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fatalxity · 11 days

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༊*·˚ summary: you go crying to your best friend, jean, when you find your boyfriend cheating with another girl at a party. but don’t worry, jean finds a way to make you feel better.

༊*·˚ contains: college au!jean kirstein x fem!reader, college au!eren yeager x reader (he’s your ex), mentions of drinking, cunnilingus, car sex, pet names (princess, baby), m!dom, f!sub, friends to lovers, squirting, hurt/comfort if you squint, swearing

༊*·˚ a/n: i definitely got carried away with this one. (i’m not projecting i swear)… also, this one’s a little lengthy, so my bad. lmk if yall want a part 2. THIS IS UNEDITED! as always, MDNI on this one and i hope you enjoy ;)!!

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story below the cut!!

You’d been looking for your boyfriend, Eren, at the frat party the two of you were attending for an hour and a half now. Weaving between sweaty, intoxicated bodies to get to your mutual friend, asking him the same question you’d already asked a dozen people that night.

“Have you seen Eren? He’s not answering any of my calls,” you half-shouted over the shitty house music, cheap liquor on your breath.

Reiner looked confused as you asked him, swirling his drink around in the small plastic cup. He furrowed his brows as he slurred, “You two’re still together?”

You deadpanned at him, “How drunk are you? I came here with him, we’re fine.”

“Well shit, he went upstairs with some red-headed chick an hour ago,” Reiner motioned to the stairs, cup in hand.

It took you a little bit, but you found which room they were in. You could hear your boyfriend’s voice and a girl’s muffled mewls. You seethed, swinging the door open, too intoxicated to care what you were about to see.

Rage boiled over inside of you. Your fists were clenched at your sides as the two of them turned to you, the red-headed girl bent over in front of him. She covered herself in the thin sheet on the bed, face flushed red.

“Y/n, wait,” Eren climbed off of the girl, putting his clothes back on, “Baby, I can explain,”

He tried reasoning with you, but there was no way in hell he was going to come back from this. You slapped him across the face, screaming profanities at him before pushing him away again, “Is all I’ve done for you still not enough?! You need to fuck other bitches so you can feel good about yourself? We’re done.”

Unbeknownst to the both of you, the music had been turned down, half of the party watching all the drama unfold.

Eren was holding the side of his face with his hand as you screamed at him some more, not letting him speak for even a second. His mouth was open as if he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Your rage turned into sadness, fat tears streaming down your face as you turned and pushed through the mass of drunk young adults down the stairs.

Jean was at the bottom of the stairs, a bottle of cheap beer in each hand. His jaw clenched as he watched the whole thing unfold. He was your best friend. He always thought about how good he’d treat you, way better than Eren ever would, if only he had you.

It was so obvious to everybody that Jean was absolutely infatuated with you. Well, everybody else except for you. Maybe that’s why he and Eren hated each other, why Eren was always mad at you for hanging out with Jean alone, (of course he projected and assumed you were cheating).

On your way down, you ran into Jean before shoving the front door open to leave. He immediately ran after you. Cold air hit his face as soon as he stepped outside, wind blowing his hair into his face.

Jean spotted you sitting on the curb in front of the house, head in your hands. You were freezing, the tiny dress you wore doing you no justice to keep you warm. You didn’t care. As long as you were out of that house.

“Can I join you?” a familiar voice behind you, Jean. You nodded, gaze on your feet as tears fell from your pretty eyes. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, holding you close as your body shook from each sob you let out. You leaned into his warmth, his scent.

“I did everything I could and it was never enough,” you mumbled against his chest, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Eren’s an asshole. He’s ungrateful and he doesn’t know how amazing you are,” Jean pulled you away so you could look at him, “You’re so beautiful and you do so much for the people you love and I love that about you. He never deserved you.”

You were stunned. He seemed to be stunned at his own words as well, his face flushing a shade of pink at the intoxicated confession.

“You really think so?” you sniffled, smiling for the first time all night. Jean wiped the last of the tears off of your face with his thumbs, nodding.

“Can I kiss you?”

Somehow you ended up in the back of his car with him parked not too far from the party. The only light was from the streetlight above, casting shadows on his pretty face.

You were straddling his lap as he peppered kisses all over your face, pulling away to get a good look at you above him, “You’re so pretty,”

Jean’s hands slid up the back of your thighs, massaging the bare flesh with his hands, leaning up to pull you into another sultry, messy open-mouthed kiss.

His scent was intoxicating, you couldn’t get enough of him. You melted into his gentle, sensual touch. You felt as one of his hands tugged on the bottom hem of your silky dress, looking up at you, “Can I?”

You hummed, nodding your head. As Jean hiked up your dress to your hips, he groaned under his breath. No panties.

You giggled, leading kisses from his mouth down to the crook of his neck. You could feel him growing harder against your thigh. He slipped one of his hands from your thigh down to your dripping sex, reaching down to collect your arousal and rub it over your clit.

Jean watched as your breath hitched in your throat before letting out a soft whimper, your hands planted on his shoulders.

“So I’m guessing this is okay?” he asked you, his fingers working faster on your clit. You nodded, eyes fluttering shut, mouth hanging open in a silent moan.

Just as you’re about to reach your climax, he stops, setting you down with his head between your thighs, “Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Please don’t stop,” you breathed, hiking up your dress a little more. The way Jean touched you was completely different than how Eren did. He held you like you were the most delicate thing in the world, looked at you like he’d never seen beauty like yours, wanted to make you feel amazing. Eren, on the other hand, saw your body, like every other girl’s. He used you like his personal sex toy, and yes, it felt amazing sometimes, but all the time? No.

He never showed you how beautiful he thought you were, he never held you as if you were going to break. He wanted to break you. Not for you, but for him.

Jean planted wet kisses down your thighs, not once breaking eye contact. You could feel his hot breath against your dripping cunt as your hand reached for his hair. He licked a stripe up your slit, sending shivers down your spine.

He pulled away for a second, admiring how easily you were wet for him. He dove back in, practically making out with your clit. Jean ate you like you were his last meal. You arched your back, curses and moans of his name leaving your parted lips.

You could feel him chuckle against your cunt, sending vibrations through your core. His hands gripped your thighs and pushed them apart to your sides, groping the plush flesh of them.

You felt white-hot heat build up in your core as he slipped two fingers into you, curling to hit the spots that you couldn’t yourself. Your head lolled back as he moved his fingers in and out of you, squelching sounds filling the car.

“Fuck, feels s’good Jean, ‘m close,” you whined, hand grabbing on a fistful of his hair.

“You’re doing so good, princess,” he pulled away from your pussy, still staring into your eyes as he fucked you with his fingers, “Cum for me,”

It only took him latching back onto your clit for you to release all over his fingers and chin, head spinning as he rides you through your orgasm. Whines and whimpers leave your mouth as you clench around his fingers.

Jean only kept lapping at your cunt, leaving you seeing stars. His fingers pumped in and out of you at the same pace if not faster as you pulled on the fistful of his hair.

Your legs shook and threatened to close on his head as you neared your second orgasm, slurring out his name and praises. Your chest rising and falling rapidly, letting out a loud whine as you came hard on his chin and fingers.

He pulled away, astonished at the mess you’d made in his backseat. He placed kisses from your tummy all the way up to your lips, kissing you passionately and holding you softly.

“You feel better?” Jean asked, a shit-eating grin painting his lips.

“Yes, ‘m sorry for the mess,” you breathed, your hands running up his chest as he kisses you.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” he pulls the stray hairs away from your face, “You wanna come back to my place?”

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