this guy usually have a lot of luck with women?” you asked.

“Yeah, I mean…” Jan started and scratched his chin. “Before Peter started dating Jule, he was bringing home girls left and right. I guess Jule made him settle down, or at least realize he was being a chode to half the women he brought home.”

“Oh,” you said slowly. “This is Peter. Anna’s sister’s boyfriend.”

“Yes,” Jan said.

“You live with the two of them?” you asked.

“No, no,” Jan said quickly. “Peter and I pay rent on the flat, and Jule lives with Peter. She got evicted and they had been dating for a while, so she moved in. She lives with us, not me with them.”

“Right, right, because the semantics of the situation fix things,” you said quickly. “What does Peter do?”

“Fuck if I know, honestly,” Jan said. “He brings in money, but I don’t know how he does it. I think… Truthfully, I think he steals things and resells them. It would make a lot of sense knowing him…”

“And Jule?” you asked. “I think Anna said once that she’s a waitress too.”

“Yeah,” Jan nodded. “And Jule is in the same boat as you. Hates her job, wants to quit, but has this weird pride that won’t let her admit her defeat. It’s tragic to watch.”

“They both work during the day?” you asked, and Jan nodded. “So, the flat is empty right now?”

“Yeah,” Jan said. “Why? Are you planning on robbing us?”

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled. “You really are pitiful with women, huh?”

“What?”

“Jan. I’m asking if anyone is at the flat right now so you can take me home and fuck me.”

The poor man’s mind seemed to short-circuit for a second, because he stared at you blankly before he blinked. “Really?” he asked. “Like, no bullshit?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, and you leaned forward across the table to fully reach Jan, and you kissed him. Even though he seemed surprised by your words, he took no time in kissing back, as if he had been expecting it and was just playing a game with you before. His lips took to yours in an instant, and he leaned forward a little and turned his head to deepen the kiss just a bit. It broke within seconds, as you had really expected it to, and Jan licked his lips when he pulled away. “Your mouth tastes really good,” he whispered, and his finger moved to sweep along your cheek. “Does the rest of you taste that good too?”

You wanted to be witty and say something about ‘why don’t you find out’, but instead it seemed to be your turn to blush and lower your gaze. Something seemed to have come over Jan as he kissed you, and now he was confident in himself in a way that you hadn’t seen outside of him on the street corner.

Jan gave a breathy laugh and touched your bottom lip before pulling away fully and settling back in the café chair, taking a sip of his coffee. “Oh, you’re not gonna go all shy on me, are you?” he asked. “What happened to that attitude of yours?”

“You kissed it out of my mouth,” you mumbled, and your face went hot when Jan gave a smirk.

“Oh, really?” he said. “And you said that I say cheesy bullshit.”

Something felt weird about being bathed in sunlight as you stumbled into a boy’s flat. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a daylight hook up (or, really, when you thought about it, a hook up period), and something about the warmth it sent over your body made Jan’s touch feel that much more intense. Those big, warm hands held your cheek as he kissed you in his blue van before escorting you upstairs, and his grip went to your waist once the large door to the flat closed. You hardly even had time to take in the flat as a whole, the weird almost-vintage feel to the walls and floorboards, before Jan had you pinned to the wall. His kiss was a little harder now in the solitude of his flat, and he didn’t hesitate a bit as his fingers went to unbutton the dark shirt you wore. You had almost forgotten that you had managed to seduce a man wearing your work uniform, but it was a little liberating. To hell with your fucking restaurant, it said. To hell with you guys so much, in fact, that I’ll get fucked while wearing clothes with your logo on the left tit.

Jan wasn’t a quiet man, and you adored that. He moaned into your mouth and would constantly mumble to you, especially when you did something he liked. It didn’t seem difficult to impress or please him; even just tugging on his hair had him pushing his tongue past your lips and giving you his moan. There was also something about Jan that seemed to display itself only when you were squirming in his arms as he kissed your neck. He seemed confident. He seemed sure of himself. Once again, he became the Street Corner Lenin that you had coveted from afar.

“Oh, shit, baby,” Jan mumbled as he roughly shoved his knee between your thighs. Your hips jerked up to meet him at the contact, and Jan gave a low, rasping laugh into your neck. “You’re fuckin’ starving for it, aren’t you? When’s the last time you went on a date? Or had someone fuck you the way you deserve? Or even fuck you at all?”

“What’s the way that I deserve?” you asked softly, pulling your head to the side to give Jan full access to your neck. You gave a little shriek when his teeth bared down into your skin, and his hands dug into your hips to keep you right on him.

“Good,” he said simply. “Hard. You’re so anxious, baby, someone needs to take your mind off of everything for a while.”

“And you’re the one to do that?” you asked softly.

“I’m gonna be,” Jan told you. “People think that sex is ugly, just some sad animilastic breeding instinct. But sex is a stress reliever too. They don’t want you to be empowered like that, they want you to be braindead and subservient and ready for whatever, whenever. Society shames women for enjoying sex and for asking for it, but I want you to know that you can ask me for whatever you want.”

“Yeah?” you asked. Jan’s fingers finished with your shirt and tugged it off of your with haste, and his warm palms cupped your breasts, covered by your awfully plain bra. He gave a heavy sigh and leaned down to kiss the swell of your tits, and you sighed in bliss. His lips were soft against your delicate skin, and you liked the way he touched you so nicely. Even though he promised you a good and hard fucking, you didn’t quite care how he did it.

“Yeah,” Jan whispered. “What sort of sexual partner am I if I don’t look out for you as much as myself? Gratification is a two-player game, baby doll.”

With that, Jan pulled you through the flat, pausing every so often to steal a kiss to your mouth. Finally, he deposited you on a mattress in one room and started to undress. The room itself was messy, photographs taped to the walls and papers spilling off the desk, the wire shelving a bit askew off of the wall. The bed itself was merely a mattress settled on the floor, the sheets pulled a little wonky to the side, a flattened pillow with wrinkled blankets on it. Honestly, you expected something like that from Jan; it wouldn’t feel right if his bedroom was organized with perfect decor. Quickly, Jan tugged his dark shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt, but he was on top of you in an instant, almost like he couldn’t wait to undress to kiss you again. His palm was almost the size of your face, and you arched your back up into him when his tongue dominated your soft mouth again. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, and his other hand grabbed at your thigh and tugged it around his waist. His hot weight between your legs was just what you needed and wanted, and you grunted a bit as you tried to wiggle your hand into his pants.

“Oh, yeah?” Jan chuckled. His mouth pulled away from yours, but he relocated to your neck, sucking and biting and licking it like an animal. “You wanna jack me off? You wanna put that little hand of yours on my cock? Think you can do it?”

“You say that like your dick is huge,” you laughed, and Jan just shrugged. After a tense moment, your hand paused just at the top of his pants, you sighed. “Jan. Can I admit something?”

Jan gave a grunt of exertion as he settled himself on his elbows above you, and he nodded as he touched his forehead to yours. “Of course you can,” he said. “You can tell me anything. Your secret fantasies or whatever are safe with me.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve only had sex with one other guy,” you told him. “And it was back in high school. It’s been a while, and I really only ever learned how to please that one dumb kid. I just… If I do something wrong, will you tell me?”

“Nothing’s ever wrong when having sex,” Jan told you. “I’ll help guide you through how best to please me, but you won’t do anything wrong. Since high school, you say?”

You nodded and gave a little “Mhm”, and you added, “I can’t even remember how to give a decent handjob.”

“Oh, baby, I can show you,” Jan said. “That’s no problem. You want me naked, or you just wanna do it like this?”

“H-However you want,” you mumbled.

You jumped a little in shock when Jan’s hand closed around your throat, and your eyes shot up to see his dark ones staring right at you. “Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a little growl. “I’m at your mercy, baby.”

You took a deep breath to steady your thumping heart, and you pulled your hand up to your face and offered your palm to Jan. He understood what you were after, and he flattened his tongue along your hand. He sucked at your fingers for a brief moment before spitting on your palm, and he licked your bottom lip as your hand snaked back down to his pants. His zipper was already yawning open, and it took little effort to navigate your soaked hand into his thin boxers, and your heart stopped when you felt the soft skin of his cock. He was huge. Jesus Christ, this guy had a giant cock. You didn’t want your shock to show plainly in your face, so you took a breath and closed your fingers around his length, and you started to slowly stroke him, just enough to feel heat start to gather under his skin.

If you weren’t already, you were thoroughly intimidated. Holy fuck, you could hardly believe it. You definitely didn’t want to see it, because you knew yourself and you knew that you’d bail if you knew for certain, but, as his cock hardened in your grasp, you began to sort through your thoughts. He was thick and heavy in your hand, and you twisted your hand down to the head of his cock and moaned a bit at the sheer length of his cock. Finally, you couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, and you let out an abashed giggle. “Okay, wow,” you mumbled, a bolt of lightning rocking your stomach. Jan’s mouth landed on yours, swallowing up your laughter, and he sputtered out a laugh as well.

“Are you laughing at my dick?” Jan asked, and you shook your head quickly as you continued to giggle. “Well, what’s those cute little giggles about, baby doll?”

“I mean,” you started. “Holy shit, dude. Holy shit. I-I don’t know how the hell that’s supposed to fit inside me.”

Jan laughed, and he kissed your neck. “Oh, baby,” he sighed. “It’ll fit. I’ll make it.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, and you withdrew your hand from his jeans. Quickly, you sat up a bit and kicked off your shoes, and you finished undressing as Jan did the same, and you gave a little cry of surprise when Jan showed that surprising strength again and tugged you to sit on his hips. You flattened your hands against his torso, admiring the soft dusting of hair on his chest and belly, and you leaned forward and kissed him as you rolled your hips down onto his. You weren’t surprised that you were already dripping wet, and Jan moaned into your kiss when your warm cunt brushed the hot head of his cock. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “Oh, baby, you’re fucking soaked. Is that for me?”

“All for you,” you whispered. Both of his hands reached up and squeezed your breasts, and you moaned when his fingers pinched your nipples. “F-Fuck, Jan, feels so good.”

“I love the way you say my name,” Jan breathed, sitting up a bit in order to wrap his lips around your nipples. Your skin rippled at the feeling of him, and your bodies rocked together as you both tried to delay the inevitable. Sooner or later (your body begged for sooner), you’d give in to your desire, but you had to admit that you didn’t mind this filthy making-out. “But I wanna hear you scream it.”

“Well, you better get to work giving me a reason to,” you said quickly. Jan pulled his face from your tits and looked up at your face with an amused quirk of his dark eyebrow, and he reached down and stroked his cock a few times as he watched you hover over him.

“You alright with riding me?” he asked. “Just wanna see those tits bounce…”

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, no problem.”

“Fuck, hold on,” Jan started, and he turned his head a few times, obviously looking for something. “I, fuck, on that metal shelf, behind my stereo, I’ve got a box of rubbers, I didn’t think about it before—”

“It’s okay,” you told him quickly. “I’ve got an IUD.”

“A what?” Jan asked, cocking his head a bit in confusion.

“It’s, like, this implant thing,” you started. “It’s a long story, but I won’t get knocked up. Pinky promise.”

Jan nodded, and his cheeks glowed pink as he smiled. “You’re cute,” he said, and you scoffed.

“Right, whatever,” you mumbled.

“No, seriously,” Jan said quickly, raising his hand from your tits up to hold your face. The moment felt much more tender than everything up until that point, and Jan said, “You’re cute. And you’re funny, and you’ve got a hell of a mind. I mean, my God, the revolution would eat you up… You’ve ever been a god before, Y/N?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you giggled. “Just put your cock in me, then we can talk about this later.”

“Is that a promise?” Jan asked with a cheeky smile, and you rolled your eyes. Finally, your hands slid down his chest to where his cock laid against his stomach, hard and weeping for attention, and you swiped your thumb across his slit and gathered his pre-cum on your thumb. At this, his hips gave a little involuntary buck up into your hand, and you licked your lips as you tried to prepare. You took a deep breath, preparing for the pain and burn of the stretch, and you adjusted yourself over him before carefully sinking onto his cock.

Instantly, you knew that you were in for a good time. The head of his cock was burning hot as he stretched your walls, and shockwaves traveled up your body and made the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, and your thighs were already quivering. A long moan escaped from you as you settled further onto him, and you chewed your lip as you hung your head. Pleasure and pain existed very close to each other— you knew this— but Jan was a hell of a reminder of it. He blurred the lines, but you didn’t hate it. However, a small whimper of pain left you, despite your efforts to keep it to yourself, and Jan gave you a little shush and sat up a little to sweetly kiss your lips.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “I should’ve prepped you, I’m so sorry, baby doll. I know it hurts, I know. I’m sorry, I should have warned you what you were getting yourself into—”

“Stop,” you whispered, kissing him again. “I’m fine. It’s just been a long time for me, Jan. I’m alright, I swear. Thanks for being concerned, though.”

“I told you, baby,” Jan said.”I’m gonna take care of you.”

You both took a shared steadying breath, and his hands grasped your small waist and pulled you further down. Your breath caught in your throat the feeling of his sheer size, and you only breathed again when you felt your body collide with his. “Oh, baby,” Jan moaned, laughing a little. “Look at yourself, dolly.”

You clenched your teeth, expecting the worst as you looked down, and you gave a breathy laugh when he saw what had Jan so entranced. Not only had you managed to get him fully inside you, but there existed a little bump in your lower stomach from where his cock was buried so deep inside you. Even just the sight of it made pleasure flare in your stomach, and you shoved your hair behind your ear as you laughed. “Oh, shit,” you hissed. “That’s… Not what I was expecting.”

“You like it?” Jan asked, and you nodded quickly.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. “Oh, it’s fucking hot.” Carefully, you anchored yourself on the bed, hands planted on either side of Jan’s head, and you rose yourself up a bit before sinking back down on his cock. Now, instead of the burn being painful, you found pleasure shooting up your body. It was intoxicating and made your head spin, and you let out a gasp at the feeling of it. “Fuck, babe, fuck.”

“I know,” Jan said with a smile, and he leaned up and kissed your forehead. “It’s fantastic, isn’t it?”

“Christ, big ego much?” you mumbled, but you laughed despite it.

“I mean, yeah, I gotta have a huge ego to match my dick,” Jan chuckled. “No, but not that. This entire thing as a whole. It’s so good. Living to love, loving to live, it’s why we’re here. We were put here to love. Not to just exist, certainly not to work.”

You sighed with contentment, and Jan pulled himself to sit up fully. His front pressed against yours, his hands skating up your supple back, and he pressed his face to your chest. Your own hands slid up his neck and tangled in his hair, and you kissed him like you never had before. Hungry and needy and not expecting anything. It was the simplest and purest way to love someone, kissing like that, and you could feel a Jan-esque quote come to mind. “Exist to love,” you repeated. “We’re born to love. We exist to fuck.”

“Hmm, but isn’t fucking just love?” Jan asked. You hadn’t noticed until then, but your bodies were moving together, him rolling his hips up into you and taking your breath away with the depth of him.

“No, making love is love,” you said softly. “Fucking is… It’s like saying— Oh, fuck, right there! Fuck!— Saying ‘fuck you’. Fucking is weaponizing love. It’s not to express affections, or to make children for the fucking society to control. It’s very much recreational. You can’t let society control you. Fuck who you want.”

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jan breathed, and his strength showed itself again when he wrapped his arm around your lower back and moved you to lay on the bed. You laughed with him as you squirmed to adjust to the new position, but your laughter was replaced with a deep moan when Jan snapped his hips into you. Your gaze was fixed with stars as he started a quick pace, every thrust feeling like he was bruising the bottoms of your lungs, and the head of his cock nestling into your soft bundle of nerves every single time.

You dragged your fingernails down Jan’s back. The pleasure that was mounting in your stomach was overwhelming, and you could hardly even think about forming words, and Jan’s hand captured your chin. “What is it, too cock-drunk to even speak anymore?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your open mouth. “Good girl. You’re taking my cock so well, I’m proud of you, baby.”

“Hurts,” you managed to spit out. Your legs wrapped tight around his body, your heel digging into his back as the old mattress springs squeaked with the force of your bodies.

“Good,” Jan said, and he gave a particularly punishing thrust and formed a cheshire smile when you sobbed at the pain. “It should. Pain purifies the mind, liebling, helps you cut through societal bullshit to see what really matters.”

“C-Can’t…” you started, and your voice left you when Jan began to roughly rub your clit. You weren’t surprised that he could find your clit without help, but the immediate electric shock of pleasure reminded you just who you were dealing with: Jan Weingartner, revolutionary, rebellious, handsome, cheesy, and possessing the cock to end all cocks.

“Oh, yes, you can,” Jan said softly. “And you’re gonna. You don’t have much of a fucking choice, huh? Gotta finish what you started, baby…” His hand still firm around your throat, he leaned down and mouthed at your sensitive neck, closing his teeth on your skin and giving a harsh suck as he continued to fuck you into oblivion. His hand was working fast on your clit, obviously spurred on by the feeling of you clenching around him, and you couldn’t do much but shiver in his grip and submit.

Finally, that power came over you, and you tightened your legs around his waist. “Fuck,” you gasped. “Fuck, m’gonna cum… Jan! Fuck!”

“Oh, yes, good girl,” Jan growled as he bit your neck again. His thrusts slowed down a bit, but it only allowed him to push deeper into you. Your fingers continued to dig into his back, and you whimpered and cried as he drew you closer, closer, closer…

You were blinded by white-hot pleasure, and you shook as you sobbed at the sweet release of your orgasm. You couldn’t describe it as anything but good, and you jolted a little when Jan’s teeth released your neck and he gave the softest kiss instead. “Shit, yeah,” Jan whispered. Your cunt clenched around his cock, and his confident thrusts stuttered as he pressed his forehead to yours one more time and came. The wet sounds of him fucking you still, filling up your dripping hole with his own release, made goosebumps spawn on your skin, and Jan’s hands slid down to your waist. His thumb worked slow circles on your hipbone as he kissed you, and he panted into your kiss. “Oh, fuck, baby, milking my cock so good… Holy shit, baby. You’re a fucking goddess, Christ.”

Finally, his hips slowed to a stop, and he pulled out of you with one last kiss. He took up the corner of his sheets and carefully cleaned you up, being gentle and shushing you when he put a little too much force on your swollen and throbbing cunt. “I know, baby,” he whispered. “Can I get you anything? Some water or something to eat?”

You shook your head, and you reached for his dark t-shirt and tugged it over your head. “I’m alright,” you whispered. “Thanks, though.”

“Are you sure?” Jan asked. “I think we have some beer in the fridge, if you’d like?”

“Why are you being so sweet to me?” you asked, hoisting yourself up onto your elbows. Jan’s hair was all kinds of fucked up, matted and pulled weird in just about every place, his eyes were still blown from his own orgasm, and his pale chest and neck were flushed pink.

Jan pulled himself up from bed and tugged on a pair of khaki pants that sat on the floor beside the bed. “I mean, I’m not a complete asshole,” he said. “I told you this at the start; I’m gonna look out for you, even if this does end up being the last time we see each other.”

“I don’t want that,” you said carefully. Then, when Jan gave you a confused look, you added, “I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other. You’re… Really something else.”

Jan smiled gently, that blush returning to the apples of his cheeks. “We need someone like you,” he said. “Someone so passionate, so smart… You’ve been their slave for years and you can talk about how evil this system is from an inside perspective. The revolution needs you, baby.” He moved back to you and tugged you into his arms, and you laughed a little bit. “I need you, baby.”

“To push your communist ideals?” you asked, and Jan nodded sincerely. “I’ll be a figurehead or some shit, then? A pretty little face?”

“The face of the revolution,” Jan added. “You’ll be on our flyers and shit, you can speak at rallies, you can lead protests; Jesus, my heart’s racing just thinking about it.”

You pursed your lips for a second, letting your finger run down Jan’s bare chest, and you said, “That certainly doesn’t sound awful. It’ll give me something to do, now that I’m out of a job.”

“I’m still really sorry about that,” Jan mumbled.

“Oh, you are more than forgiven, babe,” you told him, and you pulled him in for a kiss. “You’ve paid your personal debts.”

“Thank God,” Jan chuckled. “The last thing I need’s more debt.”

“Would you mind getting that beer?” you asked softly.

Jan gave you a sweet smile, and he kissed you once more. “Sure thing,” he said. “We might have some wine too, if that suits you more.”

“Wine at eleven in the morning, after I just got my brains fucked out?” you giggled. “I can get used to this.”

Jan rolled his eyes and got up from the bed, and he hit a switch on his stereo before he left the room. While the volume was low, you could hear angry guitar, and it soothed you a bit; you’d be more concerned if Jan didn’t listen to music like that. You could hear him in the other room, messing about, the tinkling of glasses reaching your ears, and you got up from your place on the bed and carefully looked around the room. There were a ton of pictures taped to the walls, and you let your fingers linger over one of Jan and two other people, raising their fists in rebellious defiance. The second man in the picture was pale with dark hair, and the girl had flaxen-blonde hair. You could see Anna in the girl’s face, and you quickly concluded that this was Anna’s sister Jule with her boyfriend Peter. The ultra-seriousness etched on Jan’s face made you laugh a bit, and you stepped to the side and saw, on the overflowing desk, several crumpled and wrinkled pieces of paper. They looked as if they had been jammed in a printer and forcefully tugged free, and you couldn’t help your curiosity when you saw thick black letters on the page.

It was only the top line of what was obviously a full message, and the bottom of the letters was smudged and streaked from the wrestle with the printer, but you could manage to decode the three words as “die fetten jahre”. You knew that it directly meant “your fat years”, but it was too… Familiar. You had heard that before.

You didn’t even hear Jan come back into the room, and you were only aware of his presence when his arms wrapped around your waist. “What’re you looking at, pretty baby?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Your days of plenty are numbered,” you said plainly. You looked at Jan, just a bit startled, and you said, “You and Peter and Jule. It’s you; you’re The Edukators.”

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dailybruhl · 3 years

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"For all revolutions, one thing is clear -- even if some didn't work, the most important thing is that the best ideas survived. The same goes for personal revolts. What turns out good, what survives in you, that makes you stronger."

DANIEL BRÜHL starring as JAN in 'Die fetten Jahre sind vorbei' / 'The Edukators' (2004)

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rumblelibrary · 2 years

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Love languages of Daniel Brühl characters, go!

Baron Helmut Zemo

His act of love is a lot of expensive gifts. You might ask for them or not, but he will always deliver. Big, small or gigantic. Nothing is too much for you. You keep telling him that is not necessary, but he can’t stop. He is a man with lots of enemies and he gains calm from the idea that you will be safe and in a luxurious environment if he ever needs to be forced away from you.

Andrea Marowski

He is an old school romantic: flowers and composing songs for you. He likes to be old fashioned. He liked you to come back to a house full of beautiful flowers with their soft scents. But his true nature comes out from acts of service, he will always want to help you, to come around and solve something for you.

Dr Laszlo Kreizler

He always showed love with gifts and expensive dates and dinners. To all his friends and extended family he is the one that always goes over the top. It is a part of him that you try to balance because you don’t need to be paid or thanked to spend time with him even if he feels that way. That is his way of doing, so you will accept it but maybe piloting his choices to make sure it becomes something to enjoy together.

Jan

This man is a mess with words, not like Sebastian that has the magic quality of making anything sound like an insult, but he can make anything sound like philosophy. His love for you his a mantra, an idea, a law. He is so articulate and when he talks about his feelings for you or the way he sees your future you often wonder if you’re even real. He loves you so much, it is almost religious.

Sebastian Zöllner

Sex is his love language, but also touching you in general. He can be massy with words. He always ends up saying things wrong or at the wrong time. While when you’re in bed he is quiet and let’s his actions speak louder than words. Also holding hands, massages, even impromptu sexy time. To be able to touch you is his luxury. If he was a little bit more proud of his artworks he would show all the ones he did for you.

Niki Lauda

Vacations, offline time, evenings with no phones around somewhere even just in your living room.

He knows he is a really busy man, he is always on schedule with test drives and travels and so on.

So to have undivided time is his most caring act, it is his way to tell you: I am here for you, I want to be with you.

Ernst Schmidt

His love language is words, words said or written to you on a screen to tell you how much he loves you. He is a very fiery temperament, but he is vocal on things and the same is with you. He is also your biggest cheerleader, a reasonable mind to interact with. He always has time to be your partner, he always has time to listen to you.

Tony Balerdi

He has a lot of money and always makes the best gifts, but his act of love comes from quality time. To take a day off the restaurant or two, to go away. To be with you and have a late and quiet breakfast, to not have to worry about anything else but to stay close to you. That’s what opens his heart. He is all for his job, he loves it but he loves even more how you can be his everything.

Iván Pelayo

He says it out loud. He loves you, you’re his, no excuses, no moving around the topic. He will shout it at the microphone after a show, point at you as he performs, dedicate every love song to you. He will talk to his family about you, bring you to every family meeting, always referring to you lovingly but also showing people you’re his from people close to him to the waiter at the restaurant.

Alex Kerner

Tapes. Endless pictures and tapes of your time together. He makes albums, videos and anything that narrates your story together. He will send you pics of your last vacation together when he knows you’re sad. He will give out of his way to make sure you’re okay, that you have everything you need and he is always there to help. Sometimes even at his own loss.

#baron helmut zemo #andrea marowski #alex kerner #jan weingartner #jan the edukators #dr laszlo kreizler #laszlo kreizler #tony balerdi #sebastian zöllner #ernst schmidt #iván pelayo #niki lauda #niki lauda rush 2013 #Daniel Brühl characters #daniel bruhl #daniel bruehl

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theartbooshlr · 3 years

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Enjoying the Making Of of The Edukators tonight.

#the edukators #jan weingartner #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #the most important job on set #reminds me of the bts scenes of David Tennant on the set of Doctor Who #sorry for the bad quality I was literally just filming my laptop screen #this movie is everything #sorry about the shaking that's part of the Making Of not me #comfort movie #die fetten jahre sind vorbei #the edukators bts

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opa-nikko · 3 years

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He's pure meme material

#daniel brühl #no regrets #jan weingartner #the edukators #Et si on vivait tous ensemble?#daniel bruhl #nichts bereuen

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daniel-bruhhl · 2 years

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I think as a whole we don’t talk about Jan enough and that’s a damn crime bc he is the perfect man

#like #first off he’s gorgeous #secondly he’s a revolutionary #third….. the biggest bde ever #he’s a damn dreamboat #jan weingartner #the edukators #daniel brühl

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thesunflowersutra · 3 years

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Hi, hope you’re having a wonderful day! I saw that you take requests and I wanted to throw one out there to see if it catches your fancy. Something with Jan and a Robin Hood style reader (GN! or female/whatever you’d like) where they go to hit the same house on the same night and have a little meet-cute? Only if you’d like of course. 💜

words are poisoned darts of pleasure | Jan x GN!Reader

Notes: Oh, this is embarassing. I am SO SORRY for taking so long to answer this but you know, when the muse leaves us alone, no words can be written. I hope you enjoy this little piece and thank you so much for requesting! <3 (feel free to request anything, anytime!) Warnings: -

Breaking into a mansion in one of Berlin's wealthiest neighborhoods had come up in the middle of a bet where you and your friends were clearly too drunk to face the implications and possible consequences of your actions and, at that point, it had sounded fun enough to try. What you didn't expect, however, was that after the card game that culminated in your defeat, you would be the one to break in and bring back some souvenir of that adventure to the winners. Meanwhile, you had some other plans. If you were going to put yourself at risk like that, let it be for something that was worth it.

One of your friends, Alice, knew a perfect victim. Her roommate came from a wealthy family and it was rumored that her family was involved in political scandals that directly affected the local income distribution. It was not a secret that you had some leanings towards radicalism to anyone but, for all intents and purposes, they had nothing against you. The owners of the house were traveling during the summer vacations and the house would be empty. It was the perfect chance to honor the bet and to do some good.

Your hands broke into a cold sweat as you walked through the shadows of the mansion's long lawn - the dark clothes made it easy to camouflage yourself in place, and although your mind was now beginning to see the implications of what you were doing, your pride would not allow you to turn back now. You would go all the way - after all, there was something bigger at stake.

Your plan was simple. Get some evidence of the embezzlement that the owner of the house was doing and, if you were lucky, some money - not for you, of course, but to help some of the communities affected by said embezzlement. It seemed like a fair thing to do, and if you were lucky, you could take that evidence forward. At that moment, your optimism and your need to do the right thing affected your vision and perception of things - enough so that the blue van parked across the street went completely unnoticed.

When your gloved hand landed on the doorknob of the back door, the door opened easily, causing you to frown, somewhat suspiciously. Your instincts screamed at you to leave the place, feeling that you had been set up and the owners of the house were just waiting for you. However, your pride spoke louder, and after a heavy sigh, you made your way inside the house.

Although you weren't an expert on interior design or the trends that permeated the high society scene, something told you that the house looked... odd. The furniture looked meticulously disorganized, out of place. Bath towels were scattered everywhere, a giant plush dinosaur sat in an elegant Louis XVI-style armchair, and porcelain dolls posed in indecent poses. All that redecoration would be comical if you didn't know what it was all about.

It was in all the Berlin newspapers. The Edukators - that's what the press and the police called them, with their raids and notes to their victims. The coincidence of ending up in that house just when they were there was simply absurd. You felt a chill run through your veins, and as you returned the note the breakers had left on the family's dining room table, preparing to get out of there before they found you, you could hear footsteps approaching.

"Oh, look what have we here...," a male voice echoed in the empty room, attracting your attention. The dark balaclava covered the features of the person of medium height and similarly black clothing. "I suppose we are not the only ones who have come to enjoy ourselves tonight”. It didn't take long for a second man to join the other, watching you with a certain curiosity. He, a little shorter than the first, did not let the difference in stature make him any less intimidating - or maybe it was just your fear of the unknown speaking louder. They certainly had a reputation and, judging by what the news were saying about them, they weren’t violent or common burglars. There was something else about their actions. As an offer of peace, you raised both of your hands, showing that you were unarmed. That made both of the man laugh and they took off their balaclavas, showing young faces that probably were around your own age. You noticed too that they were pretty - the smaller one, however, had a certain charm with the little moles adorning his face and a short beard. “I am here to find some documents. This family is involved in some schemes and I want to report them”, you admitted, kinda pathetically. However, you received nods from both of them. “Yeah, we know, that’s why we chose their house”, the taller one offered, putting his balaclava on again. “Look, we don’t you two go look for whatever proof you can find about it and I’ll keep an eye on the front door?”, he offered, to which the smaller one noded, not bothering putting his balaclava on as well. You followed him upstairs to the owner’s office, noticing that the first floor wasn’t the only space that they redecorated. Some random objects were misplaced, stickers and markers were used on the paintings on the walls and photographs. You wanted to laugh about it but the man was guiding you with firm steps towards the office’s door. “Here, we can look through his drawers and see if we can find something”, the man said to which you nodded, following him inside the office slightly surprised with how easily they both accepted to help you. Even though you knew that you were both on the same side - to help people, to make that man pay for his mistakes -, you also knew that they had all the reasons to doubt your intentions. However, the guy who was with you didn’t showed any remorse on helping you. Actually, as soon as you got into the office, he closed the door and went searching just like he said he would - and you, following his guidelines, started searching as well, falling both into a silence filled with the sounds of papers being moved by your hands. It didn’t take too long for the man to break the silence again. “Why… why are you doing this? You don’t look like someone who was affected by him. You are… too calm”, he started, making you laugh. At that moment, Jan could swear that your laugh was the prettiest sound he’d ever heard. “That’s… very kind of you, I guess. And you are right. I am not affected by it. I’m a college student, I got a job, I am… living. But I am also tired of seeing people like him getting away with their crimes. It’s not fair that they have a mansion, many cars and a fridge full of food while others are struggling to keep him rich, ya know?”, you said, still looking through the papers - if you had looked up, you’d probably meet Jan smiling at you. “Yeah, I know. I wasn’t expecting this from someone else, though. People think that what we do is too radical”, he said, pulling a paper folder from the drawer. “Here you go”, he said, giving you the folder. You went through the contents of it with a small smile. “This will do…”, you smiled. “Now we should probably go back to your friend”, you said, trying too hard not to keep looking into those brown passionate eyes, afraid of falling for them. You didn’t knew much about the guy - not even his first name, for Goodness sake!, but you knew that if you got too close, you’d probably fall into whatever revolution he was trying to make. You two got back to the living room downstairs, finding Peter very busy finishing his masterpiece - another giant plushie, now a bear one, hanging itself by the chandelier. “Found what you needed?”, he asked, looking at the both of you. Jan nodded. “Well, I’ll meet the two of you outside. Try not to catch too much attention while I get the alarms back on”, he said and you two followed, walking fast to the sidewalk. “So… I suppose this is not a casual friday for you, eh?”, you asked. Jan smiled a little shy. “Well… more like a night shift, you can say…”, he answered, visibly embarassed. “Hey, don’t get shy about it. It’s a good thing. What you two are doing. Making these bastards feel a little scared”, you said, smiling at him - and he smiled back at you, those brown eyes shining under the stars. "Jan, we have to go. It’s almost dawn", the second guy returned to the sidewalk, interrupting you both with a certain curiosity at the friendly scene that was unfolding and a certain suspicion. The other - Jan, now you knew -, nodded to the other, turning his attention to you again. For a few moments, he thought of offering you a ride home but even himself knew that they were playing too much with the luck at that point. "Well, it was nice to meet you. I hope we'll bump into each other again, baby," he said with a short, shy smile and a wink that you knew that probably came from the other’s advice on flirting than from the boy in front of you himself, before getting into the blue van parked across the street, leaving you there, alone in the middle of the night.

There was a certain hope inside you - short but nevertheless real -, that your paths would cross again.

#jan x reader #jan x you #the edukators #die fetten jahre sind vorbei #jan #daniel brühl #jan weingartner

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potentialproblem01 · 3 years

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Minor Acts- a Jan/male reader fic

For @thesunflowersutra You wanted some fic, I have delivered. A week late but who’s counting.

Also posted on my AO3 if you prefer to read it there, mark for later, etc, whatever.

Minor Acts- 1.6k E-rated pwp smut

Jan looks at you over the cherry of his burning smoke. You'd been planning this for a while now, pouring out papers and schematics across the floor of his room. The work was finally coming to fruition.

Tension had been growing since you’d levered yourself off the floor earlier that day, nearly slipping on a stray paper before hauling Jan up too, ending up pulling him into your space. There'd been the hum of tension and anticipation as you packed bags and gathered supplies.

The plan was solid and it worked. The two of you watched the bomb go off from across the bay hidden by the night and old ocean-swept trees and distance. Coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other behind matching smiles watching the flames catch, shockwaves echoing across the water. The collapse of the human anaesthetic of TV.

You turn to him, euphoria of a well executed plan simmering and transforming into something a little more wild and further untamed; less satisfaction and more hunger. The discipline of the fight slinking out of you as you catch his eye, trailing over his nose and his scruff.

He sees you looking and like always, it’s a battle of who gives in first. You chuck your cigarette aside.

You’re never really sure who wins or loses these games but you lean in first, catching his bottom lip. The night stretches unlimited by possibility as you push him over on the blanket, climbing on top and sitting across his hips as you feel his interest start to grow. He can feel yours assuredly as you press him down, ribcages preventing you from getting closer.

The wind had died down from the day and the peace of starlight and calm water tempers the flare of need you have despite the carnage across the bay. You go slow, enjoying his taste; nicotine and the sweet remnants of the joint from earlier, cheap wine from lunch, the salt and freedom of the sea.

He gets his hand under your shirt, trailing over your abs and toying with the band of your jeans. His eyes glitter in the dark, full of mischief with the promise of indecent misconduct. His hands move back up, across the thin lower ribs and brushing against your nipples as they push up, encouraging you to lift your arms and discard your t-shirt. The worn out cotton lands in the grass and you move your hands back down to him, getting one hand in the longer hair on top of his head and a forearm to the side to keep from smothering him. His arms come around your middle, digging into the soft muscles of your back.

You give him another kiss before peppering his face with them: cupid's bow, tip of his nose before dropping them across his beard line. He lets out a soft sigh and grinds up against your ass, using his grip around you to lift himself into you, being his usual needy self. You press down with your hips, angles of your bones clicking with his, your arousal trapped between you. He still struggles with trying to create some friction but you don’t let him.

You latch onto his neck, nibbling and sucking to bruise, pulling his head back to give you space to work. Torturing him when he so clearly needs you. You pull on his hair a little more, not to hurt but to tell him to behave.

You sit back and pull him up a little, letting go to get his shirt off too. His rough skin tastes like the sea as you lick at him. Down over the soft swell of his pec to lavish his nipple in reward for a job well done today. He mewls so pretty, soft chest fuzz sliding against your afternoon coarseness.

You nose along his skin before crossing over to the other side, giving the same reward to the other nipple. He moves his hands to your hair, dragging fingers across the shorn velvet part at the base of your skull before tugging on the longer strands. You resist his insistence to hurry as you back down his body, savoring his impatience as you kiss down his linea alba, playing with the hair there.

You hook your fingers into his waistband, sliding them around to undo the button and pull them down and off. You stand up to shuck your own jeans off too, reaching for the backpack. He props himself up, watching you halo orange in the firelight. The night air is cooling you faster than the draining remnants of danger.

You packed the lube in the side pouch.

You settle back between his legs popping the cap and squeezing the cool liquid across your fingers. Tracing down the seam, pressing the soft skin before skipping down and pressing gently into his hole. He’s still a little open from the morning and your finger sinks in so easy. He’s wiggling, begging for another and you oblige; he did so good today, he’s earned it.

You dip in a second finger, pushing at the heat of his ring before hooking up and pressing gently at his prostate. He lets out a soft shout, not prepared for you to get to him so quickly. You usually take your time, but you have no patience for that tonight as your work burns behind you. There’s something driving you to skip the foreplay and get right to being close, like a final closure to the plan. Like spending the stolen cash. Like hanging the stolen art.

The papers in the morning will speculate about an accident but the evening editions will display the note he left about TV being the opiate of the masses on the front page.

You dip in a third finger, pulling at his ring teasing and lilting. Feathery touches to his thighs and the cut of his hip bones. He’s a squirming mess beneath you, so beautiful in the dark and smelling like the remnants of plastic explosives.

You withdraw your fingers and pull him in by the hips, grabbing the lube again and drizzling some over your cock before spreading it over yourself. You grab his hips to line yourself up before pulling him up your thighs to get close enough. You angle his hips with one hand and guide yourself to his hole with the other before pushing in, the resistance light as you enter him.

His face makes the most exquisite scrunch as you stretch him open again. You fit yourself in and let go of his hips to drag a slick hand up his stomach, lube sticking to his happy trail. You tweak a nipple before leaning in to steal a kiss. He kisses back with a whimper, chasing your lips as you pull away and grip his waist.

You thrust slow and sure, his heat incredible in the night air and you want this to last.

His skin is warm against you, sticky with the ambient salt, his hair stiff with it. When you run your hand through the strands, they stick out in every direction, softening him in your eyes. Here, under you, he’s hardly just a hard-eyed revolutionary, he’s one of the most beautiful people and minds you’ve ever met. You’re pretty sure the image of him spread on your cock as a satellite station burns behind you casting long orange shadows across the salted bay will stay with you forever.

You keep thrusting in with easy and slow strokes until he looks so fragile he might cry. You like when he cries but now is hardly the place to put him back together after. You pick up the pace, changing the angle by getting further under him.

He soon starts to shake, tightening around you. You’re not near enough to the edge to come at the same time but you think you’ll have plenty of chances to synchronize in other aftermaths. With another drag across his prostate, he’s coming, ropes painting his stomach and reaching up his chest. Some hitting you. In his blissed out state, you fuck into him with abandon, seeking your own release until you find it burning through your core and burying deep inside him.

You stay there, buried in him, panting. He’s starting to come down to earth himself, looking at you with hazy brown eyes. Your breaths eventually even and a calm settles over your little beachy cliff. The stars are obscured now by the smoke and light of the flames but you can feel them up there, twinkling away because everything is as it should be.

You pull out of him, cock soft and wet with lube and come. You back away to wipe off with the edge of a blanket and lean in to look as your come dribbles out of his ass. It’s one of your favorite sights. You plant a kiss on both his thighs, licking up some of his cooling come before wiping the rest away with the blanket too.

He lets out this beautiful sigh and you know he’s about to pass out. You’re safe for now. Content. Something bordering happiness crawling up the base of your brain stem. You hate to think it’s love but if the bomb detonates...

He falls asleep after he comes like he usually does, exactly in the position you left him in. His arms are splayed on the blanket, legs pushed out from his hips where you cleaned him off.

You let him sleep for a while. The sirens have only just started blaring, red and blue lights not yet flashing across the water. He’s gorgeous when he sleeps, looking much less angry with the world. He’ll have another idea when he wakes but for now you bask in the heat of the flames and his love. Tomorrow will be another plan.

After all, what’s a minor act of terrorism between lovers?

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