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saintkiri · 2 months

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summary: you felt numb after eren walked through your apartment door. you thought you would never find love again..well..eren wasn’t love. it was everything BUT love. he used you and ended up cheating. you have so many questions that you know you’ll never get the answer to. after a night out drinking with friends..you ended up finding love just outside the door where you watched eren leave.

content warnings: cheating, smut (begging, multiple orgasms, spanking, unprotective sex (wrap it before you tap it!), aftercare) toxic!eren, mentions of therapy, praying to God, anxiety, throw up (?). if i miss anything, lmk :)

wc: 5.6k

author note: …so it’s been 2 years since I’ve actually written and posted something. I meant to post this almost 2 years ago & I promised you guys I would post it & I never did. but, life was crazy and I am still adjusting. Anywhos, don’t expect much from me writing. I am glad to be back even tho I’m not 😭

part one (pls read so this can make sense)

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When Eren walked past that door, you felt like you lost a piece of you. The last thing he told you made you feel even more stupider than you have ever felt.

‘The moment I laid my eyes on her, I stopped loving you.’

That sentence kept repeating over and over again.

You closed the door, and fell. Your back sliding against the door until you were sitting on the ground waiting for the tears to come. But, they never did. You were so numb and shocked, that you couldn’t shed a single tear.

Your life and emotions relied on him. He made you feel everything you craved.

It didn’t make sense. He stopped loving you the moment he laid his eyes on someone else.

What made her so perfect?

Eren would always made comments saying that you were the girl of his dreams. How could he say all the right things just to cheat?

You lost track of time, you sat against the door in silence, watching the apartment go from dark to light. You were so numb, you couldn’t sleep. It felt like he drained every emotion out of you with a sentence. All it took was one sentence to change you.

The memories of you and him kept running pass your thoughts. As you watched time go by, it was as if the ghost of you and him were running through the apartment. It hurt. You remembered all the laughs, all the times where he made your heart feel so warm and full.

But now, how can your heart go from that feeling over never ending lust to feeling cold and empty?

It’s been about six months since Eren. It’s been hard to say the least. For the first month, you couldn’t even recognize yourself. You couldn’t stop thinking about him all day. It was always either you replaying his last words to you, replaying the argument, or all the times you should have realized he was cheating on you.

Slowly, you grew. It took you a while to get back up on your feet. It took you a while to get used to a life without him. You never really realized how much you relied on him. Your friends helped you move on and get back to your life.

You would gradually throw away Eren’s stuff during the first three months. First, it was the pictures and little momentums. You burned and threw out all the polaroids, all the gum wrapper hearts he would make, all the receipts, and every physical memory. It was weird because when you and Eren broke up, you would randomly find those hearts wherever around the apartment. You would keep them in a jar on your dresser, and slowly throughout the relationship, the jar kept getting filled to the point where you needed a new one. After the breakup, when you would find one, you would throw it out.

Every time you threw one out, a little piece of your heart went with it and you couldn’t explain why.

The day you finally decided to move on hurt you just as bad as the day Eren and you broke up. You were burning away not only the bad memories but the core memories. The polaroid picture from your first kiss, the rose he got you for your first date, the first movie ticket. Every single physical memory was being turned to ash. Jean and Mikasa helped you light the match and watched everything burn with you. You didn’t cry at first, and you didn’t start crying until they both left.

You closed the door, thanking them for being there for you..and for pushing you to move on. Although your heart was breaking, you still managed to smile. As soon as the door closed, you were back at the same position you were six months ago. Your back against the door, still somehow wishing that this was just some sick joke.

Tears were running down your face. You would wipe them just for there to be more. You sobbed in the same position. At this point, it felt like a routine. You would try your hardest to get over Eren, no matter what you would do to get over him, the memories haunt you.

Slowly, you stopped crying. You don’t know how long you sat there, it could have been minutes or hours. You eventually stood up, then you walked to your kitchen as if nothing happened. The first thing you grabbed was to go to your cabinet to get a glass when suddenly you heard someone talking on the phone outside of your apartment. The voice sounded familiar, it was deep yet somehow smooth.

You put down the glass and walked back to the door. You then looked out of the peephole to see Jean sitting on the ground across from your apartment. Your eyes widened slightly, wondering why he was there. You opened the door, seeing Jean’s facial expressions. He looked tired, concerned, mad, everything you were feeling right now.

“Jean?” You say softly, while you were watching Jean slowly get up. He walked towards your door not saying much. But yet, the silence says it all. “H-How long were you sitting there for?” You opened the door some more to let him in. “Just long enough so I know you stopped crying because of him.” Your heart dropped.

How long has he been doing this? That was the first question that came to mind. You were having mixed emotions right now. How were you supposed to feel? Although your heart felt somewhat warm, you were also feeling untrustworthy.

Jean walked to your dining table and leaned against it. He then crossed his arms. You walked to your kitchen, "Do you want something to drink?" It was the least you offer, especially since he was sitting outside for who knows how long. "Do you have any alcohol?" He joked, and a small chuckle left your mouth. You grabbed another glass, then walked over to your counter to grab some alcohol.

You opened the bottle, then poured some for you and Jean. You handed Jean his glass, "Why do you wait?" You asked while taking a small sip. Jean stayed quiet, most likely trying to think of an answer. There was this moment of awkward silence.

Before you and Eren started dating, you and Jean were best friends. You and him have been friends for years, but when Eren came along, your friendship changed. Eren became possessive and toxic. He didn't like how close you were with Jean. So eventually, you stopped talking to Jean.

But, when you and Eren broke up, Jean came running to be right by your side. Although you and Jean stopped talking, Jean never stopped wanting to protect you, he never stopped watching over you, and never stopped loving you even after seeing you with another man.

Jean has had feelings for you since he met you. There's always been this little spark between the both of you. Eventually, that spark grew to be something more. He always tried to protect you. He would try to tell you what Eren was doing behind your back but you wouldn't listen to him in fear of Eren seeing you two together.

"I wait because I'm worried, y/n."

"Why are you worried, Jean?"

Jean took another sip of his liquid courage and walked towards you. You walked backward until you reached the counter. "Because you were crying over a man who didn't deserve you." Jean softly confessed. Your heart skipped a beat. Slowly, your eyes locked with Jean's hazel eyes. His expression was gentle with a mix of protectiveness..and a mix of love. "Then who deserves me?" You responded, feeling a rush of emotions come over you.

Your heart started racing as Jean leaned in closer to you. Was it the alcohol? Was it the fact that Jean is right about you getting over Eren?

Jean's hands were placed on top of the counter, cornering you. His right hand found its way to your hip. His lips inched towards yours, “You deserve someone who takes your breath away every time you look at him. Someone who makes you laugh, smile, feel every emotion that Eren didn’t.” Your eyes lock with his, feeling his breath against your lips. “I-I’t’s you..” You whisperingly confessed. Suddenly, he kissed you with passion, feeling sparks fly. Your noses bumped into each other as little giggles left your mouths. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. His lips tasting like the alcohol you were just drinking a moment ago. Your lips move with his, for the first time in what felt like months, this was the kiss you've been dreaming of. The kiss that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, the kiss that makes time go by slowly, the kiss that makes all the others seem non-existent.

You felt Jean's hands pick you up and place you on the counter, "Are you drunk?" You asked as his lips found their way to your neck, gently kissing and leaving hickeys. Jean stopped his movement, as a small smile spread on his face. The smile you missed, the smile you practically dreamt of, the smile that never failed to make you smile. "No." He answered, as he slowly dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, "Are you?" He asked in return, you nodded, not knowing how to respond.

Jean's free hand moved towards your buttoned pants, "No answer?" He asked with a sly smirk on his face. Your mind went blank. His fingers played with the button as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I'm going to ask one last time, y/n. Are you drunk?" You coughed out a response, "N-No. No, I'm not, Jean." A laugh left his mouth.

"Good, because I don’t want our first time to be while you're drunk." He whispered again. Just like that, his lips were on yours. This time, that once soft kiss was now a kiss full of meaning. You don't know what came over yourself...and right now you weren't thinking about that. You were thinking about how soft his lips were, how his lips were on yours, and how you felt at that moment.

Jean picked you off the counter, and for a moment, all emotions that you had left for Eren had left your mind and all you can think about was Jean.

That kiss made you realize one thing.

It's always been...him.

It's always been Jean since the first day you laid your eyes on him. You were blinded by Eren. You were blinded by the fact that a very popular guy finally chose you. You were wrong..and now you want to spend the rest of your life making it up to Jean.

As he walked into your bedroom, your legs were wrapped around Jean's waist. He gently placed you on the bed, his lips finally leaving yours for a split second, "Finally, you're mine." You could cry with pure happiness. It was the happiness you never felt with Eren..but only with him.

You gave him a small and gentle peck, whispering softly, "Finally." You both smiled as you went back to kissing. His lips never left yours. If they did leave yours, they would end up moving and peppering kisses on your neck, as he slowly ripped away each item of clothing off of your body.

The tip of his index finger teased the top of your panties. You roll your hips, "J-Jean.." You moaned out softly, hoping he would get the hint. A sly smile grew on his face, chuckling slightly at how much you were begging for him. "God, y/n." He whispers in your ear as his lips move at a slow rate.

His fingers inch more and more towards where you wanted him to touch you most. You were getting impatient, all you wanted was to feel him. You moved your hands when suddenly Jean pinned them above your head.

The sexual tension was so thick. As much as he wants to fuck you, he wants to take his time.

Your eyes meet, "Please touch me, Jean." You begged. His eyes read yours, and that's when he lost all control. Fuck taking his time, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. He moved his hand from pinning yours to taking off your panties.

It all happened so fast. One moment Jean was taking his time, devouring you inch by inch, finally getting what he's been dreaming of since he realized he had a crush on you.

Jean moved to the edge of the bed, and in one sudden motion, your thighs were wrapped around his neck. His lips peppered kisses on your inner thighs, moving closer to your aching clit.

He flatted his tongue and in one lick, he had you melting and moaning his name. That one moan sent him over, he wanted to hear you say it over and over again. This moment will be embedded in his brain for who knows how long.

Your fingers brush through his brunette locks, highly tugging at the roots, "Fuck, Jean." You moaned out as Jean's tongue circled your clit, making your mind and body melt. You felt his fingers add into the mix, moving slowly, pressing against the spot that makes you lose control.

He was in between your legs, lewd noises were the sound that was echoing in the room, pleads, begs, screams and moans.

His long, slim fingers thrust into you, making you moan louder and louder. Jean was loving the way your moans sounded. It was like music to his ears.

Over and over again, you were chanting Jean's name. It was every time he hit that spot, you would scream his name in pleasure.

Jean replaced his tongue with thumb and admired the view ahead of him, "God, you're so fucking hot, y/n." He said as your eyes met with his. A sly smile spread on his face while watching your reaction to his compliment. Your lip slid between your teeth, trying your hardest to hold back your moans.

He replaced his thumb back with tongue, and your head fell back onto the bed, feeling his tongue explore your cunt again. Your hands then roamed your body, finding their place over your mouth. You then began to slightly ride his mouth.

A familiar feeling began to stir in your stomach. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your toes curled, feeling his finger movements begin to speed up.

You were speechless, you couldn't spit out a word, it felt that good. Finally, you spit out the words, "W-Wanna cum, so-so bad." Jean sped up his movements, moving his mouth off of your core, then crawling in between your legs, moving up until you were face to face.

His fingers didn't stop moving as he kissed you. Your moans were muffled by the kiss. "Cum on my fingers, y/n." He didn’t have to tell you twice. You came on his fingers, and instantly, your legs started shaking.

Jean got off the bed, and you held yourself up with your elbows, watching him pull down his boxers, and your jaw instantly dropped. His dick was big, probably the biggest one you've seen. He was mesmerized by your reaction to his size.

Your eyes locked with his as you sat up. You grabbed his arm and immediately pulled him into a kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling Jean slowly spreading your legs.

His lips left yours for a split second, "Are you on the pill?" You nodded, "Are you clean?" You asked as his hand inching towards your aching cunt. He nodded, kissing you back in response.

"Good, now I want you to beg for it, y/n." You smiled slightly because thought he was joking. You wanted him obviously, your body was practically begging for him. The tip of his dick teased your sensitive clit, and a quiet moan left your lips.

You lifted your hips, trying to get more out of him. Your smile disappeared when you realized he wasn't kidding, he was dead serious. You looked into his eyes, and his sparkle was gone.

"P-Please." you said desperately. Jean raised his eyebrow, "That's all you got? C'mon, y/n. Your body is practically begging for me..." His lips inched towards yours, "But, I want to hear you beg for my cock." His words hit straight to your core. "Please, Jean. Please fuck me. I-I want you so-so much."

Jean chuckled as he moved the tip of his dick in between your folds, “Where do you want it, princess?” He said as he kept teasing your aching cunt. You buck your hips against the tip of his cock, begging for some sort of friction. You look up and all you see is his desperate eyes on yours. “I want you to fuck me with your cock.” He chuckles, “Good girl.” he praised, and in one swift motion, he finally slid into your cunt. You both moaned. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and the bottom of your lip slid in between your teeth.

He bottomed out, hitting the spot that made you scream his name. With each thrust, came a moan. "F-Fuck, Jean!" You said as he pounded his cock into you.

You dug your fingers into his back, slowly moving them up, making sure to leave a mark. Jean inhaled sharply, "So fucking t-tight, y/n." Jean said as he kept bottoming out into you, hitting your g-spot over and over again.

Jean's lips found their way to yours, the kiss was deep. It was almost like he was trying to devour you as if you were his last meal. Although the kiss was deep, it had a meaning. You were his, you belonged to him. And, you were okay with that. Jean moved his lips from your throat and then moved to his next position. He grabbed your ankles and placed them on his shoulder, hitting your g-spot at a different angle.

He kissed your ankle as he kept pounding into you. The view in front of you looked so hot. He was hitting all the places that made your mind go blank. “Fuck.” Jean moaned. His moans made you want to exploded right then and there. He moved your legs and by habit you wrap them around this waist.

“This pussy was made for me, y/n.” Jean expressed in the nook of your neck, peppering kisses, sucking softly. Your fingers raked through his locks, lightly tugging. “J-Jean..harder.” You begged. You wanted him to fuck you like no other could. You wanted him to make you forget about Eren.

His thrusts slow down making you whimper. Jean flips you on your stomach, “Grab onto the headboard.” He demanded. You wrap your fingers around the cold metal bars, “Please.” You begged. Jean chuckled as you felt his dick slam into you again. You practically scream, feeling the bed shift slightly. Jean’s hands find their place in your hair. His finger wraps around your hair, making a make-shift ponytail, tugging at your roots. You moan feeling his dick hit a new spot from the new position he has you in.

You suddenly felt a harsh slap on your ass, you wince from he pain..but, you wanted more of it. Sounds of slapping skin fill the room, “Keep milking my cock, y/n.” You clench around his cock with every thrust.

You could feel your orgasm building up, feeling Jean’s hand leave your hair, then snaking to your clit. “You gonna’ cum, princess?” You nod, not being able to find the words. You felt another harsh slap on your ass, “Words.” He warned. Jean’s movements on your clit made your toes curl, making you moan loudly.

“Yes, I-I need to cum..so so bad.” You felt his thrust fasten, knowing he was close too. He instantly flips you over again, feeling his lips on yours. You wrap yours around his neck, “Cum for me, princess.” That’s all it took. Your legs started trembling as your orgasm unraveled. Jean emptied his load into you, letting you ride out your orgasm.

His lips found yours again as he pulled out. This kiss was different. This kiss felt like you were home..with him.

Jean’s lips left yours as he got up and walked to your bathroom, leaving you absolutely speechless. You couldn’t believe that just happened..but yet, you were so glad it did. You turn your head to see Jean in the bathroom, running a washcloth under some water.

Eren never did aftercare. He would just fuck you, and leave you hanging. Most of the time, you didn’t even finish..it was always about him finishing, his pleasure before yours, and that’s when your handy vibrator came into your life. Looks like you wouldn’t be needing that anymore with the way Jean just fucked you.

You thought sex like this belonged in porn.

Jean walked out of the bathroom smiling, “What are you smiling about?” You questioned him as he bends your still trembling legs. He kisses the top of your knees as he cleans your most sensitive area, you wince feeling the washcloth on your clit.

“You.” It was a simple one word..but, it made your heart melt leaving your very dirty thoughts behind. His fingers find your clit again, as that smile turned into a sly smirk. You moan, “Jean.” You warned softly, as he rubs it slowly. His fingers slip into your hole, “Just cleaning you out.” He says, as his fingers hit your g-spot. Your hand wraps around his wrist, “Do you want me to stop?” You shaking your head, never wanting him to stop.

He continues his movements, your legs squeezing together as his long, slim fingers continue to pump into you. You could feel your orgasm bubbling up. “Let go for me, princess.” And that’s all it took for your third orgasm to unravel, leaving you in a moaning mess.

His fingers left your cunt as his eyes locks with yours. He licks his fingers cleaning, “Now, I’m actually going to clean you up.” A giggle leaves your mouth as you feel the washcloth sliding over your skin again. You could get used to this.

You started thinking about life with Jean. “So, now what happens?” You ask out of curiosity. You were absolutely terrified of losing him. You didn’t know what was going to happen. Were you guys going to pretend this didn’t happen? Were you guys going to start a life together? Were you guys going to stay as friends? You had so many questions that were fueling your anxiety.

He stops his movements, looking at you, “I said that I was never going to let you go, y/n. You’re mine.” Tears start to form in your eyes, “Losing you to Eren was my biggest mistake, I should have never let you go..I felt like I hurt you. If I would have kept pushing you, and telling you everything he was doing behind your back, I thought I would have lost you permanently.” He stands up and walks across the room, throwing the used washcloth into the hamper. Then walking towards the bed, laying next to you. He places his hand on your cheek, “I will never ever let you go..And I mean it. I will spend all this lifetime and the next proving it to you.”

As a tear escapes your eye, Jean’s thumb catches it, “Why are you crying?” And suddenly, there were more tears..too many tears for his thumb to catch. You roll over, placing your head on his chest. “I’m sorry.” You say in the midst of a broken sob, Jean doesn’t say anything, he just caresses your head and lets you cry.

You wrap your arm around his chest, hugging him so tight, as if he was going to leave went you woke up. All this time, Jean waited for you. For all the years that you were with Eren, Jean was there waiting to help you when he left.

The day that Eren left the apartment, you called Jean, and he ran to your apartment. You didn’t know who else to call, you wanted the one person who knew how to comfort you, your best friend. Jean helped you through all the stages of your break up. He was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there when you couldn’t find yourself. And now, here he was yet again, being the shoulder you cried on.

“It should have been you, Jean.” You said through the soft sobs, “It shouldn’t have been Eren, I should have never been with him..it was supposed to be you.” Jean kissed the top of your head, comforting you.

Jean kisses the top of your head, as you looked up at him, “Now we can make up for lost time.” His lips inched towards yours, “Starting now.” His lips connected with yours.

This is what loves feels like..and it’s how it should have been from he start.

Jean is your forever.

Jean is the missing piece to your broken puzzle.

Jean is the person you prayed to God for everyday instead of Eren.

Jean is your other half.

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2 YEARS LATER:

“Here’s to your last day being engaged!!” Mikasa exclaimed as she jumps into your arms. You were out for brunch with all your girlfriends, celebrating your last day being an engaged woman. You never thought this day would come.

Jean ended up proposing a year ago..and it was so romantic. You both knew you wanted to get married. Jean wanted it to be a surprise though. He had taken you to a romantic restaurant..which would have been very cliche of him. You and him would always joke about the cliches. He knew you wanted everything but the cliches.

He ended up getting on one knee when you least expected it. He wanted to catch you off guard. You and him were going house hunting when he proposed. You guys were looking at a house and the moment you step foot into it, you saw your life with Jean flash before your eyes. Every corner you turned, you could imagine kids running around. When you went into the kitchen, you saw family dinners..just the thought alone brought tears to your eyes.

It was when you guys walked into the backyard when you looked Jean in the eyes and told him exactly how you felt. That was your forever home, the place where you wanted to grow old and gray with Jean, the place where you wanted to start a family..that was where your future was. You turned around for a split second and when you turn back to face Jean, he proposed.

You didn’t even let him finish talking. You knew you wanted to marry Jean for years. Even before Eren.

Even after a year of him proposing to you, you still think about every single word Jean said. He said the same exact thing you were thinking while walking through the house. His dream was your dream.

The wedding was around the corner and you couldn’t wait. It was going to be a small wedding. You and Jean just wanted something simple. You both agreed that the memories were more important than the big wedding.

As you, Mikasa, and the rest of your friends leave after drinking one too many mimosas, you accidentally bump into someone. You instantly apologize, looking up to see the man who broke you in ways you thought couldn’t be fixed. This was the actual time you bumped into him. “Y/N?” Hearing your name leave his lips sounded like poison. It’s the one voice that still haunts you.

You started to feel sick, feeling bile rising up your throat. His eyes inched towards your taken hand. You couldn’t find words. There were so many things you wanted to say..but, it wasn’t worth your time. Jean helped you move on, he put you back together when you couldn’t find the pieces. Eren took a piece of you that you were still trying to find..even after all these years. You slowly back away, calling out his name once.

You walk past him linking your arm with Mikasa’s, “I’m sorry.” The two words stop your movement, you turn around for a split second, feeling Mikasa giving you and encouraging squeeze. “You’re not sorry, Eren. You never were..you ruined me. Y-You used me, cheated on me, fucking tore my heart into pieces.” You walked closer to him, “You don’t get to apologize, you piece of lowlife scum, I hope you rot.”

Before he could say another word, you turned away linking your arm with Mikasa’s. You feel good. A smile spread on your face, “You feel good, y/n?” You nod, feeling a sense of relief fuel your veins.

You never really got closure and that was something you struggled with for the longest. You still don’t understand why he cheated on you. The countless therapy sessions helped for a short period of time. But, this is your closure. You said what you said, and you feel good. This is what you needed to open the next chapter of your life.

As you walk into your stunning house, you were immediately greet by the newest addition to your family, Remi. She’s a french bulldog you and Jean adopted when you moved into the house. She lights up your world. You and Jean are so grateful for her. After greeting your pup, you were greeted by your fiancee.

You give him a soft kiss, feeling his hands on your waist, instantly feeling like you’re home. “How was brunch?” A smile spread on your face as you take off your coat, “It was a lot of fun! I wish you were there though.” You said as you were taking off your heels.

“Yeah, I wish I went too. Connie is having a late dinner later to have a pre-celebration for tomorrow.” You roll your eyes with a smile, “Make sure you don’t drink too much, Jean.” A chuckle leaves his throat, giving you another kiss on the cheek.

As you both walk towards the kitchen, you were thinking about how to tell Jean about your interaction with Eren.

He opens the cabinet when you broke silence, “I bumped into Eren.”

Jean turns around, placing both of his hands on the counter, “What happened? Did he do anything?” You shake your head, as a small smile spread on your face, “I got closure, Jean. I feel good.” You went onto telling him what you said and you both ended up laughing. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. So, telling him what you said made the both of you laugh.

“I’m proud of you, y/n.” The four words made tears run down your cheek. Yet again, even after all these years, Jean is there to catch every single tear. “I’m glad you finally got the closure you’ve been searching for.” You wrap your arms around his waist, “Me too. I feel like I can let go of that chapter of my life.”

Tomorrow was the start of a new chapter.

Although you know your next chapter won’t be picture perfect, you were okay with that. As long as you had Jean on your side, you knew that it would be your version of picture perfect. And, that’s all you needed.

As you’re walking down the isle, you think about everything you (and Jean) have been through to get to this moment.

In a sense, you were grateful that everything happened, because it led you here, marrying your best friend, and you couldn’t imagine life go any other way. Jean has taught you that love is real, you just have to find the right person. Life has a funny way of showing love, it’s like a road to describe it the least.

Life and love are both bumpy roads, there’s all these bumps, cracks, unexpected turns, things that get in your way. But, once you get past that, the road is smooth and clear.

Today, you’re marrying your soulmate, your other half, your best friend, & you couldn’t wait to finally be Mrs. Kirstein.

Jean didn’t lie when he said you were his. Since that day, he never left your side. He was there for everything. Every doubt, every cry, everywhere you least expected him to be.

The six words you’ve been waiting for years for finally approached, “You may now kiss the bride.” Jean kissed you like your life depended on it..just like the first time he kissed you. The kiss that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, the kiss that makes time go by slowly, the kiss that makes all the others seem non-existent.

“I told you, you were always mine, y/n.” He whispered against your lips. A bright smile spread on your face. It was just you and him. You zoned out the crowd, as if time was going in slow motion. You stare into his eyes and see your future. You place your thumb under his eyes, collecting the tears that he’s always done for you.

Inching your lips towards his, feeling the same emotions as his. You whisper, “Forever and always yours.”

The end.

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Finishing note: thank you so much for all the love in broken promises! It’s been two years since I posted it and it’s still one of my favorites. I am very happy with how it ended. There were some bits and pieces in here that I took from my actual life. Remi is true!! She’s my baby🫶🏻..plus some breakup scenes were from my breakup😭. Anywhos, I hope to be able to get back into writing soon :)

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kuroosdarling · 1 year

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a/n: lil drabble (500 words) for jean's bday !! giving him his first bj seemed like a good gift <3 enjoy !!

jean’s hips involuntarily buck up against your face, a stammered sorry flowing from his lips as he grabs onto the couch cushion. you had blindsided him after hearing your best friend had never had a blow job before. so you did what anyone would do, get down on your knees and crawl up to his lap.

"you ready, jeanbo?" you ask sweetly, wrapping your hand around the base of his aching cock. he wanted to be mad at the nickname — really, he did. but everything in him wanted to push his length right down your throat in hopes of properly shutting you up. so like a good boy, he nodded.

his long hair draped down his back, his head tossed against the edge of the couch. the sight before you was heavenly as you drink up the unsteady rise and fall of his chest. with a quick lick alongside the length of his cock, you savor the strained sound he let out before wrapping your lips around his leaking tip.

a long groan flows out from his mouth, his hands steadily pushing down on the top of your head as pure need takes over him — already obsessed with the way your warm mouth feels around him. once you slide him down your throat, he's gone. turning into a complete mess after just a few minutes.

his arm moves from your head as he throws it haphazardly over his face, panting heavily as he feels the familiar buzz of his release building. he knows its too soon, but he can't help it.

almost like you sensed it, you worked harder. making sure to take him whole, pressing your fingernails into his hips as you gag around him. your throat constricted along him, squeezing him as if you were luring him to finish in your mouth.

"'m gonna cum-" he manages to spit out, his fingers running through his hair as he looks down at you. you look back up at him, tears coating your bottom lashes, slowly sliding back to focus on his tip. he groans, hips stuttering as he cums in your mouth from the sight alone. "shit-"

you slowly back up and sit on your haunches, making a show of swallowing his cum and sticking out your tongue to show him. he can only watch as he tries to catch his breath, completely mesmerized by you.

"so," you tilt your head to the side, a mischievous smile growing on your face as you watch him squirm in his seat. "i'm guessing you've never been fucked either. how about we try that next?"

#⁺. ʚ now streaming:#jean kirstein #jean kirsten x reader #jean kirsten smut #jean kirschtein #jean x reader #jean smut #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut #jean kitschtein smut

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exoahgasebby · 7 months

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It’s Been A Long Time Coming

- Kinktober Day 1 : Virginity Loss

pairing : jean kirstein x female!reader

summary : days before the raid on Liberio, your boyfriend Jean plans a date night with you. when the night is ending with him doing paperwork, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

cw : fingering, virginity loss, angst, porn with emotions, semi-public sex, chair sex, lil bit of breeding if you look closely, did i mention angst?

wc : 2.2k

tags : @satorussunset @insomniacscripts

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“Are you going to pay attention to me at all tonight, or do I just need to leave?”

His eyes go wide at your question. Of all the things he had expected you to say, that was not one of them.

Tonight was planned to be a small date night, just something for the two of you before the raid on Liberio in the next couple of days. Somehow, the night led into the two of you back at headquarters with Jean filling out paperwork.

“I - what?” he asks, his hands letting go of the pencil he was using.

“You heard me,” you say. “I have barely seen you in weeks. I know the raid is happening soon, but we haven’t had any time together in awhile - and the one night we do we end it doing paperwork?”

You stand up from your chair, walking around his desk as his eyes watch your figure the entire way.

“Do you truly think I wore the tiniest dress in all of Paradis for just a regular date night?” you tease, your hands putting all of his paperwork neatly to the side of his desk.

“I did n-notice it was pretty small,” he stammers, watching as you push his chair out of the way so you can climb onto his desk.

“If you would’ve been paying attention to your girlfriend, Commanding Officer Kirstein, you would’ve noticed the lack of underwear as well.”

You spread your legs wide as his eyes trail down, seeing your pussy on display in front of him.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he mutters as his hands grip the arms of his chair tightly.

“C’mon, handsome,” you say, reaching one of your hands down to touch yourself. “Take a break and have some fun with me.”

A quiet “yes ma’am,” falls from his mouth as he pushes himself onto his knees in front of you. His arms wrap around your thighs, keeping them apart as his tongue starts licking your clit. Your head falls back as a loud moan escapes your throat, causing his arms to hold you tighter at the sound.

The two of you would never do something like this in his office for fear that another ranking officer could hear or walk in at any moment, but you had been too needy to care right now.

“I missed you,” you whimper, feeling one of his arms release your leg.

“Oh, baby,” he groans as his hand starts to rub your clit. “I’ve missed you and this pussy so fucking much.”

Your upper body lies down as his tongue works itself through your folds, collecting your juices on it while your back arches at the feeling. It’s only seconds before you feel that knot in your stomach threatening to burst.

“Jean, I’m gonna -“

“Fuck, YN,” he moans as his tongue and fingers switch places.

His fingers fill you instantly. Your hips buck to meet his pace, only causing curse words to leave his mouth at the sight. Your cunt tightens around them as you feel yourself reaching your peak.

“You gonna cum, princess?”

Your head nods furiously as your orgasm hits you. You normally would’ve waited for him to tell you to let go, but it has been too long and you couldn’t hold it back.

His fingers continue to pump into you through your orgasm as his tongue begins to lick around them, not missing a single drop of it. A mixture of moans and panting fills the room at the sensation his tongue causes.

“Taste so fucking good,” he breathes, his cock straining underneath his pants uncomfortably.

“Jean,” you moan at the overstimulation as his fingers slowly pump into you after your orgasm. “Need more. Please.”

“Use your words, love,” he says, his mouth leaving your cunt as he raises his head to look at you.

“N-Need your cock,” you stutter. “W-wanna cum on your cock.”

His movements stop at your words. The two of you had agreed long ago to not cross that line, worried that if you did then something bad would happen immediately after. After the first taste of you, Jean knew he was ready to take things further, but you were the hesitant one.

He was completely understanding of your feelings. Hell, you could have told him to leave you alone and he would have. He had been in love with you for far too long to ever disagree with anything you told him to do.

“Baby,” he says softly, taking his fingers out of you.

He stands up quickly, his hands helping you sit up on his desk so that you’re face to face with him. Your eyes meet his, and you can’t help but smile as you see the sparkle in them.

“Are you sure?” he asks, moving the baby hairs from your face. “I’m okay with waiting until everything is over. I told you I would do anything for you -“

“Then fuck me, Jean,” you cut him off.

“I just, I just want to make sure you’re completely sure about this.”

“I’m tired of waiting for all of this to be over,” you whisper. “We don’t have any clue when it’s going to be over, and I’m tired of putting this off. I love you and you love me, and that’s all that matters.”

Your hands work at the buttons of your dress as you talk, Jean’s eyes following as each button is released. He swallows a lump in his throat as you undo the last button, your dress opening completely to reveal your naked body. His hands carefully pull your straps off of your shoulders, making the dress completely fall away from your body.

“Please, Jean,” you whisper, your hands undoing his belt slowly. “We need this. Please.”

You were right, you both needed this more than anything right now. Tensions had been too high the last few weeks, and you both felt each other slipping through the cracks the longer it dragged on.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he breathes out, his hands softly caressing your sides as you slowly pull his pants off of his waist.

“I know you have,” you say quietly, feeling tears threaten to fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry it took me so long to be ready for you.”

His pants hit the floor with a quiet thud. He works his feet out of them and takes a step back. Your eyes follow his movements as his hands reach down to the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down until they sit on the floor in the pile with his pants.

“C’mere, baby,” he says softly, his hand reaching out for yours as he sits back in his chair.

Your soft hands interlace with his rough ones as he slowly pulls you closer to him, placing you in between his legs. Jean watches as you lean over him to slowly unbutton his shirt, your chest rising and falling with every deep breath as you work through them.

You were a nervous mess. He could sense it.

“Breathe, love,” he murmurs as you pull his shirt off of his shoulders.

The two of you take a moment to stare at each other’s naked bodies. You take in the sight of his muscular chest, his body peppered with tiny scars from years of training and fighting.

He watches as you take in the sight of his cock, sitting up against his stomach as a drop of pre-cum drips from the tip. Your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip and Jean has to fight back a moan at the action.

You take a deep breath as you step closer to him, lifting your legs one at a time until you’re straddling his lap. His cock rests against your clit, causing you to hiss quietly at the friction.

“Babygirl,” he struggles to say, his hand softly lifting your chin. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Jean,” you whisper, bringing your lips to his.

His plump lips move softly against yours. Your heart raced beneath your chest at the feeling, something you felt every single time Jean kissed you. He always gave the type of kisses that made the world around you disappear, making you completely forget about the danger you both were in daily.

A gasp leaves your mouth as you feel his hands grasp your ass, pushing your cunt along the length of his cock. His tongue takes the opportunity and works its way inside your mouth, his mouth swallowing your quiet moans as your hands work themselves into his hair.

Loud grunts escape his throat as you pull lightly on his hair, only making his hands grab your ass harder. Your hips begin to move on their own as you feel that knot reappearing in the pit of your stomach.

“Jean, I -“

“You ready, baby?” he grunts, placing his forehead on yours.

You nod softly as you lift yourself up. A moan escapes him as your soft hand wraps around his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

“Easy, love,” he croaks as you slowly sink onto him, your eyes filling with tears at the sudden fullness. “Breathe, beautiful. Just breathe.”

You feel the tears running down your cheeks, but your mind only focuses on Jean’s thick cock filling you to the hilt. Your hips try to move but his hands stop them.

“Relax, YN. Take it slow, baby.”

His eyes find yours, reaching one of his hands up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“Talk to me, love. What’s going through that beautiful mind?”

“I’m scared,” you whisper with a shaky voice.

“Scared of what,” he asks, noticing you lifting your hips up slowly and pausing just before the tip is out of you.

“Losing you.”

Your head falls onto his shoulder as he thrusts back into you quickly, causing a loud moan to leave you. Both of his hands grab your hips roughly, working you along his length as he roughly breathes into your ear.

“You’re not losing me,” he groans in between thrusts, your cunt tightening around him. “You’ll never lose me.”

You try to think of a response, but your brain can’t compute words as you feel your orgasm approaching. Your walls flutter around his cock as the sensation rocks over you. A chorus of curses and moans falls from your lips as your legs shake on top of him, only making it harder for him to maintain his composure.

“That’s it, princess,” he moans in your ear. “Cum all over my cock. Such a fucking good girl.”

Your cunt tightens at the praise from him, only causing his head to fall back at the feeling.

“Fuck, you like that? Me calling you my good girl?”

“Yes,” you whimper, your cunt suddenly feeling over sensitive as he continues to fuck you.

One of his arms wraps around your hips, holding you steady as he quickens his thrusts into you. He hisses as your teeth bite into his shoulder when his other hands fingers start playing with your clit, working you quickly into another orgasm.

“Too much,” you whine at the overstimulation.

“You can take it, baby,” he grunts, his thrusts falling out of rhythm as he feels you tighten around him. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

“Fuck, Jean,” you moan breathlessly. “Wanna feel you cum.”

“Shit,” he hisses, feeling your walls clamp down on him. “Your pussy gonna milk my cock? Fuck, baby.”

Your third orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave as his cock pulses inside of you. A slight taste of iron tinged your tongue as you bite harder into his shoulder, your teeth puncturing his skin. The mixture of the pain from his shoulder and your pussy gripping onto him sends him over the edge, spilling himself inside of you.

He fucks you through both of your orgasms, your fingers clawing at his arms because of the overstimulation. Your legs give out completely as he fills you up, your name leaving his mouth like a chant the whole time.

His arms wrap around your back as your body slacks against him.

“You did so good, baby girl,” he whispers into your ear, his fingers lightly tracing shapes along your lower back with his cock nestled inside of you.

His eyes shoot open, taking in the scenery around him. The sun beats down on the grass he’s laying on, beautiful tiny blue flowers scattered around him. He sits back up, shaking his head in disbelief that he actually fell asleep.

He stands up quickly, his hands making quick work of discarding the tiny blades of grass from his uniform. Tears threaten to fall from his eyes at the memory in his dreams, but he fights them back. He refuses to let anyone back at headquarters see him like this.

His eyes fall to the stone in front of him, the only damned thing he has left of you besides a ring you gave him almost four months ago. He kneels down in front of it, placing his hand on top.

“I may have lost you,” he says softly, fighting back emotions that he had been holding in since they left Liberio. “But you still haven’t lost me, baby. You never will, I promise.”

He wipes the few tears from his eyes as he stands back up, turning his back on your grave stone as he makes his way back to headquarters.

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fyodor-s-rat · 1 year

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Attack on Titan - are they top, bottom, switch?

ft.: Levi, Erwin, Eren, Armin, Jean, Ymir, Christa, Hange

tw: nsfw

a/n: just wanted to say that i'm an absolute slut for Ymir and Christa so i had to include them as well 😭

Levi

this man is a top

he likes to have things under control

he needs to know exactly what's happening

and he just loves the sight of you being under him

he loves holding your hands above your head

he loves how much control he has over you (not in a toxic way)

he also despises any kind of mess, so being the dominant one allows him to have some control over this, if you get what i mean

Erwin

this is literally the most obvious top here

like Levi, he needs to have things under control (he's just a bit more extreme)

he's overly very dominant

so him being on top of you, setting his own pace, is nothing unexpected

Eren

another top

do i need to explain this one? (i will)

i see him as very controlling

trying to prove you how strong and dominant he is

boy can be toxic

he just loves looking at you from behind while mercilessly thrusting into you

Armin

perfect switch with a preference for bottom

i can't really see Armin as a top

however, he makes exceptions

but he enjoys when someone else is in control

mostly because he's very shy

it's so cute tho <3

Jean

i'd say a top

he's very confident at what he's doing

if you want to top him, he'll let you, but he still enjoys being the dominant one most of the time

he loves when you scream his name

will not stop till he's fully satisfied at what he's doing

Ymir

top <3

my girl tries to please you as much as she can

she seems very confident, but i think she is secretly kinda insecure that she won't satisfy you enough

is very sarcastic, maybe slightly being rude to you (in a playful way)

"didn't know you were this loud, huh."

"are you trying to keep quiet? no, not happening. i enjoy your moans so much, sweetheart."

Christa

i see her as a switch honestly

yes, she might seem sweet and innocent, but she's also very strong-willed and certain of what she's doing

she wants to be equal to her partner

so do not under-estimate her by her looks

she's very gentle tho

Hange

switch, switch, switch 🙏

everything about her screams switch

she enjoys changing positions during sex a lot

in one moment, you're on top of her, but before you know it, you're laying under her, allowing her to have all control over your body

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la-undercover-latina · 3 months

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Knock me up already!! (AOT HC’s) Part 1

Requested by: @arlerts-angel

Summary: You tell your husband that you want a baby

Jean

“Hey baby,” you gently pull Jean’s attention from the people below your balcony. Jean had started people watching recently from there.

Your eyes had spotted a couple pushing a stroller down the street, stopping to take a break at the ice cream shop a couple buildings down, leaving you to be able to see the sleeping baby in the stroller.

“Yes Princess,”

“I want us to have a baby,” you came out and said it. There was no use beating around the bush. All that would do would be wasting time. Jean had started to sip on a glass of lemonade that you’d brought out for him when you noticed he was on the porch. Lemonade that he now proceeded to choke on when he processed the words that left your lips.

“I wanna make sure I heard you right. You want a baby,” Jean spoke and you nodded.

“Say no more. What my Princess wants, my Princess gets,” he smirked and scooped you into his arms and carried you to your bedroom that was just inside your balcony.

With only a few thrusts, he had you moaning his name, and that didn’t stop well into the night.

After a while, you two decided to take a break. For you both to recharge and for you to go use the bathroom.

There was just one slight problem.

“Baby? Can you help me get off the bed? I can’t walk,” you spoke, feeling how much your legs were shaking while laying flat on your back. There was no way you were going to try putting weight on said legs.

“Yeah one second honey,” he came in with a smirk on his face.

“What?” You asked and his smirk deepened.

“I came through on my promise earlier. The one where I told you that if you kept being a brat, you wouldn’t walk for a couple days at least,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Might want to call out of work Princess,” he told you as he scooped you up and walked you to the bathroom, setting you on the toilet.

The next day, while you were resting on the couch with Netflix, Jean had been all smiles and had a serious pep in his step. He was floating on cloud nine as the image of you, belly swollen with the baby you both made, was on constant replay. So much so that the first place he went to after leaving work, was the drugstore to get a pregnancy test.

When he came home, after checking on you and giving you kisses, he handed you the bag with the test inside.

“Jean, I can’t take this right now,”

“Why not? With how much cum I shot into you yesterday, there’s no way that’s going to come up with anything less than positive,”

“Baby, it doesn’t work that way. There’s a bit of a waiting game. We have to wait for my body to miss my next period, and then we can test it,” you explained, a smile on your face with how clueless your husband was.

“Oh. So when are you supposed to be on your next period?” He asked, a bit of his bravado diminished.

“A couple weeks from now. But I promise we can test every morning that week,” you gave Jean a smile and he kissed your nose.

“Honestly Princess, all I could think about at work today was you pregnant with our baby,”

“Me too,” you admitted and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Sure enough, a couple weeks later, as promised, every day that week, you’d taken the tests. Jean had went and got 6 more over the couple weeks between the first one and now.

After the waiting time for the test to read, you stared at the test, trying to look at it from all different angles because you honestly couldn’t tell. The one you grabbed at random happened to be one of the ones with the lines rather than the ones that you urged Jean to buy after the first one. The ones that will flat out tell you if you are or not.

Having heard your phones timer, Jean looked at the test himself, his head tilting and an eyebrow rose.

“Can you tell what that is?”

“Nope. Onto another,” you reached underneath the cabinet and grabbed another test.

After another ten minutes, you glanced at the test window. Jean had turned around to see your eyes watering, and you grabbed the test, lifting it up for him to see the clear word in the window.

‘Pregnant’

Armin

It came on your little princess’s fourth birthday, when the knowledge that your little girl was growing up finally slapped you across the face.

“What’s wrong?” Armin asked, noticing a frown between your brows as you both got ready for bed.

“It just hit me that Estelle is growing up. She’s not our little baby anymore,” you pouted and Armin smiled gently before pulling you to his chest.

“Estelle will always be our baby girl. She’s just getting a little bigger,” Armin tried to reason, and that was when you let the ball drop.

“What if we tried for another?” You asked and Armin’s eyes widened in surprise, before a brilliant smile crossed his lips.

“Please tell me this isn’t some TikTok prank Angel. I don’t know if I could handle that,”

“It’s not. It’s been enough time since I was pregnant last and Estelle is going to start kindergarten soon,” you reasoned. And like that, Armin’s oceanic eyes went to the lock on your bedroom door, ensuring it was indeed locked.

When his eyes met yours, your breath caught in your throat. Armin’s beautiful blue eyes were almost all black, consumed with the lust running through his veins.

Midway through, he had to cover your mouth with his hand.

“I can’t be sure to breed this pussy if you wake up Estelle. Now be quiet for daddy and I’ll make sure to knock you up Angel,” he told you in a deep voice and you nodded, needing to be tipped over the edge that you were now balancing on.

Sure enough, after a few more rounds of that every night, it was no surprise that the test came back positive. Armin swung you around in a circle and peppered your face with kisses.

“Now to tell Estelle she’s going to be a big sister,” you smiled brightly before bringing Armin’s lips to yours.

Reiner

It would’ve come after keeping an eye on the four teens that followed Reiner around like little ducklings. And you loved it. Specifically Gabi and Falco were the ones you had to really keep an eye on though, since Gabi was known for getting in trouble and Falco was so obviously in love- he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

When you both were in your apartment for the night, and you were behind Reiner giving his shoulders a massage, that was when you dropped the bomb that you knew all day.

“Reiner?”

“Alright this must be serious, you’re using my government name,” he’d turned around, instinctively wrapping his arms around your waist.

“So I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” you trailed off. Now that Reiner’s gentle eyes were on you, you didn’t know if you could go through with it. What if he stuck to his statement from a few years ago ‘I don’t want to bring a baby into a world like this,’

“What’s wrong Princess?” Reiner asked, seeing your hesitation.

“I don’t know how you’ll feel about this, but I want us to have a baby,” The smile that spread over your husband’s lips had you taken aback. You were expecting shock, not glee and excitement.

“Really?” He asked, wanting to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

“Yeah,”

“Well then let’s get started,” Reiner stood to his full height to ensure the door was locked and the blinds and curtains were drawn. Nobody was getting a free peep show.

And like that, over the next couple of weeks, you got a couple noise complaints, leading Reiner to stop at an Adam & Eve on his way home after the second noise complaint.

“A ball gag?” You asked with a raised brow and Reiner got the dark twinkle in his eyes.

“What can I say? You aren’t quiet when you’re gonna cum,”

“So where’s yours?” You teased, and suddenly you were picked up and swept away to the bedroom where you got to test said ball gag out.

No more complaints.

You were pretty convinced, with how much of Reiner’s seed was stuffed into you, that you were pregnant. Even before you missed the visit from Aunt Flo. So when you did miss it, your best friend Pieck had a pregnancy test waiting for you at her apartment when you came over for couples game night while waiting for Reiner to show up.

He had gotten some last minute rush paperwork that came across his desk ten minutes before he was supposed to leave, and after asking his boss, he found out that he couldn’t leave until it was done since it was time sensitive.

“I’m going to be surprised if it comes back negative,” they commented during the waiting period for the test to read the sample.

Once both of you looked at the test, Pieck wrapped you into a tight hug.

“I’m going to have a little niece or nephew!” Pieck smiled brightly.

“Yeah now just how to tell him?” You thought for a moment and Pieck got a mischievous look in their eye.

“I’ve got an idea,”

#aot #attack on titan #snk #armin arlert #snk armin #armin aot #moot asks #attack on titan smut #reiner braun smut #aot reiner #snk reiner #jean kirstein smut #jean kirstein #jean kirsten smut #armin arlert smut

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mommypieck · 2 years

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Nothing just Jean and size difference, not just his huge cock also his whole body being way bigger than urs and he’s afraid to hurt you while fucking your brains out. I bet he could just pick you up and fuck you while standing and you‘re as light as a feather for him

༺ ♱ ༻ kinktober day twenty-four: outdoor seks

✿ jean kirstein

✿ jean gets too needy and manhandles his little gf in an empty alleyway

you hold your boyfriends hand as you walk thru the city for your everyday walk. you couldn't help but to notice the looks he's been giving you the whole day.

"what's wrong, jean?" you ask him innocently. he doesn't say anything, only pushes you to an empty alleyway.

"i need you now,baby. it's going to be quick." jean says, his arms getting hold of your hips, pulling them back to grind against his hard on. one hand moves to wrap around your breast while thr other finds it's way down into your panties. his fingers skillfully draw circles around your clit, causing your to moan out. you quickly place your hand over your mouth in fear of someone catching you. you were still in an empty alleyway and anyone would walk by and see you.

jean turns you over and pushes your against the wall, his lips on your neck and hands stroking your body. it's not rare for your boyfriend to be this needy, but he manages to leave you out of breath, before you can really start, everytime.

he swiftly pulls your pants and panties off, leaving you standing in front of him naked.

"come on, princess." he whispers into your ear, his hand coming to hold your thighs. his lifts you up in his arms, his hands flinging your ass. he kisses you like his life depends on it, his cock getting even harder at the thought of fucking you in an alleyway. one of his hands leave your ass so he can pull down his pants, revealing his cock.

he hold you right above his cock, teasing your entrance with his tip.

"please jean. i need you." you whisper, trying to push yourself down on his cock. but his grip on your body is stronger, letting you know that it's his choice how he fucks you.

he slowly guides his cock into your entrance. both of you moan at the same time and jean can swear he's already pussy drunk. he gives you a bit of time to adjust before he pounds into your pussy like a madman. his thrusts are rough and he's moaning like a virgin at the stimulation.

you feel like a doll made just for your boyfriends pleasure. he doesn't give your poor little body any rests, fucking it the best way. his hand pushes your shirt up, reveling your small breasts to the whole word. your pussy clenches at look he's giving you. his eyes half closed but he's looking at you as if you were the most prized thing in the whole world.

"i need you to cum." he says, chasing his own orgasm. you cum around his cock with a moan, completely soaking his lower half with your juices. he cums shortly after, filling you up to the brim.

he carefully sets you down, laughing when he sees you knees buckle.

"let's clean you up." he says with a smiles. he grabs your panties, dressing you up. you sure caught the look he made when he saw his cum leaking out of you. he finishes dressing you and he quickly tucks himself in.

"come on baby, let's get out of here."

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weluvsosa · 2 years

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𝐏 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑!

got this idea after reading @sailewhoremoon headcanon about jean listening to wunna😩

“‘m coming my baby, fuck it i’ll crocodile birkin the baby” jean mumbled the lyrics that played through his car speakers as he lazily dragged his tongue across the blunt he was rolling, his silver tongue piercing shining in the moonlight. he wore an all black hoodie with some matching sweatpants—his tone chest peeking out from where his zipper stopped, letting you know he didn’t have anything on underneath (whore) “you good?” you peeled your eyes from looking at his body to his face, noticing his red glossy eyes staring at you. “yeah i’m good, this stuff just kinda strong”

jean let out a breathy chuckle while reaching for his lighter. “you sure you don’t wanna hit it again? i’d hate to smoke alone” he tried to persuade you—holding up the rolled blunt in his veiny hand. you swallowed thickly, just imaging how good his fingers would feel inside of you. “i’m good for now, but i might be in the mood later” he nodded his head before lighting it up, taking a drag of the blunt before blowing it out. “i’m dickin it deep, she wanna get geeked” he looked at you as he rapped the words.

you giggled softly. “why you staring so hard? wanna kiss me or sum?” it came off as playful but you were 100% serious, and so was he. “yeah i do” your smile faltered a bit at his straightforwardness, you were hoping that he didn’t notice your thighs slightly clench at his words. “so whatchu’ waiting for?” you barely got your words out before jean was smashing his soft lips against yours. he put the blunt in the ashtray before gently wrapping his hand around your neck and giving you a sloppy kiss.

you moaned softly into his mouth when he sucked on your bottom lip before pulling away. “cmere angel” he said softly, motioning for you to get in his lap. “i wanna make you feel good”

#HWJSJEJAJSJJS RENT MF FREE #— sosa’s brain rot :(#— sosa’s writes ✎#fan girling over my own writing omg #anime smut #aot imagines #jean kirsten smut #jean smut #aot smut #drugs #he’s so hot #jean krischtein #x black fem reader #black reader

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flwrbo · 5 months

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and you still want it (the inner sanctity)

jean kirstein x reader (1.5k words) smutty angst

(summary : you know jean loves her, and you know you'll only ever have a small piece of him. but for now, that's okay. based on twilight by boa)

cw : unhealthy situationships , cigarettes , smut (mdni)

The door shuts behind you as you walk in, throwing your work bag down on the table with a heavy sigh. “Jean?” your voice calls out through the empty hallways. You pull your hair out of its ponytail as you walk up the staircase, sighing the long day out of your body.

You make your way to his bedroom, seeing the door slightly ajar. The shower can be heard through the open bathroom door, steaming the mirrors up. You pretend not to see the knit sweater or smell the flowery perfume in the air as you shed your work clothes off, heading into the shower.

“Hi there,” The brunette smiles down at you, water glistening on his skin. “You scared me.”

Your hand moves before you can stop it, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. “Sorry,” you mumble.

He catches your hands in his, squeezing softly before running it down your forearms, down to your hips. “S’okay,” A kiss is pressed to your forehead. “How was work?”

A heavy sigh leaves your body once more, melting under his gaze and the hot water. “Really exhausting. Customers become so bitchy around the holidays, you know?”

“So much for festive spirits,” He snorts, pulling you into his body. You hum in response, enjoying the contact. He turns your shivering body in his, your back now under the shower head. Jean separates from you, grabbing some of the shampoo you’d stashed there, and rubbing it in his hands before massaging it into your scalp.

The stress from the day melts away under his hands, and you fight your hardest to keep your eyes open, watching as he looks down at you with soft eyes.

These were the moments you didn’t understand. He was so soft, so sweet, so willing. It didn’t make sense in your brain that he didn’t want this. Or more specifically he didn’t want this with you. But you knew it had less to do with you and more to do with the owner of the sweater that was left over his banister.

You try to will those thoughts away as he rinses the soap off, smiling lazily down at you. Your matching smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

You signed up for this. There was no room for complaints, tears, or negotiations. The love that thrums through your veins wasn’t enough for you to go back on your word, to scare him off. You knew where you stood in his life, just as he did.

He knows you love him, as much as you could love someone. As close as you could get to that strangled word that never made sense to you, or him for that matter. But the semantics didn’t make a difference. He loved her, her long black hair, her sparking black-brown eyes, her straight-lipped smile.

And you couldn’t do a single damned thing about it. Isn’t that the kicker of it all? But it didn’t matter to you, because you were here, in his arms, in his shower, with his lips pressing against your temple.

He washes your body for you without you even having to ask, from your neck to your ankles, adoring every soft inch of your body. Sweet kisses are occasionally pressed here and there, on moles, freckles, and scars. And you just didn’t get it.

It’s not that he didn’t like you. Of course, he liked you, liked you enough for you to be here with him in the sanctity of his home. He liked the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed at one of his dumb jokes, the way you talked in your sleep, the way you knew exactly where to touch him and when.

But he didn’t like you enough to do a thing about it, clearly. So you take what you can get.

He shuts the water off when it starts to run cold. “C’mere,” He whispers, pulling the towel he’d brought for himself over him, wrapping it around you.

The two of you dry off quickly, in comfortable silence. “Can I steal something?” You ask, already toying with the handle on his dresser.

He hums out in approval, pulling a grey hoodie over his head. You eye him out of the corner of your eyes. “That looks comfy,” He can’t stop the goofy grin from overtaking his face.

“What’s wrong, you’re jealous?”

“Of you, or the hoodie?”

He snorts, throwing his head back as you pull the drawer open. You tug some sweater over your head, letting it drape over you before going to his top drawer. You steal a random pair of boxers, sliding them up before huffing and throwing yourself back on his bed. You’re burrowed underneath his fuzzy navy blankets in no time, only your eyes and down uncovered from the warmth, crinkled at the corner from happiness.

“Room for one more?” He asks, before throwing himself on the bed beside you.

“Mm,” You shake your head, pulling the blanket around you tighter.

A small oh, yeah? is able to be heard before the warmth of the blanket is suddenly torn away from you.

A gasp leaves your mouth at the cold, and you send a jokingly angered look his way. “How dare you?”

Jean means to have a smart comeback, truly, but it fizzles out on his tongue when he takes the sight of you in. His shirt is ridden up on your hips, his boxers filled out so cutely by your thighs. Your cheeks are a little red from the cold temperature of his room, your hair in disarray… eyes wide as you stare up at him.

“I’ll warm you up,” his voice is gruff as he envelops you with both his body and the warm duvet. His hands, somehow always warm, rest themselves on your thighs, rubbing and tracing there. “We’ll start here,”

His hands feel big and warm, soft. The feeling of his warm hands on your icy thighs causes goosebumps to rise on your arms. “And go here…” he drags to your stomach, rubbing softly up and down, teasing the bottom of your bare breasts. The combination of his hands and the frigid air of the room causes your nipples to be hard already.

His fingers trace upwards, rubbing over them softly. You pant lightly at the stimulation, rubbing your thighs together. “Look at you, Bug,” one hand comes back down to grip your thigh. “You’re gonna start a fire.” His hand moves down to cup you between your legs. “My, you are very warm down here,” He juts his tongue in his cheek, a goofy smile on his lips. “You must not need me to warm you up anymore.”

“Touch me, please,” And so he does. Gasps and moans fill the room as the two of you become acquainted with each other’s bodies that you both already know so well. His fingers, well longer than yours, touch and caress you in ways you could never perfectly mimic. His mouth is hot as he kisses you deeply into the pillows, wet hair sprawled around you. He travels down your body with wet presses of his lips. You try not to think about where his mouth may have been tonight; if it kissed her as sweetly as he kissed you between your thighs.

Your hand presses to your mouth as a stray tear falls down your cheek, closing your eyes as you succumb to the pleasure of his tongue.

You pull him back into your body, hand tracing the side of his face where his stubble is growing back, handsome as ever. Silent prayers are sent above that he can’t see the fresh tear streak down to your temple. If he sees it, he doesn’t say anything about it. He simply shucks his freshly placed sweats down his hips, pressing himself into you as you look deeply into his eyes.

He doesn’t think about her. Or the way he remembers her voice breaking as she tells him he can’t do this to him anymore. Or the pain he felt in his gut when she finally admitted that she loved someone else. He doesn’t think about the sweater she’d left on his stairwell as she fled the scene, like a killer ashamed of what she’d done.

Instead, he lays it all into you. Deeply, harshly, drowning all of the pain out with his bruising grasp on your jaw and powerful thrusts with his hips. And when he finally finishes, he looks into your wide tear-streaked eyes, and all he can think about is how pretty you looked like this.

The two of you sit on the balcony after, half-dressed and wrapped in a thick blanket as cigarette smoke wraps around you. The words can’t stop themselves as they force themselves out of your throat.

“I think I love you.”

He doesn’t say anything. For a minute, you think the two of you would pretend it didn’t happen at all. But instead he says, “That’s okay.”

And you finally begin to think it will be.

#jean kirsten x reader #attack on titan x reader #jean kirsten smut #<3.jean

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 [𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] Chapter Five- Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy PT.2

Chapter Six Part Two of Forget

((very explicit adult content in this chapter))

A familiar emotion flickered in Jean's intense eyes as he stared at you, still holding onto your hip as you were perched perfectly in his lap. A deep-rooted hunger dug away at your stomach, twisting your insides into knots even though in the back of your head you knew that Jean only tasked you to do such a dare for the sole purpose of making Floch jealous.

Nothing more, nothing less.

There was no other way around it, he wouldn't dare you something to this extent for any other motive, this you were sure of.

"Too bad Sasha is going to miss this one, she would malfunction or something," you could hear Connie whisper off to the side, earning a few dry laughs from some of those in earshot.

A silent swipe of your tongue glazed over your bottom lip to moisten the flesh before leaning in. Jean flicked his cowboy hat with a solid swish of his index finger, tipping the brim of his hat upwards to allow space for your faces to meet. Jean's smooth voice still repeats in your ear.

There was a subtle hint of alcohol on Jean's breath, but the alcohol on his lips was now on yours when your lips finally connected with his. Jean's hand that had been on your hip somehow made new emissions of electricity rush up your side as his palm and fingers began to move in a soothing sensual motion against your body.

His tongue waltzed over your lower lip before biting softly. A groan caught in the back of your throat, but you managed to eliminate any possible noise from croaking out to save yourself from embarrassment.

One hand was pushed against Jean's broad chest while the other was occupied holding onto a purple solo cup of alcohol. You were able to stabilize yourself with your weight pressed against him as the kiss continued. Jean's knuckles curled into your side as the kiss deepened, you were almost pulled against him by his motion.

The beating of your heart was rampant in your chest when you finally broke the kiss. Jean's chest rose and fell animatedly with each coarse breath he inhaled and exhaled. If it weren't for the amount of liquid courage in your system, you weren't sure if a kiss like that could've been accomplished in public surroundings.

There was something deep within telling you not to pull away, but the dare had to end at some point.

"Here I was thinking you two were going to have to get a room or something," Reiner jested, resulting in a few chuckles here and there.

"I don't think Jean-boy would be against that idea," Eren prodded, only adding more fuel to the flame with teases.

Jean swayed his head with the rolling of his eyes, telling Eren to hush. Eren of course only laughed off Jean's annoyed state, taking a sip from his cup. Jean fixed his hat and decided it was best just to ignore Eren when he was drunk like this.

'That kiss only happened to make Floch jealous.'

"Marco," though you didn't intend to, your voice came out as a whisper under your unsteady breath, "I'm pretty sure it's your turn now."

Marco proceeded with a quick thank you and went on to scan the faces in the group, picking the target for his dare. While the victim was still unknown, your eyes wandered from your lap to your knees then down to the flooring, where eventually they trailed in Floch's direction. If you could check and see if Floch was bothered by any chance whatsoever, then that would be good enough for you.

Or, that's what you repeated in your head at least.

Nothing but total indifference was washed over Floch's fair face, his eyes were glued diagonally to the further wall, almost near the exit. Everything about him in his current state seemed distant. His index finger tapped mutely against the nearly half-empty bottle of alcohol he was holding.

There was a pang in your chest, but not of sorrow. You knew that your recent attempts at making Floch jealous had been futile.

"I dare you to go streaking down the street and back," Marco's voice broke you out from your own world of thoughts.

"I'm not doing that," Armin shook his head, his cheeks already burning a bright shade of scarlet. "I can't afford to be arrested, so I'll be taking a shot," Armin took hold of the nearest bottle of vodka available and harshly downed a burning gulp of the liquid.

Jean shifted slightly, leaning towards Marco, "I can't believe you'd ask Armin to do a dare like that, Marco," you listened to Jean speak from behind you.

A woman with blonde hair that was sitting to the left of Armin was next to pick someone for a dare. After Reiner was picked to receive a dare, your attention shifted to see a flustered Sasha making a beeline for your direction. Niccolo was close behind her, if not beside her.

Connie held his hand up to his mouth in order to howl a word whistle out loudly as the two approached the group. Sasha rolled her eyes, ignoring Connie completely.

"Welcome back, you two," Connie said with a suggestive tone of voice and a smug look to match.

You couldn't help but grin at the sight. How red Sasha's face was, and how Niccolo would only look everywhere but the group. Their body language said it all, that and how their appearances looked out of uniform as they once were previous. Something definitely happened in that spare room, but you wouldn't openly expose them like that with overbearing questions.

Sasha took her rightful spot beside Connie, her ankles crossing once seated. Niccolo, whose blond locks of hair seemed to be astray, reclaimed his original seat beside Sasha.

"Well, come on what happened in there?" Connie bumped Sasha on her shoulder, "don't leave your best friend hanging."

Though Connie was persistent, Sasha's lips were sealed shut. She seemed to be like she was silently contemplating, waiting for something to happen. But what?

Sasha was quiet all up until it was her turn to pick someone to take a dare.

And that's when she called your name.

Your body perked up due to the call of your name. Wondering what dare Sasha would throw your way. But as you thought about it, you suddenly remembered the face Sasha made at you before going with Niccolo. Your stomach dropped, the anticipation gnawing at you.

Hopefully, she wouldn't pick something too bad.

"Yes?"

"I dare you to go lock yourself in that same room for fifteen minutes, but with Jean," after the dare was said, her cheerful demeanor resurfaced.

Underneath you, you could feel Jean as he stiffened up momentarily.

"Or you can take a shot-"

By accident, your eyes met with Floch's for a brief second. There was an unimaginable sense of hatred that boiled inside of you. And instead of listening to proper reasoning, you decided to throw any and all doubts aside.

You'd already found yourself standing up, "I'll do the dare."

'I mean, what's the worst that could happen?'

Jean, who'd already followed suit, stood tall beside you, ignoring all the relentless suggestive comments coming from Eren, Connie, Marco, and Reiner. You turned on your heel to get a quick look at Jean as he stood beside you, managing to steal a glimpse of Floch, who sat in his seat, lips pressed together in an expressionless manner.

Following your gaze, Jean glanced over in Floch's direction. Then, Jean's slender fingers slid around your waist, pulling you closer against him as both of you walked towards the room.

After the dull click of the door shutting and locking, you could only hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears from the dead silence that you both were submerged in. Well, the silence that was in the room, minus the volume of the raging party emitting from every direction all around.

Both you and Jean's reflection poured out onto the bright polished flooring beneath your feet. There was a black leather-colored curved sectional piece in the room with the backside facing the wall closest to your left. The front of the couch faced out to a flat-screen tv that was mounted on the wall adjacent to the couch, two electric guitars lay encased beside the tv on built-in shelves. The room was narrow with a small escape window at the far back wall, with the only thing shining through was different Halloween-colored lights from outside.

As both of you explored the room, Jean headed over to one of the guitars hanging on the wall to inspect the instrument. While you, on the other hand, took a seat in the middle of the sectional, watching him quietly the entire time. Watching how he delicately examined the instrument, how hesitantly he touched the strings on the guitar, almost as if they were glass and he'd shatter the strings with a simple touch.

"Hey, check this out," Jean picked up a random remote from off of the built-in shelf after putting the guitar away, pointing it at the ceiling above both of you.

Just then, the bright white light that was filling the space changed into different hues of purple and cyan. Both you and Jean examined the hidden indirect LED lights that ran along with the ceiling and in the lining of the shelves.

Jean turned to face you, patting the small remote against his open palm, "have any specific color in mind?"

"I like the color it's at now," you said, admiring the newly colored room.

The original pale walls absorbed the hues of purple, along with everything else in the room being coated with purple. Bits of metal on the guitars glistened from the lighting colorful lighting.

"Good, because purple is my favorite color," Jean placed the remote back to where it once came.

For some unknown reason, you mentally took note of that fact.

"How much time do you think we have left in here?" You asked, watching Jean closely as he took a seat beside you.

"Already wanting to have the dare done and over with I see?" Jean asked with a playful tongue.

"You know that's not what I meant, Jean," all you could do was stare at the man while at the same time allowing a light-hearted chuckle to escape breezily from your chest.

"I think we've got around eleven minutes left, but knowing Connie and Sasha, they're probably waiting on the opposite side of the door so the door can be opened as soon as our time is up."

Out of the entire crazed night, this was your only time alone with Jean so far. But not truly alone, just a small corner space tucked away for a limited amount of time from hundreds of people all around. But even though it would only be a few minutes, you enjoyed the thought of a sanctuary.

"Are you having a fun time tonight?" When Jean spoke again, you noticed that you never responded to him earlier.

Jean sat a hand length of distance away from you. His body was turned on the black leather seating, broad chest facing towards you. While his palm lay flat against the upholstery, his left arm draped over his right thigh. His fingers were sprawled over the leather, his fingertips almost touching your thigh.

"Mhm, I'm thankful you invited me out tonight, Jean," your eyes shifted from his eyes to his lips, to his fingertips that were so close to your skin which almost made you itch due to the proximity, and back to his eyes again.

"I'm glad to hear that," Jean spoke with all honesty, but with the way how his words fell from his mouth seemed like there was more on his mind. "At times I was a bit nervous..."

Due to curiosity, you tilted your head to the side, "nervous about what?"

"Your ex, you said that he was here and I didn't want him to damper your mood or anything," Jean's sharp eyes instinctively cut to the door momentarily before guiding back towards you, "I know what that's like."

'I know what that's like?' You couldn't help but question what Jean had just revealed with a curious mind.

You were scanning Jean carefully, reading every detail of emotion in his face that could give any clue away by what he meant. While on the other hand, Jean took it that you were dying for a crumb of information.

And with the drop of his chest from a deep exhale, he spoke again, "my ex is here as well."

An unusual twist in your abdomen had you sitting at attention. Jean's ex was here at the party? Had you seen them without knowing? Who could it possibly be?

"Who is your ex? If you don't mind me asking of course..." now your ankles were crossed together, and the hem of your silk black robe couldn't be fidgeted with enough by your fingertips.

"She's," Jean sighed, but surprisingly, instead of a much-expected frown, there was the opposite expression. A smile wore on Jean's face. "It doesn't matter now, it's all been left in the past of my freshman year of college. I'm honestly over it now, and over her. But I can relate to how you might be feeling right now, every time I'd go out to a party and see her there, my mood would dwindle into the ground. So I stopped going out as much until recently."

"Were you ever in love with her?"

"You know what? Thinking about it now, I don't think so."

You guided your attention away from Jean, feeling slightly embarrassed for having him bring up his past about his ex, "I'm sorry if talking about this makes you feel uncomfortable in any way."

"You're alright, as I said before, it's all in the past and I'm over the whole relationship now," Jean said with a slight chuckle of reassurance.

To kill the heavy mood in the air, you decided to ask the next random thought that came to mind.

"So, I wonder what Niccolo and Sasha got up to in here."

"I don't think they did much besides kiss maybe."

"I can't believe Sasha dared me the same exact dare as revenge."

"Well, I'm glad she did."

"Huh? What do you mean by that, Jean?"

"Because I'm happy that I was able to get you by yourself and talk to you even if it was for fifteen minutes."

Though you were happy with the same reasoning, you didn't expect Jean to say it.

Without knowing what to say next, you just stared at Jean, hopefully waiting for him to say something else.

"I saw they had a pool table out there."

On the inside, you fought back your arising bashfulness due to the simple mention of a pool table. But since Jean knew the secret between you two and the meaning behind it, him bringing it up only made you shy.

"Hm? Did you want to play a game or two or something? Although I still don't know how to play that well-"

"I don't," Jean swiftly interrupted you by pressing his knee against your thigh, "think either of us would win with our method of playing, now would we?"

Jean's long index finger brushed against your cheek, allowing your skin to tingle and send your body into alert. Only now did you realize how much Jean drew himself in towards you. Every trace of alcohol in both of your systems seemed to be dried up when Jean firmly pressed his lips against yours.

Eventually, Jean leaned into you, causing you to fall back at a gradual pace against the couch. Without breaking the intense lip-lock, Jean hugged his other arm around your waist to keep you close to him.

His hips hovered close against your pelvis, almost pushing against you as the two of you swabbed saliva. Jean would toy with your bottom lip, nibbling gently on your lower lip before pulling ever so slightly. A muted groan formed from the depths of your throat once Jean pressed his weight against you, putting more emotion into the kiss, almost like he was drinking you in.

The vibrations against his lips from the sounds of your pleasure caused a half-smile to pull on Jean's lips as the both of you kissed. Seeing as this was a proper reaction, the sound of you was addicting, a perfect tune to his ear, something he'd have to hear more of.

So, that's exactly what Jean did. Again, as Jean seemed the timing to be appropriate, his pelvis pressed down, grinding against you, and like two magnets, your legs shook weakly out of pleasure but your hips lifted to greet his force of friction. A coarse moan escaped from your plump lips, and Jean caught the moan with his lips, covering the noise so no one on the outside walls would be able to hear- if that was even possible due to the light tones of music coming on from outside the room.

Your body shook with a shaky chest as you laid back against the couch, Jean's mouth still cupping yours as he pressed you into the leather surface. Slowly, Jean pulls away, allowing both of you the opportunity to catch your breath. Jean stayed dormant above you., His chest lifted and fell like clockwork, while his hat slowly began to shift and slide off of his head.

"I'm sorry..." Jean spoke through coarse intakes of hot air, "did you want to stop?"

Jean readjusted his hat and shifted his weight so now one leg dangled off the side of the cough while his other was bent between your legs. Your stocking-covered legs were practically hooked around Jean's hips as you laid back.

"We can keep going," you admitted, "I don't mind."

Now Jean's fingers toyed at the material of your lace stockings, feeling the pattern under the pads of his large fingers. Jean milked smooth circles on your thigh before dipping back down to resume the kiss that was once paused. His hand grazed from your thigh, up to your waist, and back down to your thigh once more as the kiss deepened to its original depth from once before.

A mewl of shaky breath pushed past your parted lips as Jean carefully pulled away to place a trail of kisses along your neck. Down to your collarbone, the trail of hot kisses continued to grace your scorching skin. Your back was gingerly lifted from the couch as soon as Jean nibbled the slightest bit on your sensitive flesh.

Though you thought yourself unable, you managed to swallow the coarseness that lingered in your throat, "how much time do we have left?"

You felt Jean's nose press against your temple as his lips hovered over your ear, "enough time, I promise." His hot breath sent your body into overdrive with tingles.

With widened eyes, you watched as Jean pulled away to sit upright in front of you. Jean took his free hand to push his cowboy hat back, resulting in the cap sliding off and tumbling onto the ground off to the side. His hair fell over his forehead once he focused on the beauty before him.

Jean grazed your hips with his large hands, feeling your body where your silk robe once covered before the material fell back onto the couch. Someway your pelvis gravitated towards his touch, so that way your body would be nurtured by Jean.

"How should I," Jean asked hesitantly, examining your attire and how he would crack it open and make his move.

You lifted yourself, reaching for your shoulders where you pushed the robe off of your arms. Following the removal of your robe, Jean took the lead by removing the body con that hugged your curves.

A breathless gasp escaped through your lips as soon as the air hit your exposed skin. Down your legs, your bodysuit was tossed to the side. Now the only thing that stood in the way was the stocking that covered your legs and the matching underwear being worn underneath.

Jean, who had no intention of wasting any of the limited time left, got to work at the hem of your stockings. His knuckles bent at the ridge of the stockings before pulling them down your legs and towards the direction of his body. Jean pressed the bundle of material to his mouth, where it almost seemed like he kissed your stockings before he allowed them to fall onto the floor next to his cowboy hat.

Finally, the two of you were almost one until a short knock on the door interrupted you two. You practically froze under Jean's reign, both your and Jean's attention locked on the door.

"Only seven minutes remaining, you two," you managed to hear Connie chuckle over the music from the other side of the door.

Looking at Jean who was still holding onto you, you let out a shallow exhale through your nose. Jean took this as his cue to bring his attention back to you. With no words spoken, and all emotions painted on your facial features, he read your expression.

A sultry tone coated Jean's tongue as he said your name, "trust me, I have plenty of enough time."

The tip of Jeans fingers coaxed underneath the sheer material of your underwear, pulling off the garment that was truly the last thing covering yourself from being fully exposed. Jean was careful enough to place your underwear somewhere close by once the lacy material was finally removed from your body. He made sure of this.

The feel of Jean's breath against your exposed cunt caused a chill to run up your spine and for your knees to clamp against his temples. This action of yours caused Jean to simply press your legs apart swiftly with both of his hands, reexamining your exposed region before him with a look of hunger in his pale eyes.

A moan was permitted to leave your lips once Jean ran his tongue slowly between your wet folds. Jean took only just a second to himself gathering the familiar taste from once before. His tongue which was coated with saliva felt orgasmic as it began to find its' rhythm as he ate you out.

Jean diligently swiped his tongue, almost relentlessly, circling it around your clit meticulously. The air was hot as you pulled in a breath through flared nostrils. Sounds of quiet lapping were almost drowned out by the surrounding music that made the room hum mutely. The sounds you were making were more than enough for Jean to keep a hard-on.

"Jean," you moaned his name, fingers gripping onto and through his ash-colored locks to let him know how well he was doing.

Jean took it upon himself to pursue your orgasm with a quick and meaningful chase of his tongue. He gripped his fingers onto your hips, drawing you in closer to him if that was even possible. He couldn't get enough of you.

He then released one of his hands from holding onto you, and carefully rubbed your wet folds before inserting two fingers deep inside of you, stretching you out. A gasp jumped from your lips, feeling as his fingers began to push and pull inside of you in a blissful movement of friction.

The beating of your heart was so overwhelming that you could hear it pounding in your ears. With your whole body tensing up and breathing turning rigid, Jean could sense how close you were to release for him.

Jean quickened the pace but kept his rhythm as he berated your clit with his tongue and fucked you with his fingers. The feel of his fingers pushing and rubbing against your g-spot sent you overboard, causing your knees to press against Jean's head as you finally found your release. You called for Jean, moaning out a harsh cry of joy, which resulted in a swift and deep kiss on your lips from Jean as you rode your wave down, his fingers still pumping in and out of you at a tantalizing pace.

"Jean, please," you said weakly once his lips were pulled away from yours, "I can't t-take it."

"Okay," Jean said with a husky breath, "I'll play nice just this once," he said before slowly pulling his fingers out of you.

Jean lifted his soaked hand up to your kiss-swollen lips, his wet fingers hovering just at your lips. You casually opened your mouth, sucking on his fingers, your tongue swirling around his fingers in order to clean them off. Jean looked at you with lust in his eyes, imagining it was his cock pushing into your mouth instead of his fingers.

"Let's get you fixed up, shall we?" Jean spoke sweetly, removing his fingers from your mouth, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a comforting fashion.

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Jean helped you with your entire appearance in a matter of no time. You practically looked the same as you did before you entered the room, the only difference was a minor hindrance with your makeup, but no one would be able to notice unless you were brought to close examination. After everything was said and done, both of you were left waiting for about a minute before both of you were retrieved by Connie himself.

And of course, multiple hundred questions came racing out of his mouth. But those questions were only warm-ups for the questions that would come from the group.

"I'm not the one to kiss and tell," Jean joked around after being asked what happened for the umpteenth time, his shoulder bumping against you which resulted in a shy laugh from you.

"Couldn't either of you tell us anything?" Eren asked, "even just the slightest detail? I gotta know if Jean boy has any game. Because I'm convinced he has zero."

You were hoping that Floch would be there waiting with the group after your dare was over with, only to see the look on his face. And for that reason only. But, to no avail, once you exited the room and were reunited with the group, he was nowhere to be seen. You felt only the slightest bit of disappointment. You just wanted to see him be jealous, or anything of that nature. You wanted to know if he felt hurt or not just like how he had hurt you. But you didn't get that satisfaction.

"And with that, would you like to go dancing upstairs with me?" Jean turned to you, his eyes staring into yours.

With a head nod, Jean collected your hand into his and helped you stand up from sitting on the couch beside him. His other hand pressed against the small of your back ever so slightly, as you two ventured out of the cluster of people.

You could hear Eren call your name just before the two of you exited the friend group, "please, just one thing? You could at least just whisper it to me, I promise I won't tell."

"We kissed," you said out loud, announcing the 'juicy' detail to the group.

But that was all the group was going to hear. The only other person or persons that were going to hear anything about what happened tonight would be Ymir and Christa. In secret, you would whisper the deets to your precious stuffed animal that you owned since childhood. But for everyone else, you were going to keep a gated mouth.

There was a deep groan that dug up from the depths of Eren's throat as he said your name. Along with Eren, others called for both you and Jean, in hopes you two would stay behind and talk some more about what happened, but both you and Jean paid them no mind and left the group behind downstairs.

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The movements were vigorous, almost like the party was taking place at a nightclub on one of its busiest nights. There was hardly enough room between everyone to allow the ability to breathe properly. The air smelt of a various mixture of scents from booze, weed, a hint of sweat, and prosperity. You can feel the beat of the music inside of your chest, somehow interrupting your breathing pattern by how extreme the thumping of the beats was.

The energy in the room felt kinetic, rays of neon green light flashed across the darkroom to illuminate all different kinds of characters dancing. The beat of the music hummed through the shell of your body, allowing the good vibrations to make your extremities buzz with anticipation. The previous cups of booze and vodka shots from earlier in the night allowed you to loosen up as you began to prepare to dance the night away with Jean.

Jean, who had retrieved himself a fresh drink along the way, offered you a sip from his cup as the both of you danced next to each other. You nod your head in agreement, reaching for the purple cup as Jean keeps hold of the cup as well. Tilting your head back, Jean helps you take a drink from his cup.

You lick your lips, feeling the burning sensation tickle your throat as you stare and watch Jean lift his cup up by the rim, lean his head back, and down a shot from his drink. With grace, Jean shrugs the residue off of his mouth and hangs his arm over your shoulder, still keeping his rhythm with the beat of the music as he basically hovers over you. With Jean even closer to you, both of your chests practically touching one another, you are able to waft in his scent all due to his proximity.

Your hips swayed to the beat, allowing Jean's other hand to carefully graze your waist and his fingertips trickle down to your hip. His waist was against you, his body moving in time with you.

All was well until you somehow caught a glimpse of your ex, Floch, dancing with another girl. Some other woman. Their embrace was much more than something casual and friendly. The interaction seemed on a whole other level, something much more intimate.

You watch as Floch dips towards the unknown woman, pulling her into a deep kiss. Upon watching this, everything seemed to slow down and all movement from you ceased.

This was terrible, you told yourself that repeatedly in your head. Terrible because you could feel your mood shift for the worse.

"Hey," Jean's expression softens as he notices your change in mood. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" He says while stopping in place to take time to examine and analyze you.

"My crummy ex," you let out a rather harsh breath, "I see him over there with this girl that he possibly cheated on me with and it just put me in a weird mood."

It takes Jean a short moment before responding again to you, "we can just leave if you want to, I really don't mind walking you back to your dorm."

"No," you were quick to interrupt Jean, you didn't want to admit defeat and let Floch get the better of you just that easily, "I don't want to leave the party yet, I'm still having fun. I just wish... I just wish I could forget about him. Forget him entirely." The sigh and drop in your tone of voice would've been noticeable to Jean hadn't it been for the blaring music.

But Jean was more than familiar with reading another person's body language. He could read you like a book, especially since he had you already in his warm grasp.

"I can help you with that," Jean says your name, "I can help you forget him. At least for tonight, if you wish."

Your lips sputter without being able to form a coherent sentence. You just didn't know what to say to his proposition.

Jean's lips are hovering just beside your ear now, "either that or we can make the redhead jealous. It's your call, I don't mind either way."

"I do," your eyes trailed upwards to view the entirety of Jeans' face, admiring each and every detail. "I do want to forget about him, Jean. It's entirely unfair what he did to me."

Jean says nothing else, but he does glance up and around for a quick moment before his eyes lock in the direction of Floch before looking back down at you. Jean parts his lips as if he's about to say something, but he changes his mind immediately after, and his mouth clamps shut.

"Let's nudge our way over just a little bit," Jean says, and with no hesitation, he takes your hand into his.

Both you and Jean push through the enormous crowd, traveling closer toward the two. The distance the both of you crossed wasn't a lot, but it was enough to happen to be in plain eyesight if Floch actually happened to look around, you two would have to be noticed.

You would just have to be.

Just when the two of you were close enough but still a good distance away, everything began to fall into fruition. Jean's lips brushed just past the edge of your lips, his hands hanging just at your hips while your bodies swayed to the rhythm of the music. The pads of his fingers coaxed your body, feeling you up and down as he allowed himself the time to fully observe and drink you in. His amber eyes peer down at you lustfully through his long lashes.

"Are you okay with this?" His cool words fan your lips.

"Mmmm..." you could only respond with a positive groan from your throat and a head nod, "mhm."

That's just how intoxicating Jean's touch was for you. Even if he was being so sensual just for the sake of making Floch jealous. Jean was dangerously close, and even with his lips barely hovering mere inches away, you couldn't shake the growing feeling of wanting to feel his lips pressed against yours for another time. Even just for a split second.

You would take anything you could get.

"I wanted to say this earlier while we were alone during our dare, but this lace on you is very... sexy," his thumbs continue to rake over the material of your costume that hugs your body.

Something so innocent such as a compliment regarding your looks you wouldn't care too much about coming from anyone else. But coming from Jean for some reason had your whole body feeling like it had been set ablaze, and you wouldn't mind hearing more compliments roll off of his tongue.

"I will admit the ruggedness of your cowboy drip is very... appealing," your eyes widened for a moment, unsure of why you would be so bold all of a sudden to make such a remark.

Jean's Amber eyes flashed with excitement at your candor, "so, I take it as you don't like it when I clean up nice then?"

"No," you let out a bashful laugh, "I'm not saying that Jean, I'm saying..."

What were you saying? You couldn't possibly be admitting to Jean how attractive you found him.

"What are you saying then?" Jean held your waist against him as the two of you swayed to the beat of the music.

The feeling of Jean's pelvis digging against you almost had you lost in a trance, "I think you look..." and before you can admit how attractive you thought Jean was, a scene you hadn't wished for crossed your field of vision.

From the corner of your eye, you see Floch push away an eye mask off of the woman whom he was dancing so provocatively with. Your stomach drops to a familiar depth you hadn't felt since the day of your unforeseeable breakup with Floch when you realize who he is dancing with.

Mina.

Of course, it was Mina. It all made sense the more you thought about it and added everything together. You were mad at yourself that you didn't see it sooner.

As more thoughts than one race through your head, and even picturing Thomas's sweet face, you couldn't even begin to comprehend how on earth you would be able to break the news to him.

You knew that it would have to be done, yes, but how do you explain to such a sweet soul that his beloved ex-girlfriend left him for your ex? And all because of cheating, no way around it, Thomas's suspicions had been correct. Thomas's heart is already broken, you'd be unwilling to shatter the broken fragments of his heart even more.

Your feet fumble backward, breaking the rhythm your drunk self was somehow able to manage in the first place while ripping away out of Jean's grasp. You would've piled right against whoever was dancing behind you if it weren't for Jean acting quick enough to catch you.

With no time for hesitation on Jean's part, he steps forward, closing the distance between the both of you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and swiftly guides you away from the almost collision.

"I take it this is a reoccurring theme of yours?" Jean pokes lightly, "crashing into people and everything?"

"Ha. You're quite the comedian, Jean," your tone is flat and it almost sounds as if you're trying to hide a hint of amusement in your voice.

A laugh would've been permitted from you if you had not looked in Floch and Mina's direction again. You couldn't help but watch as the two stayed tongue-tied on the dance floor, sloppily kissing one another while those around them were dancing wildly.

You would compare Floch to a dog in heat by the way he was all over Mina, but that would be an insult to the dog.

Jean follows your eyes as they kept darting back and forth to where the two were standing. Without making a scene, Jean collects both of your shoulders into each of his hands.

"How about we get you out of here and go someplace else? Maybe it would help get things off of your mind?"

"Yes, please," is the only thing you said.

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The hallway in which your dorm was located was properly decorated due to the spooky season. Had you been in a better mood these previous days, maybe you would've joined in on the action with everyone by helping out and decorating the entire hall. Instead, You, Ymir, and Historia (mostly you and Historia) did make sure to add cute paper bats and ghosts onto your dorm's door. Ymir, who originally made no effort to help with the decorating, and instead stood watch with a helpful mouth, decided that a packet of glow-in-the-dark fake spiderweb would add a nice touch to the setup.

There was a door decoration contest running, but you had no hopes of winning the said event.

"This is your place?" Jean examined the tiny construction paper ghosts and colorful bats as you both stood outside of your door, "I like the decorations, they're very cute. Did you do all of this yourself?"

Your teeth gnawed on the flesh on the inside of your mouth in an attempt to hide the joy you felt after hearing Jean compliment your hard work. You didn't want to seem too dorkish in front of him.

"Historia and I decorated the door, Ymir helped by adding the web," you admitted, not wanting to take full credit.

Jean fiddled with a paper ghost that was nearly about to fall off of the door, "At my place, we haven't decorated much for the season, instead, we have a candy bucket that's mostly filled with empty wrappers since Connie doesn't throw them away most of the time. All of the time." Jean was quick to add that tad bit in.

There was a small contempt smile on Jean's face as he examined the door decoration. You couldn't believe how much it seemed like Jean admired your work.

The walk over to your dorm room didn't seem long at all, especially since you were with Jean. Immediately when you exited the party, you felt like a weight had been lifted off of your chest, you were already starting to feel better. But instead of attempting to give the party another shot, you thought it best to just head on home.

Jean obviously did not want you walking alone so late at night, so he decided to help you see yourself home. You didn't mind his company, if anything you would've asked him yourself to go with you if he hadn't made an effort himself.

Jean's lightly colored eyes peered into yours as he turned his head to look at you once he was done examining the door. This was when you realized you had been staring at him almost the entire time.

You could feel your face start to swell with heat out of embarrassment, you naturally rubbed your hands over your arms to combat the butterflies you felt. The smallest chuckle exhaled through Jean's lips as he watched you.

"I guess this is goodnight then?" Jean suggested, almost in an unwilling tone.

"No," you said without thinking, and you received a curious look from Jean in return. "What I mean is no, uh, how would you like to come in and watch a scary movie or two with me? Unless you're too scared to watch a horror flick."

Inviting Jean into your room was a rather bold move, but you didn't exactly want to say goodnight to him just yet. You couldn't possibly let the night end here and like this for that matter.

"Sounds like a good call to me, I was thinking the night was still young anyway," Jean breathes an easy response with a smile following soon after.

Getting through the door was almost a slight challenge with your drunk hands and field of vision. But after the second try or so, you pushed through the door and into your room with Jean following close behind you.

"I'm back from that party with Jean, we want to watch movies and-" you say, fully expecting the couple to be cuddled up on Ymir's bed watching something on Ymir's phone, but when there was no sight of them in the room, you stopped dead in your tracks, "oh, I guess Ymir and Historia aren't here."

Now you were alone with Jean in another room, again. But, in all honesty, it felt like there was a weight lifted off of your chest when you noticed that the two girls weren't home. Only because you weren't sure you'd be in the mood to deal with all of the questions they'd ask you if they were to witness you bringing a boy back to the place, especially their good friend Jean. Either way, you knew they would find out eventually, and you knew Ymir would find out. That's when you would have to worry about dealing with answering all of the questions.

The door clicking shut behind you snaps you out of your headspace, resulting in you turning on your heels to face the tall man who was behind you. Jean on the other hand was in a whole other world as he was examining the entirety of your dorm room. His eyes were focused on the posters and different wall decorations that you and Ymir had strung up everywhere, then down to his feet where he stood on the fluffy throw rug underneath him.

Jean looks to you whenever you go to say something, "don't mind me, I was just looking around."

"Don't worry, you're fine," you said while walking over towards your bed and taking a seat.

"For some reason... I just knew that this was your side of the room," he says while following your trail and having a seat right beside you on your bed, taking off his cowboy hat mid-process.

Whenever Jean sits down beside you, his weight causes the bed to shift, making you almost fall into him. Quickly you catch your weight and balance yourself, while at the same time, Jean apologizes to you for the almost collision. Though, you know getting so close to Jean wouldn't be a bad thing. The both of you sat shoulder-to-shoulder, your skin prickled and somehow there was a faint ringing buzzing in your ear canal.

The mood had changed definitely, there was no denying it.

"Sorry," you say in a hushed tone, apologizing to Jean in return, "how could you tell..."

You're staring at Jean now as he leans his sharp detailed face towards yours, or drawing you in towards him? Either way, no matter what was the cause, both you and Jean were in close proximity of each other, heat radiating off of your skin and seeping into the clothes that you wore that you were now itching to get out of.

Jean says your name delicately, his pale eyes fixated- no, locked onto yours, there was no way your attention was breaking from him now, "you look very beautiful tonight."

"You're only saying that because of my lewd costume, Jean," there was some bashful retaliation from you, "and also because you're drunk."

"That's not true, and the alcohol is starting to wear off on me," Jean dazzles you with a sheepish smile, one that could make you fall in love in an instant if he were to do it enough, "I thought you were beautiful even way back when you assaulted me the other week when I was partaking in my evening jog."

If Jean was actually sober like he claimed to be, he would've slapped his hand over his mouth or something, he more than likely wouldn't have had the courage to say anything so bold at all.

You playfully pat his shoulder and begin toying with his coat, "Jean, you're definitely still drunk, you don't know what you're saying."

"A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts," he says while making eye contact with you.

Again, without words being said, both his face and yours pulled toward each other in a simple fluid motion. The movement was magnetic, natural even.

With his lips pressed against yours, and yours against his, perfectly synchronized, Jean smoothly raked the sleek satin robe from off of your arms, the cool silky material danced its' way down your arms before enveloping your hips and down on the mattress underneath you. Though your arms were now cold from the exposure, his touch was hot, leaving your skin to be tickled with a shiver.

Jean had both of his hands on you, his left hand lay against your waist, feeling along the shapes of your body; you never wanted his hand to leave your side. His right hand was now cupping the side of your face as the two of you drank each other in. The kiss deepened with each and every passing second, it seemed that now you were breathing each other in.

Jean was your oxygen supply, and you couldn't get enough.

But, of course, as soon as the heavy make-out session between you and Jean was reaching another level, the point of no return, Jean's lips reluctantly peeled away from yours. Leaving your heart to thump at a savage pace within the chamber of your chest.

"Wha..." You shook your head from side to side to gather yourself from the lustful daze you were in, "what is it, Jean?"

Jean says your name with a catch in his throat, "are you okay with this?" Jean's voice was lower than just a minute ago before the make-out session commenced, "I can tell that you're in a vulnerable state right now considering the situation with your ex and also we're both drunk, and I didn't want you under the impression that I was trying to take advantage of your situation by following you back to your room just for a chance of hooking up with you."

"Jean," you directed Jean's hand away from your side, gathering his left hand into yours as you began playing with his fingertips as you collected the words to say, "when you helped me out there back at the party by asking if I wanted to get out of there and go somewhere else, I suggested going back to my room with you because I'm comfortable being around you and honestly, I like you enough for whatever," sober you would have a conniption fit when she was to remember what you said tomorrow morning.

Jeans fingers strung between yours, "you know, my offer still stands from earlier, I can help you forget about Floch for the night being," Jean pauses, looking at his fingers laced with yours, "if you want to that is..."

Your heart seemed to swell with excitement after picking up the notion of what Jean was putting down, visually depicting what it was Jean was insinuating.

"I am fine with whatever we do if that's what you're asking... what about yourself, Jean?" You stare at him with your head positioned slightly lowered to him, peering through your false eyelashes.

A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, you remembered what it was Jean said just a few minutes ago.

Jean stares at you for a moment without any words leaving his lips, and without any indication Jean leans forward towards you, his lips pressing against yours as if they never left yours from earlier to begin with. There was a buried groan that emitted from the depths of your throat as Jean kissed you with such passion. Jean's tongue swiveled around yours before his lips disconnected from yours once more, an alluring smirk was present on his face as Jean lowered his face to the nape of your neck.

"Make that sound for me again," Jean says after planting a few kisses on your neck.

The feeling of the kisses Jean was marking on your neck was driving you absolutely wild, you couldn't help but be put into such a hypnotic state. You were moaning and whimpering as Jean was finding all of your sensitive spots via kisses and sucking on your sensitive skin, and with each new spot he found, he would take advantage of it just to hear you moan his name.

"Jean," your breathing was thick with arousal, "Jean..." you say in a helpless manner as you try to gather his attention.

You feel Jean's lips depart from around the nape of your neck as he deliberately swaps to the other side of your neck, "yes?" He says after another few kisses.

"I was thinking I'd do something for you," you gulp away a moan as Jean continues to kiss and suck on your neck, "if you'd like that."

"Oh?" There was a hint of excitement in his lustful voice, "what exactly did you have in mind?" Jean asks, his lips pressing just underneath your ear.

As Jean continued to mark your neck, you moved your hands around, feeling around on Jean's lap for the hem of his trousers. Once you found the hem of his pants, you carefully unlatched the belt he wore along with undoing the button attached to his trousers, making sure not to be too fast and seem desperate. Much to your liking, you could feel that Jean's member was already hardened and bulging from underneath his boxer briefs. You attentively began to rub along his length, feeling the girth in your hand as Jean himself let out a deep groan from the back of his throat, you could feel him throbbing in your hand and you had only just begun. Jean pulled his face away from your neck and leaned back, propping himself back as you began to seek him with special attention by rubbing his pulsating cock through his underwear.

In need of escape, you pushed the hem of his underwear down, exposing his impressive length.

A shiny ball at the tip of his dick surprised you.

A piercing... right there?

Much to your fascination, you wanted to familiarize yourself with the taste of that cool metallic bud.

You glanced over at Jean as he sat across from you, his hair falling across his forehead as he admired you. Jean reached his nearest hand forward towards your face, his thumb toyed with your lower lip and then your cheek as he cupped your face, almost encouraging you to explore his body in whichever way you pleased.

You sucked in a quick breath of hot air through your lips as you bent forward. The tip of your tongue danced across the ball, the cool metal zapping a rush of excitement through you. A settlement of kisses was placed on the sides of his shaft, and back up to the head again. Your hot tongue trailed in different patterns across the tip of his penis, incorporating the piercing in your intricate movements.

A low groan emitted from the back of Jean's throat as the tip of his throbbing length finally submerged through your parted lips. The walls of your mouth hollowed out as you hugged his cock with your lips and sucked on his thick member. Your tongue continued to dance around the tip of his dick as your head slowly bobbed back and forth, struggling to take all of him in. Jean tried resisting the urge to grab ahold of your hair and have his way with fucking your mouth. But as you continued to suck his cock, it only grew more difficult for him.

Carefully, your lips drew back on his length, your saliva coating his member as you took your right hand around the base of his dick. The hot saliva helped with the fluidity of stroking the base of his dick as you continued to take the rest of his length in your mouth.

"Fuck," his long fingers pushed through his untamed hair, still fighting the urge as your mouth and hand rocked up and down on his dick.

Eventually, all the movements and how well you felt sucking him off became just too much for him to handle. Jean grabs ahold of your hair with both hands and he begins to fuck your mouth with powerful pivots. Each thrust was relentless and greedy, and you began to choke and gag on his dick as the overwhelming mass pounded your throat.

"Do you hear that? That's the sound of you taking my dick so well in your mouth," he cooed breathlessly, "impressive, sweetness."

Tears of painful bliss formed at the brim of your eyes while you gargled his length in your throat. Eventually, the tears couldn't be held any longer and they rolled down your cheeks and to your neck. Saliva sloppily poured from the corners of your mouth as you continued to take his entire length. The mixture of saliva, tears, and mascara, painted your skin as you continuously tried away for Jean's release.

Both of your hands were knuckled against the material of his coat, trying to stabilize yourself as Jean rocked your skull. The fearful sounds of burning pleasure filled the air, the sounds of gargling and choking over Jean's member, and the moans from Jean, the whimpers from you.

You were hot and hardly able to breathe, but you knew that you had to do this, for him, since he'd already done enough for you.

After some time, Jean's steady breaths began to grow more coarse and his movements became jagged. Still, he tried to keep his momentum fluid as he leaned his head back with his eyes closed.

You knew one thing for sure, Jean was finally about to release. And you'd take him all.

Jean lazily pumped into your mouth, your lips milking his shaft dry as he released into your mouth and down your throat. You continued to drink every last drop of his seed until there was none left for consumption. Eventually, you backed away, a thin stream of a mixture of saliva and semen connected from your lip to the tip of his dick before breaking. Pressing your wrist against your mouth, you brushed your lips, drying any excess away.

"Fuck," Jean says your name through a hoarse exhale.

But, you were only left hot and bothered after the rough and exhilarating exchange. You wanted more than just that, you needed more of Jean.

Jean seemed to sense how bothered you were, and instead of leaving you frustrated, he decided to do something about it.

Jean lifts both of his arms to the back of his neck where he adjusted the red paisley bandana that was worn and tied around his neck. His right hand eventually pulled to the front where you could see, and with one swift motion, the red bandana was pulled away from his neck and flowing freely.

"What are you doing, Jean?" You watched as the red material was held in his hands.

Certainly, the cloth was folded into a particular elongated shape, and once he was finished, he leaned towards you, "open your mouth and bite down on this bandana," Jean said, which prompted you to clamp down on the sheer cloth as it edged near your mouth.

"Good," Jean said while tying the bandana at the back of your head, "good girl."

Since you were unable to form words for communication, you'd have to rely on facial expressions and body movements alone.

"I wanted to try something new with you if you don't mind, do you trust me?"

He asked and you responded with a prompt head nod to let him know that you did indeed trust him.

Jean held eye contact with you, "great, now uh, do you happen to have any condoms?"

Your eyes widened for a second, but then you began to ponder if you had any lying around somewhere. Somewhere. Then it hit you, you remembered having some in your nightstand drawer from when you were in a relationship with Floch.

You motioned to the top drawer of your nightstand with your hand just past Jean. Of course, Jean turned to face the direction you were pointing and seemed to pick up what you were getting at rather easily.

"The drawer?" Jean asks as he leans to the drawer just within his reach and slides the drawer open.

That's when you remember you had something very sensitive hidden away and you were too embarrassed for him to find. So, you grew frantic and began trying to talk, trying to say his name through the gag.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Jean glances at you over his shoulder and then back to his search party for a condom.

"I found them," Jean says in a successful tone when all of a sudden his speech is cut short and he grows silent.

His eyes are glued on something sitting in your drawer, and you know exactly what it is he's looking at.

You feel the heat of embarrassment flood your face, and you glance away from Jean. You look at everything around the room, but you couldn't keep your eyes near the direction of Jean at all.

I mean, it's not every day someone finds one of your sex toys, so you didn't know how to handle his discovery of your vibrator.

"Could I use this on you?" Jean asks, facing towards you now.

With the initial embarrassment aside, the thought of Jean using your vibrator on yourself was very alluring. So, biting away the humiliation, you shook your head yes. And as soon as Jean plucked the vibrator up a wave of excitement overcame you.

From all the times you had sex with Floch, the two of you never did anything experimental. Floch would never tie you up, let alone gag you, and he wouldn't ever consider using your vibrator on yourself while having intercourse. It was a more get-in-get-out type of ordeal with you and the redhead. Floch would flop around on top of you, and you would lay there until it was all over.

Thinking about it further, you couldn't recall a single time in your relationship that he managed to make you cum.

Jean began to undress you, starting with the body con that hugged against your skin. As he was undressing you in such a slow sensual matter, you couldn't help but recall the events that took place not even two hours ago. Remembering the interaction you had with Jean from earlier made a rush of excitement flow through your veins, you just wanted to feel his hands all over your body like he had done already previously. You craved him.

Jean was pulling your stockings off of your legs now, slowly peeling off the leggings by each leg at a time. The slower he went, the more you grew restlessly. You tried to speak, but instead of words, there was a croak that emitted from the depths of your throat that was masked by the cloth gag.

Jeans fingertips are packed with an immense of heat as they kiss your sensitive flesh just near your pubic area. Him touching you so close to one of the most sensitive regions of your body sent a shiver of excitement up your spine. His knuckles curl at the hem of your lace underwear as soon as his fingertips are given a chance to graze your bare skin, dragging the lace material down your legs towards him.

You watch as your lace panties are torn away from your body, watching Jean ball the material into his hand and discard them promptly. The only thing left that kept you at least somewhat covered was the bra you wore, and all you wanted to happen was for Jean to take it off. You wanted to feel completely exposed to him, vulnerable, you wanted- no, needed for Jean to see you fully for the first time.

Jean leans forward to you, his face inching towards your neck. Your body is on high alert as your skin feels a low inhale and hot exhale through Jean's nose, that's how close he is to you as one of his fingers draws a thin line up your stomach and to your chest. His fingertip lands on the plastic clasp that is the only thing holding your bra together.

There is a small delicate kiss planted on your neck, and then another, and another. Jean starts from your neck and follows down your collarbone, but he doesn't stop there.

Eventually, Jean's warm lips approach your cleavage after planting small delicate kisses along your collarbone. The tip of his nose brushes down your chest as he begins to kiss you in between your cleavage, nibbling softly at your delicate skin while the facial hair that covers his chin tickles you slightly. With a quick snap of his fingers, the front of your bra is unclasped, leaving you completely exposed to him.

There was something about being left completely vulnerable to Jean that turned you on. The feeling of anticipation twisted at your insides. There was something about Jean that just lured you in, needing him desperately.

Jeans pale colored eyes are fixated on your body now as he readjusts himself, staring down at you from above. There's a smile on his lips as he makes eye contact with you. Your nostrils are suffocated with Jean's scent as he dips back down to your bare chest where he begins to kiss your breasts. You breathe in the addicting scent of sheer cashmere while Jean's lips mark your breasts with his kisses. A sharp intake of air shoots through your nose as Jean begins to suck on your nipple, his tongue tracing your nipple in a counterclockwise motion.

Jean's lips make a slight popping sound once his mouth releases your nipple from his lips and moves onto sucking on other parts of your breast, making sure to try giving yourself enough attention as Jean's hand gropes your other breast. His thumb and index finger pinch your nipple and give it a slight squeeze, not enough to hurt you, but enough pressure to drive you crazy. You are driven up the wall as Jean twists your nipple slightly.

Another silenced moan.

Your eyelashes flutter together while your eyelids press shut as Jean leans back. You can feel Jean's body heat radiating onto your exposed body as his face leans in close to your ear another time.

A low-pitched droning noise emitted as soon as the vibrator was powered on, "we're getting there, sweetheart, just be patient, okay?" His voice is in a reassuring tone with just a smidge of playfulness.

This was the first time you have ever wanted to cuss Jean out, only because he knew what he was doing. Not only that, but it's because he was completely aware of the things he was doing and how it was affecting you.

To put things short, Jean knew he was being a tease.

Jean moves the device forward, running the tip of the toy along your chest and down from your chest to your stomach. The initial impact of the toy vibrating against your naked body surprises you momentarily, but by the time Jean leads the tip of the toy dipping along your naval you'd already grown accustomed to the thrilling sensation.

Your teeth seep into the cloth that was tied between your parted lips due to the jolt of pleasure from feeling the vibrator against your clit. Jean toys with your lips, pressing a finger inside of you as he moves the vibrator around your clit. The motion almost makes you want to squeal from pleasure.

Strands of Jean's light-colored hair blanket his forehead as he looks up at you, "you're soaking wet."

Feeling his finger push deep inside of you makes you feel a rush of adrenaline, and at the same time, it drives you mad whenever you feel his finger pull away and retreat. This goes on for only a little bit before you're surprised by the feeling of Jean slipping another finger inside of you. Jean coaxes his fingers inside of you, feeling the width of his middle and ring finger makes you whine. Your hips meet against his hand greedily each time Jean thrusts his fingers inside of you, just to feel all of him, to make him go deeper if it were possible. The toy Jean was controlling buzzes against your clit in an ellipse motion and at the most perfect beat, this was the first time Jean had ever used a toy on you and his rhythm was almost spot on with your own whenever you'd indulge in the act of self-pleasure.

As the pressure was building up deep inside of your core as time drew on, with each and every passing moment of Jean's large fingers raking at your sensitive spot. The toy moved against your bud at a tantalizing pace as you drew near and nearer to your climax. Your knees began to buckle inward as you inched closer to your sweet release, your legs almost closing in on Jean's arm.

"Jean," your moan is muffled behind the paisley bandana covering your mouth.

The beating of your heart echoes loudly in your ears as your heartbeat fastens. Your chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate as you begin to buckle over the edge.

But, just before you meet your climax, the buzzing from the toy dies away from your clit and at the same time, Jean's fingers slip away from deep inside of you. The look of destitute was stricken on your face as you forwarded your attention to the man who was hovering over you.

The look of desperation plastered on your face must've been comical to Jean. You'd have to make Jean pay if he found any type of amusement in your situation- luckily for Jean, he knew better than that.

Your chest continues to rise and fall in a motion of fluidity, eyes locked on the man before you, all while trying to unlock his underlying motive. The pad of Jean's thumb greets your sensitive bud, and the sudden pressure against your clit sends a jolt through your center and up your body.

'Please' you couldn't help but beg internally, not that Jean could hear you.

'Please, Jean.'

There is a slow trail of kisses that follow, starting from the base of your neck at your collarbone and up along your jawline, and finally ending at your ear.

Jean places the tip of his dick right against your clit and begins to rotate his head around your bud in a clockwise motion. Your hips shift upwards in response to feeling his member against your pussy for the first time ever. The feeling was foreign, but definitely not uninvited. Jean strokes his cock against the lips of your vagina, his tip spreading your pussy lips open and close again. Your teeth are gnawing in the red bandana that is strung through your mouth, how you wanted to say his name, how you wanted to tell him just to take you already.

"Since you can't speak right now," Jean's voice is husky and seductive in your ear, "I want your body to do all of the talking."

Jean's radiating body heat disappears whenever he pulls himself away from you. You stare wide-eyed at him, trying to grasp what was currently happening.

Before you truly process what was happening, you found yourself above and straddling Jean, your legs at either side of him as he was underneath you. Jean's hair swept back, partially covering his forehead, but the majority fell against the bed underneath him. Your palms were pressed against his torso, and getting to feel his toned abdomen felt devilish to you.

To get more comfortable, Jean adjusts his body weight and shrugs his cowboy coat off of his body. You do him the favor of helping him out of his pearl button-snap shirt. After his toned body is revealed to you, your hands immediately find their way back to his abdomen, becoming familiarized with the way how his abs felt.

"Did you know that," Jean begins to speak while his long arm extends to grab ahold of his cowboy hat that had long fallen from his head, "if a girl puts on a cowboys hat," he continues, removing the bunny ears your wore and replacing them with the cowboy hat over your head, "it means she has to ride him."

The palm of Jean's hand cups the side of your face as he looks up at you, watching you from down below to see what your next move is. As you're straddling Jean just above his cock, you knew you wanted to get revenge on him for teasing you earlier.

An inner beast unleashes from within you as you perk up and begin to rub Jean's shaft against your sensitive lips, feeling his width spread you open and close and back open in a slow sensual motion. Jean feeling your soft lips brush and grind against his member had his breathing coarse and deep. You wanted to make him pay for earlier, it was your mission. You wanted payback from him edging you whenever you were so close to release.

But, as much as you wanted to tease Jean and make him pay, it's as soon as Jean shifts his hips up slightly to help guide the tip of his cock to meet your wet opening is when you begin to cave in. You allow the tip of his dick to steep in shallowly, allowing him to get a feel of you from the inside. You adjust your hips accordingly, shifting your body so now you were grinding on his tip, his dick just so barely inside of you.

The tip pressed into your center, his width barely being in and already stretching you. Jean groans, his head pressing back against the bed as you toy with him. You would raise yourself up, peeling away from his dick, and then back down but only enough for the tip. Each time that his head was inside of you, you'd grind on it, almost in a type of twerking motion where'd you bounce on it. The friction from your pussy hugging the tip of his dick and moving at a rapid motion was driving Jean crazy. Jean holds onto your body with one hand while raking his hand through his long hair with the other.

Jean was dying to have all of you already.

You were feeling like a winner, so smug knowing the type of effect you had over Jean right now as you toyed with him. You knew he wanted you by the way how his coarse moans emitted from the back of his throat, and how his eyes would close every time it seemed like you would go a bit lower, only just to come back up and not allow him to plunge himself deep inside of you.

"Quit fucking with me already," Jean says your name breathlessly.

You shoot Jean a quizzical brow, though you knew good and well what you were doing to him. And if it weren't for the bandana tied through your mouth, you would be smirking right now at his reaction.

Jean's chin is listed as he gazes up at you through his dark brown lashes, "don't give me that, you know what you're doing. If you don't stop it already, I'll make you pay," he says more as a promise rather than a threat.

You disregard Jean's warning, you had him right where you wanted him, so why stop now? You weren't finished getting your revenge.

You apply more body weight down on Jean's dick, seeping down slightly more than you'd been doing previously. Naturally, you rake yourself up before Jean has the chance to enjoy himself by feeling more of you before you continue to grind on his head.

Your wet pussy toying with Jean sends him into a deranged state, his grip on you tightens as he is unable to bear the torture from you no longer. Jean moves his hips upward slightly, his dick thrusting into you a little more than earlier. Without any delay, you finally fold just from feeling more of his cock being inside of you.

You begin to slide down on Jean's cock, his width spreading you open as you slowly take him in. A catch in your throat follows from arousal and also from feeling him finally be inside of you.

It had been a while since you last had sex. You were trying your best to take all of him at once, but you found it slightly challenging due to his impressive size.

Jean says your name hoarsely, "I told you to stop teasing."

You lean forward, your chest almost pressing against Jean's, lifting your ass end up and then pushing yourself back down, taking him all in one go. You lean back up straight as you begin to bounce up and down on Jean's cock. His dick is drilling into your wet center as you begin to ride him wildly.

You cannot control your emotions as you are getting fucked by Jean. There are no other thoughts running through your head aside from how great Jean's cock felt, and how great it felt how Jean was fucking you like a slut.

Without any words, your body was speaking. Just as Jean wanted.

You begin to throw yourself back, up and down on his cock, your juices making his long shaft coated and slick. His cock continuously glides in and out of you with smoothness, with ease. You begin to feel greedy, you needed more and more of him. Growing desperate, you begin to whimper and whine his name through the cloth.

This only awakens something deep inside of Jean, hearing you whine his name through the bandana does something to him that just drives him crazy. Jean reaches forward, grabbing onto your left breast as he rakes in the soft flesh of your mound. Jean had to hold onto you as you rode the soul out of him, your pussy gripping onto and hugging his length with each thrust. Though he had just come from you milking him dry with your mouth, he felt himself begin to edge near.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you take me so fucking good," Jean breathes through each wild thrust.

Jean matches your pace and thrusts his hips up whenever you go down, bouncing you up and down as you ride him and bucking you up so you'd fall back down against him aggressively. You enjoyed how it felt, even if it hurt somewhat, but you didn't mind if it meant he'd feel like he was going in even deeper.

Jean isn't able to take you riding him much longer, though you were doing an excellent job riding him, he just had to fuck you for himself. During mid-thrust, Jean bites the bullet and he flips you over onto your back and begins fucking you from above. You are practically shouting out sounds of pleasure behind the bandana gag as you feel Jean's cock hit and brush against your most sensitive spot from this angle he was fucking you in. You knew that at the rate that he was going, you wouldn't be able to last much longer, mostly due to the fact that you'd already been edged earlier and your body was more than ready for release.

Your breasts are bouncing up and down as he thrusts in and out of you, putting all of his length into you with each thrust, filling you with his meaty girth, stretching your tight wet pussy out each time he is deep inside of you. Jean is holding onto your leg and holding it up as he fucks you, his cock pelting your insides relentlessly.

Your eyes are closed tightly as Jean grabs a hand full of your chest, gripping ahold of you as he fucks you. Your heartbeat was running wild in your chest as you wanted to cry from pure bliss, you'd never been fucked like this. Not from any other boyfriends you'd ever had in your life, especially not Floch.

Jean's hand that was massaging your plump mound carefully pulls upward to your throat, his other hand still holding onto your leg as he drills you. Jean's large hand meticulously grips your throat, more so closer to your jawline, which causes your chin to lift and your face to edge towards the right. Oddly enough, the pressure of Jean's grip around your throat you enjoy a great amount.

The pads of Jean's fingers sink into your sensitive skin as he tightens his grip ever so slightly. Though Jean's hand is gripping your throat, you are still able to breathe through flared nostrils.

Jean's hand doesn't stay settled on your throat for much longer as you can feel his fingers begin to claw upward. You can feel his fingertips curl around the bandana that had you gagged, and suddenly you were able to make noise as Jean pulls the bandana loose from your mouth.

"Jean," was the first thing you said as soon as you regained the ability to speak, even though your voice was shaky from pleasure.

Jean's lips crash into yours, the kiss is full of passion which has you struggling to kiss him back due to the steady moans that escape from your lips. Your legs go wild, bouncing and flailing around as Jean screws your wet pussy.

"I couldn't help myself, I had to hear you say my name," Jean himself has a difficult time speaking coherently.

Jeans bangs are covering his forehead and the light-colored strands hang in front of his eyes as he stares down at you beneath him. Both of your wrists are collected above your head and pinned against the bed by Jean.

Feeling Jean's dick thrust in and out of you, brushing against your walls and how he repeatedly hit your sweet spot was driving you crazy. His width stretched you out, but you found this to be painful bliss and you never wanted him to stop fucking you. You craved how amazing it felt having your pussy hug onto his cock.

Without intention, a sharp whine escaped from your lips, signalizing to Jean that you wanted- no, needed more of him somehow and some way. You were greedy and needed him to keep fucking you like a rag doll as you began to feel yourself edging near. With each rough thrust, you were only inching closer and closer to climax. Your insides began to tighten into knots and your heartbeat quickened in tempo.

Jean knew exactly what to do to set you off. He knew how to fuck you, and he knew how to do it well.

The lustful moans being caused by Jean fell from your mouth and flooded the room. You didn't care if your sounds of passion were heard by anyone, all you cared about was how Jean was making you feel at this particular moment.

"Please keep fucking me," you begged to the man who was above you, "please please please Jean keep fucking me," you wail to him, losing all control of yourself as you manage to hook one leg around him.

The walls of your insides tighten around Jean's length as the itch of climax draws closer. Jean, bucks his hips out of response from feeling you clench around his cock tightly. Jean groans your name in a husky tone, your tight pussy hugging his cock sending him up a wall.

"Fuck," by some means, Jean goes all out as he begins to thrust into you faster.

His hand rips away from your wrists and his fist then clenches the sheet that gripped the mattress as he pounded away at you. You instinctively flee your arms forward, wrapping one arm around Jean's neck and the other around his back, hugging onto him and pulling him closer towards you, somehow in an attempt to get even more of him inside of you.

Fresh bright red nail marks were etched in an arbitrary pattern into his back as your nails raked across his hot glowing skin. You tried to keep ahold of him, but it was a difficult task to do considering how Jean was fucking you senseless.

"J-Jean," another moan full of passion escapes from your parted lips, "I can't, I can't take it much longer. I think I'm about to cum," you warned Jean as you felt yourself finally about to buckle from the pleasure.

Again, Jean's lips crash against yours after he hears your confession. His cock is relentlessly hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly like there was no end. You felt your core ache and a bunch of nerves began to unravel as you finally begin to reach the point of no return.

Your pussy is gripping onto Jean's cock while the weight from his body is pressing against your sensitive clit. You couldn't have moaned Jean's name any louder than you did as the pressure sends you over the edge into a downward spiral as you finally cum around Jean's cock. Your pussy throbbing and gripping onto Jean's dick the tightest it has before as you ride the wave of pleasure out.

Feeling how tight you were around his cock is what triggers Jean to finally release right at the same time as you. Jean moans a few curses under his coarse breath, along with saying your name as he continues to thrust deep into you.

If you thought Jean was done with you, you were sadly mistaken.

Jean doesn't stop there as he drops your leg from his right hand and his thumb touches your wet clit. The pad of this thumb circles around your bud in a counterclockwise motion as he manages to continue fucking you even though he had already come.

"Jean," you whined as he was relentlessly sending you overboard with pleasure.

Jean's thumb is swiping away in sloppy circles around your sensitive clit as he is still thrusting long strides deep inside of you. The immense pleasure was torture, practically unbearable, but it was torture that you loved to feel. Quickly, the same bundle of nerves began to build up in your core once again. You were at the weight of Jean's mercy as his thumb swirled around your clit and his dick still buried deep inside of you. You cried out to Jean for another time as you ruptured over his cock for a second time.

There was a sharp ringing sound that flooded your ears and you could feel your heart thumping away sporadically in your chest. Your weight was now completely relaxed into the mattress underneath you while all feeling in your legs and lower body had gone completely numb and inoperable.

Both you and Jean struggled to catch your breath. Your heart still running rampant in your chest as you turn to look at Jean who'd just finally collapsed to the left side of you. His hands were running through his hair, partially grabbing onto his locks as he tried to collect his composure.

Your breathing was heavy and the air that surrounded both you and Jean was thick with passion. Jean's naked chest is warm and firm and muscular even though he was more on the lean side. There was a small sprinkle of chest hair that speckled his chest which was the perfect amount, it matched him so you thought.

Almost as if Jean could tell that you were staring at him, he turns his head to look at you, his pale-colored eyes make eye contact with you instantly. Immediately, the corners of his mouth are pinned into a sly smile, and you couldn't help but grin in response to him smiling at you.

You noticed that his hair was dampened from sweat from the rigorous activity you two just participated in. Just by looking at Jean, you couldn't imagine what it is the current state you appeared to be in. You knew your makeup had to have been long ruined, and you didn't even want to get into how your hair looked.

Suddenly, you began to feel embarrassed.

You nuzzle your face into your left shoulder as a way to cover yourself while still managing to peer at Jean through your lashes. Your left hand is holding onto your right elbow as you stare at him. The exhausted man looked at you with question written all over his face.

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"Jean's voice is soft and worn out, "do you need something? I can go get you something to drink, I don't mind."

"No," you admit, "I am okay, Jean, I'm just embarrassed because I realized that I probably look like a total train wreck right now."

"I don't see an issue with how you look right now," there is no trace of uncertainty in his voice, "not at all."

There is something about the way how he said it is what gets you to lift your head, revealing your face. Jean smiles at you, his hair falling over his brow as he stares at you intently. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel Jean's hand rake over your hip at a smooth sensual pace. And naturally, you lean into him and the two of you begin to share a soft passionate kiss.

The sound of your cell phone chiming a whimsical tune is what breaks you and Jean's intimate moment. But not just any whimsical tune.

Your eyes widen as you buck back realizing who it is that was calling you.

Ymir.

You flounder around trying to find the source from where your cell phone was ringing in order to locate the device. Jean asks you what all of the panic is about as he tries to help you find your phone.

"It's Ymir," is all you say and it seems like Jean catches your drift of worrisome.

"Here you go," Jean says as he thankfully finds the cell phone and hands it right over to you.

'Thank you' you mouth to him as you quickly answer the call, resulting in a smile from Jean.

"Hello-"

Ymir greats you only by saying your name, "are you okay?"

"Uhm yes, why, what's up? Of course, I'm okay," you watch as Jean quietly gets up from your bed and begins to adjutant himself and put himself together.

"I was calling because it was late and wanted to check in on you, me and Historia are running behind later than we thought after our date. Did you make it back safe from the party alright?"

"Yes, I made it back safe almost an hour ago," you sit up straight, hugging your comforter close against your body as you watch Jean buckle his pants at his hips, "I was actually about to go to sleep before you called me."

"That's good," you can hear Historia say something in the background of the phone call, "you didn't walk alone all by yourself did you?"

"No, I didn't, I had a friend nice enough to walk me to the dorm and drop me off so that way I didn't have to walk alone so late at night," you didn't want to necessarily lie to Ymir, but you didn't want to explain to her that Jean had walked you back to the room and railed you either.

You can see Jean smiling, listening in on the conversation between you and Ymir as he is silently putting his boots on.

"Sounds like a good deal," Ymir says, "well, Historia and I will be back at the dorm in about fifteen minutes at most if you happen to still be awake by then."

"I can't make any promises, I am feeling super tired."

"Kay, see you soon then maybe."

"Please be safe getting back," you say before ending the call with Ymir.

That is when full fledge panic seeps in.

"What's-" Jean cannot even finish asking his question before you interrupt him.

"Ymir and Historia will be back here in fifteen minutes max," you frantically look at the area, noticing how much your side of the room looked a wreck, "and my room is a wreck and I still need to shower and you need be out of here before they come back because- wait no I'm sorry I didn't mean it like-"

Jean saying your name in a calm manner is what snaps you out of your frenzied state, "it will all be okay, just worry about getting in and out of the shower as quickly as possible, I can handle the rest here."

"Are you sure, Jean?" You ask, getting up from your bed while keeping yourself covered with your comforter.

"The clock is ticking," Jean plucks a robe from off of your desk chair and hands it to you so that way you're not having to hold the blanket around you, "here, put this on," Jean's voice is soft when he is speaking to you.

"Thank you, Jean," you manage to say before scrambling to throw your fluffy robe on and locating your shower caddy along with your shower shoes.

Just as soon as you go to pass through your bedroom door to leave for the shower with a robe on, shower shoes on, and bath caddy in hand, Jean grabs ahold of your wrist to stop you from going any further. You stare up at the tall man as he towers over you, his bright eyes lock onto yours and you are incapable of moving while under his trance.

Jean reaches forward and collects the side of your face into his hand, his palm is warm and inviting, and you couldn't help but melt into his touch. Jean leans his face forward, planting a subtle kiss on your lips, his thumb raking over your cheek delicately.

His soft lips are away from yours sooner than you'd like, "I wanted to tell you goodnight in case this is the last time I see you this evening."

"Oh," the thought of saying goodbye to Jean made your heart twinge with sadness, though you knew you'd have to say goodbye to him at some point, "goodnight, Jean," you wanted to find more words to say to him, but you knew that time was of the essence.

"Goodnight," Jean says your name with a honeyed smile, "now go get in the shower. As I said earlier, I have everything from here."

You make sure you tell Jean thank you and goodnight one more time before exiting the room and heading to the bathroom.

Jean's smiling face is still vividly in your head as you journey back to your room fresh out of the shower. As if you were still expecting to see Jean standing there in the last spot you saw him in, your heart drops whenever you push through the door to see that his presence was missing. Your side of the room is neat and organized, unlike how it was when you last saw it. You close the door behind you, entering deeper into the room while admiring the good work Jean had accomplished in such a short amount of time.

The room is dark and the only source of light is coming from both your small desk lamp and your plug-in wax warmer that was also located on your desk. Though the room is dim, you notice how the bed is nicely made and all of the clothes from the costume you had worn were neatly folded and set at the foot of your bed since Jean more than likely had no clue as to where to put your dirty laundry.

An unexpected wave of sadness crashes over you as you approach your desk and click the lamp off. You wore a heavy heart as you climb into your bed, nudging the dirty clothes off of the foot of the bed and onto the floor. You'd pick them up in the morning.

You couldn't help but feel upset due to the fact that you weren't able to speak to Jean about how everything went, about how you shared such an intimate moment together. There wasn't a good opportunity to talk about the experience that you two shared together. You wanted to, and you would've talked to him about it if it weren't for the phone call you received from Ymir. You couldn't help but wonder how Jean was feeling about the two of you having sex with one another.

These types of questions ran circles through your head even though you didn't want to think negatively at a time like this. It's not like you could have them answered right now anyway.

You wanted to spend more time with him, you wanted to share the tender moment with him for just a little while longer, and to just be in his presence. On the inside, you couldn't help but feel a little yucky, it felt like you'd been used in a weird way considering how fast Jean had to get out of there. But you knew deep down that wasn't the case, had things been different you knew that Jean would've stayed with you longer.

You let out a shallow sigh as you nuzzled into your comforter, telling yourself over and over that you are reading way too far into things and that it's not that deep.

You collect your phone that had been placed on your nightstand by Jean and tap the screen to awaken the device in order to check your phone. Seeing three recent messages from Jean makes your mind feel more at ease, and also puts a subtle smile on your face.

Today 01:04

Jean: Hey I wanted to let you know that I had a great time tonight Jean: I really hope that I get to see you again sometime soon. Maybe you'll bump into me later?

Jean: Just kidding about that bump-in part, have a good night

Reading the messages Jean had sent you while you were away in the shower set your mind at ease, you were no longer thinking of those thoughts and questions that ailed you. You quickly type a message out to Jean telling him thank you again along with one more goodnight message before locking your phone and placing the device beside your pillow. Almost instantly, your phone vibrates, and you could only guess that it had to have been from Jean. You told yourself that you would check his message in the morning.

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the last one (haha who am i kidding, i'm never done w. you), i promise. may i pls pls pls request an aot fic with a jealous jean x reader (i said what i said). can be angst, can be smut, can be whatever u like babey the world is ur oyster. bonus points if it includes strawberries and wine somehow. wink wink.

My love, I have had you waiting for this for like a month. I'm so sorry. Again, I don't know why time gets away from me so easily. I see your jealous!jean and I raise you an arranged relationship/contract marriage au with a jealous!jean. I had a really rough weekend so this was an attempt at distracting myself. I wanted it to be better than this!! But I don't think you would sit down for 12k of this. Maybe another time. So I limited the word count down to 4.5k lmao.

Please enjoy. Oh, yes, I included your requests for strawberries and wine *winks* You know I can't say no to you.

A Messy Inconvenience

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN X FEM READER | NSFW WORD COUNT: 4.5k CONTENT WARNING: profanity because Jean has a tiny bit of a potty mouth, lots and lots of groping, dry humping, alcohol consumption (would it be a fic I wrote if they weren't drinking to some degree??? i think not), nipple play, lots of teasing, jealous possessive jean likes to do a lot of biting and marking, even if frankly he has no right to be jealous, he is a HYPOCRITE, that should be a warning, also jean does whatever he wants then acts like he did nothing, so another warning, he throws dishes in sinks and breaks them, another warning, the man breaks every domestic law and rule, i will fight him A SUMMARY: Jean and Y/N are in a marriage of convenience, and have been for several months. There is no reason for feelings to be involved, but when someone decides to hit on Y/N at the gym--Jean has to come to terms with emotions he has no power to control.

An arrangement of convenience should always remain that: a convenience.

Four months had passed since you first walked through his door, carrying very little in your arms. When he had asked you about the rest of your possessions you had smiled—tight lipped, abashedly, almost secretive. I didn't have much to begin with, you had said. I'll just consider this a fresh start. It had always been this way. He had met you in college, as you walked down the corridor with your head in the clouds, carrying photocopies from course books you couldn't afford.

His chest was solid when you ran into him, papers scattering into the air like tinted flower petals reminding you—one by one—that you didn't belong at that school, no matter how hard you tried. He still remembers the hole on your slip on shoes, and the way the peek of the purple sock teased him. He still remembers the flush on your cheeks, the watery pathetic look in your eyes as if you had been holding back from crying all day long. He still remembers the way they laughed at your patched up backpack, and how you held your head high.

And he remembers the way it filled him with fiery rage, how it consumed him and prodded him to want to burn the whole establishment down—just like now. He watches quietly as he sits upright on the bench. His fingers curled into fists, gripping so tightly his clipped fingernails threaten to piece skin. There's a man next to you, smiling down at you with a lecherous sheen to his eyes. Jean does his best to sit still, to stretch his arms above his head and not picture himself ripping his eyeballs out. His hand touches your elbow, and Jean stands up, reasoning yelling in the back of his mind to grab his attention.

The contract flashes through his mind's eyes, taking precedence over his anger.

An arrangement of convenience should remain a convenience. Your lives were meant to be lived in privacy, without the meddling interference from each other. Those were rules strictly discussed and agreed upon. Jean's mouth twists into a scowl at the memory of his signature, neatly scribbled at the end of the paper—the same one that he kept a copy of in the drawer of his nightstand.

You had every right to entertain that idiot if you liked—even if Jean thought he looked like he couldn't count past ten. You had every right to smile back, the way you did, and laugh at whatever joke he had just said. You had every right to live a life away from him, as long as you came back home every night, to sleep in your own bed, in your own room.

He grabs a towel, and sprays sanitizer on the bench, finding cleaning his own sweat infinitesimally more productive than to focus on the bitter jealousy gnawing at the pit of his stomach. Jean knows he has no leg to stand on, no right to stride up to you and swat his hand away. He has no right to feel cheated, or uneasy—to feel like you're being tugged away from his fingers.

But he does, so he spins in place and walks towards you, feet slamming down on the gym mats—muffling his anger. He tries to think of excuses to give, something or anything that would make him sound less pathetic than he felt. He is within earshot when he hears you.

“No, I won't go with you,” you say flatly, your gaze is pointed as you blink. “I'm married,” you tell the man. Jean is surprised when he feels your hands on his bicep. The way your fingernails softly dig into his flesh remind him that this moment is real. It's not just another fantasy that plagued him at night while he laid in bed skin slick with his own sweat. This was you, standing your ground. This was you, holding on to him.

At the moment it didn't matter whether he was just an excuse for you to push away unwanted attention. Jean stares the man down who looks appropriately abashed before his mouth twists in anger. Jean feels his own mouth water. The words are cocked on his tongue but you're pulling away, leading him towards the exit and down the stairs. They fizzle and die out in smoke with every step taken.

He had hoped the heat of the shower would wash it all way. His hair sticks to his forehead under the shower head. Eyes closed, water running over his skin, he tilts his face to the ceiling in hopes that thoughts of you would evaporate from his mind and follow the steam away from his body. Instead, you envelop him in your heated cloudiness. He sees the band of your sports bra digging into the soft flesh of your torso. He can picture, in annoyingly perfect detail, the sweat that clung to the small of your back, the way drops drifted lower until they disappeared into your spandex. The same spandex that had made him uncomfortably tight in his gym shorts when he saw you bend at the knees for a squat.

Jean stays in the shower long enough for his fingers to prune. He stays until thoughts of you turn hazy, less significant. When he makes it out of the shower with wet hair, a towel around his shoulders he sees you coming out of your room, and into the kitchen. His eyes track your movements, a predatory hunger prowling inside him like a caged animal. Jean coughs into a closed fist; a sad attempt at composure. Your curls are wet, soft ringlets sticking closer to your skull than he is used to. He is used to seeing them wild, and bouncy, swaying with every move you make—but this sight isn't unappealing either.

Your pajama shorts are, frankly, a bit too short for polite company. Jean tilts his head in barely restrained admiration as you move towards the fridge and bend over to reach for something in the back. Ass cheeks taunt him as they peek out from under the legs' hemline. Your white t shirt is snug over your chest, and see through enough he can almost picture every detail on your bra.

Jean swallows thickly and drops himself on the couch—the same spot he always occupies as you cook.

It's where he can watch you the best. It's usually innocent, almost pure but tonight Jean feels filthy as he takes in your silhouette. He can't stand the sight of your hair, the way you keep brushing it away from your face with an impassive hand. He can smell your shampoo—imagine it. He had smelled it enough times when you got too close; the scent of coconut and vanilla. He is irritated at how accurately his mind can recall it, how he can recall the back of your neck and how badly he had wanted to kiss it then. Jean licks his lips.

He wanted to kiss it still. Badly.

Jean is still irate when he sits down for dinner. His body is tense from the constant clenching of muscle. His jaw hurts, but he chews anyway, not wanting to appear ungrateful. Your mouth; however, is treacherous. A sinful siren leading him to murky waters. You wrap it around each morsel, and around your fork, as if he was made of wet paper; wafer thin. Jean swallows his desires with a swig of wine. He did not often drink, much less wine, but you had insisted; another month in faux marital bliss.

You had a strange sense of humor he couldn't help but entertain. It pissed him off to no end.

The wine is sweet on his tongue, and he wonders if it's the same for you as you throw your head back, determined to get every last drop in your glass. Your tongue dips around the rim of it, throat exposed for his devious eyes to take in. Jean shakes his head, pretending his brown hair is in the way of his eyes. In reality, he's trying to shake your hold off his mind. He's trying to dislodge the imagery of that man at the gym running his tongue up the column of your throat. Jean blinks, a heat over his eyes as he finds the hollow of your neck, and fights the urge that blooms inside of him.

He wants to kiss you there, on the soft flesh that connects your shoulder and neck. He wants to follow up the trail to just under your ear, and he wants to mark you time and time again; a signature left on skin drawn with blood and teeth.

Jean bites down on his last morsel of dinner and barely misses his tongue. He is nauseated by his own desires. He thinks there might be something innately wrong with him and the way he wants to pull you up to the table and rip your clothes off, so he can fuck you before the desire kills him first.

He thinks he hears your voice saying his name in ecstasy in his ear, loud and clear, so he slaps his hand on the table in an attempt to make a louder sound. His blood rushing to his ears, beating against the walls of his sanity, threaten to drown out your voice.

“Are you okay?” you ask him, brows drawn together in confusion. Jean shakes his head, and smiles—soft laughter following his gesture.

“There was a mosquito,” he lies with ease, wiping an already clean hand with a napkin. He sees your eyes narrow, and sees doubt peek from behind the brown in them but he ignores it. Jean had bigger, bolder things to worry about—like the sudden erection in his pants. He moves his hips in the seat, trying his best to adjust himself under the table without using his hands. It doesn't work. It especially doesn't work once you have decided you're done with entree of the night and move on to dessert.

Strawberries had never seemed like a poisoned fruit before but Jean starts to question reality when your white teeth bite down on the bright red flesh of one. Juice spills over your bottom lip, a faint red that trails down your chin. You hurriedly bring up a hand, collecting the drips on the crook of your palm. Jean breathes out noisily through his nostrils, a rogue hand going to his crotch where he palms his erection. To adjust, he lies to himself, to push it down in a way that would not pain him, but the stroke of his hand only reminds him of what he is missing.

Your fingers—the ones that grasp another berry and another berry. Your lips—the ones that suck the whip cream right off the red tip of another strawberry.

His breathing is barely controlled, and he feels heat slide up his neck and face; lust filled fingers seeking to gauge his eyes out. The same eyes that refuse to let you go. They follow you as you move to carry dishes to the sink. He doesn't know when he does it, but he stands up nonetheless, as if he is tethered to you by an invisible string. He follows you into the kitchen, his own empty dishes in his hands.

“You know,” you start, placing the dishes in the sink. You're full, and content, but it wouldn't be right to finish dinner without at least bickering once with Jean before bedtime. Also, it helped to ease the tension that flooded your body at the feel of his presence. He was standing closely behind you. Too close.Enough to make your heart race. “Since I cooked dinner yet again, the least you can do is do the dishes.”

You turn around, determined to laugh your way out of this situation. Jean's arms are around you, plates clattering in the sink as he drops them in haphazardly. The noise is sharp and it fills your ears as Jean's mouth clashes against yours. There's a gasp in the back of your throat, one you swallow promptly when he pushes against your lips. The kiss is tight lipped, forceful. His hand is searing against your skin where he grips the back of your neck, thick strong fingers digging into your flesh. His free arm curls around your waist, and he pulls you in close, crushing you against his wide chest. A flush blankets you when you feel his hard on press against the softness of your belly.

Jean thinks he might suffocate. His shoulders stiffen as he keeps his mouth on yours, trying to weigh your reaction. He thinks he should wait for a sign from you, anything that will grant him access to the inside of your mouth to find the tongue that teased him time and time again earlier. He thinks he should practice patience but the scent of your breath heavy with the sweetness from the white whine threatens to intoxicate him; to strip him from whatever meager remains of inhibitions populated his mind and body.

Your eyes flutter open and close. There is heat at the pit of your belly. You're aware of this feeling making you tremble. You're aware of the embarrassing throb between your legs, the tell tale sign of rushing blood in a state of arousal. Your body wants his, and it only makes his erection all the more evident. You're not sure if you should return his kiss, but you find yourself pressing tighter against him, eager to see what would happen if you wiggle in his embrace; tease him just a tiny bit.

As you slip your hands over his chest, your lips break away. Jean slots his mouth against yours, his tongue slipping in between your sweetened lips. In a rare moment of tenderness, Jean brushes his tongue against yours, urging goosebumps to run their course over your brown skin. You gasp in his embrace, and it was all the incentive he needed. He didn't have to think anymore. He could just take.

So he claims your tongue as his—sucks on it with greed he tried to hide with pretenses and lies. His hands go rogue, they act recklessly as they smooth down your back and grasp fistfuls of the tender flesh of your ass. Jean sucks on your bottom lip, groaning as his hands keep moving. They slide over your hips, and over your belly until they find your breasts. He is nipping at the corners of your mouth, mumbling things you don't catch while he kneads your tits. You are too preoccupied by the building wetness between your legs to care about the words he's trying to say. From experience, you know it's nothing important. Jean had the innate ability to talk the most crap when you needed him to the least.

You don't respond, and it upsets him. So he pushes you against the sink. You cry out as the edge digs into your backside. Jean picks you up by the waist and places you back down on top of the edge of the sink. You mumble something about the faucet and Jean reaches around you, blindly as he is sucking on your tongue, to move the faucet around—anything so you'd stop complaining, so you'd stop interrupting him. Your taste floods his mouth; strawberries and wine, a combination he knows he'll never be able to recover from now. Your tongue marks him everywhere it touches, tattoos of memories digging into the skin of his jaw, down the column of his throat.

His fingers are tangled in your curls. Jean grunts when you bite down on his neck, tugging at sensitive skin. He pulls you close, tightly, as if that would help ease you under his skin. Your mouth is unforgiving, and Jean lets you go as you suck on the hollow of his neck, feeling his grip on you becoming elusive. He can't contain you or this heat slowly building in the kitchen. You are an arsonist and he is an abandoned building, too tempting, too lonesome and swallowed by darkness for you not to set on fire, to not stand back and watch as the flames eviscerate its foundations into dust.

So you dig your teeth into his skin, time and time again in your path for revenge. You leave a mark for every smart quip he threw your way, for every time he laughed sarcastically at something you said. His hand slams on the door of the cupboard above you. You look up, startled, eyes clouded with lust. His dark lashes obscure the flame behind his eyes, but you see the glistening saliva on his bottom lip, and the flush of his cheeks. You see his chest rising and falling, hear the rattling of his breath and in that moment you know that Jean Kirschtein is a beast barely contained.

He is a hunter seeking to be reformed but salivating at the chance of one more kill.

His body is trembling, fighting the urge. You look so decadent underneath him, trapped between him and the kitchen sink. Your neck is marred by angry teeth, and a hungry mouth. His mouth stretches into a lazy lopsided grin. That had been his doing, and he should feel no satisfaction. He had no right and no reason except that he just wanted to. Just like he just wanted to pull your shorts down, and push your panties to the side and fuck you right there and then, on the sink, with the dirty dishes behind your ass.

A newfound breath in his lungs he goes back to your mouth, a stupid moth to a burning flame. In his mind, somewhere small and dark, he knows he should stop kissing you. He knows he should end things here before they become more complicated, before you hate him in the morning. He knows this, but his body no longer belongs to him. He thinks, in agony and in lust, that maybe it belonged to you now as you slip your hands under his shirt and run your nails down his back. He hisses into your mouth, a small groan reminding him of his hardened cock. Jean thinks of pulling away but the moment his lips are not on yours, he sees that man again—that fucking ugly face smiling down at you. If your tongue is not in his mouth he thinks about him, kissing you. If his tongue is not pressed flush against the pulse of your neck, if he's not feeling your erratic heartbeat reminding him of the throbbing of his cock—he thinks of that bastard, running his hands all over your body, pulling moan after moan from you.

He groans again as he kisses you, too much teeth and tongue, too much passion to the point you cry out when he bites down too hard; he tastes blood as he licks your bottom lip in apology. He must have lost his mind, he thinks, as he licks it again and again until he can't taste copper anymore, until you grow softer, more pliable in his embrace.

His hands are under your shirt, fingers slipping under your bra. You cry out as he pinches hardened nipples. His tongue is back on your neck, and he kisses over the marks already left, and sucks where he thinks it is too light; not stark enough. He signs over them, again and again, as he twists his fingers, causing you to moan.

“Jean” you breathe out, your trembling hands going to his wrists. You hold on to them loosely, as he continues to tease your breasts. You bite down on a whimper, and almost lose your resolve when he looks down at you through his dark and thick lashes. “Why are you like this?” Suddenly, she wanted to add, but Jean's hands are relentless. His gaze is unwavering as he watches you squirm under his touch. In all honesty, he wanted to tell you. He wanted to confess the times he had thought about you this way, responding to his touch so eagerly that he'd wake up in a sweat, aroused by the ghost of your scent in his sweatshirt.

Still, he couldn't tell you. Not now. Maybe never.

“Service,” he pants out, brushing his thumbs against your nipples. You arch your back at his touch, a soft lewd song humming in the back of your mouth. “Consider it a service for you making dinner.”

He pushes his hips against yours as he curls his fingers around your throat. His hold on you is tight, almost suffocating. You gasp both at the feel of his erection, mercilessly rubbing against your heated cunt, and at the pressure he builds with his fingers. Your eyes flutter close, another soft moan filling your mouth. Jean thinks he's at his limit, but he ignores it. He pushes past it with every thrust of his hips, seeking out every sound you can give him; every moan, sigh, and whimper he can collect. He stores them in the back of his mind for later, for when his bed feels cold and empty.

A heat swirls at the pit of your stomach. It goes around in circles, tighter and tighter each time. You're familiar with the sensation, enough that it makes your toes curl in anticipation. You gasp and shout, holding on to Jean with one clammy hand. Your other shoots out behind you as you shout in surprise when one particular thrust rubs against your sensitive nub just right.

“I'm gonna cum!” you yelp as his face comes towards you. He's chuckling in your ear, and your hand moves again without you realizing it—your body's own way of trying to ground itself from the flight of ecstasy. Your fingers graze metal, and you hear the running water. Your breathing is harsh against your own ears. Jean is laughing again as you feel him reach around you. You feel something wet and cold splash against your back and you jump in his arms.

Jean pushes against you, one hand clamped tightly around one hip. “Easy, you'll fall off,” he says against your temple, a small smile stretching his swollen lips. You dig your nails into his shoulders, wanting to bring him back to the more pressing matter. You had been so close and he had slowed the speed of his hips, causing small jittery motions of your body every time your oversensitive clit received friction.

“Why did you stop?” you ask him, but his eyes are unfocused. His jaw is set, and he looks everywhere but at your eyes. You feel his gaze on your mouth, and your neck. You feel him staring at your chest. He is reaching around you, holding his hands under the running water. He brings them towards you, and slides them over your chest over and over until it soaks through your t shirt. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth as you watch him. He is laser focused. The sight of white teeth pushing down on a berry colored bottom lip shouldn't be so arousing. You consider suing or at the very least writing a strongly worded letter, affronted at how wet it made you; wetter even.

It was starting to become embarrassing how much you craved him at that moment. You whimper when he wets his hands again, and slides them under your shirt. They're cold against your overheated back, fingers unclasping the bra. You narrow your eyes as he expertly reaches through your sleeves, pulls down the straps with your help, and tugs the bra off from the front—as if he's done this before, many many times.

You don't want to think about it. In fact, you hate that you are, even as your nipples are erect. You bite your tongue in hopes of staving off petty jealous things you want to ask and say. You don't get to expend too much energy in that endeavor. Jean never ceases to surprise you, and he commands your attention by grasping your breasts over your t shirt.

His mouth hangs open as he watches, amazed at the sight of the brown areola peeking through the wet fabric; translucent and teasing. You feel you should say something now, while you still can but the words never make it out. His mouth is back on you, on your breasts as he sucks on the nipples through your shirt. His kisses are gentle at first, testing, exploratory His curiosity becomes hungrier, slightly feral. Jean feels himself go blind as he sucks on your nipples, teeth grazing the t shirt until his own skin prickles from the sensation.

You egg him on, thrashing in place, seeking out his hips time and time again with yours. He feels your wetness through your underwear and straight through your shorts. He groans as he sucks loudly, his hands finding your ass. He brings you closer to his hips, moves them against you, feeling sickeningly satisfied with himself. It is him that's making you unravel, and it is him that has you here in disarray, shirt soaked through with a mixture of water and his saliva.

And it is his hair, your fingers tangle up in, and it is his name you call out when you cum, time and time again.

When you come down from your high, when your hips stop moving so viciously against his throbbing cock, Jean finds the will to pull away. He stands away from you, a small amount of drool oozing down his chin. He wipes at it casually with the back of one hand. His gaze is heavy, and his face is flushed in a way that makes you self conscious of your own.

“I'm gonna rest for a bit,” he tells you as he takes another step backwards. Your eyes flit from his face, to his abused bottom lip. You can't help when it drifts lower, to the obvious bump in his sweatpants. Jean turns away from you, and starts walking away from the kitchen and down the corridor towards his bedroom.“I'll do the dishes later, so don't fucking touch them,” he says as he pauses midway to twist his torso. His finger is pointing at you. You're enthralled by the way he frowns at you, at how casually he has changed the subject, as if he wasn't desperately rubbing his cock against you seconds ago. “That's my job, okay?”

He leaves you on the sink, the water running behind you. You startle and jump to turn it off, a shaking hand grasping the metal knob tightly. You try to ignore the slick sensation between your legs, how cold the shirt felt against your hot skin. You try to ignore the sick feeling taking over your chest, and how uneasy you felt now that Jean was gone. Now that his mouth and his hands weren't goading you into orgasm, your mind felt slightly clearer.

You shouldn't have done that.

An arrangement of convenience should remain that: a convenience. Entertaining this, whatever it was, would only make this complicated; a messy inconvenience. You set your jaw, and your convictions and decide that tomorrow morning, when your mind wasn't clouded by the phantom kisses Jean had dropped on your skin, you'll have a serious talk with him.

Lines needed to be drawn clearly in the dirt, in blood, or whatever it took.

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