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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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rockstar!jean loves having you as his assistant. Not just because you’re so efficient and hard working but you’re an absolute sight for sore eyes. The prettiest thing he’s ever seen with a shy and bashful personality…it’s so cute how nervous you get around him, despite the fact you’ve been working for Mr. Kirschtein for three years. It really doesn’t help matters any when he tries to hold a conversation with you and all you can do is keep staring at the ground, stuttering over yourself..it only makes him want to tease you more! “You’re a big girl, aren’t you? Use your words, beautiful. Can’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.” Just making the most normal of conversations sound so sensual and sexy. You’ll be sitting in on some of his practice sessions, watching him grip the neck of that guitar and strum his tattooed fingers along the strings..having thoughts no employee should about their boss. “You like the new song or you just wanna watch me play? Maybe I could teach you sometime.” You could always get lost in thought about him or gazing at that handsome face. Catching him as he comes fresh from a workout; towel draped over his broad shoulders, sweat slicking his tanned skin and his body sculpted from the intense exercises.

a stark comparison to your curvaceous figure; pudgy tummy protruding from your skirt and big, supple breasts perched in a top that’s stretching out far too tight. He can’t help but notice your thighs ripping those stockings underneath them and he’s trying his hardest to remain respectful but he’s definitely getting some ideas of his own. Perspiring and not just from the fifty push-ups. “H-hi, Mr. Kirschtein. I just needed you to sign this for me, please.” Those doe, brown eyes hiding behind round, wire framed glasses and those plump, pouty lips stained with gloss as you mumbled to him. Big, bouffant kinky curls accenting those adorable features including those chubby cheeks he loves. He’s trying not to stare too hard but damnit, you just turn him on so much. Swallowing a hard gulp, he tries to play it cool and grasps the clipboard with said paperwork. “C’mon, (y/n). We’re not strangers..you can call me Jean, y’know? We’ve been working together for three years. I thought we were friends.” “I knowww, but I just don’t feel right, sir.” And honey, does he exploit that little habit of yours. Thinking it’s so cute how you address him. So it comes as no surprise when it’s later in the evening and you’re getting ready to leave for the night that you just so happen to catch the infamous J. Kirschtein leaving a hot, warm, steamy shower..draped in nothing more than a towel that he’s in the midst of unwrapping when you come to ask him one more question. It falls to the floor from the shock and you catch a glimpse..no! An eyeful of what he’s got to offer. “I—I am so sorry, Mr. Kirschtein!” And it’s then that Jean tells you come closer and lock the door because he can answer what you need to know and then some..you’re staring holes through him, admiring every chiseled muscle, every inch of that Adonis like figure and especially…..that!..and you’re practically salivating until he snaps you out of thought with a hand underneath that chin.

“Nothing to apologize for, gorgeous..I mean. I won’t tell if you won’t..”

if you could be completely and totally honest, you had dreamed of a moment like this; where fate would intervene and give you two the opportunity to be alone in such an intimate setting. He can see you squeezing your legs together..more than likely feigning off the twitching and thumping sensations between your thighs. That short little frame underneath him as he places an arm on the wall. If you revealed your salacious, nasty thoughts of what you wanted the famed rocker to do to you, including being hoisted up midair in his arms as he fucks up into you or wetting up his beard as you ride on his tongue, you’d probably be fired….if it were anyone else, of course! But something told you that you didn’t have much to worry about with Jean. In fact, he had a bit of a confession himself.

“You promise?”

“Of course, pretty girl. I mean, if I’m being honest..I’ve wanted you for the longest. If you couldn’t tell..”

and boy, could you tell. Especially when he so delicately nips at the tiny buttons on your shirt that are already about to burst. One more and those juicy, round titties will come spilling out. You’re so stacked and curvy just from the front..heavens knows what he’ll do when you turn around. He inches closer, grazing your inner thigh with that thick cock as you part your legs a bit more and massage his face. He can’t take it when you stare at him all cute like that. “Is it okay if I kiss you?…” gently questioning; hovering only an inch away from your lips and he gets his answer when you cup his cheeks and shove your tongue into his mouth! You’re sloppily kissing him..rutting that little clothed slit against his tip. He can tell just how desperate you are, whimpering and whining as you continue to make out. Your body’s been craving this for so long, you’re so needy and desperate for the touch of someone who can handle you. That much apparent by the stark size difference of you two. Finally bridging the space between your bodies, Jean would slightly lift you up along with the hem of that skirt. It didn’t take long for him to disrobe you down to those very thin fishnets and platform heels that made your legs look amazing.. ripping open the front of that top and eventually tossing you to the bed.

“Mr. Kirschtein, are you sure this is okay?” He couldn’t help but to laugh as he so casually pinned your legs back and snaked that pierced tongue out to run along your thighs. Never in his life did he answer to anyone and he damn sure wasn’t about to now. Besides, he was certain your doubts would fade once he spread that pretty pussy and allows that metal ball glide over your clit. Before you know it, he’s sucking gently on those folds and taking in that delicate, sweet flavor. Those same digits you’d watch and obsess over as they played some of your favorite tunes, played around with your sensitive little cunt. Watching it leak and cream all over his black fingernails and silver bands. “You tell me, pretty girl. Do you really want me to stop?” Peaking up at you over that pudgy little tummy as he rested his forehead against it. “N-no sir!” Which brings forth another toothy smile on that sexy face. He loves how submissive yet needy you are for him! Whimpering and covering your eyes but continuing to rut into his mouth..riding his tongue and creaming all the same..those big, juicy tits bouncing around and those swollen nipples erect from the pleasure and cool air. “Ahhh!—fuck..” “Look at you..cant believe I actually made you cuss. Feel that good, huh?” The same ones he’d stuff in his mouth when he finally moved up to kiss you once more and stuff you full of that stiff cock. Right after tapping it against you just to test the reaction you’d have to him. You were so wet..drenching him in slick before he even slid in. “Can I put it in? C’mon, let me hear you say it, baby..can I fuck you?” The two of you would meet and become one upon your explicit consent; lips melting once more as your arms coiled his neck and legs around his waist. Your answer was as clear as any. Not only did you want him to fuck you but not pull out anytime soon. You wanted to feel every inch…for all the nights you had lied in bed, daydreaming and touching yourself with thoughts of your boss plaguing your mind. “S-shit! You’re so tight, pretty girl. Never knew you’d feel this good.” A couple strokes in and he had you clawing into his back. And you? He’d never felt such warmth before. It were as if he were in heaven. Your flesh clashed, smacking against one another in a passionate haze. “Right there, sir! Don’t stop, please…”

that sweet voice crying out to him and he couldn’t dare quit when you begged him like this! “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want…you can have this dick all night.” Listening to him moan and grunt in your ear as he fed you those deep strokes. In a way, you felt it couldn’t be real because there was no way you were his type but in his mind? You were all but created for him. And he’d prove it by making love to you all night…going rounds and taking you beyond your limits; from putting you in a full mating press, a full nelson to truly test that strength of his and even leaning you over the side of his bed; arms stretched back and balanced on nothing more than those heels as he gave you backshots. Drumming orgasm after orgasm out of each other until you both collapsed in one another’s arms.

He’d look over to see you trembling, breathless and in tears..not out of pain but from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. He was so happy to have shared this experience with you and never wanted this night to end. “Hey, you alright?” “Never been better..thank you sir.”

and he hoped that you’d always be by his side. For work or otherwise..

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jeanmarcoroni · 6 months

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maybe it means something more that Marco wasn't in the smoke. given that Jean viewed the smoke with Connie, of course it's Sasha that they both see. we ALL know Marco was missing in that scene, and that could be intentional. i think there's a greater theme to those characters seen in the smoke, and Marco doesn't fit that theme. seeing Marco is so personal to Jean.

instead of seeing Marco once in that smoke, Jean sees Marco every day.

#spoilers #snk last episode spoilers #jeanmarco #jean kirchstein #marco bodt #attack on titan #text post #admin speaks #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirstein #marco bott #marco x jean #jean x marco #aot #snk #aot last episode spoilers #snk spoiler #aot spoiler

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ilyluffy · 2 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 || 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: while working at a daycare you really shouldn’t be getting to close with any of the parents but single dad jean kirstein is just a little too difficult to resist

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dilf!jean kirstein x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut/modern au (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age gap (jean is in is 30s and reader is in their 20s), daycare teacher!reader, dom!jean, petnames (princess, sweetheart, darling), daddy kink, fingering, finger sucking, cum eating, vaginal sex, dacryphilia, size kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, praise, overstimulation, creampie

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k+

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓, 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒. you did like all the kids but you couldn’t help but have a soft spot for jean’s daughter. she was just so adorable and well mannered. it was obvious that she got it all from her daddy, who was so polite to you when he came to pick up his darling child.

at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel bad for the little girl. it was no secret to you that her parents were separated. at first it came to you as a shock because of how sweet and handsome the father was but it started to make sense when the girl’s mother picked her up from daycare the first time.

the woman came across to you as cold and closed off. she was quite blunt with you whenever it was her turn to have her daughter. it quickly became clear to you that perhaps jean wasn’t the issue in their past marriage. still, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

maybe it was the little crush you developed on jean talking, but a man such as that deserved better. his daughter deserved better. it was wrong for you to think these things, you knew that. truly it was none of your business but sometimes you wished you could make it better for both parties that you adored.

well maybe you could. the possibility arose when jean called your daycare to inform you that his daughter wouldn’t be there today. she was sick. the entire day you were worried out of your mind over the girl you were so fond of. so worried that once all the other children got picked up at the end of the day, you decided to pay mr kirstein a visit.

his address was in your logs and it wasn’t too far from your own place so it was no trouble driving there. yes, you could have just called to ask about his daughter’s condition but you wanted to go over and above by dropping off some soup. at least that was the excuse you planned to use.

soon after arriving at the residence and knocking on the door you’re greeted by jean himself. the man, who’s older than you by about ten years, appears a little surprised by your presence but eventually smiles back at you anyway.

“i’m sorry to show up all of a sudden but i wanted to check in on your daughter. brought soup for that cold of hers” you explain as you shift your weight nervously on jean’s front porch.

“oh well she’s actually not here” jean, rubs the back of your neck. “i just dropped her off with her mother”. your cheeks start to feel hot with embarrassment but jean’s quick to reassure you. “but that’s really nice of you, sweetheart. come on in. it’s cold out”.

and that’s how you end up stepping into the man’s house. you already thought jean was handsome but sitting down on his sofa with him to talk for a bit, somehow he looks even more attractive in this light. it’s a shameful thing for you to think about while you’re supposed to be checking on his daughter’s condition but it can’t be helped.

luckily you’re not the only individual with wandering thoughts. at the same time you were admiring jean he was admiring you. he’s thought you were cute since the first day he let you take his child into your care. on top of that you were so good with his daughter. you were what a proper mother should be.

you’re not quite sure how it happened. one second you were chatting about his daughter, then his troubles with his ex wife, and then you’re underneath jean on his sofa. he’s kissing your neck and tugging your clothes off like a pro.

“so pretty” jean mumbles against your skin. “gonna be a good little princess for me, yeah?”.

this is where you should put a stop to things, tell jean to stop. you should be putting back on your clothes that've been tossed across the room and get out of there but you can’t. deep down you’ve been fantasizing about this for far too long. so when jean sucks your nipple into your mouth you nod.

“y-yes sir” your breath hitches as jean let’s go of your perky bud with an obnoxious pop.

“sir?” he quirked an eyebrow as king of his long fingers runs along your folds. “no, no, no. call me daddy, sweetheart”.

moaning at his requested title, you almost clamp your legs shut when jean pushes two of his fingers inside. that just won’t do. instantly jean pushing your thighs apart so he can properly pump his digits into your soaking cunt.

you’re squirming and moaning underneath him until jean suddenly removes his fingers. tapping his now wet middle and index fingers against your bottom lip, jean slides then on to your tongue the moment you open your mouth for him. “that’s it” jean coos, as you clean your own slick off his fingers. “ready for daddy’s cock, darling?”.

“please, daddy” you practically whimper.

the pathetic desperate look on your face is enough to make jean groan. instantly he’s unclasping his belt and pulling his cock out of its confines. the moment you lay your eyes on it a shiver runs up your spine. the fact that jean was so tall and had such broad shoulders should have been a clue to his size but now that it’s staring you straight in the face… you may be in over your head.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?” jean chuckles when he sees your expression. “still think you can take me? i think you can. don’t worry, daddy will take it slow”.

you need him too bad to refuse. watching jean give his girth a few strokes, you try to grip on to whatever you can as his fat head begins to tease your entrance. your breath gets caught in your throat the moment he pushes himself inside. “too big, too big!” you repeat, tears prickling in your eyes at the stretch.

jean simply kisses away your tears, not stopping his efforts to stuff you full. “doing so well for daddy. know you can handle it” he encourages, large hands landing on your hips to stop you from trying to run away from him.

curses fall from jean’s lips as he watches your tiny pussy slowly swallow all he had to offer. just watching that bulge start to form in your stomach makes him feel like he’s gonna cum like a virgin. “so fucking perfect” he grits his teeth when he finally bottoms out. “gonna fill you up like you deserve”.

your heart pitter patters nervously when he starts to pull out but any anxieties you have vanish when he slams back in. the loud moan that echoes from you is almost unrecognizable. you’re not sure what to do with your hands as jean sets his pace so you just end up clawing at his back.

feeling your nails against his skin eggs him on even more. “you feel that? feel how deep i am?” jean grunts. “my cums gonna go right there” he says, pointing at where you can see his cock poking out in your tummy.

“want it, daddy. please” you babble, head feeling fuzzy at the idea of this man cum seeping out of you.

“daddy’s gonna give it to you. don’t you worry your pretty little head” he half chuckles, half moans. “gonna breed this pretty pussy. what do you say? be my daughter's other mommy?”.

your brain is too fucked out for you to process what you’re agreeing to. all you know is that you want him. you want to be his. so you nod your head at his question. a pleased grin spreads across jean’s face.

“knew you would. gonna make you mine” he says, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder so he can deepen his thrusts even more.

his strokes prove to be too much for you. and when his tips rams against your special spongy spot, you're through. head sinking into the couch cushion, you cum on his length with a mewl. seeing that creamy ring appear around his dick makes jean groan but he’s not finished. he abuses your quivering pussy until his time comes.

“milk this cock, baby. fuck, milk it” he moans, his heavy balls emptying their seed inside your overstimulated hole. with his promise kept, jean gives you a few more lazy pumps before he pulls out of you entirely. “knew you’d be amazing and you were” jean praises. “stay the night, princess. i’ll take good care of you”.

and you do stay the night and you come over again the night after, and the night after that. before long it’s like you never leave except when you have to go to work. when you are at the daycare you run into jean’s ex wife. she’s as cold as ever toward you now but 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘.

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mommypieck · 1 year

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thinking about jean's massive breeding kink 😳

his eyes screw shut when he finally sinks into your warm pussy. he feels ashamed at the thoughts of happy families he saw during the day. he knows he shouldn't be thinking about it now. but the way your pussy sucks him in makes him wanna breed you over and over until you get pregnant.

his hand presses down on your stomach, imagining that one day there's going to be his baby. he's so turned on, it hurts. he can feel his balls tighten with every thrust and before he can sense it, he's cumming inside. tears stream down his face, the stimulation too much for him.

"shh baby, one more." he moan before he starts thrusting again. his soft cock is getting hard again and it's painful, but he's motivated to cum inside so many times before he's sure that 9 months later, he's going to be holding your kid in his arms.

#aot smut #aot x reader #attack on titan #snk #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein smut #jean smut #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirschtien #jean kirchstein #jean kirstein x you

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azulmarina3 · 6 months

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#jeankasa #jean kirstein #mikasa ackerman #aot fanart #jeanmika #snk #jean kirchstein

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marcobodtseye · 1 month

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Quick and lazy school castes jeanmarco

#attack on titan #marco bodt #jean kirstein #Marco bott #jean kirchstein #aot #jeanmarco #school castes au #shingeki no kyojin #snk #nix art #they’re dorks

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beautyisinkonpaper · 9 days

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Reijean Smut Headcanons

this is a VERY 18+ post, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT!!!!

all takes place post-rumbling, established relationship

jean tops for the first time, very slow and soft, full of feeling. reiner sees stars when jean cums inside, spilling all over his own abdomen and chest. jean kisses his way up reiner's body, licking and sucking him clean. they make out for a bit in bed, until the hilarity of it all causes them both to start giggling

the second time, jean starts off riding reiner, being an absolute tease, slowly raising and lowering until reiner gives into his indulgences and turns them over, fucking jean hard. it's here that reiner's obsession with jean's noises starts, because jean whimpers in a way that makes reiner go feral

the third time, jean uses that to his advantage, moaning filthily so reiner fucks him rough and deep.

the fourth time, reiner asks very shyly if jean can top him again. jean's holding himself back, and reiner can tell, so he pulls jean down into a wet open mouth kiss and slides their tongues together. "fuck me like you mean it," reiner says, and jean does.

if jean's the type to make lewd sounds during sex, reiner's a talker. he loves dirty talk, feeding into jean's ego by complimenting him, and describing all the nasty things he loves doing to jean. when he's on the bottom, he turns into an incoherent babbling mess of a man, and jean delights in the knowledge that he's the one doing this to reiner.

reiner chokes on his coffee the first time jean calls him a good boy, as a joke. it gets incorporated into sex shortly after.

the only time they stop in the middle of sex is when reiner's on his knees giving jean a blowjob, and jokes "i've had a gun in my mouth before, this is much more pleasant," when he comes up for air. Jean stops them right there because he's so worried about reiner. he makes them warm tea and reiner cries telling the story.

They have a lot of soft sex too, once the initial thrill calms down. That's not to say the wild rough-fucking goes away. they both decide very certainly that they would like to live somewhere without neighbors, so reiner can make jean scream.

reiner admits to having a little bit of a pain kink, one day, but jean outright refuses to do anything to hurt reiner, even if it's consensual. reiner melts at that, still overwhelmed by the idea of jean caring about him, and tells jean he loves him so many times they both lose count.

when they do move into that farmhouse, reiner wastes no time getting jean's clothes off and pounding him into the bed. they fall right back into honeymoon phase, having sex once a day at the least, reiner encouraging jean to make as much noise as he wants.

they both find the other's strength very attractive, but jean especially loved being manhandled. his favorite activity is teasing reiner until he loses control, dropping whatever he's doing to fuck jean.

when jean's wants to top, he tilts reiner's head up. They only have a few centimeters height difference, but jean uses it to his advantage.

when reiner wants to top, he pulls on jean's hair and bites at his throat. jean loves how hickeys look on his skin, and he'll flaunt them by wearing very low cut tops (resulting in more marks).

#reijean #reiner braun #jean kirchstein #or #jean kirstein #i love and support the fact that they are soo soft with each other #but they are also in their 20s #jeanrei #reiner x jean #aot #snk #shingeki no kyoujin #attack on titan #aot headcanons #post rumbling #post canon

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captain-hawks · 9 months

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trace the outlines of your dreams

jean kirstein x f!reader

summary: Jean saves you in the midst of a bloody battle, and in the aftermath, you both figure out some important things—the impending end of the world be damned. [set during episode 85]

word count: 4.9k

content: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, best friends to lovers speed run, unrequited love? jk its requited, blood + injuries, protective jean, but UNprotected sex, rough sex, jean's big dick, fingering, praise kink, dry humping, light dom!jean vibes, creampie

In the years that have passed since you first joined the Scout Regiment, you’ve imagined a thousand different ways you might possibly die while bearing the weight of that damned winged insignia on your chest.

A thousand ways you’d go down fighting tooth and nail, bloody and battered but with the knowledge that, at the very least, you’d tried to help make a difference.

But after all this time, you still hadn’t thought you’d make your last stand here of all places: cornered in the narrow space between two looming buildings by three of your former comrades—now Jaegerists—struggling to stand on your own two feet and virtually defenseless.

They advance on you slowly, snickering as your smashed ODM gear refuses to cooperate, not any sort of state to function after how hard you were tackled against the unforgiving brick building mid-air just moments ago. Your gear absorbed a decent amount of the blow, enough for all of the important bits to be irreparably damaged, but not before your head took a hit as well. Warm blood drips down your face, and you blink hard against the wave of dizziness that threatens to overcome your senses.

The futile step you attempt to take backward has you gritting your teeth, ankle barking in pain, protesting that you’re asking any more of it after the impact your legs took when you landed on the dusty gravel. You consider calling out for the others, but you know they’ll never hear you over the chaos of the battle that’s unfolding, the roar of the Titans reverberating deep in the marrow of your bones.

Maybe you’ve finally run out of your share of borrowed time.

The Jaegerists continue to close in on you, snickering at the way you try to steel yourself even in the face of oncoming death, and your mind goes quiet for a moment as you let it settle on one last thought—you hope that if nothing else, Jean lives to see this through to the very end.

He deserves the quiet life he’s always wanted.

“Oh, it’s you.”

A shudder runs down your spine as a voice full of disdain sends your attention careening back to the present.

Floch.

The Jaegerists hastily sidestep as the red-haired man swiftly pushes his way between them, blood that you’re certain doesn’t belong to him smearing across his brow as he runs a hand through his hair and offers you a grin that’s downright feral. With a dismissive wave of his hand, his comrades take their leave back to the roof and into the fray of battle.

“I was upset when I realized that you left me, you know,” he drawls, reaching out to brush his thumb over your jaw.

Your stomach roils, and Floch clicks his tongue when you turn away from his touch, firmly grasping your chin. You can feel the warm, sticky blood his fingers leave in their wake as he continues, “I had a feeling Jean might betray me. But you? How could you?”

The rough feeling of brick digs into your shoulders as he crowds you against the wall of the building, his breath hot against your face.

Floch was always a little too interested in you, even before things really started to go to hell. At least that’s what Jean always grumbled, anyway. So when you finally, briefly, deigned to give him the time of day, if only to help your fellow comrades pull one over on the Jaegerists before making a run for it, you should have known the volatile man would be anything but forgiving when he realized you’d been batting your eyes and swaying your hips to distract him.

“Get your hands off of me, Floch,” you growl, the anger flaring up inside of you at odds with the rapid, terrified beating of your heart.

Floch blatantly ignores you, choosing instead to run a finger over your bottom lip, and the coppery tang of blood seeps into your mouth. You stifle the urge to gag, knowing how badly he wants you to flinch.

“It’s a bit sad…how you’ve always followed Jean like a loyal little lap dog. Waiting and waiting for him to notice you, too fucking stupid to realize he’s obviously in love with Mikasa.”

His words hit you like a slap to the face.

Your knees threaten to give out beneath you under the weight of a truth you know you can’t look away from. Not now that someone’s finally said it out loud.

You really hadn’t thought it would end like this—with a whimper.

“We could have had something, you and I,” he rasps, leaning in so close that his lips nearly brush over yours. “If only you weren’t so busy drooling over Kirstein’s dick.”

“I would have never picked you, Floch. Not now, not ever,” you whisper, eyes boring into his with one last shred of defiance as the world beneath your feet begins to ripple, your body feeling the effects of the blood loss from your head wound.

Something dark flashes in Floch’s eyes. “Kirstein probably won’t even realize you’re gone when I’m done with you. What a shame.”

You suck in a breath as he reaches a hand down to grasp a blade, willing your body to rally just enough strength to surge forward and tackle him. At the very least, you could go down with a fight.

…but when the quiet, familiar whine of a wire and the deliberate crunch of boots along gravel is followed by the one voice that you know the cadence of by heart, you realize that you won’t have to.

“Get your fucking hands off of her.”

A blade gleams at Floch’s neck as Jean Kirstein steps up behind him, your best friend’s eyes burning with rage. You can’t help the sob that rips from your throat when his expression softens ever so slightly when he steals a glance over at you, though his jaw ticks when he notices the smear of blood the other man left behind on your face.

For all Jean’s hesitation about this leg of the mission, his uncertainty about his ability to take the lives of his brainwashed comrades, you know that he’ll kill Floch right here and right now. You can see it in his posture, the utter stillness of his body. The way this entire moment feels utterly frozen in time as Floch realizes it, too.

And even if part of you wants it, wants to live out whatever’s left of what might be your final days knowing that Floch finally got what was coming to him, you know it’s not worth the risk. Not when shouts have begun to ring out from your friends, urging everyone to get to the ship. Not when you know Jean will hold the other man back with his bare hands so you can escape without him, if that’s what it comes down to.

So it’s the subtle shake of your head that determines Jean’s next move, one that doesn’t involve his blade and Floch’s throat. Instead, with nothing but the element of surprise on your side, Floch is blindsided by the foot you drive between his legs with all your might, white-hot pain blooming from your ankle at the impact. The moment that he drops down onto one knee, groaning, is all that Jean needs to pull you to him.

“Jean,” you choke out, his name caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob as you collapse into him and fist your hands in his shirt, clinging to him like a lifeline.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, protectively wrapping one arm around you as he engages his ODM gear and carries you both toward the docks. And despite all of the chaos unraveling all around you, you swear that you can feel Jean’s heart pounding in his chest just as hard as your own.

The next few hours after you set off to sea are a blur, your body still shaking with adrenaline as various sets of hands examine your injuries. Everything feels a little fuzzy around the edges, and the most you can really register is the warm press of Jean against you all the while and the tickle of his hair along your cheek each time he growls at someone to be gentle when you groan in pain as they clean and dress your wounds.

It’s dark out when you finally come to, the fog in your mind parting as you wake up to find your limbs tangled in a scratchy wool blanket. You sit up, the thin mattress creaking beneath you, and rub at your eyes as they adjust to the dim lighting in the room. A small lantern sits perched on a table nearby, illuminating a cup that you can only hope contains water. Exhaling a quiet sigh of relief when you tentatively place it to your lips and confirm your suspicions, you drink heavily, only pausing at the sound of footsteps scuffing outside of the doorway.

“There’s another open room next to Conny’s,” you hear Armin say.

“She’s staying with me,” Jean’s voice cuts in, brokering no room for argument.

You put the cup down and settle back onto the bed, watching as the sliver of light from the outline of the door grows when Jean carefully steps into the room, pushing it shut again behind him.

When he realizes you’re sitting up, he swiftly crosses the room, coming to sit beside you on the mattress.

“You’re up,” he exhales, sounding relieved.

You offer him a small smile, hyper aware of the way his knee brushes against yours, heartbeat thundering when he reaches out to tilt your chin toward him. Vaguely, you wonder if you’re dreaming.

“Your head finally stopped bleeding,” he comments, eyeing the bandage on your head.

Right.

Mentally kicking yourself, you meet his gaze, willing your voice to stay steady as you say, “Thanks for saving me, Jean.”

One of his hands finds its way to your leg, fingers softly curling over your knee. “You know I always will,” he murmurs, echoing the promise he’d made to you years ago when you both joined the Scout Regiment.

In another life, maybe that version of you would be selfish enough to grasp Jean by his collar and kiss him right here and now for those words, pretending you misunderstood their meaning. Words that could mean so much more in another context, were it not for the stark line of demarcation between your feelings for him and the reality of your friendship.

Maybe you’d climb into his lap and try to make him forget all about her.

Even just for one night.

“I feel like you shouldn’t be thinking so hard after splitting your head open,” Jean comments with a chuckle when he observes your furrowed brows, gently pressing his fingertips to your temple as his attention shakes you from your thoughts.

“Sorry, it’s just been a long day,” you lie, feigning a stretch for good measure.

Jean drops his hand back down to his side as you shift, looking sheepish. “Long week, long year. You’re telling me. I think we both need a vacation.”

You snort, finally willing yourself to ask, “How’s Mikasa?”

Jean tilts his head to the side at the question, eyes narrowing a bit. “She’s fine. Armin’s a little worse for wear, but he’ll heal up soon.”

You nod, turning your gaze to the corner of the room. “You don’t need to stay in here with me tonight if you want to go and keep her company. I’ll be okay.”

Your best friend looks nothing short of perplexed at the clear insinuation in your words. “...why would I do that?”

“Because you…” you trail off, not sure why it’s so hard to verbalize Jean’s crush to his face.

Jean’s fingers brush along your cheek, urging you to look at him. “I what?”

You huff in annoyance, not sure why he’s making you say it outloud. “You and Mikasa…”

“There’s no ‘me and Mikasa’,” he says plainly.

Heart thundering in your chest, you glare at him before looking up at the ceiling in embarrassment and exasperation. “And there’s not ever going to be if you don’t get it together and tell her how you feel before we all die here.”

Jean clicks his tongue against his teeth, and your entire body goes still at the sudden feeling of his hot breath caressing the shell of your ear, “But she’s not the person I’ve been too much of a coward to tell how I feel.”

What?

“What?” you breathe out, whipping around to face him, the air swiftly leaving your lungs when you realize just how close he is, the tip of your nose brushing against his own.

Jean’s thumb traces your lower lip. “It’s always been you.”

At a loss for words, all you can manage to get out is, “Why now?”

“I used to hope you’d find someone that’d convince you to leave the Scouts and live a safe life behind the walls, something I couldn’t give you.”

Your heart aches at that, knowing that’s the life Jean always wanted, too. The one he left behind knowing how selfish it would be to waste the talent he could offer to the Scouts..

And perhaps it makes sense now—the way he’d subtly tried to find ways to hint that maybe you shouldn’t join the Regiment after all, all those years ago. The conflicted look of pain in his eyes the first time you’d proudly worn the Wings of Freedom.

“I didn’t think I could ever be enough to deserve you,” he continues. “Not even now.”

Hearing the uncertainty in Jean’s voice throws you off-kilter; it’s a far cry from the confident man you know him to be. You can’t help but offer him an incredulous look in return, baffled by the irony of it all—he’s the only person you care to spend the rest of your life with, after all.

Even if this is all you have left—these last few days, hours, moments.

A choked out sound leaves Jean’s mouth; apparently you said that out loud. “So you’re telling me…”

He cups the back of your head, eyes searching your face.

“...I should have done this…”

His other hand finds yours, fingers lacing together.

“...a long time ago.”

A shudder crawls down your spine at the feeling of Jean’s lips brushing atop your own. It’s a tentative touch, one that you press back into between one breath and the next. And as you sigh against his mouth, your own fingers reaching up to tangle in his hair, Jean stops holding back.

Legs hanging over the edge of the bed, Jean swiftly pulls you into his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around you as his lips chase yours with fervor. You straddle him, basking in the warmth of his body heat pressing into your own, savoring the rough press of the calluses on his fingers—built up from years of using the ODM gear—as he explores the expanse of bare skin on your back where your shirt has bunched up.

You can hardly be bothered to break for air as Jean’s lips slot against yours, toes curling against the mattress when he licks his way inside of your mouth. He groans as the kiss grows messier, your body arching into his at the feeling of his tongue tangling with your own.

Once upon a time, you’d exclaimed that nothing could compare to the feeling of finally mastering the ODM gear, the exhilarating rush of clearing rooftops and treelines with such seamless precision. The swelling elation in your chest to finally understand what it feels like to fly.

It’s a feeling that you’ve chased for years, the feeling that’s carried you through each and every battle to this day.

Kissing Jean feels like that—like flying.

But there’s no anchor here. No wires. No blades at your hips nor enemies at your back.

With Jean’s lips on yours, you float untethered, the weight on your shoulders and heaviness of your heart long forgotten passengers left far below as you soar.

And you let go, freefalling. Knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’ll catch you.

He’ll always catch you.

Jean’s lips part from yours to blaze a hot trail along the curve of your jaw, pressing kisses along your neck. Dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin where your earlobe meets the hinge of your jaw, his voice is rough as he murmurs, “I love you.”

There’s a hitch in his breath when you say it back without hesitation—it’s a truth you’ve always known yourself to feel, even if you could never tell him as much. He pulls you impossibly closer, fingers digging into your hips, mouth seeking yours out once more.

And as you feel his growing hardness beneath you, you can’t help but pointedly rock into the cradle of his lap, a breathy moan leaving you at the pressure of his cock rubbing against you. The sensation and Jean’s own answering moan draw up memories of all the nights you spent imagining this, face buried against your pillow to muffle the sounds as you fingered yourself to thoughts of your best friend right there in your bed in the barracks.

If your lives still held any semblance of normalcy, maybe you’d prolong this endeavor, taking your time to savor the taste of Jean’s mouth on your own first before anything else, exploring him in bits and pieces.

But with what may very well be the end of the world looming far too close for comfort, there’s no time for patience.

“Can I…do you want to…?” Jean trails off, breathing heavily as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, the rest of the question dancing in his eyes as he’s clearly having the same thoughts as you are.

“Jean Kirstein, if I die without fucking you—”

He doesn’t give you the chance to finish your sentence, cutting you off with a kiss as his hands find their way to your breasts. He’s barely begun to squeeze them before you break apart from him for a moment, slipping off your top and tossing it halfway across the room before grabbing for his shirt as well.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jean breathes out once you pull his shirt over his head, pausing to take in the sight of your supple breasts before him, running a thumb across one of your peaked nipples.

His mouth quirks upward at the way you shiver in response to his touch, eyes blazing with hunger when your lips part, silently begging for more. Jean leans in, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, and you thread your fingers into his hair, urging him to continue as he shamelessly begins to suckle at the sensitive bud.

You’re helpless to deny your body’s need to grind down onto Jean’s bulge, your folds pressing into your slick, damp underwear with each thrust of your hips. His lips slide away from your breasts so he can sink his teeth into your shoulder, muffling the feral groan that rumbles in his chest in response to the way you’ve desperately begun to dry hump his cock.

Fingers trail along the waistband of your pants, flicking them open with ease to gain access to the soft, white cotton panties beneath. Jean nips his way up your neck, pausing to suck at your pulse point as he asks, “Are you wet for me?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer as he slips a hand into your underwear, a strangled “oh” the only sound he’s able to offer for a moment once he realizes you’re fucking soaked. He swipes three dexterous fingers along your sensitive slit, pulling them out of your pants to marvel at the sticky mess dripping off of his digits before licking each one clean.

The sight of that alone nearly sends you over the edge, your tight hole fluttering in anticipation. You rock your hips once more, and his eyes glint with a hint of amusement as his hand makes its way back into your underwear.

Jean wastes no time in sinking a finger into your waiting hole, slowly sliding it in and out of you as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the underside of your jaw. Meanwhile, you grasp his throbbing cock through his pants, fingers teasing at the wet spot of precum that’s soaked through the material, and he bucks upward into your touch.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, stretching you open with another finger while his free hand gropes your breasts. You move your hips quicker than the diligent thrusts of his fingers, asking for more, and his chuckle drips through you like warm honey as he obliges your request with a third digit and murmurs, “How’s this?”

The sound of him fucking you with his fingers is downright obscene, the digits squelching wetly with each movement. The pleasure mounting within you has your thighs trembling with anticipation. But as you continue to fondle the outline of his cock, all you can think about is how goddamn big it feels.

“Jean,” you whine, incapable of stringing together words to appropriately express the sentiment that you’d really, really like him to fuck you stupid with his dick right now.

He cups your face, the tender gesture at odds with the fingers curling and stroking your spongy inner walls. Jean leans in to capture your mouth in a messy, heated kiss, leaving a string of saliva trailing from your lips to his when he pulls back slightly to murmur, “If you want more, you have to come on my fingers first.”

You’ve spent more time than you’ll ever admit fantasizing the dirty, filthy things Jean might say to you while taking you apart, thoughts that have clung to your mind and sometimes forced you to avoid your best friend out of embarrassment for days at a time.

But nothing can compare to this—the way his rough voice scrapes alive each and every nerve ending in the deepest recesses of your body. The undeniably dominant tone each word is laced with, and the instinctual reaction it viscerally awakens inside of you.

Jean’s thumb presses into your swollen clit at the same time he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down, and the swelling wave of pleasure in your abdomen finally crests. Your entire body tenses as you moan, riding out your climax on his fingers until the overstimulation has your legs quivering for momentary reprieve.

“Good girl,” he praises, slowly pulling his sticky fingers out of your pants.

You don’t hesitate to reach for his waiting cock, eager to feel its thick warmth cradled in your fingers, but he gently nudges your hand away, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You huff in annoyance, and he shakes his head, “You’ve got me so wound up, I won’t last like this.”

“You wanna fuck me, Jean?” you coyly ask.

Idly teasing at one of your nipples, Jean’s answering grin is nothing short of wolfish. “You’re so tight, we’ll have to see if you can take me.”

You raise an eyebrow at the hint of challenge in his tone, though if what you’ve felt through his pants is anything to go by, you can’t deny it’s likely warranted.

The bedsheets rustle and the mattress squeaks as you both make quick work of the remainder of your clothes, underwear and pants left forgotten on the floor while Jean kisses and nips his way up the planes and curves of your naked body, his hands exploring each and every dip and crevice with reverence. When his lips finally meet yours once more, his hair tickling your face as he leans over top of you, anticipation curls in your gut at the feeling of what now presses against your naked body.

Your eyes trail down Jean’s chest, fingernails gently scraping over his nipples, and he sucks in a breath as you slide closer to your destination. His thick cock is a sight to behold, hanging heavily between his legs, and there’s not a trace of shame in the way your mouth waters at the thought of him stretching your slick cunt open with it.

As if reading your thoughts, Jean pushes your thighs apart, slapping his fat length against the puffy, sensitive folds of your pussy. Your back arches up off of the mattress of its own accord, and he hums, one hand firmly grasping your hip as the other wipes the flushed head of his shaft up and down your sticky slit.

His name spills from your kiss-swollen lips, your neck muscles straining from how hard you’re pressing your head back down into the pillow underneath you. And when your drenched cunt greedily accepts the tip of his cock as he notches it at your entrance, pumping a spit-soaked palm along the length of it, it’s all you can do not to spear yourself on him entirely.

“So eager,” Jean muses, watching the telltale signs of your thinly veiled restraint as he makes no effort to move any further.

“Jean, please,” you beg, fully aware that this reaction is exactly what he wanted.

He leans down, mouth latching onto one of your breasts, and you gasp as he slides into you just a little bit further while he traces wet, messy circles around your hard nipple. You grasp a fistful of his hair, finding another reason to be thankful for the way he’s let it grow out as of late as you tug his face up to yours.

“Yes?” he asks, a sparkle of mirth dancing in his lustful gaze as he smiles down at you.

“Fuck me,” you pant out, tightening your grip on his hair.

You hardly have time to appreciate the moan that drags out of him before he kisses you hard, plunging the full length of his cock into your cunt, directly to the hilt. The stretch is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, your walls spasming in protest as all of the air punches out of your lungs. But despite the impossibly tight fit, your pussy greedily takes every inch of Jean’s cock, tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Holy shit,” Jean moans as your pussy clamps down on him, so hot and wet he nearly blows his load right then and there. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Fresh arousal dribbles wetly from your entrance and onto the base of his shaft, each and every nerve ending in your body buzzing like a livewire. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, swallowed up within the warmth of your cunt, his balls hanging heavily against your ass. Jean’s careful as he begins to ease out of you, well aware of the way your walls are so desperately choking his thick length.

It’s why he’s surprised when you grasp at the soft strands of his hair once more and breathe out impatiently, “I’m not going to break, you know.”

Jean leans in and murmurs against your lips, “What are you trying to say? You like it rough?”

You nod, running your teeth along his bottom lip, “Yeah, Jean. I do.”

Cock now resting at your fluttering entrance once more, Jean groans as he snaps his hips into yours, burying himself deep in your soaking wet pussy.

“So perfect,” he murmurs as you writhe and keen in pleasure beneath him, your tits bouncing with each thrust as he begins to ravage your hole. “Taking me so, so good.”

“Feels so good,” you nearly sob, head spinning with the pleasure threatening to spill over inside of you.

Jean’s kisses are all tongues and teeth, filthy and messy as his thrusts begin to grow sloppy. “Come all over my cock, baby. Please,” he groans. “Please, please.”

He’s begging for it, begging to feel your cunt clamp down and gush all over his dick.

He’s so fucking close, balls seizing up, his entire body straining from the effort to bring you to your climax first.

“Come. For. Me.”

And it’s the desperation in his voice that sends you hurtling over the edge, a bright, searing lightning strike of pleasure like you’ve never known before bursting open inside of you as you succumb to an orgasm that leaves you positively boneless.

“Inside,” you gasp just as Jean goes to pull out.

His answering groan is the most sinful sound you’ve ever heard as he plunges back into you, his forehead falling against yours while you both revel in the feeling of your walls spasming and contracting against his cock while he fills your cunt with spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum.

Jean flops down onto the bed beside you after you’ve milked every last drop of his seed from his softening cock, breathing hard, both of you too spent to fumble for something to clean up the mess of cum that lingers between you. Instead, he tugs you against the warmth of his chest, pressing a gentle assault of kisses everywhere on your face but your lips.

You pout as he pointedly avoids your mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling his mouth toward yours. Jean smiles, the expression filled with unabashed adoration and fondness so stark that you swear your heart stutters in your chest.

“I’m gonna marry you when this is all over,” he whispers into the scant space between your mouths, each syllable brushing across your lips.

“You promise?”

You can feel Jean smile into his answering kiss.

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do you better, make it worse • j. kirschtein

watching his best friend mistreat you never sat right with Jean but luckily, he had plans to get your mind off of him once and for all.

content warning and themes: hospital AU, mentions of infidelity, EMT Jean, patient liaison reader, car sex, panty stuffing, hair pulling, choking, fingering, reverse cowgirl, daddy’s used a few times, calls reader slut (not in a derogatory way), squirting, full nelson, creampie

📝: in lieu of me bringing back one of my favorite stories, I’ve decided to once again put the cart before the horse (don’t say it) and revisit one of the dynamics in it. Besides, I’m on a heavy Jean kick lately so here we are.

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he couldn’t stand it….

honestly, he hated it. Hated the way you were treated, hated that you were being misled and hated that someone he called, not only his friend but thought of as a brother, was so casual and callus in hurting such a beautiful woman. Someone who made it her life’s mission to care and look out for others..advocate on their behalf and ensure that they were being cared for. Which was ironic at its finest degree, considering that for the three years (y/n) (l/n) dated Connie Springer; former high school basketball star turned paramedic, no one bothered to clue you in on the fact that he was being unfaithful. He was your very first love and granted, when you two graduated, the relationship seemed to grow. But as was his outside roster as well. While you were holding him down, helping him study and keeping him straight..all while doing your own thing, he was out doing you wrong. Laying up with this girl, texting that girl and having the nerve to come back to you as if everything were just fine. And being completely oblivious to his antics, you would’ve gone on with your business and not thought a thing of it..that all but changed when his best friend Jean came to you one day with a shocking confession and told you that your beloved boyfriend had been sleeping with other women. “This isn’t gonna be easy, (y/n). I’m sorry I kept this from you but I thought you should know.” Not only that, he had solid proof. Pictures, texts and everything…it was a devastating blow and you were riddled with all types of emotions. Anger, sadness, denial..this man had hurt you beyond comprehension and once you found out and confronted him, you let Connie know exactly how you felt. Then, you ended things. As hard as it was, you felt relief in knowing that you were no longer being made a fucking fool of. He was free to do as he pleased..it was no longer your problem.

even so, you were faced with another issue: loneliness. You stood firm in your boundaries and didn’t let Connie back in. Regardless of the fact that you two were now working for the same hospital and you’d see him often while walking the halls of the emergency room. Tending to patient’s non medical needs and getting feedback. In the time since you two split, you had grown prettier by the day; that beautiful dark skin glowing, curly hair getting thicker and so was that gorgeous body. Hitting the gym and gaining happy weight. Still, despite that. You longed for companionship. You wanted your person again and to be loved unconditionally. You wanted someone to take care of you…emotionally, spiritually and especially..physically. As terrible as it sounded, you needed someone to satisfy those carnal desires as well. Someone who would take that stress of a long day away and clear your head.

luckily, you had just the man for the job and in the form of a very familiar face. Someone who had all but saved you from further heartbreak and embarrassment. And now, he was going to help you once more…

“Did you miss me, baby? I missed you..”

“Yes..been thinking about you all day..”

while your ex pleaded and groveled for a second chance, you were sitting pretty in the backseat and lap of his best friend’s car..getting that wet little pussy stuffed full of his fingers! Those thick digits planted inside of your warmth as his tongue swirled the inside of your mouth..the two of you exchanging sloppy tongue kisses and saliva along the way. Another hand..one riddled with tattoos up to the forearm gently clutched your throat as to keep your eyes on him. Of course, you wouldn’t dare look elsewhere. Not when this fine ass man was treating you so well. Some would say that what you guys were doing was wrong or that he broke code between boys but he should’ve considered that while he was out with other women. Now, Jean was filling that void in more ways than one. For the past couple months, the two of you had been hooking up just like this and needless to say, once you got a taste of him, Connie was all but a mere afterthought..

instead, you couldn’t wait to get your fix of the man making out with you. Slowly, he’d work those fingers in and out of that tight little cunt..placing a trail of kisses along your earlobe and jawline, all while filling your head with sweet words. Telling you how pretty you looked and that you were gonna feel so good. That deep voice drops to a low whisper; causing you to clench around his knuckles. Hearing those sweet affirmations from a man who meant it was driving you crazy. “J-jean…baby. I—“ “it’s okay..I got you. Just keep riding those fingers, my love. Keep going, just like that.” All the while, he had snatched your top down to reveal those perky breasts of yours. Always sitting so pretty underneath your work uniform. It was many times when he thought about what you’d look like underneath and now, he was getting the chance. Even at his buddy’s expense!

“So fucking sexy…swear I couldn’t get you off of my mind. Thinking about holding you…kissing on this neck.” Just then, he’d tighten his grip on your throat and grunt in your ear; grinding that covered erect against your ass. “Filling you up. I just wanna make you feel good, baby. Hell of a lot better than he can...” Doting on you as he curled and pumped those digits around inside of you. He was like a feign, an addict for your love and sex. Jean would do whatever it took to ensure that you got off. Just by your moans alone, he knew you were close. He could sense it..that’s what it meant to awareness of your partner’s body. Something that Connie failed to grasp even after all that time of being together. He had done in three months what he couldn’t in three years. It was insane. However, as much as he desired to get you off, he had to get some action of his own! You could feel him growing larger by the second..practically swelling to be let out. Alas, he knew how much more well endowed he was in comparison to others you’d been with so he had to be gentle. Handle you with care as to not hurt you…but give you the pleasure you deserve. So with a swift motion, he’d unbuckle those black uniform cargos and shuffle them down his hips so that he had enough room to maneuver. Unsheathing that thick cock, he’d slap it against your half clothed, plump pussy lips; drumming up smacking noises as he had a finger hooked around your thong to keep them to the side. Your tits were exposed as well..the top part of your dress tugged down and bundled up around your tummy. He couldn’t wait to get a taste.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Put it in for me..” instructing as he grasped your waist and allowed you to raise yourself up. Those heels that he loved so much digging gently into his seat and aiding you in eventually riding him. As (y/n) lowered yourself back down, both of you released loud, breathy moans. The sensation of your juicy warmth and the fullness provided by his thick girth..stretching you out only seconds in. “Fuck..so fucking good..” clutching the side of the door and the driver headrest to balance yourself as you bounced up and down. Jean knew you were more than capable of handling it so he’d toss his head back and encourage you with all of those filthy words you loved. “There you go. Up and down, just like that. You’re opening up for me so nice..that dick feel good, babygirl?” Questioning in a sweet cooing tone, which had you melting within seconds. The way this man so lovingly cared for your body, you couldn’t help but to submit.

“It’s so good, daddy…never had dick like this. Oh my fucking—ahh!”

drawing out in whiny huffs and soft whimpers along with wetness, that was dripping all down his shaft. Eventually, the vehicle would begin to gently sway in that parking garage from the force of your moving bodies. Clawing into that leather upholstery, (y/n) continued to bog yourself down, taking those deep thrusts to the brunt. “I know..I know it’s a lot, baby. But you’re taking that shit so good..got you creaming. This is my pussy now. Isn’t that right? All mine?” Earning him a very swift ‘yes’ as you trembled and took him to the hilt. Only after he grasped your throat because you were too stuck to even form words. His fingertips tracing soft circles around your clit and those balls slapping against your opening. “That’s what I love to hear, pretty girl. Just keep fucking me…keep—shit!” Drumming out more of those breathy cries from your new boyfriend and deeper thrusts as he began fucking up into you. All but taking the reins and control as the feeling intensified. Eventually, he couldn’t hold still and although he thought that you were doing an amazing job, he needed to really get in it. Clutching the backs of your thick thighs, Jean would proceed to fold your legs up and bring your knees nearly up to his shoulder blades. It was such an insane position but one that felt nearly euphoric. Whilst he made certain each stroke made home inside of your sensitive core, you’d take the thin strings of those panties between your teeth and bite down. Sort of a makeshift gag for your loud cries as he began to pound upward into you. He was coming unglued, like a man unhinged and on a mission. He wanted you to feel every last inch of him. How much he craved you..how much he loved you and this beautiful body. He’d never be so foolish as to squander such a precious thing. Even if he was beating your pussy sore like you were a mere object. “..my little slut..letting me fuck you like this. I’m so thankful, baby. You're gonna come f’r me, right? Come all over this dick? Right here in this fucking car? You couldn’t even wait until I got you to my place. That’s how addicted I got you..” and there was no denying it! When you slung pipe like him, you had every right to brag on it. Regardless, he himself was desperate to release so he’d do whatever it took to coax you to your orgasm so he could reach his. He never allowed himself to come first because he wanted you to get off. Bringing a hand back to that swollen bud, Jean massaged it until you emitted muffled, distorted cries with that cloth tucked between your teeth. Your eyes flush and drip with slight tears from how full he had stuffed you. In a matter of minutes, porcelain colored cream had covered the entirety of his shaft and base, signaling that you were on the brink of reaching your peak. Calling out to him, Jean was quick to turn your head and quell those whispers with gentle kisses and soft caressing to the cheek. “It’s okay..hey, breathe with me, baby. Remember what I told you..” by now, he had hooked your legs into one arm and continued bucking his hips upward. You were both beginning to tap out..reach that final stride and it was only seconds after he patted your slit with gentle slaps did you begin to throb and he knew he couldn’t get another one in before you all but pushed him out so reluctantly, Jean would halt his movements.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Squirt on this dick..we’ll worry about the seats later. Fuck it.” Smirking as he watched your eye stretch and mouth gape as that slippery orgasm came barreling out of you; soaking everything within your vicinity. He was so satisfied in himself for completely wrecking you. Getting that body so hooked on him, you wouldn’t look back or around for another man ever again. Not even giving you ample time to recuperate, he’d penetrate that tightness once more, so that he could give you what you had been begging him for all week:

“Come in me..come in this fucking pussy, daddy..” Talking him through it as well with gritted teeth and tears rolling down your face. “Want me to nut in it, baby? Veins began to bulge from atop his forehead and Jean was breathing so heavily, eventually letting out a loud cry before spilling every last drop of that seed into your womb. Not stopping for an entire minute and remaining stuck between those walls many moments after. He wanted to enjoy you…be one for as long as possible. Tugging you back against his heaving chest, Jean snaked his tongue between your lips and fed you sloppy pecks before the two of you erupted into a soft chuckle against each other’s mouth. “I love you, Jean. I love you so much..” so proudly declaring as you ran your fingertips along his stubble ridden face. And there was no doubt in your mind that he felt the same. After all, it was him who showed you what that four letter word meant again after facing such heartbreak. But as long as you’d allow him to remain in your life…to care for you with all he had…

“I love you more, pretty girl. Don’t ever forget it.”

he’d make you the happiest woman alive. Even if it meant hurting his best friend to do so! Just then, your love fest was interrupted by a faint buzzing on the heated seats. That’s when you’d both look down to see your phone illuminating with a very familiar contact:

Connie: I miss you (y/n)..please call me. I’m sorry.

but needless to say, he wouldn’t be getting a reply any time soon.

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victory ride - jean kirchstein x black!fem!reader

⚽️:soccer player!jean x black!fem reader

💎:inspired minimally by a real life encounter I had and because y'all know jean will have y'all in the hospital with that thang between his legs

⚽warnings: university au, smut, consensual recording, oral (m! receiving), switch!jean

💎: banner: made by me on pic collage, image from pinterest, animated on canva

⚽:tagging @chrollohearttags because they not finna play with long dick jean silver's

💎: divider: @/firefly-graphics

⚽: 2.1k words

▶️: rodeo(remix)- lah pat ft. flo milli

—

He love how I ride it

Hop on the dick, I made him get excited

This pussy off limits for lame niggas

Yeah, fuck me like you got some pain in you

—-

You sat idly scrolling through your cell phone while Jean was getting dressed in his uniform for the game that was to start in a couple of hours.

The first away game of the season and the Island Devils would be going up against some preppy university one state over.

While you had been studying this team extensively, Jean had opted not to do so as much, mainly because his nerves wouldn't let him.

"I'm ready, babe. It's time for me to board the bus." He said, looking at the silver, black-bezel Seiko watch that you'd bought him for his birthday.

Your family believed in that old ass superstition that you should never buy a man a watch as a gift, because it would mean the time in your relationship would run out.

Which is why it was just that - a superstition. You and Jean had been together since your freshman year of college and now graduation is right around the corner.

"Okay baby. Sasha, Connie, and I will be right behind y'all." You grabbed your bag and he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Lead the way, baby." He smiled that handsome and devious smile of his, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't think I'm not on to you, Kirchstein!" You pointed at him and began walking out of his apartment door and into the hallway to get to the elevator.

"What did I do?" He asked innocently all the while his hazel eyes were trailing all over your body: from your pastel pink manicured toes, up your toned legs and calf muscles, stopping at your plump, juicy ass that wiggled in the beige romper that you had on. "Damn."

"Uh huh, I knew it." You laughed and pushed your hand into his lower back, making him stumble into a corner of the elevator.

"You're mean." He fake-pouted.

"Uh huh," You said while typing something on your phone. "Better get used to it, buttercup, if you wanna win against the Freedomfighters tonight."

"Freedomfighters, what a stupid ass name." He scoffed. "We'll kick their asses for sure, don't you worry, baby."

When the team bus pulled into the hotel where you all would be staying, Connie parked the car in a space not too far from it and you all got out.

Apparently, the opposing team was staying at this exact same hotel because another bus, similar to your team's but decorated in green and red with a large design of two red roses on either side of a stone wall with a cannon blasting right through it, was parked right next to the guys'.

A petulant-looking ginger was the first off of the bus, and Connie nudged you to get you to look. The tall, lean man was conversing with an equally-as-tall brunette with deep, emerald green eyes and his hair pulled back in a man-bun.

"He looks like an asshole."

You chuckled, "He does and probably is. Come on, let's get inside."

The trio (you, Sasha, and Connie) walked into the hotel lobby and met up with Jean again.

His teammates were used to him running off to hang with the three of you and didn't really mind since he was the captain anyway.

"Ready to head up to the room, dollface?" He asked while heaving his backpack and duffle bag over his shoulders. His face came down to press a kiss against your hair, which made you giggle.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"No getting your dick wet before the game, Jean-y boy. Can't have you making us lose."

"Who the fuck is us? How many goals have you scored for this team? Oh right, zero."

The two of them started bickering back and forth while you walked ahead with Sasha, who'd started chatting in your ear about a popular restaurant in the area.

Shiny metal doors parted for you all and Sasha hit the button for the doors to close until a tan, veiny hand stopped them. A group of very tall athletes sauntered in, laughing and chattering amongst themselves.

The space inside the elevator soon became very crowded, almost squishing the four of you against the elevator's back wall.

'Damn, excuse you then, big ass niggas' You thought while rolling your eyes.

"Verzeihen Sie uns. Platz für ein paar mehr?" (Pardon us. Room for a couple more?)

The ginger and brunette from before, obviously all of them are players on the team Jean is about to go up against us.

Said ginger rolled his eyes as they both stepped into the elevator and stood right next to you, finally letting the doors close.

"Eren, not everyone speaks German, cut it out."

The brunette chuckled deeply.

"My apologies."

His eyes then met yours, jaded hues traveling slowly over your frame, drinking you in.

"Meine Güte, was für eine schöne Frau." (My, what a beautiful woman.)"

You just raised an eyebrow, not understanding a lick of German, but Jean did.

He was between you and Eren in an instant, only having to take one long step forward with those strong, muscular legs.

While he was sizing Eren up, you were doing the same to Jean: your brown eyes roamed over all 6'4" inches of him.

How those black socks covered his legs up to just under his knees and how the silky white and blue shorts formed around the thick, muscled curvature of his ass just right.

Here you were drooling over him while he was about to murder Eren with his honeyed glare.

"Ja, das ist sie, und sie ist bereits vergeben." (Yes she is, and she's already spoken for)

Eren gave Jean a cocky smirk and held his hands up in a mock surrender.

"My apologies, again."

The elevator stopped on their floor and they got out, Eren still with his grin and Floch behind him with the look of a pure dumbass who would support his friend hitting on another man's girlfriend.

"Who were those pricks, anyway?" Jean grumbled looking down at the three of you as you all walked out into the hallway of the fifth floor.

"The brunette was Eren Yeager from Germany, #5. The ginger, Floch Forster from Ireland, #7." You informed the group.

"So you knew who he was this entire time?" Jean asked with an eyebrow raised and a teeny bit of jealousy threaded in throughout his usually calm and deep baritone.

"It's not that big of a deal, it's not like I'm his best friend. I just studied him a bit."

"Studied him?"

Jean's eyebrows shot up into his hairline and his forehead wrinkled significantly. His face portrayed a pretense of self-restraint, like he was attempting to prevent himself from making a scene in the middle of the hallway.

"Anddddd that's our cue to go. Come on, Sasha." Connie quickly grabbed the dark-auburn-haired woman's hand and pulled her down the hallway in the direction of their room.

Awkwardly, you stood with Jean in the middle of the hallway for a few seconds until he turned and stalked off towards your shared room.

His long, spindly fingers held the hotel keycard in a death grip; the veins in his forearms protruded and you could feel your panties getting wet.

"Um, are you mad?"

They lost.

The Freedomfighters actually beat the Island Devils, 3-0.

If you thought Jean was mad before, oh baby, now he was enraged.

Not at you, but more so himself.

That damned Eren Yeager turned out to be a pretty decent soccer player and it only irritated Jean even more when he saw you standing on the sidelines with your video camera.

It wasn't unusual for you to record his games so he and the team could watch the playback later to see what needed to be improved upon, but tonight it only irritated him everytime he looked up to see you with the damned contraption pointed right at him.

Capturing all of his failures of the night live and in 4K resolution.

What made it even worse was that he saw you pointing the camera towards Eren quite a bit as he ran up and down the field.

Jean was only irritated further when you both had returned to the room after the game and he came out of the shower to see you curled up on the bed, already watching the newly acquired video footage.

"Will you put that goddamned thing down already?"

You leaned up from your reclining position on the pillow to acknowledge him.

"Come again?"

"You heard me, or better yet-"

—-

I wanna fuck you right now

Reverse that cowgirl, I'm bucking right now

Climb on this standardbred, hope you can handle it

Beat that cat up when this dog put it down

Let's make a movie, girl, I'll do the shootin'

Camera in my left with your hair in my right

—-

"Yeah, just like that, baby….fuckkkk, hold that angle right there, don't you move."

Jean shivered, but kept his hazel eyes focused on the image of you in the viewfinder swallowing his dick.

His right hand held a tight grip on your hair while he thrust his hips rhythmically back and forth, making you gag on his fat length.

Long and thick, his dick touched the very back of your throat, the outline of it making the skin of your neck bulge in the most grotesque fashion.

"You look so good like this, baby, practically inhaling my dick. Wonder what Yeager would think if he saw you like this, yeah?"

As soon as he mentioned the German man, his eyes crinkled with anger again and his thrusts grew in both force and speed.

Knowing Jean, he'd probably started recording over the footage you'd taken of the game, that which he could honestly give a damn about right now.

"Fuck, I think I like this view much better." He smirked and then let out a deep groan as he emptied his balls in your searing, placable mouth.

"Shit…" He made sure to capture the image of you swallowing his nut and then wiping the excess from around your mouth with those pretty acrylic-tipped fingers.

"Come here; come ride me, baby."

—-

No time to make love, yeah

Keep screamin' you want it

Girl you lookin' lovely

When you ride this pony

We can do this to the morning

So please come and ride me

Love it when I'm deep inside you

You goin' crazy, yeah

—-

Jean's muffled moans seeped through your hand as you now held the camera pointed at him while bouncing up and down on his thick length.

Years of being together and still you felt the stretch of your pussy every time he was inside of you.

Your hand moved from his mouth and tangled in his ash-brown hair and pulled his head back and forth in time with your movements. He could be very loud in bed, which you loved because you revered a man that would let you know that you're making him feel good as well.

"Shit, Jean, baby, you look so fucking good on camera, just as good as you do when you're on the field." You mewled in heightened pleasure, wanting to throw your own head back but also not wanting to miss a single second of his gorgeous face gazing up at you.

His chest and forehead glistening with sweat, those honey-gray eyes shining with unshed tears as his body soon began to tremble with his impending orgasm. Yeah, you had that much of an effect on him.

Just looking at you could make him hard in an instant, but looking up at you while you took his dick like you owned it (and you do) had him more swollen and readier than ever to shoot off inside you like the cannon depicted on the side of the Freedomfighters' bus.

Yeah, after the ride you were giving him tonight he was bound to forget all about Eren, the team, the game - hell, he might even forget his own name for a couple of hours.

That is, if he didn't have you screaming it through the thin walls of this hotel room in those next hours.

Eren might have won the game, but he was the one taking a victory ride tonight.

—-

(If you're horny)

I wanna feel your body on top of mine

(Let's do it)

Right now, we ain't gone waste no time, baby (ride it)

Like a Harley in the wind

Got you bragging to your friends the way you ride (my pony)

Like a rodeo, ride like a rodeo, babe

*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

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