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bleach-your-panties · 6 months

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victory ride - jean kirchstein x black!fem!reader

⚽️:soccer player!jean x black!fem reader

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

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

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

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

💎: divider: @/firefly-graphics

⚽: 2.1k words

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

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He love how I ride it

Hop on the dick, I made him get excited

This pussy off limits for lame niggas

Yeah, fuck me like you got some pain in you

—-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He looks like an asshole."

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I'm ready."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The brunette chuckled deeply.

"My apologies."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My apologies, again."

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

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

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

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

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

"Studied him?"

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

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

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

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

"Um, are you mad?"

They lost.

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

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

Not at you, but more so himself.

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

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

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

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

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

"Will you put that goddamned thing down already?"

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

"Come again?"

"You heard me, or better yet-"

—-

I wanna fuck you right now

Reverse that cowgirl, I'm bucking right now

Climb on this standardbred, hope you can handle it

Beat that cat up when this dog put it down

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

Camera in my left with your hair in my right

—-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come here; come ride me, baby."

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No time to make love, yeah

Keep screamin' you want it

Girl you lookin' lovely

When you ride this pony

We can do this to the morning

So please come and ride me

Love it when I'm deep inside you

You goin' crazy, yeah

—-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—-

(If you're horny)

I wanna feel your body on top of mine

(Let's do it)

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

Like a Harley in the wind

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

Like a rodeo, ride like a rodeo, babe

*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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

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

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

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

“You promise?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mommypieck · 1 year

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thinking about jean's massive breeding kink 😳

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

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

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

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

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captain-hawks · 10 months

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trace the outlines of your dreams

jean kirstein x f!reader

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

word count: 4.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He deserves the quiet life he’s always wanted.

“Oh, it’s you.”

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

Floch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His words hit you like a slap to the face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get your fucking hands off of her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right.

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

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

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

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

Even just for one night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“...I should have done this…”

His other hand finds yours, fingers lacing together.

“...a long time ago.”

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

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

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

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

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

Kissing Jean feels like that—like flying.

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

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

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

He’ll always catch you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come. For. Me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You promise?”

You can feel Jean smile into his answering kiss.

— likes, comments, & reblogs are appreciated!

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skeiyvie · 8 months

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can someone please make a Jean Kirstein x player!y/n (y/n slowly changes as she falls in love slowly with Jean) I'm begging!!!111!!1111!! T_T

#jean kirschtein smut #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein #jean kirstein smut #jean kirchstein x reader #aot

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conniespringerblkwife · 1 year

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Heat and Hot Horse Men (Part 5)

(Jean Kirstein x Female Reader | SFW)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Series List

A/n: bruh everytime Jean calls Y/n a city girl...I'm always like "city girls make them wish like ray j"

Warnings: None. I think the next chapter there's gonna be a lil something

Summary: Jean reveals more about his past and realizes that he must have deeper feelings for Y/n.

*2,774 Words*

Songs I listened to while writing:

Happier Than Ever by Billie Eilish

Friends by Chase Atlantic

Today is the day you see Jean again. It has been 3-4 days since you last saw him, and you felt jittery. Although you wouldn't admit it, you sort of missed him. But part of you were scared because it was getting close for you to go back home. You didn't know how you were going to tell him, but you knew it was going to have to be soon.

You put those thoughts aside and decided to text Jean:

hey..what time should I meet you?

meet me in ten minutes

You internally screamed. You were still in your pajamas. You texted back rapidly:

Ten MINUTES...JEAN WTH!!

well if you stop texting me

you can save yourself some

time

You rolled your eyes. This what happens you give him too much credit. You quickly sprinted to your wardrobe, trying to decide what outfit you should wear. You wondered what he had planned. What type of date was this? You didn't want to wear something that wasn't fitting for the date.

You slapped your head and said, "Y/N this isn't a date."

You groaned and decided to grab a skirt and plain tank.

You had five minutes to meet Jean, therefore you didn't have time to style your hair. You grabbed your purse, phone, and keycard and ran out in a rush. As you were running, you accidentally bumped into Levi. "I'm so sorry." You exasperated and ran pass him, ignoring what he mumbled about young people.

You ran as fast you could and prayed you wouldn't look horrible by the time you met Jean.

As if things couldn't get worse, you ended up running into something hard and falling on top of it. You groaned to see what you fell on top of, but it wasn't a thing but a person. A person you knew too well. This person was holding your waist and smirking up at you. "Jean," you breathed out.

He was trying his best to hold in his cocky grin. "That's one way to greet each other. You missed me that much?"

"Shut up." That's all you could say. You didn't want to move right now. You liked the feeling of his rough big hands on your waist. They were so warm and comforting. Although your skirt was quite thin, you wondered how it would feel on your skin. You had no doubts that Jean was experience. Look at him. "Okay maybe I do want him...No, I need him...I need him so bad right now." You thought to yourself

"Y/n?" Jean saying your name interrupted your thoughts and you scrambled to get up, embarrassed of how long you stayed on top of him.

You both were now standing, and you noticed Jean's awkwardness. Was he blushing? You also noticed he wasn't looking at you. "Sorry." You mumbled.

His eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head and smoothed the back of hair. "No, don't be." He cleared his throat. There was an awkward silence for a minute. "Let's go." He grabbed your hand dragged you along to whatever you two were going. "What am I going to do with you Y/n." Jean thought to himself. "Do you want me or not, I'm so confused..."

"So, who is the person that wanted to see me again?" You furrowed your eyebrows because the only people you knew was Jean and if you wanted to count them, Levi and Hange.

"You'll see...And it's not a person." Jean said. Your mouth formed into a shape of an 'o.'

"Not a person?" You thought to yourself.

You looked around the area Jean was walking you through and it looked familiar. You realized where you were when stopped in front of a wooden stable. "The horses!!" You exclaimed to yourself. Unlike last time, there were only one horse. The freckled one. "Where's the fully brown one." You said, while Jean leaned on a wooden post. "Connie, has him."

"Is Connie your friend?"

"Best friend...Known him for a long time." He chuckled and crossed his arms. "He's a piece of work though."

You snorted. Jean raised an eyebrow. "What?"

You shook your head. "Nothing."

"It looked like you had something to say."

You sighed, "I was just gonna say that's a lot coming from someone like you." You fought back a smirk.

"Someone like me?" Jean queried.

Wanting to leave the unwanted argument, you tried to find something to do to end it. You then see a brush in your peripheral. "Can I brush your horse? Also, what's his...or her name?"

Jean grabbed the brush and handed it to you. "It's he and his name is Gale."

Your hand ghosted the horse's body before resting it gently on his back. Gale didn't react and you rubbed your hand gently across his fur. It neighed softly and you smiled.

You then took the brush into your left hand and rubbed it against the horse's fur and used your other hand to caress his muzzle.

"He really likes you." Jean whispered softly as he watched you interact with Gale. You don't know why you blushed from his words. It felt as if there was a deeper meaning to them.

"Shes so beautiful." Jean thought to himself. Whenever he was around you, Jean had the sudden urge to spill everything to you. He wanted to tell you everything about himself. But then he also had doubts. He was too scared to fall for you because what if you left him...just like. "Don't say her name." He sighed internally. "I have to tell her."

"No, you don't, what's the point in her knowing" Jean argued with himself.

You noticed something troubling Jean based on his facial expressions. It seemed as if he was in a very deep thought. "Jean? Are you okay?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and smiled. "Yeah."

"What were you thinking about." You giggled.

"How beautiful you are." It wasn't a lie but that wasn't what he was thinking about in the moment. You rolled your eyes. He was so cringe. "I want to tell you something actually."

You raised an eyebrow and your heart pounded.

"It's something about me..." He tried to read you expressions, but it was blank. "About me...and a girl." Still no reaction. You kept your face straight, but your heart seemed as if it wanted to burst free from your chest.

You prayed silently your voice wouldn't crack as you spoke. "You have a girlfriend?"

"No! No! No! I'm not a cheater, Y/n." He was no longer leaning on the wooden post. "I just wanted to be honest to you about something because I did not want you to find out in a bad way."

"I understand." You said while setting the brush down but keeping your hand on Gale's head. "So, tell me...about this girl."

He inhaled a deep breath and exhaled. "Her name was Mikasa." You tried to play off that you haven't heard a small insight about her when you talked to Levi that one night. "We grew up with each other along with Connie and another boy, who Mikasa was in love with.... But I didn't know that at the time."

He adjusted his footing and leaned against the post beside him. "Mikasa was the first girl I ever fallen for...Connie would tease me so much about how I was such a simp for her." He smiled he thought back to a memory. "He would say if Mikasa told me to go die, I would do it...He wasn't wrong though, I was crazy about her."

"What happened to her?" You asked, careful with how your voice flowed.

Jean sighed, "She ran away with the boy she was madly in love with...Eren Jaeger...That kid was crazy…. I always thought she was stupid for falling for someone reckless like him.” He chuckled to himself. “The day I confessed to her was the day she told me she was running away with Eren.”

You didn’t know what to say. Should you comfort him? No. Just listen y/n, not yet

“I was broken for some time.” (brocken LMAOAIDHD) then he shrugged his shoulders. “I got over it though.” Then he gave a big smile. “I’m fallin for someone else”

You blushed and searched your brain for something to say. “Did you ever see Mikasa again.”

He shook his head. “Nope, but I do know she’s living alright and happy.”

“How do you know?”

Jean walked over to his horse and rubbed his back. “Eren and Mikasa have a best friend named Armin. He’s the only person that knew and knows everything about them.” Then he looks at you intensely. His dark brown eyes searching your face as if he’s trying to analyze you, but he received nothing. “Have you been in love before y/n?”

That wasn't a question you were expecting. You thought for a moment and realized you never been in love before, hell you haven’t even dated before. You were so busy helping your mom that you didn’t have time to dabble in typical teenager life. “No.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“How about now?” Jean thought to himself but didn’t dare say it out loud. he was afraid you wouldn’t reciprocate. Gale neighed softly and Jean thought of an idea. “You wanna ride Gale?”

Your eyes widen “Uh I never rode a horse before.”

“It’s easy I’ll be there the whole time.” Jean smiled and grabbed your hand along with Gale's reins to the field behind the stable.

“Let me help you up on the saddle.”

“Jean, I don’t know.”

“Pretty girl, what are you afraid of I’m right here.” He smiled. You lifted your leg and Jean helped you. The moment his hands made contact with your skin, you felt it come to life. When you were situated, Jean tried to ignore the way your skirt slid up, revealing the flesh of your thighs.

“Okay what's next?” You asked.

“Nothing. We’re just gonna walk around.” He pulled at Gale's reins and started walking around the field. It wasn’t too bad you thought. At least you didn’t fall off.

“I wanna go faster.” You blurted like a child and Jean laughed.

“Okay but let me get on with you. Scoot back.” You scooted a little to give Jean room. You felt so small compared to him, it was almost intimidating but comforting at the same time. You noticed his back muscles through his fitted shirt, and you wanted nothing more than to outline it. He grabbed the reins and peeled over his shoulder at you. “You wanna fall off? Hold on to my waist” He grabbed your arms to wrap them around waist. Your hands were hanging slightly low, so you splayed your hands across his stomach, and you heard him make a small noise.

“Is something wrong? “You asked.

“No. Are you ready?” He spoke.

“Yes sir.” You laughed, and you saw him smirk. He snapped the reins and you two took off.

It was like you were free. A warm feeling spreading across your chest at the burst of euphoria as you and Jean rode on Gale. Jean laughed at your expressions, and you felt his body vibrate against yours. "Scared?!” You heard him yell.

“No!” You yelled back.

After a while Jean started to slow down a bit and eventually came to a stop. You two sat in silence for a while. You didn't realize you were basically hugging Jean. But you didn't want to let go. Your thoughts filled with doubts and insecurities.

You wanted to tell him how you felt, but you were scared. Also, you were leaving. You didn't want to hurt him and yourself, but you were selfish. This was the first time in your life which you did something for yourself. Not for mom. Not for the house. But for you. "Jean." You whispered against his back. "I like you...a lot." You closed your eyes and clinched to Jean's waist, while trying not to cry.

You felt Jean tense up and you prepared for the worst. He grabbed your arms to unwrap your arms from his waist and then slid off his horse. "Oh no." You thought. You felt your vision start to blur. "Y/N don't you dare cry." You told yourself and looked up the sky.

"Y/n let me help you get off." You hesitated, but then grabbed onto his shoulders so he could help you dismantled. As you tried to step away, you felt Jean hold you tighter. "Y/N." He said while lifting your chin to make eye contact with him. "I like you too." He spoke.

His face was serene, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him in this moment. As if he read your thoughts, his eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips, and he slowly leaned in. You closed your eyes and tilted your head as you waited for you two lips to touch.

The moment your lips made contact with each other you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Jean was a good kisser you thought as he slid his hands to your neck to your jaw to hold you still. You only kissed one boy in your life and that was because it was a dare. This kiss was different though. This kiss was filled with so much passion, but you couldn't help but melt into it.

His thumb caressed your jaw as you felt his tongue try to probe into your mouth. You opened your mouth so he can put his tongue in and explore it. "Oh?" You felt your face heat up at this sensual action. "Oh so he knew how to kiss kiss" You thought. You tried not to moan as his tongue twisted with yours and his hands sliding slowly down your back and dangerously travelling to your ass.

Before it could go any farther, you placed your hands on Jean's shoulders and pulled away slightly and turned your cheek towards his mouth. But Jean continued kissing you. His mouth caressed your cheek and pecked at your jaw. You couldn't help but giggle. "Jean. I have to go." You said in-between breaths. He protested and you laughed out loud. "Jean."

"One more kiss please." He whispered in your ear. You shook your head.

"Maybe later, but I have to go back to the hotel. My mom's probably worried."

He sighed and then leaned his head on your forehead, while looking up at you through his eyelashes. "Okay." He smiled

You two took Gale back and walked back to the hotel. You guys stood for a few minutes awkwardly in front of the door before Jean said something. "I wanna see you tomorrow."

"Sure." You said a little too fast but who cares.

"Great I'll meet you at 7." You both smiled at each other.

"Goodnight Jean." You said before pulling out your key. As you went to insert the key in the hole, Jean grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a kiss. A rough quick one, that left you breathless.

He gave his familiar smirk, "Goodnight city girl."

When you entered your room, you saw your mom laying on her bed reading a book. "Had fun?" She said and smirked.

You rolled your eyes and giggled like a little girl "Yeah."

Your mom slammed her book shut. "Omygosh Y/n! Is it that Jean boy You know he's very handsome."

"Yeah, he is." You smiled and rubbed your lips, remembering how his felt against yours.

"Okay, tell me everything that happened."

"I won't tell you everything mom, but I will tell you that I really like him...annnddd he kissed me."

Your mom squealed and you laughed.

"OMYGOSH!" Your mom exclaimed. "Was it nice?"

You nodded your head and gave her a big smile. "Really nice..." The feeling of his tongue caressing your tongue replayed in your mind.

"Your mom side eyed you. "Okay missy." She then laughed. "But I am happy for you. You know I was worried. It always seemed as if you never had the chance to have fun and be a real teenager. I blame myself."

You shook your head. "Mom don't. I wanted to do it; it is not your fault I promise. I will always choose you mom no matter what."

Your mom smiled. "I loved that about you. Jean is really lucky." She sighed, "I'm gonna head off to bed sweetie. Goodnight."

"Night mom."

That night you laid in bed replaying the events that happened. You couldn't wait to see Jean again. You were so excited and happy inside that you felt asleep with a small smile on your face. You were falling for him.

#jean x reader #jean smut #jean x y/n #jean kirchstein #jean aot #shingeki no kyoujin #aot season four

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e-jaegerenthusiast · 3 years

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aot boys reactions to you calling them pretty

wanted to do this since the trend won’t leave me alone on tiktok.

warnings; fluff, suggested smut

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Eren

as soon as you got in the car, you could hear eren inhale deeply though his nose, your maroon colored sundress sliding up slightly as you got comfortable on the leather seat. you looked at him, his eyes were filled with complete admiration, admiring every inch of your body with an unchanging expression on his pretty face.

you grinned wide, saying hi to him as he mumbled a small ‘hey’, his hands tightened around the gear, and put it on drive mode as he swirled the other one around the steering wheel, his speed getting faster by the second as you could hear the roar of his lamborghini, one of his hands sat pretty on your thigh, you could feel your heartbeat in every vein of your body. he was taking this little trick of yours seriously.

-didn’t write more for this cuz I actually want to turn it into a fic based on an upcoming chase atlantic song <3-

Jean

the excessive loud knocks on your door made you run towards it, giggling as you opened it, and there he stood. his hair all messy around his head, a devilish glint in his eyes. he was wearing a cream colored tee with grey sweatpants underneath, before you could even say hello or greet him inside of your house, he pushed you in, the door closing behind you both with a loud thud as he had you pinned against the wall.

his gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes, a smirk on his face as you tried to close the distance between you, but he glided his index finger on your lips, his smirk only growing, his voice was teasing “what’d you call me?” he asked.

you smiled, holding his cheek as you whispered into his ear, “my pretty boy.” when you pulled away, his eyes were closed, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as his hands went to your thighs, pulling you up so your legs rested around his waist. you chuckled, wrapping your hands around his neck while he carried you both to your bedroom.

Levi

you gave two gentle knocks to the door of levi’s apartment with your knuckles, the door opening after a few seconds to reveal him, black shirt and loose sweatpants hugging his form. you smiled, he pulled you in by your wrist, your arms wrapping around him and nuzzling your head in his neck as he took a deep breath.

when you pulled away, you took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers through his as you pull him behind you. he doesn’t say anything, following you to the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed. you take the hair tie around your wrist, tying your hair up as he takes in a loud breath, “what are you doing.” he says firmly, his voice dark and his eyes dropping down to you as you kneel on the floor, your hands going to his thighs.

“gonna worship your cock, so you can be aware of how pretty you are like this, levi.”

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yes I indeed did leave yall with this.

the rest? you can use your pretty heads to imagine

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theepisceswriter · 3 years

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Taking you to Pound town AOT edition (Jean, Reiner, Zeke, Erwin)

Synopsis: Hehe, how some of the men of AOT get when they get into that zone during sex.

TW: be prepared to read some manhandling babes, GN!reader, mature things obviously, dirty talk, 18+, MINOR DNI!

JEAN

Doggystyle with Jean is literally heaven on earth. This man knows how to position himself and hold you down in a way that has you feeling every single inch of him sliding in and out with each thrust and he’s ruthless with it too. Has you pent down on the bed with his body weight and places his hand on the small of your back to steady himself and force your back into more of an arch. And you try to run away from the dick because it’s too much and hitting that spot just a little too good? He’s grabbing your hips and pushing you right back down on to him if he has to. “Aht aht, where are you going? Move your hand I know you can take this dick. You’ve done it plenty of times before, baby.” Ugh, he’s such a menace. And as if pounding into you brutally from behind with no mercy for your poor g-spot wasn’t enough, he stands up on the mattress and puts one hand on the wall and starts to go in as he nears his orgasm. Both of you are dripping with sweat at this point and when you turn around you expect to see Jean close to passing out from exhaustion but it’s the complete opposite; his eyebrows are furrowed with concentration and sweat is beginning to form on his forehead as he focuses on your pleasure, trying to get you just as close to your orgasm as he is right now.

REINER

Reiner’s favorite position is with you on top so he can watch those titties bounce or let them smack him in his face. It’s also hot as hell to him to watch your hips rut up against him desperately as you try to match the roughness of his thrusts when he’s in control. It’s so hilarious to him to see how even with his dick inside of you, you can’t please yourself the way that he can, so he finally takes pity on you and moves you two to a position where you’re both on your side. “All you have to do is lay there, love. Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you.” And he does exactly that! At first he’d start off at a slow sensual pace to get you adjusted to him and his length, because we all know he’s packing, and eventually he’d get hungry for more and move your leg over his hips and that’s when you know that he’s about to go to work. His hips begin rutting up against yours at a pace that has his balls slapping against your most sensitive parts with each thrust and at one point the two of you move from the middle of it close to the edge because his thrusts are just that powerful enough to move the body weight of the two of you. Despite the fact that he’s literally talking into your shit like a jackhammer from behind, he’s whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear. “You’re taking my cock so well. It was meant just for you and you only, it’s all yours.” “You make me feel so good. No one else has ever made me feel as good as you before. No one even comes close.” And don’t even get me started on the neck kisses that this man is giving you; lips suctioning the sweet spot in the crevice of your neck and soothing over his bite marks with his warm tongue.

ZEKE

Like Reiner, Zeke likes you on top too but to give you that false sense of you being in control. He might let you have a minute or two of you controlling the pace to let you think that you’re in charge but out of nowhere he’ll grab hold of your hips and just start pounding into you from behind. I’m not talking about no regular degular thrusting, but some fast pounding that has everything on your body jiggling and makes the sound of your skin slapping against his sound like thunder. And I just know he’d make fun of you for the way you were riding him earlier. “Is that how you ride a dick? C’mon I know you can do better than that. It’s all yours so ride it like it is. Or do I have to show you how?” You can’t even speak because he’s giving it to you that good, you’re a moaning incoherent mess on top of him and, like the menace of society he is, he makes fun of you and degrades you so bad from below. “Awww, you gonna cum for me huh? Look at you, so fucked out and dick drunk that you can’t even talk.” And just to add to him already demolishing you he drops a hand between your legs and starts rubbing/stroking you until your thighs are clenching around his hand and your thighs are drenched with arousal. Best believe he’s going to overstimulate you to the point where having another orgasm is damn near painful and your legs convulse with each fondle and thrust he sends up into you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you got a rash on your thighs from all that friction and you most definitely have bruises on your hips from where his hands were.

ERWIN

HEADBOARD GRABBER! HEADBOARD GRABBER! When Erwin put them hands on the headboard in front of him just know that he’s about to go to WORK. You two don’t even have to start off in missionary, if he feels that you’re getting close to your orgasm he’ll flip you two over so that he’s on top and uses the headboard behind you two to sturdy himself while he goes at it. And when I say go at it I mean it. He’s like a completely different Erwin; neat hair messy all over his hair, feral grunts and groans leaving his mouth, sweat dripping from his chiseled body, and thrusting at a force that’s guaranteed to make you sore tomorrow. His knuckles are ghostly white as he grips the headboard and he’s most definitely going to either break it or crack it to the point where you need a whole new headboard. The neighbors hate you two because the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall before he grabbed on it was already annoying, but now he’s practically slamming it against the wall and leaving the whole room shaking and bed creaking as he brings you to the best orgasms of your life. Yes orgasms, plural, because at that speed there’s no way you’re having anything less than two orgasms. As soon as the tsunami of your first orgasm washes over you, you immediately feel the build up of a second one in your stomach and luckily he finishes soon after you finish your second orgasm. He’s so into it that anything that isn’t a moan hardly leaves his lips but every now and then he’ll slip in phrases to coax you into your orgasm like, “Yeah, that’s it just like that, baby. Cum all over my cock for me.” This man is dangerous when he gets into that zone. There’s no way you’re walking the next day.

#something sweet for y’all real quick while I try to demolish this school work #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot imagines #aot smut #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun smut #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith smut #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard smut #jean kirchstein x reader #jean kirchstein smut #zeke jaeger smut #zeke jaeger x reader #Spicy.

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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Smut🍡

**Jean was the 2nd place poll winner with 23.3% of the vote!**

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday, ever since you were a little girl.

When it came time for you to leave for college, you feared that you wouldn't be able to continue participating in your traditional family holiday activities since you'd be going to college out of the country, let alone out of state.

That was when your long-term boyfriend, Jean, suggested that the two of you make the long journey back to your hometown in the United States for the holidays this year.

When he made the suggestion, you were a bit hesitant since plane tickets from Germany to the U.S. are quite expensive, but he told you not to worry about the cost.

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Your family members get along extremely well with Jean upon their first meeting.

He's charismatic, funny, polite, and just an overall joy to be around; especially a hit with your aunties and older female cousins.

You even had to check a couple of them (more than once) when you caught them trying to down talk you and up play themselves in fruitless efforts to try and get Jean to look their way.

That would never work, of course, because this man is irrevocably, undeniably in love with you.

After the commencement of dinner, most of the guests broke off into separate groups, classified by either age or interests.

Many of your older family members were still seated in the kitchen, sharing old stories and downing a large pitcher of spiked eggnog.

They may fuss and disagree over a lot of things, but alcohol seems to be the one mediator that will keep everyone from choking each other out.

A few of your cousins’ girlfriends pulled you away, probably so they could ask you about Jean while the oldheads got drunk in the kitchen and gossiped about their children, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews.

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“Hey, Y/N! Your boy in there to’ up! Big boy can’t handle his liquor too well!” One of your male cousins laughed as he stepped out onto the back porch. Immediately, you sprung up out of your chair and sprinted through the back door into the house to get to Jean.

You know as well as Jean that he cannot handle his liquor, and, more likely than not, your male cousins had been goading him into drinking above his tolerance.

“Elijah! Y’all just sat here and let him drink all of this!?!” You fussed as your eyes scanned over all of the empty decorative pint glasses.

“Aye, that’s a grown ass man. What was I ‘posed to do, tell him no? He was just having fun!”

Jean was a mess: slumped against the kitchen bar stool and giggling, barely hanging on to the countertop.

“At least help me get him upstairs so he can lie down. Ain’t this some shit…”

So Elijah helped you get Jean into one of the spare bedrooms.

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His long body flopped unceremoniously onto the quilt laid out on top of the bedspread. You glanced at the door once to make sure that it was locked before turning your disgruntled expression onto your inebriated boyfriend.

Jean was really fucked up; he had a dopey smile spread across his lips that, you couldn't deny, did make him look undeniably cute and handsome.

“Mmm, baby you look so sexy in your Christmas outfit. Want you so bad right now..”

Those sneaky fingers edged along the covers, crawling up to rest on the curve of your covered ass.

“Jean, we can’t fuck in my relatives’ house! Everybody will hear us! You're already loud enough when you're not drunk.” You hissed between your teeth.

“Please, baby. I promise I'll be quiet. I'll be a good boy, just please. Please please, fuck me, Mommy, please!”

Normally you wouldn't have played into his hands during a situation like this, but his desperate begging made a switch turn on in your brain that couldn't be turned off even if you wanted to.

Before you knew it, your fingers were unbuttoning your cardigan and unlatching your bra while Jean smiled up at you drunkenly and tugged your leggings down your thighs.

“O-oh fuck..”

Jean’s wet, throbbing dick slapped against your pussy lips as he tried (and failed) to get it into your hole.

“Here, baby. Let me help you.” Very gently, you took hold of his thick cock and began guiding it between your folds.

As soon as Jean got inside you, he came.

“What the fuck did they put in that eggnog? An aphrodisiac?” You couldn’t believe your fucking eyes right now.

“Fuck, your hands feel so good on me baby, couldn’t control myself. Please let me get inside you, again. Wanna make you feel good, too~”

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“F~uuuck, pussy clenching me so fucking good..!” Jean slurred, hazel eyes rolled to the back of his head while he caged you beneath his much larger body.

“Shit, you cumming again, baby?”

That question became a rhetorical one once you felt his hot speed spurting out of his dick and filling you to the brim once again. Your pussy lips were puffy and swollen from Jean’s overenthusiastic thrusting.

You were going to have to find a way to sneak that quilt up out of here and have it dry cleaned.

“Mmmm-shit. So good~ Need more. Can we go again, please Mommy?” He breathed against the side of your face. Breath sickly sweet, just like eggnog mixed with rum and peppermint vodka.

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

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rreyie · 3 years

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aot boys first time headcanons

warnings- intercourse, oral, mentions of unprotected sex

characters- jean, connie, eren, armin

a/n- no thoughts 😃

eren yeager

he’s a busy man. it would probably be a quickie if he found time to do it.

he’s one of those guys that are like “but condoms don’t make it feel as good :/“ so he will probably rawdog it

even though he’s caught up in his genocidal plans for the world, his hormones are definitely still there and he has urges

he would probably take you aside to somewhere nobody will find the two of you, like an isolated forest or some abandoned cabin

a lot of kissing and groping just to set the mood

wants to touch every part of your body, and literally rips your clothes off so he can do so

will probably get you up against a wall and have his way

this man is so goddamn impatient, he will literally jam himself up in there

his thrusts are fucking FAST like woah slow down

you can feel his breath on your neck, he also grabs ur boobs as he continues to go down on you

once he feels that you’re starting to get close, he reaches a hand down to your clit and rubs circles so you can cum before him

if he knows you’re on birth control then he will nut inside of you, and that’s what he prefers, but if not he will respect that and go on your back

he’s not good at aftercare i’m sorry, he will probably zip up his pants and toss you a towel but then he will leave 🧍🏻‍♀️

armin arlert

he is BAFFLED when you bring it up, and will set aside a whole block of time so both of you can savor it

he’s so fucking nervous, he’s literally shaking because he doesn’t know what to do or how to do it

probably some gentle kissing and a touch or two, your touches begin to get more and more inappropriate

eventually you reach his dick, which is already fully hard and even the slightest touch has him whimpering

you’ll probably either give him a handjob or a blowjob first just to get him riled up, he’s throwing his head back and grabbing your hair

i can see you riding him for the first time only because he has little to no experience

he’s a drooling, stuttering mess

no coherent words are coming out of his mouth

he cums rather quickly, he will pull out

we probably wants to be held right after, he just experienced a whole new wave of emotions and he’s also crying

but this was his awakening, next time he will probably want to add something a little spicer

jean kirstein

i think the entire fandom knows he’s a big romantic

so expect a trail of rose petals that lead to his bedroom, and a bunch of candles are lit around the room

he’s fully nude when you enter. and he probably made himself hard just for effect

he gestures for you to come over and sit with him, that’s when the REAL fun begins

a literal make out sesh. he’s heavily focused on your neck or whatever sweet spot you have

eventually he will probably dip a finger in down there just to check if you’re wet yet or not you definitely are at this point, he’s the master or foreplay

he’s the one who unbuttons your clothes and gets you all laid out on the bed, he wants you to know that this is your night to relax

he’s a gentleman so he will eat you out just to make sure you’re prepared and wet enough because he doesn’t want to hurt you

his tongue game is actually pretty decent for having no experience, and he claws your thighs if you’re okay with it

once he feels like you’re okay enough to go in, he does it achingly slowly but there’s no pain

he thrusts slowly but sensually, making sure to hit your sweet spot every time

he doesn’t last long, but will make sure you get some sort of release before then

cums on either your stomach or face, he thinks it’s so fucking hot to see you panting with it all over your face

aftercare is pretty good with him, he will grab some water for you and afterwards have some naked cuddles under a blanket

connie springer

super casual, most likely unplanned

you two were watching a movie or playing a game and all of a sudden he’s got a random boner so he’s like “so uh wanna have sex? 😃”

and that’s how it all began

so you unzip his pants, and lazily jerk him off until he’s fully hard and then go in with the mouth

his eyes are blown open the whole time, he had jacked off too many times to count but this? this was a whole new sensation

he’s very vocal, his moans are breathy and short, but if you two weren’t alone then you would’ve had everyone knowing what was going on

he starts to grab your hair and push you in to the point where you’re almost choking

he came in your mouth but he ain’t done yet

he will make you lay on the couch and he gets you fully undressed, and then he will lay on top of you and try to insert him

he might need a little guidance on this part, but he swears he could’ve came right that second he entered

he’s literally DRILLING into you, i mentioned in another post that his thrusts are naturally fast but nonetheless it still feels great

he enjoys seeing your tits jiggle all too much

there’s a chance he can accidentally cum inside if he knows you’re on birth control but otherwise he will pull out

just lays on top of you and kisses you for the rest of the time, doesn’t even bother to put his clothes back on

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot hcs #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #aot smut #snk smut #aot jean #jean kirstein smut #jean kirchstein #connie springer #connie springer x reader #eren jeager #eren yeager #aot eren #snk eren #armin arlert #aot armin #snk armin

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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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do you better, make it worse • j. kirschtein

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

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

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

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he couldn’t stand it….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You and Me and Nothing More. Chapter 16

☆ Pairing: Jean x Reader (friends to lovers, slow burn), Eren x Reader (lovers to ?)

☆ General info: 18+, modern college au, multi-chapter fic, fluff & smut

☆ Chapter info: A familiar face you almost didn’t recognize crosses your path while you run errands for your first month-iversary with Jean.

☆ Warnings: oral sex (female + male receiving), vaginal fingering, raw sex.

☆ Summary: Who would you fall for if not for each other? You were so used to having each other around, never did it occur to either of you that there could be something more.

Links: AO3 | Masterlist

The weight of the recently purchased lingerie inside the bag hanging on your wrist made you giddy.

As you walked out of the store, with your mind distracted by the excitement of seeing Jean later that night, you failed to notice the form walking by the minute you stepped foot outside, causing you to bump into them and both of you to lose your balance momentarily.

Rushing out apologies as you looked up to face them, it took a few seconds for your brain to register the familiar face surrounding those intensely green eyes.

“Eren,” you voiced, though his name came out more like a question.

He was holding on to your shoulders in an attempt to help you regain your balance, startled by your sudden fumble and also by the fact that you were really there, right in front of him after weeks of not coming across your face.

He seemed to be at a loss for words for a few seconds, though you couldn’t manage to say much else than his name, either.

He looked different. His eyes still held their usual kindness, nothing less than the gentle gaze that’s always been reserved for you. But his hair… his hair was different. It didn’t seem like a fresh cut, but rather one that had been growing out for about a month. It was no longer tied in the effortless bun you had taught him to style months back; it was much too short for that now, with remnants of what seemed to have been choppy bangs hovering just above his eyebrows and the longest strands barely reaching to his neck.

For a second, you wondered if there was anything different about you, or if it took him just the same amount of time to process who you were. It had only been a month but he looked so different, and though you remembered him fondly, for a split second he had felt like a stranger.

“Hi,” he breathed, as he retracted his touch from your form. “You okay?”

You nodded, still transitioning out of your stupor.

You stood awkwardly. Waiting for an excuse to leave or for something to be spoken that would ease the tension, you weren’t sure. Eren stepped up to the plate before you, choosing the latter.

“Doing some shopping?”

His question reminded you of exactly where you were standing, what store you were leaving before you bumped into each other, and when his eyes traveled from the inside of the store — with various mannequins in seductive poses and posters of models doing the same — to the small bag hanging on your wrist with the store’s logo stamped on the front, you instinctively tried to hide it. But he had seen, and though he didn’t do or say anything to put you on the spot, you still saw the corners of his lips quirk into a faint smile and the apples of his cheeks tint with a soft pink.

“Yeah, just… getting some stuff for… a thing,” you replied, thinking you might as well own it considering he’d reacted with the same level of embarrassment but changing your mind at the last moment.

“With Jean?” he asked then, finally peering at you once more. His tone held no accusations or resentment but rather genuine curiosity, an innocent question, a casual conversation.

You didn’t reply, only chewed the inside of your cheek meekly, but he knew.

He wasn’t surprised. He knew it was bound to happen after the way you reacted at Marco’s party. The only obstacles you and Jean ever faced were realizing your feelings for each other and admitting to them. He figured if you were living together, the truth he had been hit with that night would eventually come forth between you. He didn’t resent you for it, at least not anymore.

“You want to grab some coffee?” he asked suddenly, his voice and eyes equally emanating hope.

“Oh.. um… actually…” You struggled to find an excuse. It’s not that you didn’t want to accept his offer, but you didn’t think you could handle any more awkwardness with the topic of Jean and your obviously blooming — but unconfessed — relationship lingering in the air.

Though there was no reason to — you never lied, you never cheated — you felt a pang of guilt over having moved on with none other than the guy you told him not to worry about. It was complicated and you had been oblivious, not to mention confused over what you felt for either of them until it hit you in the face.

“This doesn’t have to be awkward, you know?” he murmured your worries aloud. “I won’t do anything weird… I know you’re with him.”

You stared guiltily at your shoes, unsure of how to respond. He leaned forward and tilted his head to reconnect with your gaze, his eyes warm and reassuring.

“Come on,” he encouraged you softly, “I have some time to kill while I wait for someone. I could use the company… you know… of a friend.”

He smiled at you. It took you a few moments but you eventually smiled back, causing his eyes to brighten.

If you were honest with yourself, you missed him. Not in an “I want him back” kind of way but Eren would never not have a special place in your heart. He was the first person to pursue you that genuinely cared about you and the first you ever came to trust. You loved him dearly and in every way, though the present form of that endearment was of the kind bestowed to a partner in crime, a friend, a person you trusted with your life without crossing the line of romance — the kind you thought you felt for Jean before you were awoken to the truth.

“Sure,” you murmured.

As the two of you made your way to the mall’s coffee shop, you stole a couple of glances in his direction.

“You cut your hair,” you stated with a small smile.

He flashed you that charming, boyish grin of his.

“Yeah, well… I had to do something after our breakup,” he joked, though it was poorly received as you instantly flushed hot with embarrassment and averted your gaze.

His eyes widened.

“I was joking,” he explained, raising his hands in defense. Though in his head he reprimanded himself for being so brutally honest.

She didn’t need to know that, idiot, he thought.

You chuckled nervously as you reached your destination and parted ways so he could grab drinks, and you a table.

“So,” you began once he got back with two iced americanos, “who’s the person you’re waiting for?” you asked as you poked your straw through the lid.

“Oh, um… just… a friend.” He shrugged, and sipped his drink cooly, though the red in his cheeks and his shy demeanor made it clear there was more to the story.

“Girlfriend?” you asked, a bit teasingly to ease any possible hesitance to admission.

If that were the case, you would be his number one cheerleader. He deserved to be happy and be loved. But you needed to know if there was anything at all to support in the first place.

“What? No,” he replied, the words coming out rushed and mildly panicked, the red in his cheeks only spreading further as he shook his head.

“Boyfriend?” you insisted.

If the previous year you had spent with him taught you anything, it was to read him in situations like this when he was refusing to admit to something clearly bigger than what he was leading on.

But he shook his head once more. And before you could follow up with other terms for a significant other, he ran ahead of you with a single solid statement.

“Just a friend.” He eyed you sternly, though there was a glint of mischief and playfulness in his gaze.

You smiled back just as slyly and took a sip of your drink.

"So," he murmured moments later, his voice hesitant and a sheen of tension hovering over you once again.

"You and Jean, huh?"

Heat crept up your neck, the cool drink in your hands doing nothing to alleviate it.

"Yeah," you replied shyly, focusing your gaze on the condensation on your cup. "How did you know?"

"I figured it would happen." He shrugged. "Then I heard about it from a friend."

Tilting your head in confusion, you were about to ask who that friend was but he shot another question.

"Are you happy?" he asked, his voice smaller than when the conversation began. As you looked him in the eye, you picked up genuine concern in place of any possible resentment or any hint of a search for an opportunity to bash on your decision.

He laughed softly as you struggled to give an answer. The question wasn't difficult but after seeing how hurt he was the night at Marco's, you couldn't find it in yourself to be honest about it — no matter how lacking of hidden intentions his actions were.

"Come on, I'm just trying to see if Kirstein's doing a good job. He's got to live up to the Eren Yeager, after all," he jested.

You laughed, shaking your head at his ironic cocky behavior.

"I am," you grinned. "And he is… he's actually set an entirely new standard," you stated, a playfully devious smirk taking over your face.

"Ouch… you could've left that part out," he muttered, feigning hurt as he dramatically clutched a hand to his chest, causing you to bubble up with laughter again.

You didn't see, as you were all too busy grinning amusedly at your coffee, but he smiled at you with endearment. A different kind than that would've washed over his senses a month back but endearment nonetheless.

"But I'm glad," he replied sincerely. "If I was ever going to lose you to anybody… let's just say I'm relieved it's him."

Under different circumstances and for any other people, that would have been a strange statement. To be so accepting of the loss of something great and sincere. But Eren knew Jean would take care of you just fine, if not better than he ever did. And that was saying a lot.

That's not to say it always felt so easy to yield. It hurt just barely a month back. But seeing you in front of him, radiant and smiling as your mind was most likely crafting images of the person the conversation had shone a light to, all he felt was peace over the fact that you were happy.

You suddenly sensed a bit of hesitation on his behalf and, when you looked up, he was chewing on his bottom lip nervously, gaze and mind distant.

After a while of you staring at him with wariness, he spoke.

"I know I said I wasn't going to make things weird but… when we were together… did you and him ever—"

"Never." You cut him off as soon as you put the pieces together of what he was asking.

"I know that maybe now all the times I told you you had nothing to worry about seem like a lie but it wasn't… I just hadn't understood the truth myself."

You shrunk in your spot, internally cringing at your sorry excuse of an explanation.

"Eren, I truly loved you. In fact, I still do. It's just… a different kind of love now. Just like it's also a different kind for Jean." You held his gaze with warmth and honesty shimmering in your irises, hopeful that he would understand your relatively ambiguous argument.

Your chest fluttered with relief when he pronounced through a faint smile, "I understand". Then, he released a heavy sigh, one that ended in a breathy chuckle.

"I'm happy for you… I know that probably sounds like a lie, too but… I am."

The plastic cups stood empty on the table, a ring of water forming at the base. You sat in silence until Eren's phone beeped in his pocket. A quick glance at his screen followed by a few taps let you know the conversation was over and your encounter close to its end.

"Is that your friend?" you asked to fill the silence, as you already knew the likely answer.

"Yeah, she's waiting for me at the tattoo parlor on the first floor," he explained as he stacked your cups. "I was going to stay with her for moral support but they wouldn't let me inside the back room."

"Hence why you were killing time creeping around a lingerie store," you added teasingly.

He rolled his eyes as you both stood from your table and blended into the human traffic of the corridors.

"Right," he muttered, not bothering to give in to your provocations.

You laughed softly and so did he.

"Are you on your way out?" he asked as you both stepped onto the escalator for the first floor.

"Pretty much.”

He hummed in response and you both stood by each other in comfortable silence.

By the time your feet stepped off the escalator, it was clear the reunion was over and you were bound to part ways.

"It was good seeing you," he said as you both steered toward opposite directions.

“You too, Eren.”

He began to turn his back on you, but stopped midway and called your name softly.

Your eyebrows shot up in response.

“Don’t be a stranger. If it’s not weird…” He rubbed the back of his neck as he always did when he was nervous. “... talk to me sometime, okay? Oh, and uh… say hi to Jean for me.”

The corners of your lips perked into an easy smile as you nodded, silently vowing to keep in touch and pass on the message.

With one last smile and a final friendly nod of acknowledgment, he went on his way.

Before you could head toward the mall’s exit, something caught your eye on the display of a shoe store across from you.

And so off you went to splurge your last bit of savings. Was it a silly purchase? Possibly. But they were cute, and you had a feeling a particular someone might enjoy you wearing them.

As you waited for an employee to become available for service, you caught sight of Eren returning from where you had seen him leave, only this time accompanied by a feminine figure with an extremely familiar head of raven hair you’d seen just a few days ago in class.

Time went by fast while you bustled around the kitchen, but remained generous enough to allow you to make yourself pretty before Jean got home from his study session with his business major buddies.

Just as you spritzed on a bit of the perfume your lover had gifted you a few days ago, you heard the lock from the front door click open.

When you reached the foyer, Jean was ridding himself of his bag packed with heavy textbooks. His movements slowed once he caught sight of you, his features gradually morphing into amusement.

"Nice boots," he chuckled softly.

You beamed at him, twirled around once, and lifted a leg in a flirtatious manner to show off your new shoes.

"You like them?"

When you saw them on display at the mall, you only thought of how much of a hoot they'd be for Jean. You figured you could switch up your original outfit idea for the sake of sparking some memories.

As Jean watched you model ridiculous but endearing poses before him in your white dress and an enlarged version of the sacred boots of his childhood, he couldn't help but laugh as he pulled you in by your waist and rested his forehead against yours.

"You're adorable," he murmured over your lips.

A warm glow settled in your chest as you draped your arms around his shoulders and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Welcome home, cowboy," you whispered through a wide grin, causing his chest to rumble with the evidence of his glee.

A hand slid up to cup your cheek and pull you into a kiss, his tongue gently massaging your own as he backed you against the wall with a delicate push.

It was always fascinating how reactive you were to Jean’s touch. It always made you dizzy, heating your core and eliciting goosebumps to raise over every inch of your skin.

“Happy monthiversary,” he voiced in between kisses.

“You remembered,” you replied, a sliver of pleasant surprise tainting your voice.

“Of course, I did,” he assured into the crook of your neck before kissing the sensitive area softly, only to then latch his lips onto yours once more.

“I’ve missed you all day,” he whispered over your lips. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long.”

“I’ve kept myself busy,” you replied with a shrug.

A sly grin stretched across his face.

“Well, I’ll still make it up to you,” he stated with mischief before slotting his lips against yours yet again, swallowing the soft moans that escaped your throat.

Damn, you didn’t want to stop, but there was an itinerary you’d already crafted for the night and you needed to avoid getting sidetracked.

“Hold your horses, mister,” you murmured with amusement cloaking your reluctance, pushing him back just enough to catch your breath. “You’ve had a long day. Let’s eat first.”

Stepping back and clapping his hands together once, he nodded.

“Okay, sure. Let’s eat first. What are you in the mood for? I’ll get us a table anywhere you want.”

You giggled and shook your head before closing the gap between you and giving him a peck on his cheek.

“Actually,” you began, sliding your fingers between his and tugging him in the direction of the kitchen. “I made dinner for two.”

You’d had quite the busy afternoon. Fortunately for you, school hadn’t been robbing you of much time as of late, giving you more than enough hours in the day to prepare something special for him for just this night.

It was evident from the start that Jean was the kind of boyfriend to spoil his significant other to no end. Even before the dial had switched toward romance, he’d always been so diligent in serving to your every unspoken wish and command. You thought that, for once, you could try spoiling him — even if the method was relatively simple.

Though it was that same simplicity that brought a smile to Jean’s face as he took in the scent of food being kept warm in the oven, and his eyes hovered over the soft glow of the candles that littered the top of the petite kitchen bar and the small vase of grocery-store-bought flowers in the center of it all.

You eagerly slid your arms around his waist from behind and buried your face into his shirt bashfully.

“What do you think?”

He turned around to face you properly, his eyes shimmering in admiration.

“You did all of this for us?”

You hummed an affirmation.

He wandered over to the oven, switching the light on to take a peek at what was inside.

“And you cooked,” he stated.

Soft laughter escaped your lips.

“I even did a taste test this time, I promise everything’s good.”

He quirked an eyebrow as if to question your credibility. You rolled your eyes but laughed nonetheless.

“I promise. I can follow a recipe now, you know,” you chuckled, too giddy to show resentment toward his doubt, despite him having been the one to praise you for your improvement just days back. After your first failed attempt to make something for him, he took it upon himself to teach you one or two things about creating hearty dishes from scratch. So of course you took a slight offense that he was still hesitant about your culinary skills.

Holding your face in his hands, he dipped forward to kiss your forehead.

“I thought we agreed to not celebrate anything until our first year together,” he murmured accusingly as if you’d tricked him into not preparing anything so you could take all the glory — which you had.

“Well, then don’t think of it as a celebration,” you pouted innocently. “Just think of it as… one of those nights when we have a really nice dinner and incredible sex before bed.”

He coughed up a laugh, his ears and cheeks instantly being colored red.

“Well, that does sound pretty good,” he replied cooly with a shrug as if your suggestion hadn’t awoken something in him. “But can I just shower real quick?”

You tossed him a questioning look, to which he meekly responded, “it’s just… you look really pretty and I…” he trailed off, looking down at his attire.

You wanted to tell him the grey sweatpants were more than okay for the occasion — not to mention a total feast for your eyes — but he, as he always did, seemed earnest in putting in some effort.

“I’ll keep your plate warm,” you assured him.

Less than thirty minutes later you sat side by side as you dug into the dinner you had so carefully put together.

You were ecstatic to see Jean so eager about your food with no trace of white lies and sneaky grimaces.

“This is amazing,” he praised after washing everything down with the last of the wine in his glass.

“Well, I can’t take all the credit,” you replied sincerely. “I called up your mom this morning to help me out.”

His eyes widened slightly.

“So you told my mom about us?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

There was a hint of melancholy in your voice; it made Jean’s face contort with worry, though you recuperated in the blink of an eye.

“Just told her I was going to cook to celebrate passing our midterms.”

Not much was said after Jean simply hummed in response to the excuse you had given his mother.

“Are you upset?” he asked lowly. “About not telling her, I mean.”

“It doesn’t really bug me or anything,” you explained with a shrug. “I think I’ve gotten so used to being secretive about this type of situation that I haven’t truly given it much thought.” You sighed heavily. “Although I did think that maybe if I had been honest about… you know, everyone in the past… then letting us be known might be easier.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips; Jean remained silent as he listened carefully to each word. It was one thing to have grown confident with your relationship in the safety of your shared apartment. No to mention the overcome fear of intimacy that had been tackled way back. But everything had still remained a secret. You didn’t even want to imagine what would be thought of you by the people you called parents if the news of everything that had occurred within your safety zone got out.

“I mean, what are we even supposed to do? Are we supposed to keep it a secret until we’re secretly married or something?”

It hurt to think that something so normal like sex and relationships would tarnish the image your parents had been so insistent on you building. It was a responsibility you never signed up for and you didn’t think was reasonable to be asked to. Were you supposed to wait for their approval and then slowly reveal your current reality by pieces? Or had it suddenly become okay now that you were — by society’s standards — an adult who shouldn’t have to depend on their word? If the latter was what applied, how absurd was it to be banned from certain experiences one moment and then be hit with free reign the next?

“Married?” Jean’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You gaped at the realization of what you had said, followed by a string of stuttered excuses and nervous rambles to hide your sudden bashfulness towards the matter.

“I just meant that as an example! We might not even last that long, who knows. I just meant how long am I supposed to keep playing innocent.” You laughed nervously, though it subsided in a matter of seconds.

“You haven’t thought about it?” you asked softly, focusing your gaze on Jean’s wide eyes and pink cheeks. “About where this is headed? Where we’re headed?”

Jean flushed an even deeper shade of red though it may as well have been an effect of the wine, a lie you would surely back up to save both of you from the sudden approach to your future.

“I- I don’t know. I haven’t really given it much thought.”

An awkward laugh escaped your lips as you waved your hand airily in the air to dismiss the topic.

“No, of course. Me neither, for sure.”

You scratched your temple nervously as a faint sheen of tension settled in the atmosphere.

“We have time, though.” You turned to face him, locking your gaze with his as he was already looking at you. “To think about it… we have time.”

He raised a hand to cradle the side of your face, his thumb lazily stroking your cheekbone.

“In the meanwhile,” he whispered as he leaned forward. His nose brushed over yours with a ghostly touch, his parted lips hovering mere breaths from you as he pronounced his last words, “let me make everything worth it.”

He captured your lips in a gentle kiss as he continued to caress the side of your face. He was always so careful, so cautious in the way he handled you and so tender with his touch. He made you feel delicate. Delicate and loved and treasured — even through such a simple act as it was a kiss.

It wasn’t long before you pulled back to say, “meet me in my room.”

There was no need to repeat yourself as he obeyed your gentle command the moment it was spoken, but not before planting one more kiss on your forehead.

Eager to reunite with him, you hurried to check on your appearance in the small mirror in the foyer, grabbed two of the candles, and blew out the rest before scurrying to your room.

Jean watched you from his seat on your bed with an endeared grin as you carefully placed the small glass jars on your bedside table.

“Too much?” You eyed him warily as you stepped out of your boots and fixed them neatly beside your door.

He shook his head, laughing softly.

“Not at all,” he said as he stood to steal one more kiss. His lips traveled along the side of your face as his strong hands settled low on your hips, pulling you closer as his trail of kisses lowered toward the straps of your dress.

One by one, he hooked a finger around each strap and tugged it down, his lips never once leaving your skin until the white fabric pooled at your feet.

“You’re… wow,” he breathed as he drank the sight of your lingerie-clad figure.

You stood before him in a pastel yellow set; a delicate bra layered with tulle and lace, and a matching thong with the same lace trim and a small bow at the front and center. The delicate fabric clung to the curves of your body tastefully, leaving Jean breathless and rendering him speechless.

Your bottom lip was snug between your teeth as you watched him rake his eyes over your body. Once, twice, until he broke into a grin and met your eyes.

“Is this why you asked me about my favorite color last night?”

You shrugged.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied coyly.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” he chuckled, closing the gap between you pulling you in by your waist as he pressed your foreheads together.

“Okay then, maybe.” Your arms hung loosely around his shoulders as your fingers threaded through his hair, the smell of his shampoo invading your senses with the movement. “I didn’t think it hadn’t changed since elementary school,” you laughed. He joined you with a few airy chuckles of his own as his head flooded with memories of when he’d grown so attached to the color.

“I guess some things never change,” he murmured before he dipped his head to kiss you.

You held onto him tightly as you backed you both toward your bed. His gentle hands traveled up to your face, pulling you closer as if he were trying to swallow you whole — and perhaps he was. Your moans were swallowed into the back of his throat as his tongue pressed onto yours, swirling and savoring the feel of your mouth tirelessly.

He was careful as he laid you down on your back and climbed over you, smoothing your hair back and away from your face with one hand as the other laced your fingers together and pressed your hand firmly against the mattress. All while his hips ground against yours in a needy attempt to offer you both the friction you so desperately craved. The rough denim of his jeans offered an oddly satisfying relief to the meeting point of your thighs and you found yourself bucking your hips towards him in a clumsy manner as your hazy mind only focused on the mission to satisfy your libido.

The palm of his hand was warm as his large hand encased yours, an act so so rough by the force he was pressing you down with but softened at the edges by what such an intimate gesture meant for this sacred carnal offering.

His name tumbled from your lips as you couldn’t find it in yourself to wait any longer.

Without further instruction, he released himself of the confines of his shirt and crewneck, looking down at you — so submissive and needy for his touch — in between each slip of fabric over his eyes. Your hands reached for his belt buckle, fingers clumsy and fumbling to undo it while he continued to grind his bulge against your thinly veiled cunt.

“Jean,” you whined, not at all amused by his teasing but certainly growing more desperate and aroused — both sentiments clouding any sense of reason and therefore making it more difficult to achieve your goal.

“Need some help?” he asked tauntingly, a lazy grin overtaking his features.

He expected you to groan or push him off playfully only to then resume your actions, but in place of that you nodded meekly and pronounced a breathless, “please”.

His jeans and belt were promptly thrown behind his back — his form now only clad in his boxer briefs — as he desperately ran his hands over the curve of your waist, stroking your skin gently while his mouth traced up your stomach, between the valley of your breast and into the crook of your neck. Your touch wandered over the curves and dips of the muscles of his back, his skin hot under the pads of your fingers.

You were about to ask him to switch positions. After all, you had decided to make this night all about him, pleasuring him in every way imaginable. But he interrupted before you could.

“I want to try something.”

You looked up at him dumbfoundedly.

“Oh, um—”

“May I?” he asked softly, searching for approval in your wide-eyed gaze.

“O-okay.”

You propped yourself on your elbows, watching curiously as he scooted towards the end of the bed, settling his upper body between your legs for a moment as he looked up at you for further confirmation. His arms were prepared to hook under your legs, his face dangerously close to your most intimate part.

Oh.

With your bottom lip snug tightly between your teeth, you nodded, your eyes shimmering in anticipation and your breath put on hold as you awaited his first move.

It didn’t start off as you expected. But then again, Jean had never been one to approach anything with a fast pace. With his gaze zeroed in on your face, analyzing every minuscule movement in your features, he began to leave open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs. His breath and the hold he had on your legs were warm against your skin, though it didn’t keep from shivers running along your spine and goosebumps rising along every caressed inch of your lower body.

His eyes bore into your very soul as he took his time teasing you and it took all your willpower to not make any sudden movements to relieve the ache in the area he was so strategically neglecting. Until he caved to his own needs as well.

After pressing one last kiss just above the waist of your thong, the next was placed right against the wet spot that had formed on the fabric due to your arousal. You gasped as you felt the tip of his tongue being pressed into the fabric and teasing your entrance. His gaze was too intense to hold, and although it was quite the show to watch his reddened cheeks peek above the lace of your underwear, your arms were left feeling wobbly and you had no remedy but to throw yourself back on the bed, closing your eyes and gripping the sheets as his sweet torture continued.

Jean’s eyes never left you even after your gaze left him. He watched triumphantly as your lace-covered chest heaved in tandem with your shallow breaths, and relished the sight of the tight wrinkles of the sheets in your hands. You were moaning and whining and squirming and trying your best not to shove your cunt in his face. You were so turned on, hot and heavy, and he hadn’t even made direct contact with you yet.

“Lift your hips for me,” he pronounced breathlessly.

In one swift motion, you were freed of your underwear and his tongue delved inside you, driving you straight to heaven.

The noises coming from your nether region were sinful and loud in the silence of the lust-filled room. Once he found a rhythm to your liking, Jean made sure to remain faithful to it as he switched between burying his tongue between your pulsating walls, sucking on your clit, and moaning into you — something he came to learn you liked by the way your back arched.

He couldn’t see but your eyes rolled back as he introduced two fingers inside you while he continued to attend to your clit with hungry slurps and swirls of his tongue. Your hands were shaking from how tightly they gripped your sheets and Jean couldn’t hold himself back from humping against the edge of the bed to alleviate his throbbing erection even just a little.

You whimpered his name, already teetering on the edge of your orgasm. He pulled your hands away from the sheets to place them on his hair, flattening his tongue so you could use his face in whichever way you wanted to ride your high.

Your hands tugged at his hair as a string of profanity bounced off your tongue as you felt yourself release onto his face, your hips bucking into him with fervor, his nose brushing over your clit and his fingers bruising your thighs. Yet his eyes never once left the view of your head thrown back in pleasure as your orgasm was stretched for as long as possible.

With your legs still shaking, you released his hair, breathing out an apology for having been so rough. But all he did was release that husky laugh of his and climb on top of you, lifting your chin so you could meet his lips.

The remnants of your release were sweet on your tongue. It was downright sinful to moan into his mouth at the taste of your own fluids.

“Sweet, right?” he breathed against your lips. Your cheeks flared hot at his comment, though you found comfort in the fact that shyness was prevalent in his expression as well.

Moments were spared for you both to catch your breath, said moments lasting a while longer from all the deep kisses shared in between.

“Sit back on the bed,” you instructed him a while after.

There was no room for hesitance as he obeyed your motions to sit with his back against the headboard.

You had planned to be the one to tease him, have his legs trembling from how good you were making him feel, render him a whimpering mess under your touch. But he had beaten you to it and the patience with which you had started out your night had long been abandoned.

Jean wasted no time in pulling you close, not even to bring you down against his clothed cock for relief — maybe a little — but rather because he craved having you as close as humanly allowed.

Your hands found their usual home in his ash brown locks as you took your turn teasing him with sensual movements of your hips. His hand reached behind your back, expertly undid the clasps of your bra, and slid the straps down your shoulders as he littered your skin with kisses.

Once your breasts were revealed to him, his focus diverted straight to your nipples, his teeth faintly grazing at the sensitive buds while you tried to keep up the rhythm of your hips. He was painfully hard and his cock moved in the most subtle of ways each time you moaned next to his ear. But ever the generous partner, he offered you full control and it wasn’t until you reached down to tug at his underwear that he basked in the full sense of excitement over being one with you for the umpteenth time since your first.

He watched as your dainty fingers freed his cock from the last barrier and you lifted your hips just enough to line him with your entrance, your eyes never leaving his blushing face. He was so good at bringing you pleasure yet no matter how many times you’d made love to one other, his shy persona always came forward.

His honey-like eyes glimmered as he marveled at the sight of his cock splitting you open, your insides hugging him tightly, and your bodies melding into one.

Cupping his cheeks, you leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose, eliciting that husky sweet laughter you loved so much.

“I love you, Jean,” you whispered as you lost yourself in the warmth of his gaze.

“I love you, too,” he replied just as softly but with equal sincerity.

Your hips moved up and down, back and forth all on their own as you watched each other’s features contort in pleasure.

He began to meet your hips with thrusts of his own, his pelvic bone digging against your clit. That was until you squeezed his shoulders asking him to let you do this for him. It was hard to say no when you looked so damn beautiful bouncing on his cock. You did all the work, Jean just held on for dear life as he watched your pretty tits bounce and your mouth hanging open as you drove him to his limit.

Your thighs were burning but you were adamant about taking it all nice and slow, edging you both and slowing down before you could come too soon. You loved nothing more than the feel of him inside you, the veins running along his length brushing against the most pleasurable spaces. You’d be damned if you didn’t stretch this intimate encounter for as long as you could. But half of the job required willpower and you were slowly but surely running out of it with every stroke. One particular movement caused him to let his head fall back on the headboard and his fingers to dig into your skin with brutal force as he willed himself to retreat from his breaking point.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped, swallowing thick as he closed his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat at the act and you clutched onto him tighter before leaning forward and gently sucking at the vulnerable spot he had just given you access to. The vibrations of his groans against your tongue swelled you with pride.

"Jean," you called for him sweetly. He instantly knew to take charge.

All it took was a second for your positions to be switched, as he held you by your waist — your legs encasing his torso — and gingerly laid you on your back.

Raising your hips in the air, he began to thrust inside you with urgency.

There was an ethereal glow to your appearance as he brought you both to the peak of your pleasure. Something about the way you looked up at him with dazed eyes but unmistakable love emanating from them. Moments like this one, when you both made it evident how badly you wanted each other were his favorite. Though that didn't strip your shared simpler times of their meaningfulness.

He had lied earlier when he said he hadn't given much thought to your future.

Not a day went by that he didn't tell you how much he loved you but what you didn't know was how far ahead he had allowed himself to picture the rest of his life by your side. A nice house, a few kids running around — or a dog, a cat, or even a pet fish, your call — the chance to spoil you every waking day, to one day officially call you his and label himself yours, to make you happy and therefore offering himself the same because it was enough to know you had a smile on your face. To know his name was the only one you'd ever be screaming in pleasure in the comfortable shadows of late lustful nights. To know that the same voice spilling sensual profanity would also be the one to laugh at his jokes, cheer him on, and share secrets with him for as long as the universe allowed. He wanted it all.

Who knew the overly eager but equally sensible girl who moved into the house across the street would become the love of his life?

He was sure that's what it was. True love.

Sure, thinking that at eighteen was an effect of juvenile naivety but he was positive you and him were different. He was never letting go now that he knew how much more he could ask of a life with you. He didn't know when exactly but, soon, he was going to ask you to marry him.

The delicate touch of your hand on his cheek snapped him from his daze. He looked down at you to find you smiling, tears lining your eyes because he was making you feel so damn good.

He leaned into your touch, tilting his head slightly so he could press a kiss to your palm as he plunged in and out of your cunt.

"I love you," he breathed just as you began to tighten around him.

"I love you." The words spilled clumsily from your mouth as your legs enveloped his middle and he came inside you spurting thick ropes of white, an intimate luxury you'd only recently incorporated into your sex life after going on the pill.

Jean’s body instantly gave out the moment you had ridden out your highs and he collapsed on top of you, just barely holding his weight on a weakened forearm so as to not crush you but also refusing to be any further away from you. His cheek was pressed right over your heartbeat; the consistent thump in your chest was soon matched by his own as you laid there in silence under the dying glow of the candles.

Your fingers threaded through his hair, massaging his scalp and brushing along the edges of his face. You thought he had fallen asleep until he suddenly stood up and walked out your door in silence.

When he returned, he held a towel in his hands and a faint smile on his lips. Motioning for you to scoot closer, he spread your legs gently and began to clean you of the mixed fluids on your body. His touch was light and his expression focused as he made sure to collect the last of your slick along the inside of your thighs under your attentive gaze.

“What?” He tossed you a shy smile once he noticed you staring.

“Nothing,” you replied quietly with a shrug. His smile grew and he carefully placed a kiss on your knee. “You’re just very gentle for someone who just finished fucking my brains out.”

“Jesus Christ!” he half yelled with mild shock lacing his voice and taking over his features, though he broke into soft laughter at your lack of tactfulness. “You know I actually like you, right?”

You threw your head back in laughter. He was hovering over you a second after, grinning down at you and caressing your face with a feather-like touch. His smile was mirrored on your face as you threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him close enough for your noses to brush against each other.

“I have thought of it,” he pronounced suddenly. He put enough distance between you just enough to see your reaction. Due to no context being offered, your face just read confusion.

“What?”

“I have thought of it. Where this is headed,” he clarified.

Your features softened; he watched the shimmer of curiosity dance in your irises.

“Where to?”

You waited for his response but all he did was laugh softly and shake his head as he admired your face.

Answers were left unspoken but somehow you knew. Because you’d given it plenty of thought, too. You wondered if perhaps you were just so strongly enamored by the mere idea of being in love, and attached to this story you would one day tell your children — or a dog, a cat, or even a pet fish, you’d have to talk about it — about how the boy clad in cowboy boots and grumpy demeanor had become the love of your life.

True love. You were sure that’s what this was. Because even though your youth could’ve been a warning sign from the start of your relationship, you trusted you and him were different.

You pulled him down and connected your lips, relishing in his soft sigh of relief and his softened muscles as you urged him closer and deepened the kiss.

“Are you trying to go for another round or something?” he asked jokingly, but there was mischief in your eyes when he peered into them.

“Maybe.” Another kiss. Another sigh. Another smile. “You don’t want to?”

“Don’t ask dumb questions.”

The night had reached its peak of darkness when you woke up. Jean was fast asleep beside you with an arm tossed over your waist and your legs tangled together. His cheek was squished softly against the pillow and his features relaxed by his deep slumber.

The pad of your index finger gently traced over the contours of his face. This was a sight you would never get tired of seeing and his skin, his naked form was something you’d never tire from holding. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful and innocent.

And he was all yours.

You shouldn’t have been surprised when he opened an amused eye, catching you red-handed in your sneaky antics.

“I think I should start sleeping in my room from now on,” he murmured teasingly to your eye roll.

Humming amusedly, he pressed a kiss to your forehead but you turned your back on him and faced the wall instead, feigning annoyance to his trademark accusations of you being a creep.

“What are you doing?” he half-chuckled, half-whined.

“Going to sleep, you should go to your room,” you taunted.

“Well, I can’t now, you woke me up,” he rebutted as he scooted closer to you and held your waist from behind, burying his face in your hair.

It was hard to keep up the act once he began to litter your nude back with open-mouthed kisses.

When you turned to face him, he was smiling at you innocently, though the glint in his eyes carried a more suggestive message.

“Well, now I can’t sleep, either,” you pouted. He laughed.

“Good. You can keep me company, then.”

You sighed heavily as you laid your upper body over his chest and pressed your cheek to his warm skin; he kissed your hair and ran a hand along your back soothingly.

“Anything on your mind?”

You smiled, reminiscing over the future your imagination had crafted. But you shook your head, deciding to keep it to yourself. At least for now.

“Hm. Well, anything you want to rant about?” he urged, knowing you always had something to share in that area. “Any gossip?”

You lit up and propped your chin up so you could face him.

“I might have something,” you murmured cautiously, teetering over the edge of the secret of what you’d seen earlier that day.

He nodded once in encouragement. “Okay, spill.”

“So… earlier today… I bumped into Eren at the mall.”

“Eren?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. It’d been a while since your former lover’s name had been a topic of conversation or even casually mentioned.

You bit your lip, nodding.

“Are you mad?”

He furrowed his brows with concern toward your question. “Not at all, why should I?” Then his eyes widened. “Unless he did something. Tell me if he did. I’ll beat the crap out of him.”

Shaking your head, you laughed.

“No, he didn’t,” you assured him.

He seemed to calm down upon observing your airy demeanor.

“Okay, then what’s up with Eren? Did you talk?”

“Yeah. So, I actually literally bumped into him while I was walking out of the–” You paused, heating up at the memory. “... the store.”

Jean quirked an eyebrow. “What store?”

“Um… the lingerie store where I bought the set I wore for you tonight?” you replied softly, looking off into the distance and suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment. It was canceled out when Jean’s face flushed pink and he said through a faint smirk, “okay… continue.”

You proceeded to tell him all the details of your conversation. His wellness check questions, his sincere happiness for you and Jean, even his shy admission to being grateful that, out of all people, it was Jean you ended up with.

“Here’s the interesting part, though.” A Cheshire cat grin took over your features. “I think he and Mikasa are seeing each other.”

He morphed into surprise. It had, too, been a while since the girl’s name had been pronounced between you.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded.

“He didn’t exactly tell me they were together but he kept saying he was there with a friend and he blushed every single time. And when I asked him if his so-called friend was something more, he said no each time. But, I know Eren and he’s definitely smitten.”

Staring up at the ceiling in thought, Jean grinned.

“How did they even– when?”

You shrugged, mimicking his smile.

“Who knows? They might’ve come across each other after we all broke up,” you theorized out loud. “You know, Mikasa’s always been so polite to me, even after we started dating, but she has been awfully shy around me lately. I guess Eren’s why.”

“Huh,” he murmured. “Who would’ve thought?”

“Are you jealous?” you teased, poking his cheek.

He frowned.

“Are you kidding? Good for them but I’m happy right where I am right now.” He pinched your cheek, much to your dismay, causing you to pout.

“Are you jealous?” he retaliated.

You stretched forward to rest your forehead on his.

“Not one bit. I’m perfectly fine right here with you.”

You awoke from your slumber the moment that sunlight began to filter through your bedroom curtains.

As you looked up to steal your usual peek at Jean’s sleeping face, you found that he was already awake, looking at you with delight.

“Now who’s the creep?” you huffed but snuggled closer to him.

It was lucky it was the weekend and you had nowhere to be as you directed your focus purely on this moment of domestic bliss in bed with the man you loved. You were both still fully nude and you found pleasure in the intimacy of it all.

Early mornings weren’t so bad if you got to spend them like this, with his hands petting your hair and tracing the curve of your back.

“Hey, Jean,” you called for him after a while.

“Hm?”

“You see… last night… I had this whole thing planned out about doing the most for you and…”

He stared at you quizzically.

“Well… you kind of ruined that by eating me out.”

He snorted a laugh.

“Damn, sorry. I didn’t think letting you get off on my face would cause so much trouble.”

You giggled, cheeks flaring hot at his choice of words. He’d certainly grown comfortable in that aspect. “I mean, I liked it. I just wanted last night to be all about you.”

“You’re overthinking this. Everything was perfect,” he reassured but you shook your head.

“Actually… I was wondering if maybe… you would let me make it up to you right now.” You mindlessly traced circles over his chest. His brows furrowed as evidence of his confusion.

“What did you have in mind?”

The pads of your fingers trailed south as you maintained eye contact with the honey in his irises, only stopping once they reached his line of neatly trimmed pubic hair.

“I was thinking you could let me use my mouth… down here.”

Blood rushed straight to his cock at your proposal. It wasn’t long before he was positioned on the edge of the bed with you sitting on your knees between his thighs.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nodded with confidence.

“I’ve been wanting to try it for a while,” you confessed. “And it’s only fair, right?”

You watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat in anticipation as your warm hands curled around his length and began to stroke him firmly.

“It’s my first time so… you have to tell me what you like, okay?”

It was adorable how quick he was to nod his head, eager at the thought of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock.

A few measured strokes after, you dipped your head to lick his tip — flushed red and leaking beads of pre-cum — instantly causing him to screw his eyes shut and swallow thickly.

Eyeing his body language, you traced a few lazy stripes along his shaft as he peered down at your face, so alluring and skittish yet somehow laced with weary precaution as you put your limited knowledge of oral sex to practice.

Careful to not graze him with your teeth, you suck your face as far down as your gag reflex would allow. At least you had expected to be capable of taking more of him but you choked back a little and sprung up to cough.

“Are you okay?”

His hands shot out to hold your face, brushing your hair away as his concerned eyes scanned over your teary ones. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on even further to hear you gag but that didn’t matter if you were struggling to take him.

Nodding fervently, you returned to your original position, with your hands around the base of his cock and your tongue drawing lazy figures all around.

“You’re so pretty down here, Jean,” you murmured, your hot breath flaring over his tip. “I want to take every inch of you.”

It was a good thing he was sitting down because the sight of you innocently peering at him through your lashes made him weak. He was rendered absolutely helpless when you ventured to take him whole in your mouth once more, this time without gagging and using your shaky hands to toy with his balls and massage the length you couldn’t reach with your mouth.

You’d be too embarrassed to ever admit you consulted a porn site to figure out how to do the job. But considering how flushed Jean was, how much he twitched in your mouth and how tightly he dug his nails into his thighs, you figured it had been worth it.

There was a series of particular images Jean would have forever ingrained in a special part of his memory, and most of them had your face front and center. Your tear stained face from when you cried happy tears after realizing he didn’t hate you. Your side profile illuminated by colorful led lights at the eighth grade formal and your features scrunched in focus while you helped him with his tie hours before that. You in your burgundy prom dress, standing as the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Your shimmering eyes, messy hair and mouth lined with drying toothpaste foam the morning after you told him he was the one you were fawning over. The sight of your naked body under his, your features reflecting ecstasy as your nails dug into his skin and you screamed his name.

And now this. It was the messiest image to be stored in his memory. There was nothing objectively pretty about it. You were drooling all over his cock with hollowed cheeks. Your hair was a disaster from him impulsively tugging at it, your eyes were lined with tears and several droplets had already streamed down the sides of your face. You were having a hard time breathing but refused to give up until he came. No, it certainly wasn’t a pretty picture. But you had reached for his free hand, interlocking your fingers together, and he held onto you tightly. It was a moment that went beyond carnal pleasure or an unconfessed retribution for his own act of service the previous night. You wanted him desperately, you wished to savor him in every way there was, and he took pride in that.

There was also a metaphor hidden somewhere in the way you removed your other hand from him and reached down to rub your clit, but he was too lost in his impending orgasm to decipher it.

“Does it feel good?” you asked him in between your ministrations.

“Fuck yeah, baby. It feels so damn good.”

You moaned around him, the vibrations finally tipping him over into an abyss of delightful sin and white lights. His release came in the form of your name while thick spurts of white colored the back of your throat.

Just as the last of his cum finished leaking into your mouth, the doorbell rang startling you both and forcing you to pull away.

You didn’t get the chance to even question if either of you were expecting someone before the doorbell rang again, whoever was on the other side of the door begging for your immediate attention.

“Maybe we were too loud?” you wondered as you rushed to slip on your bra and collect your dress from the floor and he, his underwear.

He didn’t reply but he worried just the same as he slipped on his jeans.

“Crap, where’s my underwear?” you asked nobody in particular, panic overtaking your entire person.

The doorbell rang again.

No time, you decided.

“Just finish getting dressed, I’ll get it,” you exclaimed before scurrying out of your room to attend to this persistent character.

There was no winning if you made them grow impatient after disturbing their peace with your moans.

You swung the door wide open and froze in place.

The friendly face on the other side of the door was delighted to see you, though you weren’t sure if you could say the same — at least not under these particular circumstances.

You could feel the blood drain from your face, left feeling cold and anxious about what this sudden visit had barged into.

“Auntie.”

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