#jean Kirstein x reader smut

[arlerts-angel]

Who do you think would be the most into dirty talk out of the AOT boys?? I can see Jean and Eren in particular being into it, but I feel like it's definitely not limited to just them 😫 No pressures to answer this, I'm not sure if you take requests for multiple characters at once so feel free to ignore this if you don't!

a/n: thank you for sending this in!! MWUAH i hope you enjoy 🤍 PHEW i'm dizzy!!! 😵��💫❤️‍🔥

taglist: @la-undercover-latina @ringsofsaturnnnn @i-literally-cant-with-this @jeannineee @sleazymac-n-cheesy

warnings: multiple characters x fem!reader | pet names/light degradation: baby, pretty little slut, dirty girl, babygirl, princess, beautiful, angel | oral sex (m!receiving) | penetrative sex (piv) | light breeding kink (take a wild guess who) | sub-coded armin | reader is racially + bodily ambiguous! 🥰

ᯓ★ 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

☆ 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

i think at the top of the ranking, eren jaeger is the king of dirty talk. he is vocal about everything happening. gritting his teeth, hissing, and cursing at the way your pussy sucks him in each time he thrusts into you.

"fuck baby, your pussy's so fuckin tight. feels so fucking good... aw, look you, dumb on my cock already. my pretty little slut. yeah baby, just like that. slam your ass back on my cock. gonna milk me dry. fuuuuuuuck..."

☆ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

coming in hot at the number 2 spot on my ranking is levi ackerman. i think levi doesn't overuse curses because he has some dignity, but he definitely likes to narrate as if you can't feel the bulge from the tip of his cock.

"can you feel how i deep i am inside you?... taking my cock so well. you make me feel so good... so fucking good. you like it when i talk like that, don't you? i can feel your pussy tighten around me when i do. dirty girl. you like to be talked to like a slut? fucked like one too, yeah?"

☆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

connie springer isn't much of a talker when he's fucking you... but when you're sucking him off he likes to praise the fuck out of you. he absolutely loves getting head and he'll make sure you know it.

"oh fuck... you look so sexy with my cock in your mouth baby... fuck yeah... just like that. you suck my dick so good babygirl... can't get enough of your mouth, princess. look at those pretty lips around my dick..."

☆ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

number 4 on my list is jean kirstein. i think, much like levi, jean doesn't curse too much but really enjoys to praise you and your body and the heavenly things it does when you ride his dick.

"my pretty cowgirl. bounce those tits in my face baby. you're so beautiful... i love watching you ride me. yeah baby, just like that."

☆ 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

the love of my life, armin arlert my beloved. unfortunately he's last on this list. this is just my personal opinion, but i see armin enjoying YOU doing the dirty talk 9 times out of 10. not to say that he doesn't, but i think a lot of us agree that he's a whimpering, whiny mess in the bedroom.

"o-oh god, a-angel... please don't s-stop–! i-i'm so close... so close... so fucking close. yeah, right there! right there! right there–! 'm gonna cum. gonna fill you and give you a baby..."

mdni + dividers by cafekitsune & benkeibear

[planeteroticaaa]

— ALL MINE

(part of erotica’s & lovae’s valentines special💋)

ice hockeyplayer!jean who walked around the campus with the many gifts and trinkets various girls gave him, each one wishing him good luck for the big game today. he didn’t care about the chocolates, teddy bears, or the other stupid shit they gave him. hell, he didn’t even bother reading the love letters. none of it meant anything to him when he had to figure out an over the top way to make you his valentines because not only were you his soulmate and the one he’s supposed to grow old with, but he needed to win you back.

he walked past your lecture hall like he did everyday on his way to his own, thinking about how he used to be late to his own class trying to walk you to yours. it never mattered to him seeing as he always made up for it by participating in class and getting high grades on assignments. he didn’t know why he still poked his head inside the room to see if you were there. he tells himself and his friends that it’s to make sure you “got to class safely”, but in reality, he knows nothing’s gonna happen to you in the 5 to 6 minute walk from the dining hall to your lecture. truth be told, he really just wanted to see you. since the two of you broke up, you avoided him like the plague, but he knew you would have no choice but to see him when he’d visit the room you were in daily, using the fact that one of his teammates was in the same class as you.

though today was different because right when he was about to go into the room, he watched that very teammate ask you out with flowers and chocolates. he glared, scoffing watching you act all “excited” about candies you hated and flowers that weren’t even your favorite. it took everything in him to stop himself from going in there and breaking his jaw when you kissed his cheek and hugged him with your arms around his neck and his on your waist. how would you feel watching him kiss a girl after reading her love declaration?! it was even worse knowing he would have to play with him later today. the whole team knew he was still obsessed with you, especially this guy since he always teased jean about it so what fuck was he doing asking you out?

he thought about it the entire day. he knew that many guys were interested in you, but he didn’t think somebody would actually be bold enough to do something about their feelings. he had on his gear, ready for the final game of the season. his coach’s words of motivation went in one ear and out the other as he stared down his smug ass teammate. as everyone started to hype themselves up with different handshakes and chants, jean remained quiet, even bumping his shoulder going past him. his final straw was seeing you cheering at the game, just, not for him. you screamed that asshole’s name, your friends alongside you all happy about your possible new relationship and when he winked at you, jean tackled him onto the ice.

he knew he was in a world of trouble now once he got on top of him. he grabbed the collar of his shirt and began punching him, not stopping when the guy managed to get situated and got a few hits in, or when the security rushed over, or when he heard his coach yelling at him from the side. he had slight bruising on his cheek, his lip was bleeding, his knuckles were scratched up when he threw his gloves off, and he was being penalized and cussed out by his coach, but it was worth seeing you stare at him with your mouth gaped open. your more confused than pissed face said, “did you seriously just do that?” and the wink he gave you with the smirk on his lips while his coach spat in his face said, “yeah, and i’d do it a thousand times over.”

he wasn’t shocked when you went home right after the incident. he was hoping to talk to you once the game was over, but it worked out since it gave him time to buy the snacks and sweets you actually liked, flowers that were actually your favorite, and prepare his “i’m sorry, please take me back” speech. he originally wanted to do something crazy to show his never ending love, but it was clear after today he had no time to waste. with a done up basket, pretty flowers, and a speech he recited under his breath on the way to the door, he was ready though when he knocked on your front door and you opened it wearing his spare jersey he thought he lost with nothing visibly under it, arms crossed over your chest and leaning against the door frame with a disapproving look on your face, everything he planned to say left him at that very second. “well?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. “gimme another chance?” he asked, an unsure grin on his pretty, bandaged face. you looked him up and down and just sighed before grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging him inside the room.

“s-shit baby…you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, his head thrown back on your pillow, big, veiny hands on your hips as you bounced yourself on his cock with your hands back behind you on his strong thighs. you almost forgot how big and girthy his dick was, the stretch burning you when you first sat down on it after months of nothing and guys that were no match to him. “look so beautiful riding me like that,” he said mostly to himself, staring up at you with lust blown pupils, taking in the blissful expressions you made and the softness of your breast as he massaged them under the jersey.

fuck, it felt amazing, the veins running along his length grazing your walls, the curve ensuring the fat tip hit you right where you needed it, the thickness of it giving you that same delicious burn from before that had your legs about to give out, the ring of white cream you made at the base of his cock dripping down his balls, ass sticking to his pelvis from your mixed, gluey essences. you were getting tired and he could tell you were with how you occasionally didn’t bounce, but instead rocked your hips with your nails digging into his skin and biting down on your bottom lip.

he watched you, wondering when you’d quit being stubborn and admit you need help as he moved his hands all over your body, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist, harshly slapping your ass. he hadn’t had you like this in months, dick inside your tight walls making a mess all over him and whatever surface was beneath you. how long had it been since you fucked somebody? he hadn’t done anything to any woman since you’d broken up, even going as far to tell them that he was still with you. well, it didn’t matter, he could tell from the whimpers and whines that left your lips as your desperately rode him to continue that sensation of his cock bruising your cervix that if anybody fucked you, it wasn’t like this.

it was when your pace significantly slowed down that he sighed and pulled you down to him. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck like you were waiting for him to do this as he propped his feet into the bed sheets. with his hands on your ass, spreading it apart, he started to thrust up into your pussy. you screamed, eyes rolling back as his fat cock dragged in and out of you, balls slapping against you from the fast, rough change in pace. you could tell much he missed you from the way he hugged you close to him while making you cream in his cock. “yes! j-jean—yes, just like that, don’t stop!” you cried out, drool dripping down your chin as he fucked you further through your orgasm, overstimulating your pussy when he reached a hand down to rub harsh circles on your puffy, throbbing clit.

“missed you so much, baby,” jean grunted, the speed of his thrust into your pussy not letting up. “i—i missed you too! missed you so much,” you cried, moving your head from its spot in the crook of your neck to look him in his light brown eyes. your lips soon met his, tongue hastily pushing inside his mouth and swirling along his after such a long time without one another. everything was messy, saliva coating both of your chins, the liquids from your previous orgasms painting the bedsheets and allowing him to better fuck up into you with ease, the thin layer of sweat that covered your bodies sticking the two of you together.

“please, please, please fill me up,” you babbled incoherently, begging when you felt his cock start twitching inside your tight, gummy walls. his thrust became rougher, the broken, but rough and intense rhythm of his mushroom tip hitting everywhere you needed it too taking you to the brink of another orgasm. “imma fill your pretty pussy with my cum…she’s missed me so much, hasn’t she?” “yes! s-so much!” you gasped, eyes in the back of your head and body jerking as you started creaming all over him again. “i’m cumming! ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming, fuckkk!” you practically sobbed, pussy gushing. your walls spasmed around his cock, making him pump your insides with his hot, thick, ropes of cum.

you felt it leak out of your abused hole as he continued to fuck and overstimulating the two of you through your orgasms to the point you were crying and he was biting down on your shoulder with his eyes rolled back. you continued to fill the room with the most filthy noises, the sweet squelching sound from you pussy echoing and the slapping of your skin on his being all that you could hear once he had you seeing stars because he didn’t stop, even when he was about to cry from the overwhelming feeling himself. he was just too scared to lose you again.

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

BEING JEAN KIRSTEIN'S WIFE:

SFW

He's totally the type to brag out about his relation. Like, look how my girlfriend is perfect, she's all mine, ect. ect.

Likes to take your hand in his to show your matching rings while fixing the person in front of you in the eyes.

His favorite nicknames for you are "sweetheart", "princess" but the top of the top is "my wife". He loves how it sounds easy, yet so sweetly and loving.

If you had a bad day, he will drag you down on the bed, tickling you until you beg for him to stop while laughing like crazy. Or he will hug you by behind and leave long and passionate kisses on your neck.

He also like to nibble on your ear, watching you with a smirk while squirming under his teasing. He won't stop until you beg for it, it's sure.

Gets easily jealous and won't hesitate to confront any guys who approach you too much for his liking. He's just going to hug you while giving a dead stare to them.

Also, he is super caring, listening to you venting after a hard day or giving you a massage to relax your tensed muscles. Jean will literally do anything for you.

Man has legit planned all your future in his head but he won't say it because he's scared you will mock him.

Is also over-anxious about you, always imagining the worst scenario that could happen and just stress himself for nothing.

He secretly likes to be the little spoon. He found it adorable how your smaller body is pressed against his back.

NSFW

He definitively got the marking kink. He loves to cover your body in hickeys and bites, just to show that you are taken to other people.

"Like this, other guys will see you're already mine."

He will pass his thumb on the big purple hickey on you neck while you will be half-asleep after a rough seance of love-making with a proud smirk. Then he will kiss your forehead.

"So gorgeous, my wife..."

And... this man got a HUGE breeding and size kink. He just loves to imagine you being pregnant with his child... finally build a family. It's so exciting that he won't help but transform your insides into a creampie.

About the size kink, he likes to see your small body squirm under him as he fucks you like if there was no tomorrow, totally fucking your brain. Wear his shirt who is too big for you and he will turn MAD.

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 21 - sixty-nine.

Jean Kirstein x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: you and Jean get caught up in a late night romantic walk and that leads you to the both of your having sex on the training field.

Word count: 840

CW: NSFW and adult content, public sex, daddy kink, Sixty-Nine, oral (both!giving/receiving), hand job, face fucking, head pushing, face sitting and fingering.

Your knees and the palms of your hands began to itch from the shape blades of grass stabbing into you, cold air hit your skin and sweat dripped down your panting frame. Usually when you’re on the training grounds, you typically tend to be fully dressed and a whole lot more composed, however tonight was different all thanks to your boyfriend Jean Kirstein.

It all started with a harmless late night walk around the training grounds, you both stopped to watch the star, however when Jean hugged your from behind everything took a turn, you were still undecided on if it was a turn for the best or worse… but hey, the night is still young…

“What a nice visit” Jean hummed, before smacking your bare ass, you groaned as you continued pumping his hardy member. “Touch me there daddy” you wiggled your ass and leaned down it kiss the head of his penis, “I don’t know, you haven’t been a good girl” he huffed out a teasing breath on your slick sex and your whine, you stuck your tongue out and kitten licked his tip. “Please… pretty please” you mewl between sweet kisses and teasing licks to the length of his member, “start sucking and I might let you have my fingers” Jean mocked in a sweet tone, and so you licked a trail up to jean’s tip before taking him in your mouth. You took care to slowly take Jean further and further into your mouth, you got about half of his length in your mouth as you wrapped your lips around him and began bobbing you head up and down. “Yeah just like that sweetness” Jean let of a breathy chuckled and soon you felt his finger trailed your sopping cunt, after thoroughly coating his finger in your wetness he brought it you his mouth, as Jean licked your arousal off his finger, he moaned wantonly and his eyes fluttered shut. Jean then moved his arms under your legs, before suddenly wrapping them around your hips and pulled you into his face.

Jean desperately lapped up your juices and pleasure you with his tongue, you pulled back from his cock for a moment to praise him, only to have his hand push you head back down onto him. This time however you took too much of Jean’s member and began gagging, but still tried to suck him off, “don’t talk… just suck… and make daddy cum in that mouth” he said as flicked his tongue against you throbbing clit, before spilling it between your folds and in your desperate slit.

You choked out a moan around Jean thigh erection, Jean’s hands tangled in the hair at the back of your head, holding you steady before pushing your head over his cock. Jean bucked his hips up into your mouth before full on fucking your mouth and allowing your lips to meet the base of his cock, as he pushed your head down in time with his thrusts, before he bite down on your thigh. Jean grunted with a mouth full of your thigh as his thrusts faulted as you felt his cum spill down the back of your throat, you hungrily swallowed every drop, pulling your mouth off his member “daddy please, lick me” you moan loudly and leaned back hovering over Jean’s face. Jean buried his face in between your thighs and completely lost himself in your flavour, Jean’s tongue flatten on your clit and he allowed you to grind down on it, as he pushed a finger in you. You looked at Jean’s cock and watched as it re-hardened before leaning over and rubbed his member, he then moaned which sent a euphoric buzz to your clit. Jean’s finger a first only slowly pumped in and out, but the more desperate you got and the more you pumped him, made him finger you faster and pushed teasing into your g-spot. “Daddy I wanna cum… please” you cried out desperate, “so fucking needy all the time” Jean growled before sucking harshly on you bundled of nerves, with was enough to send you over the edge. As you came, you pumped Jean quickly until his cum leaked out onto your hand, Jean grunted and smack your ass before you got off him, you sat on your legs and licked your hand clean as you made intense eye contact with him while he sucked his finger clean.

Once your hand was clean you hummed, “so tasty” you licked your lips and Jean nodded in agreement, “so are you… here” he parted his lips slightly and stuck his tongue out for you. You leaned in taking his tongue into your mouth and suddenly your senses were filled with both yours and his flavours mixing together, you both moan and you climbed on him.

By the end of all of it both you and Jean agree that sex out in the open like that is only for special occasions, considering how hot and steamy it can get.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 20 - Ushijima Wakatoshi: Looking forward.

Day 22 - Loid Forger/twilight: Say it.

[firefly--bright]

come january. (2)

jean kirstein x fem!reader, modern au. part two of this fic.

summary ; to love someone is to know someone, fully, wholly, and jean fulfills this, wholly, knowingly.

warnings ; badly written smut, MDNI. ive never written smut before so its probably going to be bad. please tread carefully. literally the most vanilla sex u can ever imagine. too wordy.

a/n ; as said before ive never done this before and i really dont think writing smut is my forte with my writing style? but. i've had ideas and i just wanted to explore the idea of writing it. as practice. or wtv. so if you dont like it pls feel free to not interact at all OR leave a constructive criticism in my askbox/messages.

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again, MDNI. any and all minors who interact with this post will be blocked! this is a direct part two of this post, so reading it within context would be better :D

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middle tile art creda to @yuka-levi on twt!

Everything happens. Universes are created, ended, made again. Strings – thick, usually unbreaking and strong, snap apart when his lips are on yours and you lose everything you ever thought you might had in him. And it belongs there, you think, because it feels right.

You pull apart, breaths heavy, hearts lighter, burrowed in each other's chests so deeply that it would take a skilled surgeon to replace them again. Your smile is still present on your face, gentle, whole, and your smile makes him smile even if his eyes are closed. There's a distance pop followed by a big bright flash of beautiful golden and you open your eyes, turning to the source. Fireworks. Another one, farther away, flashes out in all its glory, looking like the birth of a star. Jean’s head rests on your shoulder, his hands cupping your cheek, not taking his eyes away from you, watching the light dance on your features, lighting the tip of your nose and side of your cheek, kissing the corner where your ear meets your jaw because he finally can. Because he wants to, because he finds himself present there, with you and against you.

You inhale as his kisses spread further down your neck, your heart beating with the numerous fireworks in the sky only for you to realise that the new year was here and he was by your side, on your side just as he was supposed to be. You turned and his kisses trailed to the apple of your cheeks, to where your smile met your eyes.

“jean.” You said, your voice overlapping the boom of the firework, and jean hummed, his lips resting on your forehead, unmoving and you could feel his own soft smile on your skin. His hands cup your jaw, and yours lay on his cheek, guiding his eyes to meet yours again.

“happy new year.” You say, and he swallows the sound of your voice, proving your existence to be heard and seen. “happy new year.” He echoes, proving his own life, breathing it into you. “I love you.” your smile turns softer. You echo back, “I love you too, jean.” You thumb rests on his cheek, his eyes fluttering close, brows furrowing slightly, his breath on yours, and he thinks about how his name has always been yours to say, thinking briefly about changing his name so that no one but you could say it, utter himself into his being.

But he doesn’t because you’ll have him as he is, and his lips are on yours again because he wants to taste how it feels like to be. You lean back with the force of his lips, humming shortly into him, goosebumps covering your skin as his hand grazes over your thigh, keeping you in your reality, locking you into a promise, into a routine that he wouldn’t change. You loose focus, his eyelashes feel nice against yours, his hands feel warm on you, his hair feels so soft under your hands and he feels twice more real than anything ever has and ever could. He kisses you with soft force, wanting you to know that you still have choice, but knowing you’d choose him. Over and over again.

His tongue mingles with yours, no hesitance behind his teeth, nothing that could make him reluctant. Second nature. Muscle memory. You allow him just the same, a small noise escaping your throat not in disagreement but with just the opposite. His hand leaves your thigh to support you as you lean further back, unable to hold yourself up for longer. You pull back, his lips still following your every move.

“we should- we...inside?” you ask, loosing coherence, but jean catches the meaning you throw away so easily. He nods against yours, and you feel your noses bump.

climbing down is muscle memory. Second nature. Routine, whatever you want to call it, but the moonlight at hushed words that were exchanged made it become more of a shrine of itself that it really was. Like always, like all the times before this one where you were less hidden but also less seen, jean helps you down. you climb with your feelings in your throat, your love spilling everywhere you'd touch, which makes you grab his hand with even more fervor as he helps you down, slipping in the room from the ledge.

Sitting on the edge of the bed of the spare guest room, you catch your breath. Jean stands near the window, supporting himself on it after closing it, trying keeping his own breath controlled, enjoying the view. He cant stop the smile that seems to now find his home on his lips without care. He’d get your lips tattooed on the inside of his ribs if he, carve your name that was always meant to be his into his bones so in the future, after being buried next to you, they’d be in a museum for people to connect the dots themselves.

Seconds pass. They feel like hours, and he leaves his spot on the window, kneeling infront of you, placing one hand beside you and one on your knee, travelling up slowly, finding god in the way your expression shifted so easily and openly infront of him, your breath hitching, leaning down to capture his lips again. Its different this time, if only a little, because the gentle warmth had progressed into a proper temperature, you think, as you rest your hand on the junction between his neck and his shoulder, your other one drawing soft shapes into his back despite the weight of the kiss. His tongue was on yours again, stealing all the words you thought you could speak but giving them their home anyway. Gasping as he pulled away, all control is left to be picked up by the wind as he leans over you, pressing himself onto you, your back hitting the soft mattress gently, his lips touching every part of you that was exposed, kissing the lines of your collarbones, every vein and muscle that was hidden, ashamed under your skin igniting with colours that you didn’t know existed. “jean,”

He hummed on your skin again, his voice cracking. He supported his weight on his arm that held itself next to your head, his eyes closed into you, feeling your own hands everywhere on himself, warmth spreading across his body. His hand lifts your leg up, his hand moving upward, feeling the rest of your body, the parts you hadn’t shown.

“jean, wait-“ you say. He pulls apart instantly, concern clouding his features as he peers at you, his lips still close to yours. speaking takes a lot of control, something you try to seize after everything he’s done to make you forget it exists, “the door.” You mutter, your hand on his jaw. He pauses, glancing at the lock that was left open before, and nods reluctantly. He doesn’t want to let go, and you agree, and you’re sure he knows it because your hand is still in his hair as he gets up. You do, too, opting to use the time to pull the zipper of your dress down.

If this was someone else – not that you’d want it to be – you’d have preferred to be more lost in the moment, but this was jean. Your jean, where every moment spent with him was spent lost within it. So you’d take your time because you had it. He wasn’t going anywhere – this was routine. Second nature, and jean turned back around from locking the door, breathing in to calm himself down again despite knowing that his breath was going to quicken, and it did. Or maybe he just lost all of it. All his thoughts stilled, only one ringing out in his ears along with his fastening heartrate, his cheeks red.

You're beautiful. With your clothes now pulled away, leaving you with your undergarments and the dim but present light shrouding your figure, lighting your hair, a small smile playing on your face.

You're beautiful. not that you weren't before but this - closest to divinity, closest to himself. Matching your state, jean decides to join you by removing his vest and the shirt that was underneath all in one swipe, while still taking long strides towards where you sat. his lips found yours as if they had never left, resuming your positions. Your hands find themselves undoing his belt as he presses kisses – soft, beautiful, full of words he couldn’t spell out – unclasping the hook of your bra with one hand, his own hands going down your back, tracing your spine that arched slightly, covered in goosebumps. Not because of the cold but because of how warm his touch was, because you were sure no-one had come close to the amount of softness that he held towards you. his lips were the complete opposite, his kisses fleeting but solid, sloppy but definite, sure of himself, of the fact that he wanted this – you. just you. everything with you.

He pulls away again and you suppress a whine, but he doesn’t go far – just enough to remove his trousers comfortably, throwing them somewhere on the floor along with the rest of his belongings. He doesn’t need them anymore because he has you and he belongs here, with you, more than he belongs with anything else he attaches himself with. Your pupils are blown wide and he sees the admiration in them, smirking when he catches you looking at him, your eyes going over every part of him without so much as an ounce of shame, unabashedly, maybe even a little proud.

He looks like god. His chest, well built moves up and down rapidly, his forearms outlining his veins, the slant of his chest that connected to his shoulders looked the closest to belonging you had ever felt. You shuddered as your eyes went even further down, taking in the contour of his dick, the fabric pulled taught, snapping your eyes to his again. And there lay your favorite view, even after seeing almost everything he had offered with simple actions and simpler existence, his eyes were always your favorite part – lit up but gauging your reaction, glazed over with everything he wanted.

“like what you see, beautiful?” he asks, leaning forward again, hovering over you with the same smile. your knees locked against either side of his waist, and you pull him in by the back of his neck to shut him up. “need what I see.” you whispered, your lips spelling it out on his own. He lifted your thigh, giving in.

his hands are everywhere. They're all your know, you're sure your skin could remember every callus and scar on them because of it. One settles on your hip, finally, the other still taking its time roaming on you, claiming its place near your upper thigh. His thumb his feather light, shadowy, whispering against the hem of your underwear, making you gasp. There's a spark in you that threatens to grow into something more, and you don’t know where to put your own hands. One circles his neck, playing with the ends of his hair – something that makes him stutter his movements. Your other hand, however, has plans of its own, carrying itself over to the waistband of his trunks, sliding further down, grazing the outline you had studied before. He grunts next to your ear. He licks his lips, his voice husky when he whispers into your ear, “god, you’re so beautiful.”

Not giving you a chance to reply if you even had one ready, he melts you into putty, his warm lips circling your nipple. Your strings are fraying, and his hand that had been resting on your hips is on your waist now, and you feel your voice calling out to him, pleading.

The spark grows, a knot forming in your core, “want- please, jean-“

“im yours, love.” He rasps, his tongue swirling around, making you gasp. You cupped your hand where it was, his size making another round of shivers run down your spine, his whimper on your breast, your skin soaking every sound as if it would save you from further decomposition, pulling the hem of his underwear down, feeling the size of his cock against you now. The spark evolves itself into something greater and you moan, his hand pushing your underwear aside. Whatever the spark was is now long gone, increasing its size into a fire, consuming your body, making your skin feel hot. He calls out your name, strained, gentle.

Your heart beating was probably the only proof of you being in this moment; the rest of your being had been fully consumed by jean, his lips sucking your neck, feeling your pulse in his mouth, trying with all his might to not give you everything he had, even if he was sure you already had it, drawn out and in front of him. He pulled you closer to him, your thighs hooked around his waist so you could feel him, and he could feel you, ready and wanting and waiting, your whimpers reaching his ears, settling in his chest, making him move, his muscles rippling with effort, all of which you could feel under your trembling fingers, gripping his shoulders with force as he pushed himself into you, filling you completely, slowly, wholly.  

Everything opened. Sounds felt a little like they were underwater, and it took you a while to accommodate him, his hips grazing yours, and he was saying something. You exhaled shakily and everything closed again, and you could hear him clearly now, his voice the only thing that could guide you.

“feels..so good, sweetheart-“ he says, his tone being something you hadn’t heard from him before. you like it, enjoy it more than the moment youre caught up against. His voice slinks against your body, deep and uncontrolled because it was with you and for you, his lips nest to the cup of your ear making sure you could feel each syllable at its peaks and lows. “tu es fait pour moi, mon amour.” He rasps. You don’t know what he means, but you can feel it with the way his hands circle your clit. It feels like he’s worshipping you – every part of you being looked at gently, just as you were supposed to, and he feels like prayer to you because his name is the only thing you know how to speak. You repeat it with your eyes fluttering closed, feeling the fire turning, meeting something new.

Your mouth only sings of him. Its muscle memory as he pushes inside you again, guiding your thigh delicately and you want to burrow yourself into him, let him sink into you like he’s doing for the rest of how much ever youre allowed to have. The flame heats you up from the inside, spreading across every part of your body once again and if you’ve felt like this before, this overtakes. You don’t know what to call it – feelings and words other than the moment feel far away and untouched.

you hardly have the time to ask him what it means, lost in the way he feels. Spark. Flame? Youre not sure what it is, hardly sure of what you are either, he’s pushing in you now, grunting softly beside your ear, and whatever that was is growing now, fast. “god, love-“ “jean,” the two of you say at the same time, his voice sending shivers down your warm spine, everything is spinning. This feeling isn’t routine, isn’t something you’ve ever felt before but you welcome it as if it was a part of your own body. He pushes in again, everything builds up and crumbles at the same time. Thoughts are broken, sentences are just strings of words and he fills you, fully. Again. Tightening, beauty that comes close to discomfort only if it weren’t with him. It feels right.

he says your name breathily, his voice strained like he’s been thinking about saying it for a longer time than this. “I’m g’nna.. oh,” he says, and his voice is the only thing that you can hold onto beside himself, your hand gripping his hair while the other one roamed in the limited space between his shoulder and toned arms, nails scratch, and scratching his skin just enough to leave light, red marks, that matched the blush on his cheeks. “can i- sh…uh,” he says, making you blink him into focus, a tear rolling down your cheek. Your heart squeezes when his face becomes clearer, his brows knit tight. “I’m sorry,” he says, barely a whisper, only the proof of one. You shake your head gently, your hand freeing itself from his hair and resting on his cheek, thumbing the tear away. “jean… it’s okay, love.” “im, I just… never felt this before?” he explains, or tries to at least, grasping onto the only meaning he could find – you. his hand clasping your thigh. His hand near your head, strands of your hair under his thumb. He breathes, ribs turning putty, heart molding itself around your hand, creating a cast. That’s where it belongs, he thinks. “I know. I haven’t either.” You confirm. Theres two of you now, worlds apart from where everyone else would be, and he looks at you, your eyes holding that sheen on them, cheeks stretched with a small smile and thinks about how unbroken the moment was. No space between your bodies, comfortable unpredictability. His bones hum with familiarity, being this close to you - sending something close to electricity but far more close to divinity into his heart. He nods, kissing the corner of your mouth. Then your jaw. Then your forehead.

“don’t hold back.” You tell him, unafraid. He nods, heart spurring.

Warmth, heat, spreading across your body and he goes a little faster, and you feel him everywhere, deeply, and your noises are only controlled by the barrier of your lips being bit by your teeth, something jean impossible notices, oulling your chin gently by his thumb. “don’t hold back on me either,” he’s so close to you.

So close. Your grip on his shoulder tightens, leaving a mark, his name leaving your mouth, freeing itself from wherever it was within you as if it was a part of you. he says your name just the same, his voice carrying out in the confines of the room, striking a chord only you can hear, only meant for you to understand. Your name has never felt like yours until he’s said it, like this, your back lifting, stomach touching his, and you feel the world collapsing, building. Flame turned into fire turned into smoke, your body shaking, sounds coming from your mouth merging with his and it stays there, unbroken, devouring, overwhelming. He’s out of you in what feeling like an instant but youre sure is slow, caring but time doesn’t make sense to you. the sheets under your legs are soaked, your muscles aching comfortably, unpredictably.

Your chest heaves, up and down, as does his, almost in sync. His strength sways as his body almost collapses onto yours, devouring, overwhelming, the scent of his rundown cologne and sweat and shampoo mixing into yours. devouring, overwhelming.

His lips are on your collarbone. You laugh with the little strength you have and jean drinks it up, a smile etching itself on his pink lips, his skin red. “we should.. do that more often.” You say. Your eyes closed, hand in his hair and he hums, nodding his head slightly, something you feel.

and this continues, becoming more than just a moment in your life, increasing itself into something that becomes your being. His knee bent, getting comfortable, and your thigh rests on his own, feeling his muscles underneath yours, skin to skin. It feels akin to holiness, but gods don’t have skin like you and jean. That’s their curse, you think, because you’d want to be human just to feel something like this again, no space between the two of you, legs entangled, warm, devouring, overwhelming, comfortable. If this was a new routine, you’d appreciate it for all the times to come.

His hand is pinned under your back and he lifts his head from your shoulder, resting It near your head, hair escaping and spilling next to yours. all of your parts meeting his. His eyes look at yours and you want to consume the look in them, something you wish was possible, but then he speaks and you think it is possible because his tone is the same as the way he looks at you – soft. Warm. Shining. “this may be the post nut clarity talking, but you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything that was right in front of me.”

Oh. Okay. He's saying what he wants to say, out of control, chest beating unexpectedly in control. A confession like this, under normal circumstances, would’ve been around in his head for about a week before actually having the bravery to speak it into existence, make it known. But with the prior fact already known – because it was you, of course you’d know – it was easy to say, and with that logic, everything became easy with you. not untethered but the exact opposite, everything was easy because it was connected and all of everything lead to you. always did. You breathe out shakily.

You kiss the crease between his brows, soothing it permanently, easing his features. You’ve never been good with words. When morning (or better yet, judging by how everything played out right now and how late it was, late afternoon) rolled around, jean was sure to have either a bouquet of flowers or an inexpensive gift with a full-fledged letter sitting on his desk, waiting for him in compensation. Either the letter or a text, you weren’t sure, the plan formulating in your head ass he breathed beside you, his breath fanning the side of your face.

you turn your face to his, opening your eyes again, looking into his. “if I told all of this to last year-me, I would’ve never believed it,”

He smirks. “cant believe you bagged the jean kirstein?” you scoff. “I hated your guts, I would’ve thrown up and asked myself what present-me was even thinking getting with that jean guy.” “oh,” he says, softly, his smirk slipping off his face comically. You laugh a little, shifting to your side to rest comfortably. His body shifts with yours, his hand now on the slight dip of your waist, thumb brushing your stomach.

“but present-me would tell her that I think… youre the most passionate and brave person I’ve ever met. And you make me laugh.” “its no that hard, y’know-“ “just take the compliment.” “yes ma’am.” He says, smiling drowsily, blinking slowly. You could capture his mouth in a kiss right now but you preferred to have it in front of your eyes instead of your lips. For now, of course. The promise of being able to see the same face with the same smile would mean you could kiss his lips and feel his mouth all over again, hundreds of times, like a beautiful predictability. Routine. He clears his throat. “thank you.” he says. You hum, gently, jean feels the vibrations of your voice against the thrum of his heart. He keeps it there.

“what… what else would you tell your past-self about… about that jean guy?” he asks, mainly to hear your voice again, under the guise of forgetting it every time you don’t speak, but really, its because he needs your voice to build the rope that he balances on. His hand reaches your cheek, feeling your words fully. You hum under his touch, thinking. “id tell her that… that jean guy is fucking annoying-“ “name one time ive annoyed you-“ “and pretentious.” “I have never once-“ “d’you remember when we went to that art gallery and you said that you 'loved how the elements juxtaposed each other'?” “…yeah.” “I thought you were just trying to sound smart.” “…I was.” You giggle at his admission. His ears tinge red, unseen because of the dark but not unknown because youre here.

“but I’d tell past-me that that same jean guy also held me when I needed it without asking. Made me laugh when I needed it without asking.” Theres a beat of silence. Jean breathes in, consuming your entirety, and youre okay with it. “that… this jean guy thought that past-me hated him because he was a dick.”

“yeah, I did,” he breathes out a laugh, continuing, “but then he – I – grew used to you. grew to like you. grew because and with you. and now present-me knows that present-you is resilient and patient and stubborn enough to stick with me.” “yeah, I should get an award for that.” “yeah, yeah, I’ll get you one.” He says, pulling you in closer with his arms, burrowing your face in his neck.

The moment would be unbroken. Even if the two of you had gotten up, reluctantly, after a while, under the bursting of fireworks, jean cleaned you up and helped you slip into your clothes again, fixing your appearance best you could. The moment remained unbroken as he held your hand, kissing your knuckles when you reached downstairs, catching sasha dancing with nicolo, connie on the table, marco trying to pry him down but not really wanting it to end, eren hyping him up. mikasa was somewhere behind him, with a small smile on her face as she glanced at you and jean’s interlocked fingers. The moment went unbroken even after the night ended, everyone hungover and piled on the floor of you and sasha’s shared living room even though the latter wasn’t even in her own home (she later texted you, extensively, about what happened with her and nicolo),  and jean woke up with a one page (front and back. You tried to keep it under the set word limit in your head but couldn’t) letter and a singular flower (you couldn’t afford to splurge until after your paycheck arrived). The moment remained unbroken even ass connie groaned about his hurting head and jean made fun of him for the same fact, marco glancing between the space – or lack of it – between the two of you as jean stood with an arm around your waist (something he later revealed he was panicking about in, his own words, “I didn’t even think much of it, I just sorta, did it, y’know,” but his eyes wouldn’t look directly at yours and the tips of his ears were red, a telltale lie).

The moment remained unbroken. It always would. Details kept safe, sound, intact, even while you retold it to your closest friends after only some pestering. Even after jean mulled over it on the most important day of his life, playing with his ring, adjusting his suit.

The moment, all the words and anatomy of it, remained unbroken. Beautiful. Holy.

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» watch me — jean kirstein x reader  *:･ﾟ✧

18+ content | 1,309 words | cw: afab!reader, sex toys, pet names (specifically “baby”), exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex f!recieving, dry humping, character cums in pants. | coaxing Jean into watching you wasn’t the hardest feat, but not being able to taste you was like torture to him.

“When you come home, I want you to watch me.”

Every single cohesive thought escaped his brain like dew in the morning sun. Just completely evaporated as his balls clenched and his cock twitched in his grasp. He almost dropped the phone, but managed to keep it up by his ear.

“What?” he croaked.

“I want you. To watch me,” you repeated. Your own words hazed by your own pleasure. For a moment he had to seize all movement so he wouldn’t cum right then and there. “Like this. But together.” With all gullible responses stolen straight out of his lungs, he frantically searched for some way of expressing himself, as his climax rapidly approached.

“Okay,” he agreed. Pathetic if you asked him later, but at that moment, no other words would form in his throat.

Now, Jean had arrived home from his travels, an early saturday morning, and what he found when he came home, was undeniably the most breathtaking sight he’s ever laid eyes upon. There you were. The love of his life, leaned back on the bed, completely bare and a dark look in your eyes. Time seemed to slow around him as he took you in. Your legs were spread wide, and beside you lay the toys he’d bought for you before he left.

“Jean,” His name on your lips sounded so sweet, but it sounded so far in his trance like observation of the sight unfolding before him. Not only were a variation of toys scattered on the bed. Oh no. One toy, a baby pink rabbit vibrator, was in your hand. Was inside you, pushed deep in between your walls, and teasing your aching clit. “Jean,” you moaned his name, and this time your voice snapped him out of his trance. His bag dropped to the floor and– “Stop.” The one word uttered by you, had him nailed to the spot, just as he’d taken his first step towards you.

“What?” Jean’s voice cracked and he had to swallow hard before he could continue. “What do you mean?” His eyes were glued to your figure, and your hand had stilled on the vibrator. For a moment it was quiet around you, save for the whirring of the toy in your hand. In your pussy. You had wanted to wait for him to come home before starting. You really had meant to, but as you’d laid out the toys and stripped down, teased yourself to make sure you were ready as soon as he’d arrived, you found yourself excited. Of course you’d be excited but you found yourself spurred on by the thought of what was to come, that you’d found yourself unable to stop yourself from going just a little further. And that’s when Jean had arrived home.

“Watch,” you urged, breathlessly. “You said you would,” you reminded. Jean’s jaw slacked as he stared at you, unblinking. It wasn’t that he didn’t fathom your words or remember what you were talking about. But he hadn’t expected you to hold him to it so soon. Or maybe he hadn’t actually thought you’d meant it when you said it, but oh was he wrong.

“What? Now?” he asked, clearly in disbelief. Sucking your lower lip between your teeth and biting down, you nodded in response. The way his gaze followed your every movement as you slowly began to pull out of your cunt as if mesmerized was thrilling. Intoxicating even. 

“Come on, baby, please!”

Jean’s arms hung loosely down his sides as he watched you shake your head at him. You angled the vibrator and pushed back inside and mewled.

“Baby—“ Jean’s hands balled at his sides. His jaw all but hitting the floor and he just wanted to touch you. To taste you. So so bad. “This is torture, look at you. Shit, I just want to taste. Just a little taste. Please.” The vibrator whirred as Jean practically begged and you felt powerful. In control. Your eyes locked and even looking into his eyes, you could make out the strain against his pants out the corner of your eye. 

Watching the toy thrusting into your sloppy cunt really was torture to Jean. He really tried his hardest to keep a level head for you, but his mind was spinning. His mouth watered and the very air around him seemed to be strumming. Quaking. Reverberating along to the sweet tune of the very toy responsible for his agony. He really did try though, despite his aching cock and the continuous pleas falling from his lips as you whined and writhed before his eyes.

He watched you. He ached for you. He craved for you and when you finally nodded in response to his pleas, Jean’s entire body moved entirely on its own accord. His knees dipped into the mattress and his hand curled around yours as he claimed your lips with his own in a hungry, almost starved kiss. Tongues tangled, saliva mixing and hot breaths’ shared before he broke away, hungry for everything that you could give.

Jean stared at you intently and pulled the toy from your drooling pussy. Your body felt like it was already burning, but when his eyes bore into yours as he switched it off and brought the toy to his lips, all that the heat in your body rose erratically. And when his tongue pressed flat against the slick surface you shuddered, pussy clenching around nothing. Aching. Jean groaned low in his throat when the taste of you finally danced on his taste buds. Under his excruciating gaze, you tried closing your legs, but in an instant Jean dropped the toy, taking hold of your knees instead, keeping you from hiding. There was hunger in his eyes and he needed you. He needed you bad, and he needed you now.

It didn’t take Jean long, nor did it take him much effort to move you up the bed until he could lie between your legs. With his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, he spread you open and dove in with no regret. Another deep guttural sound tore from Jean as his tongue finally met with the source of his deepest pleasures. You knew Jean, and you knew about his desire for the juices he now so eagerly drank from your lap. Yet, it sometimes surprised you just how much he seemed to enjoy it. But he did enjoy it. In fact, Jean relished in finally being allowed to taste you and bring you the pleasure he so desperately wanted you to feel. And you did. Jean was skilled. Eager, excited, but skilled. He instinctively slurped, licked, kissed, flicked and lapped at your pussy in such perfect sync with the song your body sang to him. You couldn’t hear it, but he could and it was a blissful symphony that he joined with his own lewd sounds.

Sounds that grew deeper as his hips bucked, rutting his cock against the mattress underneath him. The mattress, already giving way, ever so slightly under your writhing form. Writhing from the pleasure he gave you. The pleasure you gave him. The friction caused when he bucked into bed was good. Oh so good. Even better with your taste on his tongue and your sounds in his ears. And so he thrust his hips forward again. And again. The pleasure in his mouth and the pleasure pressing and sliding against his cock sent his head spinning. It pushed him steadily towards the edge. Rapidly as he pushed you towards it as well. Pushing. Pushing until you both reached it. Pushing until you both tumbled over it. You cumming on his tongue, just as he’d wanted, and him spilling in the confinement of his pants. Pushing. Even then, Jean could not get enough. He could never get enough of you.

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pass him to the homie; connie springer & jean kirstein [mature]

connie springer x trans male reader x jean kirstein 2.7k words

mentioned hcs: trans male armin arlert survey corps captain! jean kirstein section commander! reader

cw: explicit smut; pwp; threesome; jealousy; penetration (p in v sex); mentions of fingering, oral sex; edging; jean is a virgin; swearing

connie is an ass here and i've been craving that

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His body is warm against you. You pull the sheets closer, hugging Connie to you. 

“I mean, he’s a virgin, so I do kinda feel bad for him,” Connie says, pointing out this or that fact for his own sake. “And you’ve been going on and on about getting fucked like you’re the Survey Corps’ local whore—”

“That is exactly not what I’ve been saying,” you answer. “I think. I just like thinking about getting passed around. I don’t think of anybody in the Survey Corps. I only think about what it might be like to have two dicks inside me, maybe one in my mouth.” Or Armin’s pussy on your face. 

“That’s the same thing as being the whore of our Regiment.” 

“Shut up.” You press a kiss to Connie’s jaw. “You’re my only boy, you know that.” 

“But you like being called that.” Connie grins. Slips out of your hold to situate himself in his rightful position on top of you. “Don’t you?”

“So you’ll let me be one?”

Connie eyes you, distrustful. If you ask to fuck Commander Hanji he’ll throw both you and him out the window at the thoughts that sort of scenario would put in his head.

“Come on, Connie,” you urge playfully, tracing his jaw with a callused finger. “Even you said you feel bad for the poor virgin.” 

“Sure I do. So.” He gives your finger a teasing nip. “Call him over.” 

You pause. Look up at Connie. “What?”

“Bring him in here. Let me show the virgin how to fuck.”

—

“Come on, Jean.” Connie pulls your legs open wider with his hands on your thighs. You whimper and tell him to please, put it back inside, grabbing at the hand that has left your throat. “Yeah, baby, I know. I know. Shh.” His fingers leave your thigh to slip into your wet, puffy slit, thrusting in and out at a slow, temperate pace. Connie makes sure Jean sees the way his fingers come out covered in a ring of creamy fluid. Yours, and his, after he fucked you to near-orgasm maybe twice, or thrice. “I’m trying to do my boy a favor, Jean. He wants to know what it’s like to be used.” 

“And you’re” —Jean swallows as you plead with Connie again, but the other man shushes you quickly, whispering that you might lose the chance to get what you want— “You’re too nice for that, eh? While I’m not?”

“Who knows, Jean?” Connie answers. His fingers slide out of your hole to pat your thigh. Presenting you to Jean. “Why don’t you show us?”

Connie hears the desperation in your voice as you raise your own argument, pleading with Jean now. “Jean, please—please please please please, I need it. C’mon. Connie’s always so mean. Won’t you be good to me? ‘M your best friend.”

“Yeah, he’s your best friend, Jean. Won’t you help him out?” Connie grins. “If you don’t, I swear I’m going to kick your ass outta here and fuck him so good the idea of what you could’ve been doin’ is burned into your brain while he’s screaming my name.” 

“Shit, (Name),” Jean laughs. “You’re right. You’re pretty fucking mean, Connie.” 

“I’ll be a lot more than mean if you don’t fuckin’ hurry up. You’re leaving us hanging when I could be fuckin' a pair o’ twins into my boy right now.” 

“Fuck off,” Jean mutters as he pulls his zipper down and drags his pants off his legs in jerking, hasty movements. He looks up at you and Connie. Connie smirks with pride as his friend’s eyes trace the curved outline of his cock. With you spread out before Jean, your back to Connie’s chest and your sweet boy-pussy bare to the world, he wonders how in the world Jean is able to hesitate, to give you a maybe instead of the yes you deserve. But the good vibes fade fast as the other man opens his mouth to ask a stupid question,

“Do I take my boxers off or—”

“Just get over here you virgin!” you complain, cock-drunk symptoms fading with every second you don’t have something inside you. Connie pinches your clit and you gasp. Shake a little bit in his hold. 

“Be nice. Or you aren’t getting anything from either of us tonight.” 

Jean has his button-up halfway off. He'd taken his underwear off with an ungraceful, hurried flourish the moment you spoke. His cock struggles against his foreskin. It bounces as he approaches you. 

“Get on the bed,” Connie tells him. He has three fingers all the way inside you to keep you stretched out for Jean. 

Jean grimaces, ruffled at being ordered around, but joins you on the bed. He sits there. Clueless. 

“Ymir’s shit, were you not paying attention earlier?” Connie says, uncharacteristically paying no mind to your soft moans as he curls his fingers in and out of you. “Use your head, Captain Jean!”

“Um.” What a dumb way to start. Connie lets him gather his thoughts anyhow. “(Name), you’re alright with… having sex with me?”

“Tightened up just now, baby,” Connie observes, looking down at your face. His cock remains pressed against your ass, still leaking. He can’t wait to fuck Jean’s cum into you. “You want Jean to fuck you, (Name)?”

“Yes,” you sigh. “Yes, Jean—Captain, please. I want you inside me, Captain.”

Jean’s jaw goes tight. Connie does end up laughing a little bit this time. “Looks like he liked that, (Name). Well, you heard him, Captain. Let’s see how well you ride.”

Jean meets Connie’s eyes. The challenge in his voice is clear. Jean swallows again, then pulls the foreskin back to bare his cock. A breath goes out of Connie at the sight. You moan loudly, watching Jean fondle his cock, thinking of having it inside you instead of Connie’s fingers. 

Jean looks pleased with your reaction. Connie almost rolls his eyes but pulls his fingers out of your pussy as Jean moves closer. His hips meet your thighs. Jean bites his lip, teeth leaving marks in his bottom lip. The swollen flower of your pussy bare before him gets his breathing fast and uneven.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Captain.” You let go of Connie’s hand. Wrap a strong hand around Jean’s hip to pull him close. His cock ends up grinding against your pussy, sliding all the way up, rough and ridged against your juices. “I need you.” 

Jean wraps a hand around the base of his cock. Pulls his hips back, shivering with sensation as you bring your hand down over his ass down to the back of his right thigh. The head of his cock kisses your slit. He looks up and shares your intent, watchful gaze. He keeps his eyes on yours as he fucks his cock into you with slow, minute thrusts of his hips, just like Connie told him to, and is rewarded by the sight of your expression, full and tight with pleasure as he fills you up. 

“Give it to him harder, Jean.” Connie grabs onto the back of Jean’s other thigh and the man almost topples forward. “I prepped him well for us.” 

Jean ends up all the way inside you within the span of a second as you and Connie pull him in close. His mouth opens. Chest heaves. Whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it on purpose. Should you be clenching around him so tight? Clinging to the base of his cock like an unrelenting fist of velvet? The first moan that leaves him is uncontrolled, unabashed. He doesn’t see the shiver that wraps around your body at the noises he’s making.

“You’re panting like a 30-year-old virgin,” Connie says. But Jean can tell that his friend’s focus isn’t really there. Connie has his eyes on the way Jean’s cock fucks you. 

“Getting off on this, Connie?” Jean grunts out, thrusts picking up speed. But he keeps them deep, makes sure each time his cock slides inside you it kisses the part of you Connie had shown him with his fingers earlier. From the choked cries scratching at your throat, Jean knows he’s doing a great fucking job. He’s an attentive man, he can say with certainty, and with pleasure. 

“Shut yer trap and savor this, Jean,” Connie says in a rough, hard voice. Jean feels and sees the way your pussy clenches and sucks his cock in deep. He wonders just how easy it is for Connie to get you off, if barking shit at someone already has you clenching up. “I’m not letting you do this again, so hurry up and fuck him good.” 

“Connie—” you start in a choked voice. 

Connie tenses, immediately at attention. “Slow down, Jean.” Jean senses the dangerous tone in Connie’s voice and stops mid-thrust, with his cock halfway inside you. “What d’you need, baby? Talk to me.” 

You only grab at his hand, pawing at it until he lets go of your thigh, and shakily place it over your throat. On instinct, Connie squeezes, fingers wrapped around your neck in a V. Your Adam’s apple bobs. 

Jean gives a loud groan. “Fuck, he’s getting tighter.” 

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you know how to give him what he needs.” Connie presses a kiss to your cheek, grip loosening. “It’s alright (Name), I got you. Ask Jean to fuck you harder, baby. I know what you need.”

“Fuuuuck fuck fuck fuck he’s so fucking tight,” Jean says in a near-whimper. He wraps hands of steel around your thighs to steady himself. 

“Y-you gonna cum already, Jean-boy?” you say. You grab his elbow and thrust your pelvis to his. His cock slips all the way back inside you. “Come on Jean. Come on come on come on, don't stop now.” You tug the man closer to you to whisper words in his ear, “I need your cum inside me.” 

Connie blinks dumbly at your words. Jean gives a loud gasp, nearly thrown into an orgasm by your plea and the welcome clenching of your hole. 

With his eyes shut tight, Jean starts moving again. He knows that if he speeds up even a little more he’ll be spraying all over your walls, but he wants to make you feel good. He wants to know what it feels like to have you cum on his cock. So he lets you cling to his bicep with a hand as he really starts to fuck you, his mouth opening around ragged moans with every thrust.

Your head falls back into Connie’s shoulder, moans coming out as high-pitched cries. Connie squeezes your throat, has you struggling for breath as your friend fucks you like a man possessed. Their actions have you writhing against Connie, barely in control of your body. 

“Fuck, keep choking him Connie. He really fucking likes it.” 

“Believe me, I know,” Connie says. “And would you stop saying ‘fuck’? Get a grip and do what he needs you to.” 

Your body heaves and your grip begins to bruise Jean’s skin. Who would have thought that he’d ever get to top you? You, the nineteen-year-old Section Commander of the Survey Corps, who has led your soldiers to victory against even Marleyan Warriors. You, who nearly half a centurion of girls have professed their undying love for. It surprised him that Connie was the one who manhandled you in the relationship. That you bent to Connie so easily and with such fervency. That you’d beg for both him and Connie to fuck you like a whorish darling. 

“Getting close, honey? Yeah, just a little more.” Connie rubs a hand over your stomach. His accent has his words thickening as he murmurs innuendo—promises—into your ear, “Let ol’ Jean-boy fill you up.” 

Connie’s grip goes visibly white-knuckled around your neck. You struggle against him. Not because it’s too much, not because you don’t want it, but because you can’t help it with Jean balls-deep inside you and the fingers of Connie’s other hand cupping your clit. 

Jean’s body curves inward. Curls to the right. His thrusts grow unsteady. 

He stutters your name, “(Name)—(Name), oh fuck, fuck!”

And he loses it. 

You wrap your legs around his body and drag him in close. Even with the entire lack of space Jean keeps plowing into you with harsh, uneven thrusts that go shallow and deep, at a breadth and width he can’t control. The man fucks his cum into you just like you asked him to while pushing through the pain of overstimulation as he feels your own orgasm approach. He needs your cum on his cock. 

Connie’s voice descends into a ragged grunt. “Don’t let his cum go to waste (Name). Cum for him. Keep it all inside.” 

Jean’s expression forms into a grimacing wince. His body begs for him to stop. But then you throw your head back and cry out his name. 

That’s when the near-pain blooms to full-blown agony, juxtaposed with the glorious pleasure of having a boy like you cum around his cock. 

“Jean, Jean!” All coherence leaves you after his name is thrown out of your mouth. It hurts to have you clench around his cock, but the thighs you have wrapped around his waist leave him no room for any other movement. Connie pants like he’s in heat while you cum. You have him enraptured by your blissed-out countenance. 

“Just like that (Name),” Connie rumbles into your ear, words meant for only you to hear with the 70-decibel sounds you make. “Just like that. Good boy.” 

You go limp against his body moments later, gasping roughly for breath. It hurts to breathe. The muscles in your throat are run through. 

You feel Jean’s hands on you. One of his hands takes your cheek in his palm, and the other rubs a thumb lovingly into the outside of your thigh, just at your hip bone. His lips brush the corner of your mouth. 

“Thank you, (Name).” 

You soften in his hands, in Connie’s. With Jean’s cock still inside you, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, chaste and deep all at once. Jean pulls away after only a few moments. He can feel Connie’s eyes on him. 

“You’re such a good friend, aren’t you Jean-boy?” Connie says as Jean moves back. His heart stops. 

Oh shit. 

But Connie only turns to you. “We’re never doing this again.” 

You say nothing in answer. For a few breaths, only the exhausted pants forced out of your body fill the silence of the room. Your body creaks as you slip out of Connie’s arms, pushing Jean away.

“Fuck you guys,” you say. Jean scurries over to a corner of the bed on his hands and knees as you turn around to face Connie. “It’s my turn to show you both how to fuck.” 

Your hands steady your body, pressing into the hard muscle of his abdomen. You sit just above the place where his cock stands at attention. Leaning forward, your hardened palms slide up the expanse of muscle of Connie’s body. Your hands find his face. One clutches the side of his neck to feel the pulse there. You smile gently at the nervous hummingbird rhythm of his heartbeat fluttering against your palm. 

“It could never be anyone else, Connie,” you tell him, knowing how deeply the displeasure runs with you having shared a kiss with Jean. Your next words are like an afterthought, a secret you want only you and him to know, “God, if only you knew.” 

“Show me.” Connie runs his hands over the muscles in your back. His grip is unforgiving. “Prove it to me. Show Jean how you fuck the man you love.” 

“I think the proper term is ��to make love to’—”

“See baby?” Connie sighs. “You got to shut him up for us.” 

“Yeah.” A slick trail of fluids, this messy composition of Jean’s seed and your cum, wets the skin on Connie’s stomach as you rise up to your knees, pussy sliding against his abs. You scoop it up with two fingers to taste it. “Mm. Not as good as yours and mine, Con.” 

“‘Course.” Connie grins. You see the sick idea form in his head. Something normal, by your shared standards. “Let’s have Jean taste ours once we’re done. Will you let him put his tongue in your pussy? Give him two minutes for it.”

A soft ‘oh’ sounds from the man behind you. “Couldja give me five?” 

“Shh, both of you,” you say in a soft voice. They shut their mouths. Wait.  “It’s my turn.” 

Connie brings his arms behind his head, watching you take him inside you with a self-satisfied grin. 

Your cum, mixed with Connie’s and Jean's, evokes a highly exquisite flavor.

[goodkushnalchohol]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: jean kirstein x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: enemies to lovers trope with jean

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: enemies to lovers, slowburn, kinda suggestive? frat boy jean, college au.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i don’t like how short this is but i wanted to write something small. reblogs and likes are appreciated!!

- you caught his attention cutting reiner off with a remark that made the blond man stutter and fumble with his words. jean knew he wanted to see you do the same once he saw the smirk playing on your face.

- you can NEVER. have a normal conversation with your friends without him cutting in and saying something sarcastic about whatever your saying.

- repeated whatever you just said in a higher pitched voice just to piss you off and get under your skin.

- always, and i mean ALWAYS finds a way to make his presence known in a group setting with you. whether it’s trying to be funny or loud, he’ll make sure you know he’s there.

- often stares at you from across the room without knowing but plays it off when you spot him by smirking and turning around like nothing happened.

- acts like a playboy and thinks he has game but really just has good hair and a sarcastic personality, tries to use that to make a move on you without seeming obvious.

- you two are fighting so much you don’t realise everyone else has noticed the tension between you.

- first to notice any mistakes or slip ups you make and will most definitely point them out. he wouldn’t do it to anyone else (except maybe eren) but he does it to you just for your reaction.

- finds out your favourite snacks from the vending machine in the cafeteria and buys them all so you can’t have any. he then denys doing it on purpose and claims he simply “stocking up” and that it’s his favourite snack too.

- literally any mean comment he says about you, he means the exact opposite.

- yes he will kick your shin from underneath a table and will most certainly blame it on whoever’s sitting next to him.

- gives backhanded compliments as a way of giving compliments. (if your hair looks particularly good one day he’ll say it looks shit)

- “accidentally” bumps into you.

- often too scared to say anything rude when you too are alone. he only ever does it when there’s other people around.

- you can never avoid the man. he’s right around every corner you turn and is already sat at your regular lunch table. you eventually think he’s beginning to do it on purpose to annoy you. ( he’s BEEN doing it on purpose)

- starts to dislike the same people you dislike out of habit. he didn’t even realise he’s doing it until he wonders why he doesn’t like a certain person anymore.

- gets annoyed when you talk to his friends because he doesn’t want them being acquainted with you. he’s made it very clear you bother him.

- once he realised he likes you he finds himself at loss for rude comments. tried to keep them tame so he doesn’t insult you but can’t think of any not rude ones on the spot, so he stands in silence til you laugh and walk away.

- acts like he doesn’t notice when your hurt by something he said and beats himself up about it later in the evening.

- gets marco to talk about him when he’s not around and then acts like he didn’t ask the boy to do it for him when you mention it.

- often finds himself thinking about you when he’s trying to study. wonders how he can turn around this cat and mouse thing you have going on.

- the teasing and bickering eventually becomes more flirting than fighting, and he keeps himself up at night thinking you really might like him.

[sultrysparkles]

"cmon baby one more..." he coos into your ear, nails still digging into the fleshy fat of your ass as he guides your hips up and down on his girthy cock. he was determined to get one more orgasm from you. he had to.

it felt like forever. you had been bouncing up and down on his shaft for what felt like ages. you couldn't even recall when it all had started. one orgasm to another, he simply couldn't get enough. he was addicted.

you felt that same knot in your stomach tighten again, this time it was much tighter and intense. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened, your nails engraving small crescents.

your boyfriend had noticed this, he swiftly grabs onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming himself into you at an cervix bruising pace. it was so quick you could barely could even process your own high approaching by second. then you felt it.

back arched, eyes rolled all the way back, jaw dropped, legs trembling. it was intense and heavenly. you've never felt anything so good in your life. it was so good that you didn't even notice the fluid you had squirted everywhere.

as you came back down from your high you realized your boyfriends thrusts had came to an abrupt end. "w-whyd you stop?" you ask, somewhat disappointed. but your boyfriend was looking into your eyes, a cheeky smirk plastered all over his face. "dirty girl- you squirted on me..." he panted out, slowly beginning to buck his hips into your cunt again.

you notice the tacky thin layer of liquid painted between your thighs and his lap. you let out a breathy sigh before your boyfriend whispers into your ear.

"y'think you could do that again for me pretty?"

gojo, geto, nanami, kirishima, hawks, denki, eren, jean + any of ur favs !!

[luverine]

Virginity…

NSFW // MDNI

He doesn’t want to admit to you that he is inexperienced.

He swore he would never tell a soul that he’s never had sex with anybody.

But here he is sweating bullets. He's so nervous because you are rubbing your hand on his thigh with half lidded eyes.

He holds his breath trying to not cream his pants. He was doing good too until you straddle him going in for a kiss. You taste like vanilla.

Fuck he can’t do this…You begin to grind on him putting pressure right on his sensitive dick.

“Shit! I haven’t done this bef-“ He freezes letting out a deep guttural moan. As he releases his load inside of his jeans.

You coo and admire him as he’s twitching and panting. As he’s recovering from an orgasm you unintentionally gave him. You meet each other's eyes.

“Wanna know what pussy feels like?”

✦ SHIGARAKI, Dabi, BAKUGOU, Denki, Amajiki, SHINSO, Megumi, Cloud, JEAN, Armin, AKI ✦

✦ Likes, reblogs, comments appreciated

✦ credit for divider cafekitsune

[stxrrydreamss]

“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”

Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Gojo, Geto, Itadori, Megumi, Choso, Nanami, Xavier, and Zayne.

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

Mommy or daddy?

Includes: Levi, Erwin, Armin & Jean

Levi:

Daddy kink at 99% but still prefers the 1%. He is the dominant guy but likes to be surprised from time to times with more spiciness as you take the charge. However, he won't specifically ask you to be on top so you will be the one that will need to take the initiative.

Erwin:

Daddy at a full 100%. Have you seen this man? He is HUGE. There is no way he gives you the control in bed. You are his little girl and stay his little girl no matter what. He is rather gentle with you, only becoming more strict if you call him by his name instead of 'daddy'.

Armin:

Oh... sweetheart is 100% for mommy. He is his mama's boy, liking to be praised and crying when he is punished. He wants someone strong to tell him he's good enough and to control him. He tries to behave as much as possible, doing everything he can to please you.

Jean:

Both of them at 50%. He likes to switch, one day dominant, the other day submissive. It makes him less stressed knowing he can count on his mommy to take the lead but he also feels proud to control his princess. Unlike Levi, Jean is less embarrassed to tell you his needs.

[fatherbrat]

LET'S SNEAK, AOT MULTI

sum. various aot boys and how they fuck you while trying to keep your relationship a secret. inspired by lyrics from sneak by leon thomas :p

feat. eren jaeger. jean kirstein. connie springer. armin arlert.

cw. cheating/infidelity, missionary & doggy, face-sitting, a nasty blowjob, praise, riding/cowgirl, creampie, office sex, risky sex, hold the moan, reader has multiple orgasms, some angst if you squint, not proofread...

wc. 2.7k

EREN JAEGER “can i fuck you in the daytime, daytime? even though that pussy isn’t mine.”

Eren’s moral compass is a bit skewed.

But you wouldn’t dare tell him that. He’d only throw it right back in your face, claiming you're worse. You’re the one with a boyfriend after all. He’s single. Technically.

“Where’s the boyfriend?” Eren asks as soon as he crosses the threshold into your home. He doesn’t bother waiting for a response before pulling his shirt off.

You close the front door behind you and sigh. “He’s out of town. Look…” You hesitate, not really wanting to finish your sentence, even though you know it’s long overdue.

Eren turns to look at you, one eyebrow raised. “Don’t tell me you’ve grown a conscience.” He doesn’t sound annoyed, or even surprised. More like…intrigued. Regardless, the words make you wince.

“He wants to take me to meet his parents,” you tell him, avoiding eye contact.

Eren lets out a whistle. There’s a moment of silence, both of you lost in your own thoughts, before you hear the sound of Eren unzipping his pants.

You stare at him. “What are you doing?”

He smirks. “I’m already here. Might as well go out with a bang.”

You don’t bother wasting any time pretending you weren’t hoping he’d say that. You strip, and almost immediately you’re pressed against a wall. Eren kisses you in a way that can only be described as needy, like he’s taking extra and stowing it away for later.

His hands are everywhere, squeezing and caressing and memorizing.

When he lays you down on the sofa, you aren’t expecting him to plant his tongue between your thighs.

“Eren–”

“Shhh,” he whispers, lifting his head to meet your eyes. “This is the last time, right?” He waits for you to nod before continuing. “Let me savor it.”

He makes surprisingly quick work of making you come and kisses you right after so you can taste yourself on his lips. When he fucks you he does it slowly, agonizingly, eyes glued to your face as he watches your lips part when he bottoms out.

Your nails dig into his back. “Eren, don’t tease,” you huff. “Faster.”

He smiles down at you, shaking his head slightly. “You’re so impatient,” he says, clicking his tongue. “What happened to letting me savor it?”

You squirm beneath him. “Fuck savoring. Fuck me.”

Eren doesn’t need to hear you say it twice. He picks up the pace, dropping his forehead against your shoulder as he grabs your waist.

“Gonna miss this pussy,” he breathes against your skin. The way he says it is tender, a stark contrast to the rough way he pounds you. You wonder, just for a second, if he really means that he’s going to miss you.

But Eren can see your mind wandering. He taps your cheek.

“Hey. Pay attention. You haven’t come enough times to start losing your mind already.”

His eyes narrow as he takes in the sourness of your expression, unimpressed by his statement.

He huffs and pulls out. “Turn around.”

“What?”

“Turn around and get on all fours.”

You frown but comply. He rests one hand flat against your back, pushing you down into the perfect arch before he prods your slit with the tip of his cock.

“Gonna make you see stars,” he mutters, before burying himself inside you.

And he does. His rhythm is dizzying, and it has you biting into the couch cushions, groaning with every stroke.

His arm wraps around your hips so he can lay his hand flat on your lower belly. When he travels lower and starts to circle your clit, all the muscles in your core tighten. He doesn’t slow down when you reach your climax. In fact, you think he goes faster.

“Fuck, Erennn,” you whine, dragging out the last consonant of his name as you dig your fingernails into your palm.

“I know, I know. Takin’ me so well. One more.”

You try to remember what he’d always say, something about good girls coming in threes, or maybe third time’s the charm. Something that meant he’d always make you come three times before leaving. It’s hard to think of what it was when you can hear him slamming against your ass.

He draws out the third one in no time, calling you his good girl as you moan into the sofa.

It’s bittersweet when he pulls out, and you wish he would make you come in fives or something. Eren gives you a look that tells you he can tell what you’re thinking.

He presses his lips to your forehead as he pulls his pants on and you can sense the goodbye in it.

“Take care of yourself, mkay? I’ll see you around.”

You watch him leave, wondering if you’ll see him for real.

JEAN KIRSTEIN “know you wanna keep this thing discreet. hear you calling through the streets.”

You’ve molded Jean into the perfect fuck buddy.

He’ll drop everything to come over the minute you text, doesn’t spread your business around, and always makes you come first.

“Right there, right there, fuck.” You grind against his face, throwing your head back as your grip around the headboard tightens. 

Jean hums into your pussy as you orgasm, grazing his teeth against your clit as you ride it out. 

Your body goes limp and he swiftly comes out from underneath you, laying you down on the bed gently as he peppers kisses across your skin.

“I’m gonna grab you some water,” he says, not waiting for a response before leaving your room. 

You watch him go, a small smile sitting on your face. He’s become so attuned to you, always at your beck and call, willing to cater to you in any way you ask. 

It’s the kind of behavior that makes you want to suck his dick. 

So, when he returns from the kitchen holding a glass of ice water, you ask him. 

“Do you wanna throat fuck me?”

Jean freezes, staring at you like you’ve grown a second head. You suppose you have—it’s been nine months since the two of you started fucking and you have yet to go down on him (not that he’s ever complained). Still, you’d be offended at the look he’s giving you if it weren’t for the obvious erection growing in his pants.

You tilt your head to the side, eyeing his crotch before meeting his gaze. “Yes or no?”

“Yes,” he answers quickly, suddenly unfrozen and eager. He places the glass on your dresser, slipping out of his sweatpants and moving towards you. 

Jean watches you roll off the bed and onto the floor, sitting up on your knees and looking at him with an expression that almost makes him dizzy.

Something feverish blazes in his eyes when he stands in front of you, and you have to work to keep the excitement off your face when he tugs down his boxers. 

He strokes his cock idly, watching you look up at him. “You sure?”

This time you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face. “I’m sure.”

He taps his dick on your lips, tentatively, and you open up. He shudders when you run your tongue along the underside of his tip. 

Jean cradles your head in his hands as he pushes himself all the way into your mouth. There’s a shaky inhale from him when he hits the back of your throat. 

“Oh shit,” he breathes. 

You close your lips around him, hollowing out your cheeks, and something in him snaps.

The speed at which he thrusts into your mouth is almost violent, and he moans when you gag, the pads of his fingertips pressing harder into your scalp. He’s already sensitive from being rock hard the whole time you sat on his face, and his sloppy in-and-out, in-and-out motion drags your spit everywhere–your face, his pelvis, even your chest. 

The feeling of him hitting your throat makes your eyes water, and you feel him growing impossibly harder against your tongue when you look up at him with glassy eyes.

He doesn’t last long, not with you looking at him like that. He’s mumbling an apology as he fills your mouth, saying if you weren’t so perfect he would’ve lasted longer. You’re grinning as you swallow down his cum, watching how his eyebrows furrow as he looks at your neck, and he kneels down to kiss you immediately. 

When he pulls away, he’s looking at you with a soft sort of wonder. Admiration almost. A bashful smile pulls at his lips. 

“Can we do that again?”

CONNIE SPRINGER “she like rich niggas, i’m her type. bored at the crib, she tryna pipe.”

conniiieee come over, im bored ;)

Connie smiles to himself when he reads your texts, his dick nearly stirring to life at the implication of your messages.

Despite your agreement to keep your… situation lowkey, he always pulls up to your apartment complex on his motorcycle, practically alerting the masses that he’s about to come upstairs and rock your shit. 

You meet him at your front door, scowling. “Why do you always show up on that loud ass bike? I know you have a car now.”

Connie just smiles, scooting around you to come inside. “You keeping tabs on me, baby?”

You roll your eyes and kick the door shut. “Sasha won’t stop raving about how cool it is.” You do air quotes around the word ‘cool,’ trying to imitate the lilt in Sasha’s voice when she talks about it.

Connie drops his motorcycle helmet on the shoe rack by the door. “It is cool. If you’d stop being so stubborn and take me back I could take you for a ride.”

But there’s really only one kind of ride you’re interested in right now! Which is how you end up straddling him on the couch, pressing kisses into the side of his neck.

Connie’s hands rest loosely on your hips, letting you grind against him as slowly as you want. Your breathing is shaky, sweat coating your skin, a byproduct of the last four orgasms. You lift yourself off him on trembling legs, higher and higher until just the head of Connie’s cock remains inside you. You catch his eyes briefly, and the mirth swimming in them is the only warning you have for what he does next.

His fingers tighten their grip on your hips, tugging you back down on his cock harshly. A strangled sound escapes you, air catching in your throat with the sudden movement.

“Con-”

He kisses you, cutting you off as he bounces you up and down. 

“Last one, mama,” he says against your lips. 

You can feel an ache in your legs from them being bent underneath you for so long, your head is fogged up with leftover pleasure, and there’s a pressure building up deep in your stomach. This is why you keep letting him come over all these months after your breakup. He knows just how to wear you out.

Connie pulls you against him, chest to chest, and wraps his arms around you. He lets you rest your forehead against his as his cock brushes up against your g-spot, forcing moans out of you that can only be described as wanton.

“That’s it, baby. Nobody fucks you like this, huh?”

You shake your head, your nose nudging his. “Just you.”

Connie practically purrs in satisfaction, right before he comes inside you. You melt against him, the pressure in your abdomen releasing as you cry out. Connie’s lips sweep across your jaw, patient and gentle while he waits for you to come down.

When you do, he leans back, eyelids heavy with contentment. You can feel him softening inside you. You already know what he’s about to say just based on the expression he’s wearing, but you wait for him to ask before giving the same response you always do.

“Y’know we could do that all the time if you’d take me back.” He doesn’t sound as heartbroken as he used to, like he’s grown used to this back-and-forth the two of you have going on.

You give him a wry smile, wiping beads from the back of your neck. “We didn’t break up because the sex was bad, Connie.”

He kisses you then, soft and lingering. “Worth a shot.”

He cleans you up and you let him take a shower and rummage through your drawers for the few pieces of clothing you never returned to him. When he’s leaving, he throws a wink your way, picking up his motorcycle helmet with one hand and unlocking the door with the other.

"Text again soon, alright? Love you."

ARMIN ARLERT “always down for an afternoon delight, but i can never crash and spend the night.”

“We have to stop,” you whisper halfheartedly, tangling your fingers in Armin’s hair as he kisses you.

Armin smiles against your lips. “Why?” he asks, his hands traveling down the length of your pencil skirt. He starts kissing down your neck, mouth going lower and lower until his fingers reach the hem of your skirt.

He pulls your skirt up over your ass, letting it bunch up around your waist. You giggle when he turns you around and gently presses your cheek against the door.

“I’ll get fired if HR finds out,” you say, arching your back as he pulls down your underwear. Your wet cunt feels a rush of cool air when he does, and you gasp when Armin plunges his fingers in. You feel the weight of his chin on your shoulder as he presses his chest against your back.

“But she’s so wet,” he whispers in your ear. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like that HR could find out.”

You neither confirm nor deny, just humming and wiggling your bare ass in response.

He chuckles, the sound traveling straight down to your core. Armin doesn’t give any warning before he slips himself inside you. He pulls you away from the door after the fact, covering your mouth with one hand and wrapping the other arm around your waist.

The hardest thing (other than Armin) about keeping your lunch “meetings” secret is the fact that neither of you are particularly quiet. Armin muffles your moans with his hand and muffles his own by biting into the junction of your neck and your shoulder. There’s nothing to be done about the sound of his hips slapping against your ass or his cock sliding in and out of your pussy. All the two of you can do is hope nobody comes back from lunch early and walks past the copy room on the fourth floor. 

(But anyways, where’s the fun in it without a little risk.)

You moan into Armin’s hand when he hits a particular spot and he slows. He uses the hand on your face to tug your head back. “So noisy,” he says, lips brushing against your neck as he speaks. “I know you want the whole office to hear, but don’t be so obvious.”

Your walls clench around him and he hisses, picking up the pace once more.

“You like thinking about our coworkers hearing you?” You shake your head, but the way your pussy squeezes him proves you to be a bold-faced liar. 

Armin’s teeth graze your shoulder, his breath hitching as his hips lose their rhythm. 

“Go ahead then,” he whispers against your skin. “Let them hear.” He moves his hand from your mouth and loosely wraps his fingers around your neck instead. 

Another moan threatens to escape you, but you refuse, rolling your lips between your teeth in an attempt to keep quiet. 

Armin bites you then, and you gasp loudly. His thrusts become careless as he frantically chases his own orgasm. He brings his hand back up to your face, this time slipping two fingers between your lips and pressing down on your teeth so you can’t close your mouth. 

You can hear the faint sound of footsteps that signal the end of your lunch break. A door opens, and voices become audible as your coworkers get closer.

Armin smacks your ass, hard, and it’s enough to pull you over the edge. The two of you come together, him sinking his teeth into your skin to suppress his own moans. You bite down on his fingers, but it does little to help. You’re positive the entire office can hear you screaming his name.

(づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

[saintkaylaa]

What Leg Is It Down .ᐟ

ʚɞ: levi, eren, armin, jean, porco, reiner

note: you ask them what leg/side is their dick/cock down !

warnings: cursing, sexual, crack, kms joke on jean’s, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

[vampireg1rl]

i have two types

[slvttyplum]

jean was a loser; he got nervous when he looked at you. despite being in a relationship, he didn't think before he spoke, and he barely knew how to fuck, but somehow he was a good instructor.

he knew how to teach you things even barely knowing anything about it.

the first time you were on top, he liked it, but he knew that it wasn't right, still blushing ear to ear to have you on top of him.

it wasn't until he held the bottom of your leg and told you to keep going that he got the surge of pleasure pumping throughout him that he knew that this was the right way.

"just like that, keep… keep going," breathless, gripping onto your leg as you rode, both of you to your climax, he loved how you felt in this moment.

the way your pussy gripped around him extra tight when he hit a spot that sent a chill through your spine and a waterfall shooting out while his stomach sucked in while he tried to hold in the cum that was desperately trying to come out.

him guiding you didn't just stop at you being on top; he was the mediator, he had a vision, and he was going to make sure you executed it well.

laying you on your back and pushing your legs back, all his body weight on you and his dick buried inside, filling you out, making sure you felt every hidden vein he had.

"hold your legs, yeah, just like that. keep them like that." his words carrying over to your stomach, sending tingling throughout your body, it was usually you taking control, but whenever he told you to do something, you did it.

it was you doing all the work, but him guiding you through it; you never knew a team effort in fucking would have you finishing so hard that you were shaking, his body taking over the work you were doing and pushing his hips up into you.

that was his favorite position, having to look up at you and the cute faces you would make, struggling to keep your balance as you approached your climax.

jean was never quiet in bed; if he wasn't telling you what to do, like roll your hips more or go faster, then he was telling you how much he loved you and how cute you looked while watching you fight a smile.

you couldn't ask for a better partner or teacher.