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show off - eren jaeger x afab!reader x jean kirschstein, 18+!!

something wild and wicked came over me while considering the dynamics of the erejean threesome, and i realized we all deserve to see the incident that started it all. this is the official part 2/prequel to three's a... and it is very very fun and tasty. i feel like i haven't been posting as much, so i am super excited to get this up. i hope you guys enjoy as much as i did writing it :) it's also from eren's pov which you guys know i adore

pairing: jean kirschstein x reader, eren jaeger x reader, a lil bit of eren x jean tension but nothing physical

wc: 6.2k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: swearing, smut, threesome, implied internalized homophobia??? (literally just like, a pinch. eren has a "no homo" moment at the end lol), oral sex (male receiving), pet names (slut, brat, bitch, baby, princess), eren's a bit of a hard dom in this one, degradation, humiliation, penetrative vaginal sex, thick tension between eren and jean, eren's a menace

enjoy :)

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Eren should be mad.

Eren should absolutely be mad, waking earlier than normal and padding into his kitchen, finding this scene waiting for him. You, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a stringy thong and leaning over the counter enough to make that fact exceedingly obvious, and Jean, his roommate and friend since high school, shirtless and smirking, flirting over coffee. When he announces his presence, the shame and surprise on both of your faces is evident enough to confirm his suspicions; there’s definitely something building between the two of you, and whether it be a harmless crush or more, it’s there. Eren should be mad.

He’s just…not.

Despite his constant struggles to bite back his temper, especially when it comes to you, Eren surprises himself by the pointed lack of red in his vision. The heat’s still there, though; something coils in his chest that reminds him of anger, has the same flavor and the same spark, but none of the pulsing rhythm is there. Only something slow and catching, simmering in the pit of his stomach.

You come over again that night, winding up snuggled into his bare chest and intensely concentrating on the newest episode of Game of Thrones that Eren’s been dying to watch, but can’t bring himself to pay attention to. The image of this morning, you and Jean leaning into each other and smiling conspiratorially over whatever conversation had been struck up, is burned into his brain. And he’s still not mad.

“Do you want to fuck Jean?” Eren doesn’t parse his words; he’s no good with them anyway, and he’s a straight-to-the-point person as it stands.

“What?” You shoot up off his chest, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed accusingly at him. “What gave you that idea?”

Eren’s not buying it, though; there’s a little flush rising to your cheeks, and it betrays you. Not only do you flirt with Jean when Eren’s not watching, but you do want to fuck him. And Eren’s just not mad.

“You two were flirting in the kitchen this morning– I saw you,” Eren snorts when you try to interrupt him in protest, “and it’s not like we both haven’t known about Jean’s little crush on you for the last couple months.”

“We’re friendly,” you shrug, looking down into your lap guiltily, “we’re trying to be friends.”

“Well you’re both doing a damn good job of it,” Eren rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry if I made you mad, I wasn’t trying to be flirty with him, I just–”

“Want to fuck him,” Eren finishes for you, carefully watching your reaction. You scowl at him, irritated, but your heart’s not in it, he can tell.

“Why are you so stuck on this idea of me wanting to sleep with Jean? I’m sorry if I went a little too far in the kitchen earlier, but that doesn’t mean I want to fuck him.”

“You keep bringing up this threesome idea,” Eren strikes right where he knows your mind’s already headed, “is it because of Jean? Is he the guy you want us to fuck?”

“You said you’d never do that,” you bite into your lip, suddenly so embarrassed. Eren’s overcome with a sudden urge to comfort you, to smooth the crease between your eyebrows and tell you that it’s okay. It confuses him, and he knows he can’t do that without betraying whatever…odd feelings are brewing in his stomach at the idea of you and Jean together, of you Jean and Eren together.

“Is it Jean?”

“It’s not Jean,”  you huff, crossing your arms like a petulant child.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not–”

“I mean, if it was going to happen, I’d rather it be Jean than some fucking rando.”

Eren’s caught you off guard, and he can tell. Your mouth hangs open a little, trying to mouth the words that you want to say, but nothing comes out. The flush on your face grows deeper, and Eren wants to kiss you. He’s always loved this about you, that you’re so filthy deep down, but you get so shy about telling him what you really want.

“W-why is that?”

“At least he’s our friend,” Eren shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant despite the bulge that’s already starting to grow in his pants at the thought, “he wouldn’t cross any lines or pull out any crazy shit on us.”

“I guess so.” You’ve returned to fiddling with the hem of your shirt, avoiding his eyes. Eren reaches out, tilts your chin up to look at him.

“C’mon, be honest with me. Is it Jean?”

“Maybe a little.” Your words may be reluctant, but your eyes have taken on that glossy, distant look that Eren knows so well. It is Jean.

Eren pauses to wonder what you’ve fantasized about in the dark, what you’ve been holding back from him. Maybe one in your mouth, one thrusting into you from behind? Riding one and taking the other down your throat? The pictures that flash through his brain have a groan threatening to slip from his lips, the raw hotness of it cutting straight through the weirdness that he’s sitting here, staring at his girlfriend, and thinking about Jean with a tent in his boxers.

“Would you do it? If you were put in the right position?”

“I…yes. I would.” Your words come out in breathless gasps; oh, you have it bad, for both of them, Eren realizes. You catch yourself before he can drag you down too far though, reining yourself in with an airy chuckle. “But I doubt Jean would even go for it. He doesn’t seem all too freaky.”

“You never know,” Eren concedes, letting the matter lie for now and pulling you back into his chest, “but you would do it, right? If he was into it.”

“If you both were, then yeah, absolutely.” Eren can feel you subtly rubbing your thighs together, and he smirks above your head where you can’t see him.

“Maybe one day we can ask him.”

A lighthearted laugh shakes your frame. “Yeah, maybe one day.”

From then on out, Eren can’t escape the plaguing thoughts of you and Jean and himself, tangled up together in a mess of sweaty limbs. Images of you gagging on Jean while Eren has a hand on the back of your head, shoving you further along his length, keep him distracted while he’s at work. Making himself cum into his hand in the shower thinking of watching Jean, face between your legs and two knuckles deep in you, Eren telling him how to make you cum, how to make you scream.

It’s become a private obsession for him, one he can’t run away from. Eren has you over at the house every night nowadays, insisting he’s been going through a lot at work and he misses your company. You, being the sweet little thing that you are, have no idea that he’s watching, baiting Jean into coming clean.

Eren has happened to “lose” all of his sweatpants but one pair, forcing you to walk around their apartment in those short little sleep shorts you favor, or ideally, just your panties and a t-shirt. He observes Jean as you pitter patter around their kitchen, keeping track of just how many times Jean’s eyes flit to where the shirt rides up as you reach for something high in the cabinets. He’s not just watching Jean, he’s watching you too; the way your breath hitches in your throat when Jean slicks his hair back, when he stretches, arms over his head, and lets a little slip of skin show.

And when he can find the presence of mind to focus, late at night with your mouth on him or his face buried between your thighs, Eren listens closely, and he’s rewarded. There’s the telltale creak of feet on the carpet, of someone lurking just outside of Eren’s barely-cracked, “accidentally” left-open bedroom door. If he listens close enough, sometimes he swears he can hear little grunts and groans coming from across the hall.

You two want each other badly enough that it’s practically weighing the air down, and Eren’s not mad, he’s frustrated. You’re both so shy, so clearly uncomfortable with the attraction between each other, how is he ever going to manage to get you both to just say it?

It turns out that Eren’s not just an observant hothead, he’s a lucky observant hothead.

It’s been three weeks since you let Eren in on your little crush, three weeks of mind-numbing observation and little bits of bait thrown out, but neither you nor Jean have risen to any of it. It’s not until you’re finishing up dinner with Eren in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a tank top and the tiniest shorts he’s ever seen, that Jean comes home, sweaty and out-of-breath from the gym, and Eren sees his opportunity.

“Hey,” Jean breathes out in greeting, whipping his sticky shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground.

“Hi, Jean,” you smile amicably at him through the doorway. Eren watches as Jean’s expression lightens, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a wide smile.

“You save me something?”

“Always.” You shake a full Tupperware container at him meaningfully before sliding it into the fridge.

“You’re too good to me,” he whistles, hands running through his hair, “I’ll get to it after I shower.”

“How was the gym?” Eren makes his presence known, looking up from his phone where he’s seated at the dining table they’ve put just outside the kitchen. Jean meets Eren’s gaze with an all-too-obvious blush rising to his cheeks; Jean always gets that little embarrassed look when Eren catches him flirting with you.

“Fine,” Jean shrugs noncommittally.

“Any cute girls?” Eren asks, returning his gaze to his phone. He can viscerally feel the startled look you give him, the stuttering of Jean’s fluid movements next to you across the room, getting a cup from the cabinet.

“What?”

Eren lifts his gaze to find exactly what he expected: Jean, subconsciously having drawn just a little too close to you for comfort, glaring over at him; you, eyes wide and questioning, the slightest hint of a frown creasing your forehead. Eren lets an easy smile grace his mouth, shrugs.

“Were there any hot girls at the gym?” 

“No,” Jean answers carefully, slowly pulling his arm down, cup in hand. Eren doesn’t miss the way the two of you glance at each other, the unsaid what the fuck? passing between you two in the air.

“I figured as much,” Eren shrugs again, scrolls on his phone, “not like you’d notice, considering how much drooling you do over my girlfriend.”

The words hit the floor like a shattering glass, spreading a heavy, thick silence over the room. Eren doesn’t dare look up from his screen, doesn’t want to disturb the aura of casual conversation that he’s worked to establish. He can’t jump in to reassure Jean that he doesn’t mind the other man’s flirtation and ogling glances, not too quickly. Eren has to spin this just right, back the both of you into the corner you so desperately want to be in.

“Eren,” you finally hiss, scowling at him. Eren knows you must be confused, but you’ll understand in a moment if he can play his cards right. “What the hell?”

Jean, for his part, is stock-still and bright red, looking between you and Eren like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know,” Eren rolls his eyes and stands from the table, leans against it with his hands in his pockets, twitching with anticipation, “we’ve talked about his little crush on you.”

“I– I don’t,” Jean tries to stutter out a rebuttal, but Eren cuts his words short with a cool, calculated grin.

“Yeah, you do,” Eren saunters over to the kitchen to place firm hands on your shoulders, turning you to face Jean, “but if you haven’t noticed that she has a little crush on you too, then you’re blind.”

“Eren!” Eren can hear the panic in your voice, can feel your shoulders tense up with embarrassment, but he’s hardly paying attention. His eyes never leave Jean, watching as the muscles of his chest and shoulders flex with the tension humming through his body.

“What are you playing at, Jaeger?” Jean narrows his eyes, finally picking up on Eren’s little game. Eren bites back a grin; if only Jean understood what game they were actually playing here.

“Nothing,” Eren says innocently, knowing full-well that the dark glint in his eyes is telling a different story, “it’s not like I blame you, I mean, look at her.”

Eren rubs relaxing circles into the skin of your shoulders, urging you to loosen up under his touch. You’re still strung tight, practically vibrating with confusion and shame under him, but Eren can feel the way your skin’s starting to run hot. Most of that tautness in your muscles is nothing but pure, unadulterated want, Eren’s felt it enough times now to know the difference.

“Eren…” the pinch of anger has faded from your voice now, and Eren can hear the cautionary, are we doing this now? tone hiding behind the words. In response, Eren digs his thumb into a particularly tough spot between your shoulder and your neck, wrenches an unwilling gasp from you.

“She really likes you, Jean,” Eren’s leaning over your shoulder, ignoring your warning completely, practically nose-to-nose with Jean now, “wants to fuck you, wants us to fuck you.”

Jean’s face stutters while his mouth remains silent, but just before he hardens his mouth into a flat line, schools his face back into that perpetually suspicious scowl of his, Eren catches it. Jean’s trying to keep himself closed off, but Eren’s faster, and he can see the flicker of arousal that floats over Jean’s face.

“You’re fucking with me,” Jean counters, but there’s a questioning lilt to his words. Eren grins, shakes his head. Jean looks down at you, trembling and frozen in Eren’s grip. “He’s fucking with me, right?”

“Tell him,” Eren coos, leaning down to whisper hot against your ear the way he knows will get a fire started in your belly, “tell him the truth, it’s okay.”

“He’s not,” you choke out, strangled and nervous, “it’s…it’s not a game.”

Jean blinks once at you, twice at Eren. Eren grabs you by the chin, gently guides your mouth to his. All of his suspicions are confirmed when he kisses you; you open up for him a little too easily, let him suck your tongue into his mouth with no resistance at all. And when he releases you, looks back up at Jean with a question in his eyes only to find that Jean’s gaze has darkened, mouth just ever-so-slightly ajar, Eren smirks. He’s got both of you right where he wants you.

“What do you think, Kirschstein?” Eren brings his hands up to hold your breasts, twisting your nipples through the thin fabric of your tank top. “Isn’t she cute?”

“I, I mean–”

“She’s so pretty,” Eren nips at your ear, pulls a little whimper from you, but he sees how your eyes never leave Jean’s, “and she listens so well, such an obedient little thing.”

“Eren,” you pant, the last bits of your anxiety showing in the tremble of your voice. Eren shushes you disapprovingly, sneaks a hand down between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your knees weak.

“Gets bratty when she’s nervous,” Eren explains, flitting his eyes up towards Jean, who looks like he hasn’t taken a breath in several minutes, “don’t you want to show Jean how good you can be, hm?”

“Mhm,” you hum. It’s quiet, but it makes Jean’s eyes widen, makes him suck in a sharp fuck between his teeth.

“Why don’t you kiss her, hm?” Eren shoves you into Jean’s arms, startling both of you.

“Jaeger, I don’t–”

“I’m serious,” Eren backs away a few feet to prove his point, smiling earnestly, “kiss her.”

Jean scowls, looks between you, Eren, back to you. Eren takes note of how Jean’s hands haven’t left their grip on your waist where he caught your stumble from Eren’s push, how your arms are tucked into Jean’s tacky, strong chest.

“Is he serious?” Jean murmurs down at you.

“Only if you want it.” Eren hates the self-conscious waver in your voice, wishes he could have told you everything he’s seen over the last few weeks, all the evidence he’s collected that yes, Jean very much does want it. But then again, if he had, he wouldn’t be treated with the sight before him now: you and Jean, nervous in each other’s arms, practically vibrating with the idea of exploring each other for the first time.

“I,” –Jean licks his lips– “I want it. Want you.”

“Me too,” your voice is hardly louder than a breath, Eren recognizes the sound in a heartbeat. You’re already strung out, fingernails digging ever-so-slightly into the skin of Jean’s chest.

“Can I?” Jean’s so sickeningly sweet with you, Eren almost wants to roll his eyes. He likes to be sweet with you sometimes, but if Jean only knew how much you could take, the dirty, mean things that you beg Eren for…it occurs to Eren that maybe he can show Jean sometime, and his boxers start to tent underneath his sweats.

“Yes,” you tilt your chin up to Jean pleadingly, and Jean’s resolve finally breaks.

Eren’s delighted to see that Jean’s chasteness doesn’t hold out long; after only a few minutes have passed, your hands are flying all over each other, breathless little moans passing between your mouths. Jean’s hand trails down to cup your ass, and Eren looks on intently as the flesh gives under Jean’s grip through hooded eyes. Eren’s hand has subconsciously traveled down to the front of his sweats, palming roughly at the erection that’s showing through the thick fabric. 

Jean starts to wander away from your mouth, eyes shut as he peppers gentle kisses along your jawline, feather-light nips down your neck. As if he’d forgotten about your clothes, Jean’s eyes widen when he feels the strap of your tank top under his mouth, and his eyes flit to Eren in question. Eren nods at him, tries to offer an encouraging smile that comes off more like a wicked smirk.

Jean slowly– ever so slowly– slips the strap over your shoulder, kissing at the newly-bare skin. Eren already knows you’re sensitive there; Jean quickly learns from the quivering gasp that reaches his ears.

“Is this okay?” Jean mumbles against your skin; Eren has to choke down a gag at his sugary tone.

“Take it off,” Eren answers for you, cheeks burning at how coarse he already sounds, throat swollen and thick with arousal. Jean scowls at Eren over your shoulder, turns softer eyes back to you.

“Please,” you echo Eren’s sentiment, raising your arms to emphasize your answer. Eren doesn’t miss the slight shake of Jean’s fingers as he reaches for the hem of your tank top, rids you of it slowly. Once you’re bare, Jean’s eyes darken, almost glossing over.

“Fuck,” Jean breathes out, ghosting a thumb over one of your peaked nipples. Eren’s chest swells with pride at how completely wrecked you’ve gotten Jean already; he’s practically drooling down at your half-bare form.

“Told you she was pretty.” Eren grins, gripping his erection harder through his pants. You were right about this, you were so right. There’s not enough blood flow above Eren’s waistline for him to focus on how bizarre it is that he’s getting off to another man, his friend even, pawing at his girlfriend; all he can process is the tangible heat of the room, memorizing each little spot on your body Jean’s hands return to in admiration, learning which parts of you Jean likes and which actions of Jean’s make your knees shake.

You peek over your shoulder at Eren, as if you’ve just remembered he’s in the room, and his knees nearly give out. Your lips are swollen and wet from Jean’s slow, strong kisses, from pulling your lip between your teeth in shame, and your eyes are glistening with unshed tears of pure want. Eren’s never seen you so beautiful.

“Do you want to…” you trail off, offering Eren a beckoning hand, but he declines, grinning at you.

“Have your fun,” Eren says, words a sharp blade against Jean’s steadfast comfort, “you begged for it enough.”

Your mouth stutters open in embarrassment, a half-formed protest on your lips, but Jean’s deft fingers grab your chin, gently directing you back to him. He gives Eren a chastising frown, clear disapproval of Eren’s snark. Eren thinks that he likes the contrast they give you as a team; Eren the firm hand of discipline, and Jean the soothing balm to ease your cries.

“Is he telling the truth?” Jean questions you softly, free hand cupping your breast ever-so-tenderly. Eren watches your back arch, watches the way you lean desperately into Jean’s touch. “Did you beg for this?”

“Yes,” you say, voice breaking under the weight of your arousal.

“Okay,” Jean nods, as if he needs any more reassurance, Eren thinks with a roll of his eyes.

“Her mouth,” Eren calls out, unable to rein in the telltale rasp of desperation in his voice, “she’s good with her mouth.”

Jean’s eyebrows furrow in thought; Eren can see the choices flying across his face, to have you spread on the counter before him, feel the warmth of your walls around his fingers, or the soft give of your throat around his cock.

“I like doing that,” you whisper, so low Eren almost doesn’t hear you. Jean’s eyes shoot open in surprise, until a slow, understanding smile spreads over his face. Eren almost wheezes with relief.

“You like using your mouth?” Jean thumbs lovingly at your lip, smiles wider at your enthusiastic nod. Without being told (Eren decides to reward you later for being so good for your guest, showing off how well he’s trained you) you climb down onto your knees, sitting back and waiting patiently.

Jean looks back to Eren, the last thin string of hesitation taut between them and aching to be cut. Eren snaps it with an affirmative nod of his head, shoves his pants and boxers down to finally free his dick and bring it against the familiar skin of his palm.

Jean’s eyes flick to Eren’s length, pausing just a little too long. Eren doesn’t have the wherewithal to think too much into that now, only to appreciate the rush of heat it sends through his veins. In answer, Jean pushes his shorts down his legs, sending the compression boxers he’d worn for the gym sliding to the floor with them, cock bobbing free and dangling in front of your face.

“Pretty,” you murmur, wrapping your hand around the base and pressing a light kiss to the tip affectionately. Jean’s head falls back, and he groans; a throaty, appreciative sound.

Eren was growing frustrated initially with Jean’s softness towards you, but it hadn’t occurred to him that you might behave differently towards Jean than you do towards him. When you take Eren in your mouth, you’re all enthusiasm, dipping as far as you can go the moment he taps your tongue, retching on him, drool hanging in long strings from your tongue and wetting your chest.

With Jean, however, you place curious little kisses up the bottom of him, deliver kitten licks to the tip before swirling your tongue in long, slow circles around where he’s flushed and dripping for you. Jean swears repeatedly under his breath, brings a tentative hand to the back of your head to run his fingers through your hair. Eren’s own hand slows where he’s jerking off, his gaze honing in to look on in wonder as a woman he thought he knew so well reveals a new side of herself to both of the men watching her.

“That’s– shit,” Jean groans, head lolling off his shoulders and eyebrows knitted in pleasure.

Eren feels a poignant rush of pride at watching Jean become unraveled from your mouth, watching how good you make him feel. It’s a relief for Eren as much as it is for Jean, he thinks, to watch some of that iron-clad composure drop, see the way Jean’s jaw drops slack, his shoulders slouch. 

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Eren hardly recognizes his own voice, gravelly as he speaks into the sticky air. Jean meets Eren’s eyes, both of their gazes half-lidded and desperate.

“So good,” Jean answers, only breaking eye contact when a satisfied little hum rings out from you, sending vibrations ricocheting through Jean’s body and making him roll his head back again, a little moan echoing out into the room.

“Doing so good for him, baby,” Eren strides closer, bold and half-mad, wanting to see the way your cheeks hollow around Jean, the way that drool is starting to collect in a glossy sheen on your chin. “You like it? Like having him down your throat?”

You nod, mouth still full and eyes shining up at them, glazed over and content. Eren softly cups the back of your head for a whisper of a moment, loving that he has this relationship with you, loving that he can watch such a sacred sight and know that you love him all the same, loving what a filthy little thing he’s turned you into.

“Fuck,” Jean exhales, eyes widening as Eren’s tenderness morphs into something urgent, shoving you further along Jean’s length, “don’t– don’t choke her–”

“That’s what she wants, isn’t it?” Eren’s affectionate gaze turns hard and expectant, hand forcing your head to move faster, harder, further. “You love having your mouth full, don’t you? Nasty little slut.”

“Mhm,” you whine around Jean’s cock, pulling a throaty groan out from him.

“You’re being– shit, too rough with her,” Jean tries and fails to shoot Eren a glare, eyes flitting back down to you when your throat constricts around him with a gag.

“She loves it,” Eren corrects him coolly, mouth quirking up at the corner when you retch, “loves being whored out. You want his cum down your throat? Show him how bad you want it.”

You slip your tongue out, letting it rub down the thick vein on the underside of Jean’s cock, opening your throat that much more for him. Jean nearly whimpers, bringing his hand to the other side of your head, holding you softer, more gently than Eren, but clearly beginning to lose himself.

“So good for me, princess,” Jean murmurs down at you, chest beginning to heave with the growing intensity of your movements. You blink up, hearts in your hooded eyes, humming around Jean affectionately. Eren chuckles darkly.

“Is that what you are? Jean’s little princess?” Eren shoves you down particularly hard, grinning cruelly as your body constricts with a vicious gag, Jean groaning loudly next to him.

“F-fuck, I’m–”

“Getting close?” Eren murmurs in Jean’s direction, never taking his eyes off of where you’re on your knees, crying and gagging and working so hard for Jean’s cum, “I bet. She’s fucking good.”

Your eyes flick between the two men towering over you, trying desperately to keep your throat open to receive the little thrusts of Jean’s hips, hands folded in your lap obediently as you squirm, rubbing your thighs together in a fruitless attempt to gain some much-needed friction. Eren notices the steady, needy rocking of your hips, smirks triumphantly.

“Look at her, like a bitch in heat,” Eren sneers, “squirming and shit, trying to get herself off with your cock down her throat. Give her what she wants, Kirschstein, come on.”

Your gaze lands on Jean, watery eyes blinking pleadingly. Eren can hear the little hitches in Jean’s breath growing more frequent, more urgent, and he isn’t sure where he wants to look more: down at you, so needy and pleading on the floor, throat stuffed and wet between the legs, or Jean, strung out and panting down at you, hips canting into your mouth harshly.

And then Jean’s cumming, and Eren realizes where he wants to look, has to squeeze the base of his cock hard. Jean throws his head back, eyes screwed shut, hand fisting into your hair and fingertips rubbing against the back of Eren’s hand, a deep, raspy groan clawing its way out of his chest. His hips push forward of their own accord; Eren can hear you coughing as Jean cums down your throat, a lot by the sound of it, but Eren can’t be bothered to look away from the other man, fucked out and untethered all from your mouth. Eren’s damn close to busting from just watching Jean cum, knowing the feeling all too well and never having anticipated how erotic it would be to watch another man be brought to his knees by you on yours.

“Holy shit,” Jean breathes, barely a whisper of a statement, chuckling airily down at you when you release him with a little pop.

“Was that…good?” You venture, smiling shyly. Eren nearly scoffs; you’re so good at playing the part of the innocent little thing, when he knows better. You’re a menace, a vixen.

“That was incredible,” Jean says, and Eren can hear the bare honesty in his statement.

“Up.” Eren interrupts your little moment with Jean to tug you to your feet. It prompts an expression of bewilderment to appear on your face, as if you’d forgotten that he needs to get off too, and so do you. Eren turns to Jean, appraises him. “I’m going to fuck her, you’re more than welcome to stay.”

“Wait, Eren–”

“Wait?” Eren chides, ripping those tiny shorts from your body like the inconvenience they are, leaving you bare and wanting. “Don’t you want to get fucked? I mean, look at you. You’re soaked.”

There’s a little glisten at the apex of your thighs, the evidence of you rubbing your legs together in a desperate attempt for stimulation shining in the low lights of the kitchen. Eren pulls you over to the chair that had started it all, where he’d been sitting when this beautiful opportunity had stumbled across him. He sits, tugging you into his lap with a smack to your ass, settling you over his cock and letting you grind yourself against it, slick him up.

“Tell me,” Eren pinches your chin, forces your eyes to his, “don’t you want me to fuck you?”

“Please, please,” you gasp, working your hips over him like a woman starved, like your last chance at salvation is getting Eren as deep inside of you as he’ll go. Eren smiles, pleased with your answer, and lifts your hips, letting you sink down on him with an endless, pitchy moan. He glances over your shoulder to see Jean, sitting across the table from you both, tugging absentmindedly on his half-hard cock and watching intently. The sight of it fuels the fire in Eren’s veins, convinces him to convince you to keep showing off, show Jean how hot you two can be when you get into it.

“Give it to me then,” Eren slaps your ass again, nips at your jaw, “show me how bad you need to be fucked, baby.”

“E-Eren,” you whine, rolling your hips down on him the way he knows you love, the way that makes a little bulge appear right at the base of your tummy, the evidence of just how deep he is.

“There you go,” he coos, grabbing your hips and working you faster, forcing you towards your orgasm as fast as he can because he knows good and well he’s not going to last, “all better, yeah? Little slut likes having her cunt stuffed full?”

“Yeah I do,” you say dreamily, eyes rolling back as Eren starts to thrust up into you in tune with the canting of your hips. He can see Jean over your shoulder, fully hard again and pulling at his cock, looking mesmerized. Eren catches Jean’s eye, smirks like a cat that’s got the cream.

“He’s watching you,” Eren murmurs to you, purposefully loud enough for Jean to hear, “watching you get fucked dumb. Gonna show Jean how pretty you are when you cum?”

“I-I–” A well-placed thrust from Eren makes you cut yourself off with a sob, hands flying to his shoulders for support. Erin grins, something feral and predatory, snapping his hips up into you harder.

“Gonna cum so fast I bet,” Eren grunts, “so needy for it, my spoiled fuckin' brat. Can’t ever be satisfied, can you?”

“Uh-uh,” you whimper, thighs already beginning to shake around his hips. Eren’s eyes are glued behind you, on Jean’s strung-out gaze, on the desperate motion of his hand around his cock. Eren wonders if just the sight of you fucking him is enough to make Jean cum again; the thought spurs him on, has him jackhammering up into you like his life depends on it.

“Quit holding out on me, then,” Eren growls, “can feel you clenching down on me, know you want to.”

“I w-want to.” A fresh wave of tears has escaped your mindless eyes, dripping down the side of your face, off your jaw, onto your chest.

“Fucking do it then,” Eren snaps, growing closer to the end of his line with every punch of his hips up into you, “show Jean what a little slut you are, how hard you cum for me. Go on, show him.”

“E-Eren, I– oh, oh fuck, I’m gonna–”

“There you go,” Eren snarls like he’s tired of waiting on you, feeling your body break and bloom all at once in his hands, “there you go, good girl.”

Eren watches Jean look on as your body thrashes, rolls with the waves of your orgasm quaking through you, the way his jaw drops a little when you wail and leave dark half-moon indentations into Eren’s shoulders. Jean’s hand is moving impossibly fast in time with Eren’s hips, and when Eren feels himself getting close, only moments away from his release, he meets eyes with Jean. Something overtakes him, something dark and unfamiliar, and Eren flits his eyes down to Jean’s cock, back up to Jean’s gaze, and nods. Jean cums with a loud groan and a shudder, triggering Eren’s orgasm. Eren clutches you to his chest desperately, pinning you down onto his cock and filling you with his cum as deep as he can manage, groaning in your ear amidst the sound of your whimpers and whines.

A beat passes, heavy and pregnant with tension. Eren and Jean are still locked eye to eye, watching each other to see who will make the first move. Jean, coated in his own release, glances down to see Eren’s cum dripping out of you, seems to come back to himself with a shudder.

“I…I’m going to shower,” he says, clunky and awkward, standing and pulling his shorts back over his softening cock, mindless of the white ropes decorating his abdomen.

“Jean?” You murmur into Eren’s skin, sitting up slightly and wincing at the feel of Eren’s half-hard cock still digging into the most sensitive parts of you.

“Yeah?” Jean stops in his tracks, looking over at you and Eren with all the tension of a wild animal that’s been caught.

“That was fun,” you smile dreamily, slumping back into Eren’s chest and blinking up at him, “don’t you think, babe?”

“Lots of fun, baby,” Eren strokes your hair, urging you to stay curled into him, knows you need to for a few minutes after he’s fucked you half-dumb, “what do you think, Kirschstein?”

“It was…” Jean gulps, looks around the room with a pink stain to his cheeks, “it was fun, yeah.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed us,” you giggle deliriously, “we’ll have to do it again sometime.”

“Is that so?” Jean eyes Eren, narrows his eyes suspiciously. Eren almost rolls his eyes, out of patience for this Jean, all cautious and nervous like he hadn’t just cum down your throat.

“I think so,” Eren says in confirmation, trailing a hand up your back soothingly, “anything for my girl, right?”

“Right,” Jean frowns, almost as if Eren had said something in another language.

“See you soon, Jeanie,” you wave him off to the shower sleepily, biting a smile back behind your swollen lips. Jean makes a swift exit, still blushing madly. “Do you think he liked it?”

“I think he loved it,” Eren chuckles down at you, still cording his fingers through any parts of your hair that aren’t a tangled mess.

“And you?”

“I’d do it again,” Eren answers you with a noncommittal shrug. You cock an eyebrow at him.

“Seemed like you really enjoyed yourself. Am I the only one with a crush on Jean?”

“I’m not gay,” Eren scoffs, rolling his eyes. You simply keep your disbelieving glare on him for an extra beat or two; Eren squirms uncomfortably under your knowing gaze, not necessarily wanting to confront this while he’s still balls-deep in you. To his relief, you ease up, gingerly stepping off of him and offering him a hand.

“Mmm, okay. We’ll talk after a shower?”

“Fine,” Eren grumbles, letting you pull him towards his half of the apartment and hoping you don’t notice the quick glance he shoots over his shoulder, catching a flash of Jean’s bare skin as he steps into his bathroom.

[cower-before-power]

Call You Mine

Summary: Tired of your family getting on your back for being single, you take your friend and long time crush Jean to an event as your fake boyfriend. You’re prepared to just get through the weekend and keep your lovesick pining to yourself, but things don’t always go as planned.

Pairing: Modern AU Jean Kirschstein x F!Reader

TW: mutual pining, light angst with a happy ending, swearing, mentions of alcohol/marijuana, one incident of Jean getting felt up (not by reader), making out, dry humping, talking about sex, implied past/future sexual content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Finally I write something!! for my husband no less!! This one was really fun, it is a continuation of a drabble i did for an event involving the prompt Jean + fake dating. I suggest you read it first to get some context. I’ve also set this in my College AU where Jean is an art student (mentioned in my Levi fic, Naked Attraction) reader can be whatever major you imagine! Thank you all for your support, please enjoy my lovely sweet potatoes!

Prequel Drabble- suggested to read first

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In hindsight, you should have known better.

Agreeing to take the man you had a massive crush on as your fake boyfriend to a family reunion? Yeah, how could that ever be anything other than a bad idea?

You really wanted to blame Jean, with his stupid handsome face and dashing smile and effortless charm. Your parents had been delighted you were finally dating the man they’d heard so much about, welcoming him instantly and warmly. The females in your family were already wrapped around his finger, cooing and fawning over him like he was some sort of celebrity. He talked sports with your uncles, played games with your little cousins, even got your stoic grandfather to crack a grin at a joke. 

And of course, the way he treated you was nothing short of perfect. An arm around your waist, soft presses of his lips to your forehead, nicknames like ‘princess’ and ‘baby’ tumbling out of his mouth as if he’s always called you that. It was intoxicating and heart-wrenching all in one.

But really, you had no one to blame but yourself. You’d honestly thought you could handle it. You’d played it cool over the two years you’d known him, firmly keeping any inkling of your feelings from breaking through the box you’d locked them in. Even though you’d been utterly entranced since you first laid eyes on him, lumped into a group together for a research study required for your Psych 101 class. Your easy camaraderie had continued even after you’d gone your separate ways to pursue your majors, meeting for regular study/coffee dates. It didn’t take long for you to realize Jean was so much more than just a pretty face, and your heart took a nose-dive into crush territory.

And now you’re sitting on the bed in your old childhood bedroom, picking your nails as you wait for Jean to be done in the bathroom. 

For once in your life, you wish you had strict conservative parents. Ones who didn’t gleefully declare the two of you could share your old double bed, winking when you’d stuttered and blushed and tried to protest. “Come on honey, we’re hip, cool parents,” your mom had elbowed you playfully. “Just keep it down, okay? We’re old and need our beauty sleep.”

That had made you choke on your breath, Jean patting your back as he himself turned a shade of red to rival the tomatoes in the back garden. 

“Wow, we must be really good at this fake dating thing,” Jean re-enters your room, clad in black pj pants and a white tank top. You don’t know whether to feel disappointed or relieved he isn’t shirtless.  “I was asked three times when I’m proposing, and I think your grandma tried to slip a condom in my back pocket. Either that or she was just trying to grab my ass.”

You groan, face heating at the absurdity of your family. “And they wonder why I’ve never brought anyone home. They’re nuts.”

Jean chuckles, crossing the room to throw his toiletry bag in his suitcase. “I like them. I love my family, but they are a little bit....stuffier.”

You can’t help but giggle along with him. “I know I’ve personally offended your mother with my lack of knowledge on salad forks.”

“She wasn’t offended, just mildly annoyed,” Jean teases with a playful grin. “Proper cutlery use is sacred in her eyes. Heaven forbid I marry someone who doesn’t know how to suitably set the table.”

You suddenly feel cold, and you bite your lip as you turn your attention back to your nails. “Well, be sure you tell your next partner to study up! Wouldn’t want to miss out on happily ever after!” Your voice sounds hollow, the cheer in it markedly false. Wincing, you hope the man across from you doesn’t notice. 

“What, you tryin’ to break up with me already?” Jean’s footfalls pad softly over towards where you sit. “I still have one more day on the contract, baby.”

The petname makes your stomach both flip and churn. “We’re in private, Jean. You don’t have to call me that anymore.”

The bed dips as he sits beside you, just outside of your personal space. “Sorry, just kind of got used to it.” His voice is sheepish, apologetic. 

You can’t seem to stop picking at your nailbeds. “S’fine.”

He sighs. “You weren’t uncomfortable today, were you? We didn’t really discuss the finer details like PDA and stuff like that. I hope I didn’t cross a line.”

Yes, you scream internally. Yes, but only because I wanted it so desperately to be real. I wanted you to kiss me, hold me, call me your baby for real. And it hurts like hell that it wasn’t.

“No,” is what you say out loud, finally looking up at him. His forehead is creased with worry, and you resist the urge to smooth your thumb over the area. “You were amazing. Seriously.” And because you’re a glutton for breaking your own heart, you continue on. “I can’t believe you’re still single. You’re literally the perfect boyfriend. Kind, respectful, affectionate, everyone loves you, not to mention really good looking...crazy no one has managed to snap you up yet.”

A pretty shade of pink blooms across the apples of Jean’s cheeks. He rubs at the back of his neck with one large hand, eyes wide in surprise. “Uh, wow. You really think so?”

You should shut up. You should nod and laugh it off and crawl under the faded quilt. But your nerves are getting the best of you, and the words spill out like water breaching a dam.

“Of course I do. Literally anyone should be jumping at the chance to be with you. It’s ridiculous how your dates never seem to work out. Like, who are you going out with? Aliens? No, even they’d probably fall for you. You’re literally Mr. Perfect. Well, not perfect perfect, but pretty darn close, I mean-

“I’m into you.”

You’d look back on this moment later and wish you’d met that revelation with more class. An ‘oh really?’, or a ‘thank fuck, me too’, at least. Not the thunderstruck blank look and garbled noises that you’d given him. 

“Mmm, hrrrmm, wah?”

“I’m into you. That’s why my dates never work out. I’m going on them to try to get over my crush on you, and I just can’t,” Jean shrugs as if this information is no big deal, but your eyes track the shake in his hands, the serious glint in his eyes. “I figured it was finally time to put on my big boy pants and say something.”

He runs a hand through his hair.

“I won’t lie to you. I mostly offered to come this weekend because I genuinely wanted to help you out, but a part of me wanted to experience what it was like to be your boyfriend. You know,” his voice wavers slightly. “In case you rejected me. At least I could pretend this weekend was real.”

Words slowly crawl their way back into your throat. “That’s cheesy,” you croak feebly, as your mind desperately tries to reboot itself. 

“I know,” Jean sighs, wincing apologetically. “But it’s the truth. And I’m sorry if it isn’t what you want to hear. But I gotta ask, or I’ll go insane.” He tentatively reaches over and gently places one large hand over yours. Your heart stutters at the contact. “I really, really, like you. Like I’m crazy for you. Out of my mind, can’t sleep, think about you 24/7 sort of crazy. You’re so smart and pretty and funny, and just….you. I can’t describe it any other way. You’re you, and I feel like I’m dying every day I can’t call you mine.”

You want to respond, want to tell him you are his, you’ve been his for so long, but he’s already removing his hand and turning away.

“If you don’t feel the same, I can go,” he says, voice smaller than you’ve ever heard it. “It’ll take some time, but we can still be friends. I’d rather have you a little bit than not at all.”

No, your frazzled brain suddenly shrieks. No, don’t go, stay, stay here, wanna kiss you, wanna love you, you like me, you like me-

“No!”

“No?” Jean looks crestfallen, shoulders drooping at your outburst. “O-Oh. Okay. I expected this. I’ll just go, make up some excuse-”

“Not no, no,” you say, as if that explanation clears anything up at all. “I mean, no don’t go! Stay here. With me.” A silly grin makes its way onto your face, the reality of the situation finally catching up with you. “Because I’m into you too.”

Jean’s eyebrows nearly disappear into his hairline. “What? Really?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Really really.”

“Oh,” Jean breathes, sounding a little bit dumbstruck. Then his brow furrows again. “Are you sure? This isn’t just the emotions of the fake dating thing talking?”

“Jean,” you roll your eyes fondly, your heart nearly beating out of your chest in from excitement and exasperation. “I’ve had a ginormous crush on you since first year. Every time you went on a date, I wallowed in ice cream and shitty TV. When you touch me, my skin feels like it’s on fire and my heart goes alarmingly fast. I’ve literally called your name out while in bed with another guy. I think I’m pretty sure.”

Jean blinks. Then blinks again.

You sigh.

“For fuck’s sake, we’re hopeless,” you shake your head, reaching up to take his face in your hands. His stubbled cheeks are warm beneath your hands, and you can’t help but run your thumbs gently across them. Euphoria is simmering under your skin, the anxiety and heartbreak you’d been drowning in evaporating like a puddle beneath the midday sun. It’s your wildest desire come true, the one hope you never dared to bloom fully is bursting into vivid colour right before your very eyes.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” you declare, as if it isn’t obviously by the way you’re leaning in, pulling his face down decidedly towards yours. You stop when your noses are just barely brushing, breath mingling together in the millimeters between mouths. Jean’s hands have come to rest gently at your waist, fingers drumming lightly against the worn material of your sweatshirt. His frown has melted away into a soft smile, his eyes are shining like the purest gold.

He looks content, beautiful, peaceful, happy.

He looks in love .

So you surge forward and close the space between you.

Jean’s mouth is soft and warm, his kiss firm but laced with a tender sweetness that leaves you aching. You feel boneless, weightless, like if he wasn’t tethering you to him you’d simply float away. No kiss you’ve shared with anyone before him has felt like this. It’s corny and dumb and a sentiment reminiscent of a shitty romance novel, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

“Someone pinch me,” Jean breaths when the two of you finally come up for air. “I can’t believe this is real. I must be dreaming-ouch!” His lips form a pout as he rubs his arm where your fingers have squeezed the tan flesh. “The hell, babe?!”

You giggle, pressing a kiss to his nose as compensation. “You said to pinch you.”

“I didn’t mean literally,” he groans, but his eyes dance with amusement. “That hurt!”

“You didn’t wake up though,” you tease. “Guess this isn’t a dream after all.”

“Thank my lucky stars,” Jean sighs, and then he’s gathering you to him and kissing you utterly stupid.

It’s different this time. It’s still sweet and loving but there’s a passion to it that makes your head spin. Your brain empties of everything, there’s nothing that remains on this plane of existence other than you and him. Every little detail of being human becomes unnecessary. There’s no need for food or drink or air; not when the man you’ve adored for so long is breathing life into you. Your soul feels washed clean, scrubbed of all the longing and pining, sparkling immaculate. Is this what it feels like to reach paradise? 

You can’t stop; breaths soon grow ragged as you melt further into each other, as if you can become one if you try hard enough. You end up on your back on the bed, Jean hovering over you. The temperature in the room is steadily climbing as the heat between you begins to spark to life. Your sweatshirt and his top end up discarded to the side, nuisances preventing you from being closer, closer, closer.

“You’re so pretty,” Jean murmurs in awe, drinking in the site of you in your tank top and sleep shorts. “So damn pretty.”

“Not so bad yourself,” you reply, trailing your hands down the firm muscles of his chest. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but you’ve never been allowed to feel. Now, you greedily drink him in with your touch.

Jean dips his face back down to press hot kisses against your jaw, trailing his lips down the side of your neck and over your collarbone. “So warm and soft,” he sighs into your skin, nipping just slightly with his teeth. “And you smell so good.”

“Jean,” you whimper softly, digging your nails into his shoulders. “I want…”

Your words trail off into a choked gasp as one large hand palms your chest.

“Hmmmm?” He’s still kissing and nipping at your skin, the hand on you just gently kneading. “Gotta use your words, baby.”

A petulant whine leave your throat as you thread your fingers through his soft hair. Can’t he just read the room?

“What was that?” He teases slyly.

You huff, eyebrows pinching together as you wrap your legs around his waist and pull. Jean yelps as your hips collide, sparks of pleasure shooting through your body as you finally get the contact you’ve been wanting.

“Fuck,” he groans, lifting his head so he can look up at you with eager eyes. The adoration and lust mixing in them makes a shiver slither down your spine. “Baby, you can’t just-“

You move your hips and are rewarded with another gorgeous breathy groan. “Why can’t I? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Shit-yes,” he moans, desperate and eager. “But I don’t want to come in my pants like some fucking virgin teenager.”

The thought of him falling apart just from a little friction has you reeling. “I dunno,” you pant, rubbing yourself against him like a cat in heat. “Could be fun.”

Jean’s rocking against you now too, his protests growing feebler and feebler with every shift of your bodies. “You’re-fuck-such a little minx.”

“You love it,” your voice wavers and warbles as you cling to him even tighter.

“I love you,” Jean tips forward, catching your mouth with his before you can respond. You hungrily accept his kiss, heart thrumming wildly at his confession. You aren’t shocked or put off by his words; it isn’t too soon, or too much. It’s perfect, like the inevitable conclusion has finally been reached. There isn’t a reality where you don’t fall in love with this man, where he doesn’t cradle your heart in his gentle hands.

Or take apart your body with just a few calculated rolls of his hips.

“I-oh, Jean-I,” you’re whimpering into his mouth, trying to tell him your own confession through the blinding heat that’s burning through you. Jean seems to understand, breaking your kiss to cup your face with a tender touch.

“I know, baby, I know now,” he whispers with a soft smile, and that’s all you need. Everything blurs together in a cacophony of chromaticity and bliss, your cries stuck in your throat as you bury your face in Jean’s neck. You can feel he’s right with you, panting and swearing quietly into you ear as you cling to each other like lifelines.

After the tremors fade, you simply lay there for a bit, Jean draped over you like a comforting blanket. You absentmindedly trace shapes on his back, enjoying the feeling of his weight and his warmth enveloping you.

Eventually he lifts his head and gifts you with a sappy, goofy grin.

“Hey,” he says, eyes crinkling as his smile widens.

“Hi,” you grin back, running a hand through his hair. “Told you it would be fun.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jean chuckles, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your inner wrist. Your already melted body goes even more gooey at the tender gesture. “Hey, so did you really call out my name while sleeping with another dude?”

Heat floods your face as you remember your words from before he’d effectively turned your working brain to mush. “Wow, way to ruin a perfectly lovely romantic moment.”

“You can’t just say that to a guy and then expect him to blow right past it!” Jean counters. “That’s like, the biggest ego boost ever.”

“Your ego does not need any boosting,” you twist your hand from his grip to playfully pinch his cheek. “But yes. It happened once, and don’t you dare let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” Jean smirks, face laced with mischief. “Good to know you’ve always been so obsessed with me.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, turning your burning face away from his. “You’re the one who admitted you can’t stop thinking about me.”

“I wear my simp badge with pride,” Jean declares unashamedly. “Buckle up, baby, I’m gonna worship the absolute shit out of the ground you walk on.”

You roll your eyes but your heart flutters at his words. “Rein it in there, Casanova.”

“You love it,” Jean repeats your words from earlier with a grin, leaning down to connect your lips once more. You kiss leisurely for a few moments, simply savouring your newly discovered revelation of feelings. Eventually Jean pulls back, grin still etched on his perfect face.

“Come on,” he says, “let’s get cleaned up and go to bed. I wanna hold you close all night long.”

“A sap as well as a simp,” you tease, but you smile at the pleasant thought of being pressed next to him for so long.

Once the two of you have got yourselves sorted, you turn out the light and crawl into your old double bed, limbs and bodies entwining eagerly as you settle down for the night. Jean is warm and solid against you, remnants of his musky cologne clinging to his skin that you inhale deeply as you press your face into his shoulder.

“Next weekend I’m gonna take you on a proper date,” Jean says, one large hand stroking up and down your back soothingly. “Dinner, drinks, flowers, the works. You free?”

“Mmmm, yes,” you sigh as you snuggle contentedly against him. “As long as it ends with a repeat of tonight-with decidedly less clothes- I’m in.”

“You’re trying to kill me, woman,” Jean groans, and you giggle as you feel him twitch against you. “Fuck the date, we’ll just skip straight to the part where I take you back to mine and make you scream.”

You squirm as heat lances through your body at his words. “I’m game. But what about Connie and Sasha?”

“Sasha’s going home, it’s her little sister’s birthday. And I’m sure if I bribed Eren and Mikasa with enough snacks and weed, they’d babysit Connie for the weekend.”

You snort. “You make it sound like he’s a dog or a small child.”

“Isn’t he a little of both though?”

The two of you laugh together as you imagine the colourful words Connie would have to say if he heard your conversation. Your laughter eventually bleeds into a comfortable stillness, the dark and quiet enveloping you as you relax in each other’s arms. 

The busyness and emotions of the day creep up on you, and your eyes grow heavy as you cuddle closer to Jean. The slow, soothing pass of his hand on your back and the comfort of his body heat gently lull you into the drowsy peace of the precipice of sleep. You feel secure and safe, cherished and loved. You’d never have imagined this would be the result of your fake dating agreement, that you’d finally be in the exact place you’ve dreamed of being for so long. 

You’re not complaining.

“Love you,” you murmur, the words easy, natural. “Goodnight, Jean.”

“Love you too,” Jean’s lips press against your forehead, his arms tightening around you. “Sweet dreams, baby.”

A few more passes of his hand on your back, and you’re almost out. But he breaks the soft stillness of your shared breathing one last time.

“Hey,” Jean whispers quietly, and you hum vaguely in response. “How often do you have these family reunions?”

“Hmmmmm, like every few years or so,” you mumble sleepily. “Why?”

“Because I’m planning on coming to the next one as your real boyfriend,” Jean says, and you feel his smile against your skin. The corners of your own mouth turn up, heart thrummingly happily at the thought of him in your distant future.

“Yeah, me too,” is the last words that tumble from your lips before you’re taken by slumber.

Only, he doesn’t.

He doesn’t come to the next reunions as your real boyfriend.

He comes as your very real fiancée instead.

[adenthemage]

Sorry to the other guys, but...

[michaeljordy]

Aww! How adorably creepy. Let’s a take a selfie, it well be FOONY. : ) I made em look like this dolls.

Anybody remember these things?

[porcosgalliard]

a collection of jeans / snk 102. 

[estarllita]

positions feat. aot characters- nsfw content 18+ only

characters: eren, armin, jean, hange, levi

author's note: this has been in my brain for a while, but I'm nervous to write smut. decided to say fuck it and just go for it. lower case is intentional. capital letters are ugly.

warnings: smut, chubby-coded character, fem!reader, praise, slight talk of body image, big dicks, dirty talk, unprotected sex, bondage, kinky!armin, rough!eren, kinda sub?jean if you squint, degradation, squirting, public sex, amab!hange, hair pulling, everyone is their s4-sonas

dividers: firefly graphics

no beta we die like men

eren jeager- the anvil

eren lifts your hips with one hand while shoving a couple of pillows under them with the other. you giggle with excitement. he smirks as he lowers your hips on the pile of pillows.

"ready, babe?"

you nod enthusiastically

eren doesn't hesitate to push his dick into your pussy to the hilt. you throw your head back with a scream.

"you're such a good slut for me, yeah?" he says as he begins an unrelenting pace. you throw your head back with a loud moan.

eren grunts above you, throwing your legs over his shoulders. somehow he reaches inside you even deeper than before, hitting the spot within you again and again.

he reaches a hand down and begins to rub your clit hard. you feel the pressure building within you.

"eren... pull out" you barely manage to pant out. he pulls out just as you begin to squirt. his eyes are locked on your pussy as it dribbles down, rubbing your clit gently.

"fucking whore. couldn't even cum on my cock, huh?" he taunts as you come down from your high.

"I'll teach you a lesson. you're going to cum on my cock this time, yeah?"

armin arlert- kinky missionary

"is that too tight?" armin asks. twisting your wrists in the handcuffs you shake your head. armin smiles as he places a needy kiss on your lips.

"do you remember the safe words?"

"red, yellow, and green. the colors of a traffic light." armin smiles as he places a kiss on your forehead.

"ya know"- he starts as he moves down your body, placing gentle kisses along the way -"having you ties up like this has me more excited than i thought i would be." he places a longer kiss over your stomach, an area he knows you're insecure about.

you begin to squirm when he places a kiss over your mound. "ah, ah." he scolds, "stay still for me pretty lady and I'll treat you real nice, yeah?"

your eyes widen hearing those words leave armin's mouth. when he had come home the other night with the handcuffs on your wrist, you'd never expected to see such dominance from your boyfriend.

he traces his finger down the center of your body, so light you can barely feel it. his pupils blown with lust, the blue color almost hidden. you hold back your squirms. he continues to trace his finger until it reaches your pussy.

he rubs your clit lightly, you let out a whine. he dips his finger into you. you bite your lip and throw your head back onto the pillow.

"open your eyes." armin says, his voice demanding yet soft.

you crack open your eyes just as armin places his finger on your lips. parting them, you swirl your tongue around his finger to taste yourself. armin lets out a soft sigh as he pulls his finger out of your mouth.

"color?" he asks kissing tour nose.

"green."

armin smirks, "good." he places his hands on your thighs, -"now spread those leg like a good girl."

jean kirschstein- seated scissors

"you got this. just a little more, love." jean says as he messages your hips.

no matter the amount of times you and jean fuck, you never fully get used to the size of his dick. sinking down as far as you can go, gasping for air, you stop for a moment. the messaging on your hips keeping you present in the moment.

you reach your hand back to caress jean's chest, toying with his nipple. looking over your shoulder, you see him bite his lip as a deep moan rumbles through his chest. the grip on your hips tightens.

"your pussy feels so good, princess. so warm and wet for me." he gasps out. you begin to roll your hips, his head leaning back on the pillow as a moan escapes him. that was your final push to begin moving.

you rise slowly on his dick, taking your time to memorize the feeling over every bump and vein. you bite down on your bottom lip to hold in a whimper.

going back down just as slowly, you can't stop the quiet moan that escapes you. jean's hands wrap around your tummy, scratching his nails across.

his moan only get louder as you speed up your movements. your pussy making wet noises as you get closer and closer to your release.

jean lets out a loud groan as his nail dig further into your skin, "I love you" he chokes out as he reaches his climax. you thrust down a few more times before reaching your own.

you life your hips up and off his dick, collapsing onto his chest.

"can we do that again?" you ask once you catch your breath. jean chuckles.

"of course, love."

hange zoe- stairway to heaven

"we're not going back inside until you cum." they said into your ear. their hot breath sent shivers down your spine. "you might want to move a little faster if you wanna do that before someone catches us."

you begin to increase your pace, chasing your orgasm. the thrill of possibly getting caught only making you more excited to finish in the stairwell to hange's apartment.

it started as a simple trip to get some supplies for your weekend at their place (mostly snacks, drinks, and condoms) but ended with hange's dick inside of you in the stairwell. the supplies left (mostly) forgotten next to you both. hange made sure to put on a condom.

you slap your hand over your mouth as hange begins to thrust up into you. they wrap their hands through your hair, pulling you back as the pace of their thrusts increases.

"cum for me." that was all you needed to finish. white bolts of pleasure shooting through your body. hange thrusts into your limp form a few more times until they finish and pull out.

they begin to place soft kisses on the back of your neck. once you begin to feel your body again, they help you stand up and fix your clothes. they pull off the condom tying it into a little knot before putting it in their pocket.

they use their finger tips to pull your face up to their, kissing you so passionately your toes curl.

"you did wonderful love. we'll have to try that again."

levi ackerman- laying on the edge of the bed

you yelp as levi pulls you toward the edge of your shared bed. he coaches down a begins to place gentle bits up your inner thighs, skipping over the place you want his mouth the most.

you moan his name and wiggle when he drags his tongue towards your center, but skips it again. standing to his full height, he pulls your hips closer to his. your ass hanging off the bed.

he aligns his dick with your entrance. he looks into your eyes, waiting for your nod of approval. once you do, he pushes in. you throw your head back in a moan.

he bites his lip as he begins to thrust into you rhythmically. the only noise in the room was your soft moans and skin slapping together.

you use your fingers to play with your nipples, pulling on them slightly. he increases his pace, now softly grunting with his thrusts.

"levi." you moan.

"cum for me." his voice baritone voice booms softly. you shudder s your release creeps up on you. levi pulls out and jerks into his hand, spilling out over your tummy.

he takes his fingers and swirls it in his cum before shoving his fingers in your mouth. he bites his lip when you choke. pulling you off the bed, you sink to your knees.

placing his half hard cock on your lips, you open up your mouth as he thrusts inside.

"such a good girl."

author's note: ahhhhhhhh. I can't believe I wrote that. I'm so proud of myself. please lmk what you think or if you have any ideas for future headcanons!

[oblxvion]

little secret | jean kirschstein

-> pairing: ceo!jean kirschstein x f!reader

-> wc: 1.6k

-> warnings: NSFR, smut/nsfw, praise, vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

-> notes: for u my love @miyanom​ <333 LOL let me know if there's any mistakes that i missed while editing!

you had no idea how you ended up in this situation, bare chest pressed up against his desk as he pushed your head down with one hand, holding your right hip with the other. it was all too much, and with your boss, jean kirschstein. of course you found him attractive, who wouldn’t? but to think that he was infatuated with you, his secretary, made your brain feel funny.

it was just a normal day at work, you had worn suitable and appropriate attire, but for some reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

jean was mesmerized, there was something different about you from the rest off the women that he had worked with. he felt weird having these feelings for you as your superior, but for some reason, it aroused him more. the way you acted around everyone, you seemed so innocent, and he wanted to know what you felt like, how you’d moan under him, get all worked up from him barely touching you. you hadn’t been able to leave his thoughts for the past couple weeks and when he saw you come into his office to deliver some papers, he knew he had to have his way with you.

one thing led to another, and here you were now. 

“fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he seethed, pulling you up towards him so your back flush against his chest. this angle hitting that spongey spot perfectly, he could tell by the way you squeezed around him at this action. just by this simple change, you could feel the coil beginning to tighten, threatening to snap.

“jean, shit, ‘m gonna cum—” 

just as you were about to have the release of a lifetime, the both of you froze at the sound of someone knocking on the door do jean’s office. horror struck your face as you looked over to him, quickly pulling out as you winced at the loss of the feeling of being full, and your ruined orgasm before jean motioned for you to get underneath his desk while he sat down in his chair.

“jean, may i come in?” you recognized that voice, connie springer. one of the members of his board. you’d heard jean talk about him when you’d dropped off some work for him in the past. 

“oh, uh, yeah,” he coughed, trying to not sound as suspicious as he wiped down the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. of all the times when connie needed to talk to him, why did it have to be now?

“so, i have some papers for you that i need you to look at, they look pretty important.” connie explains, walking closer over to the desk. you stayed quiet as you looked up to jean, visibly tense at the fact that connie was coming closer. if connie found out what the two of you were doing, you were almost certain that you’d lose your job.

“okay, yeah, i can get them to you later this afternoon, just leave them on the table.” he sounded agitated, to anyone except connie, it was clear that jean wanted him to leave and continue his fun that he was having with you moments prior. 

what he didn’t expect was to feel you sliding your hands up his thighs, palming his dick through his poorly zipped pants. you heard his breath hitch as you continued your ministrations, slowly pulling his still hard cock out from under his garments.

you lazily stroked his length, bringing your mouth over to tease his tip with your tongue as you tasted the remnants of yourself and his precum. ever so quietly, you continued to bring more of him into your cavern, bobbing your head and up and down, making sure to not make a sound. 

jean, on the other hand, was having trouble keeping his composure. there’s no way that he would say or do something that’d risk your cover, and more importantly, he thought this was insanely attractive that you were giving him, your superior, head under his desk. 

he peered down to look at you, catching a moan in his throat before playing it off as a cough. you looked so pretty like this, with his cock down your throat, your spit coating his length and your hand as you proceeded to slide your hand up and down his shaft. this image alone was going to be burned into his memory forever, he was going to have to see this again. 

“hey, is everything okay?” connie could tell that there was something wrong, and jean did not want him to come any closer, he did not want connie to see you like this, it was meant for him only. 

“yeah, everything’s fine, i just am a bit stressed out that’s all,” jean responded in a monotone voice as his hands gripped the sides of his chair, he wasn’t going to last long. 

“well, do you wanna talk about—” 

“no, fuck, sorry. can i just have some space, please?” with that, connie gave a small nod, obviously worried for his boss but wanting to give him some space as he left the room. 

once the door closed behind connie, jean eased into his chair, chuckling in the process. he looked down at you once again, seeing as you hadn’t slowed your movements, he brought his hand down to your head and intertwined his fingers with your hair, aiding your head up an down.

“that was, fuck, quite the stunt you pulled,” he smirked down at you as you pulled off of him, giving him a cheeky smile as you continued to lazily jerk him off. it was so sloppy, but the two of you loved it. “c’mere.” 

jean grabbed your free wrist to pull you up towards him, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss. the kiss was full of need, full of need, and full of lust. your hand lazily moving up and down his length before crawling up into his lap. 

you melted into the kiss as you swiveled your hips on his dick, teasing him by sliding his tip between your folds but not quite bringing him inside just yet. as much as you wanted to tease him, make him crumble even more than he was already, you were aching for him.

"fuck — baby, put it in, oh my god," jean groaned as he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut before bringing his hands to your waist. in this moment, you felt so powerful by doing this action but it was quickly forgotten. his hands gripped you tightly and moved your hips in a way that his tip slid over your clit perfectly. the way he made you feel, the pleasure he gave you, it was too overwhelming.

the moment he slipped his cock inside your cunt, you immediately felt yourself get closer to your climax. your previous orgasm ruined, you were desperate to get it back.

your arm wrapped around his neck while his hands were on your waist as you sunk down, taking him to the hilt. the slick from your arousal made it easier for jean to thrust inside you, alternating between that and you riding him.

his hands remained at your waist, grinding you down onto him as your foreheads touched and lips ghosting each other's, but not once making contact. jean wanted to hear your pretty little noises while you wanted to hear his.

“jean,” you whimpered, melting into his touch.

“so — fucking pretty, you’re so pretty, my pretty girl.” jean babbled as your cunt continued to suck him back in, it was so addictive. he loved it, he wanted more, he needed more, he needed to feel you cum.

you both were clearly close with how erratic jeans's thrusts were and how desperately you ground your hips down onto him.

"fuck fuck fuck, jean, please," you whined, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder as he fucked into you at a a steady pace. the way you squeezed down on him, drove him insane. he could feel his orgasm approaching as he brought his hands down to the fat of your ass, gripping hard as he bounced you on his cock. 

the way he kept hitting that special spot over and over again, and you could feel your legs begin to tremble as your orgasm washed over you. with a yell of his name, your body trembled as the wall broke down, your release coating his cock.

“’m cumming, fuck, oh fuck,” jean groaned, the feeling of your arousal and previous orgasm drove him over the edge as hot spurts of cum flooded your insides. his thrusts slowed to a halt as he rested his head on your shoulder as an attempt to catch his breath.

you both sat there in a comfortable silence for a few moments before you felt the feeling of his cum seeping out of your swollen cunt. you stood up and began to look for your panties, not knowing where to they were. 

“looking for these?” jean smirks while reaching into his back pocket to pull out your black lace thong.

“yeah, thanks,” you turn your back towards him, clearly embarrassed that he had your panties in his pocket. you could feel your face hot as you felt his chest press against the small of your back before giving you a light kiss on the exposed skin of your shoulder. 

“lemme help you,” he whispers before kneeling down so you can step into your undergarments as he slides them up your thighs and under your skirt before standing tall again. his hand reached under the fabric to bring his fore finger and middle finger just over the crotch to feel the mix of his cum along with yours. “keep it in for me when i check later, yeah?”

your face hot as you gave him a small nod before flattening your skirt, fixing your skirt and hair. just as you had reached for the handle of his door, you heard his voice once more. 

“it can be our little secret.”

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[levijean-s]

Left to Right. College AU. (1) (2) (3)

[rhetoricfemme]

Foregone Conclusion | Jean/Willy Tybur | SNK

Rated: M | 2003 words | AO3

Everyone deserves at least one charmed beginning. Unassuming meet-cutes and intentions to traipse into the future holding hands, potential disturbances far from mind and entirely unseen.

For Jean Kirschstein, Liam Tybur was just that.

Honey blond clasped at the nape of his tanned neck, slightly crooked teeth inside of a billion-dollar smile.

Class was being held outside that morning, as their instructor had deemed walls inferior to the sun-warmed seats of the university amphitheater.

Jean had shown up early, slinging his backpack onto an empty seat and cracking open a book to bide his time. Try as he might, however, his focus continued to fall victim to a small cacophony several rows over.

Right. Of course, it had to be him.

Liam spoke with his hands while regaling classmates. Elaborate and important talk of how he’d spent his summer trailing precariously elevated cliffsides and narrow mountain roads, though something about his tone somehow remained humble.

Be it the decibel of his voice, the story itself, or the way his eyes scanned the class while speaking, Jean found Liam Tybur an altogether strange creature, and impossible to ignore.

Judging by a series of blink-and-miss glances, Liam didn’t want him to.

He’d shown boyish curiosity when he finally approached Jean, all at once bold and demure. Sweet and confident.

Expectant.

Directing his eye back into his book, Jean doesn’t look up again until he sees a pair of sneakers in his peripheral vision. The white rubber soles of said shoes are almost entirely covered in Sharpie-laden sentences. Of course they are.

“What’cha reading?”

“Ah,” It had been the perfect foil to Liam’s poise when Jean had opened his mouth to nervous laughter. “Death Farm. It’s about cadavers?”

A nod of his golden head, a pursed lip smile. “Well that’s something, isn’t it?”

“Everything is something.”

“Morbid.” Jean assumes this was meant to be flirtatious, when interestingly Liam is beginning to sound apprehensive. Regardless, he summons the gall to point toward Jean’s bag. “So are you saving this seat for someone?”

Jean takes his time. Gives himself as many long-passing seconds as he needs to assess the person in front of him. Three weeks into class, and they’ve exchanged more words in this amphitheater than their collective time inside the classroom.

“Not really.” A lopsided grin and sweet hazel sparks, and the backpack finds itself moved to the ground. “Go ahead and sit.”

At the end of the day, Liam would be alright.

Jean had been watching the way he lived out one thought to the next; the way people were drawn to LIam, and he drawn right back to them. The way he found existential beauty and crisis in the smallest of things. Liam was gifted with the disposition to find catharsis in the mere act of breathing, and he’d then go on to tell all the world about it.

For as endearing as Liam could be, Jean was not proud to admit that he had long since considered him a touch obnoxious.

There was guilt pinned to the anti-sentiment. Of course there was, but there was also the guilt born from the fact that when Liam looked at Jean, there was one word left after all the others had gone away.

Loving.

This, and the fact that Jean simply could not force himself to feel the same way.

“Can’t believe you’re going to be gone all of spring break.” Liam rolls onto his side, snakes his arm around Jean’s waist as he lays motionless on his back. “Would’ve been nice to lay around for a few days. Read some books together, binge watch something. Eren’s going home, right? We could’ve…”

It’s discreet when Jean moves away from the lips grazing across his neck, compensating for the loss by affectionately trailing his fingers through long blond hair.

“You don’t like the books I like.” Jean teases, wanting for absentminded bliss, but instead settling on lazily braiding his lover’s hair.

“No, no I don’t.” Liam’s laughter is good-natured, and Jean imagines that he’s going to miss it. “It’s fine, though. Nice of you to help your brothers move into their house.”

Truth be told, Jean’s been looking forward to this. The glee in Reiner’s voice when he’d called more than a month ago now, telling Jean they’d done it—they’d actually gotten a fucking house, and the only thing that would make the deal better is if Jean drove up and helped them move in.

While Jean has no regrets about going to school in Ohio, nor does he believe he’s cut out for a lifetime of distance from the people he calls home. He’s come to discern what he believes to be an acceptable arm’s length of separation based on how quickly he can get himself home when wistfulness strikes. Or on those rare occasions that someone he cares about is in a genuine position of need.

It hasn’t escaped Jean’s notice, but more appropriately it’s hounded his mind that so much of his spare mental energy is guided toward a small number of people, none of whom are a convenient distance away.

It’ll only occur as an afterthought the following morning, when Jean is more than halfway there, that he’s no sense of longing for the arms that for the past several months have delighted in keeping him warm at night.

For the moment, Jean is still too preoccupied thinking about all the work he’ll have to keep him busy. How much time he’ll have to engage in conversation that isn’t happening in the form of a text, the long drive ahead…

“…sorry, what?”

“Whenever you get a chance to come home with me, I was saying.” Liam locks eyes with Jean, the question in his gaze contradicting the certainty of his words. “They don’t call me Liam.”

“No? What’d they call you, then?”

“Willy.”

Jean can’t help but smile. It’s the sort of name that incites images of innocence and childlike wonder, and so despite the way Liam cringes at the name, Jean can’t help but find it fitting.

“When you’re at home what do they call you?”

“Just Jean.”

“No nicknames?”

He thinks of the obvious. Of how second-nature it is to hear his parents, Levi or Reiner call him by that annoying, but well-loved nickname. Thinks of how Bertholt reserves it for quieter moments, or how Marco’s brows had raised in sweet amusement the first time he’d heard Reiner call him Jeanbo.

“Just Jean.”

“Mm.” Liam’s arm wraps tighter around his waist. “Just Jean, it is.”

The movements that once caused Jean to pulse with heat now serve to remind him of how far they’ve dropped off. How far in his own ruminations he’s come. How he’s uncertain whether the man beside him is ignoring the growing chasm Jean has struck in the space between them, or if he truly doesn’t feel it.

Despite all of this, he’s not immune to Liam’s charms. Jean’s body still responds generously to a certain degree of caresses and touch. There’s a high level of adoration worthy of being defended, even if Liam could never bring himself to press in upon request. He could never bring himself to grip or pull hard enough for Jean’s tastes.

The amped up coil in Jean’s gut has long since died. And so he reroutes the desperate, romantic attempts of lips at his neck before the rest of his drive has a chance to go cold.

Liam sighs, full of heat and lacking inhibition when his clothes land in a heap on Jean’s bedroom floor, letting Jean guide his hand between his legs.

“You’re so to-the-point these days.” Sharp commentary amid languid strokes of a tongue. “Where’s the boy who looked at foreplay as if he couldn’t live without it?”

The comment is playful, if not inquisitive, but it leaves Jean with an unavoidable chill growing in his belly.

“M’right here.” He hooks a leg behind the strong, familiar waist, unable to muster anything better, even as a going-away present. “Guess I’ve changed a bit.”

“No.” Liam sighs pleasantly, ignores the way Jean tenses as he revisits his neck. “You’re just stressed. Have you changed? Or is it just a season of life?”

“Seasons change.”

One fades off into another, and when it finally comes back around some things are never quite the same.

Jean grabs hold of him, then. Flips their bodies without warning and watches how Liam flushes at the sight of Jean hovering above him.

“No more talking tonight.” Soft eyes and insistent fingers are as incongruous as Jean’s words. “Okay?”

Liam’s arches skyward, hands grappling for purchase at Jean’s thighs.

“Okay..” He’s barely time to respond. “Jean!”

Sealing their lips together, Jean robs them of the opportunity to share words. They engage one another from the same bed, though they exist on separate planes.

Jean kisses hard but is careful when he thrusts into Liam’s heat. Takes his time, listens to the steady rise of blood and nerves, desperate to find their common ground before it’s time to go. He can’t close his eyes—please, not now—because if the sex is increasingly emotionless, fuck it still feels good.

Climbing higher, Jean drags Liam willingly along with him. Meets the wet gaze of perfectly sincere eyes, because if Jean closes his, if he so much as looks away he risks clear blue irises melting to soulful brown.

He can’t do that to Liam.

And it’s a truth he’s not prepared to reconcile himself to, yet.

Liam comes first, hot and messy across his and Jean’s stomachs, biting into Jean’s kiss hard enough to draw blood. It’s everything Jean could have wanted, but oh, not like this. Not from his Liam, who in six months has not once kissed like that.

Stumbling into an orgasm he wasn’t ready for, Jean sobs with elation before melting into the arms braced against his back.

It takes some time to reconcile themselves with reality. To remember their limbs, find their breath again before rolling off opposite sides of the bed.

Before he knows what’s happening, Jean finds himself inquiring as to where Liam is going. For a moment, the only sound is that of pink-stained tissues hitting the trash can, but then Liam hits him with a pensive little smile.

“I think I’m gonna go back to my place tonight.” Thoughtful words to accompany the slow, affectionate rub of his thumb across Jean’s mouth. “You’re leaving early in the morning, right?”

“You can stay if you want.” Jean whispers almost silently. “I didn’t say I wanted you to go.”

“I know.” Again, Liam plays at the purple blossom he’d left at Jean’s lip. Sighs. “I know you don’t want me to go, Jean. But maybe I have to.”

The grip Jean keeps on Liam’s elbow borders just on the other side of too tight, though he isn’t asked to let go.

“It’s fine.” Liam promises, grips Jean’s shoulder in return. “Go home. Come back. Maybe things will feel different then.”

The laughter that falls from Jean’s lips comes out almost sad and sardonically.

And so it goes, that after a nearly sleepless night, Jean climbs into his car at four in the morning.

At some point he finds himself driving across old, familiar roads. Doesn’t think twice when skipping the exit that would take him to his parent’s house, opting instead to drive on just a little more.

It’s just after eight a.m. when the apartment door creaks open, predictably left unlocked just for him. Jean spills inside of the tiny living room, simultaneously renewed but exhausted when he crashes onto an old couch, and quite honestly proud of himself for not landing on the floor.

Throwing an old blanket on top of himself, he settles in for however long a nap he can get before Reiner inevitably jostles him back awake.

How merciful that his brothers seem to be choosing to sleep in. How fortunate that Jean’s mind seems to agree with his body, and has no interest in staying awake.

He’s so tired, in fact, that when a hand gently tucks the old blanket around Jean’s tired shoulders, he sleeps on.

None the wiser. Entirely unaware.

[theragethatisdesire]

I’M ACTUALLY EARLY ENOUGH TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS YAY 😭😭

okay okay okay so i’m thinking 236 with plug!eren. i feel like he’d love to see you wearing his things like wearing his hoodie after six could easily start up a round two.

and then that last chapter got me thinking abt 116 w/ him too, i can’t wait to see a more possessive/protective side to him in the future possibly 👀 that “my girl” had me feeling things lol

and then 8 for jean. i have no specific reason, he’s just sexy and i’m impulsive so i wanna fuck him there, but he’s also tall as hell so it would be a struggle for him LMAO

this was just an excuse to talk to you abt plug!eren and jean, please don’t think i’m expecting drabble from you i just wanna ramble 😭😭🥹

DLFADLFDA hi bestie!!!! you're so full of ideas i literally love it so much i just.....you're so right. ESP about plug!eren he's so possessive on the low and he tries to hold himself back but he can't always help himself. like, he def has you dressed up all in his little hoodies and t-shirts and you're always covered in little bites and bruises and hickeys and going through dozens of bottles of concealer and he absolutely gets you a little necklace with an E charm on it like that's not canon but it's canon <333 i LOVE him!!!!

but your idea with jean....i....i simply couldn't resist....

NSFW below the cut >:)

The first thing you learned about Jean Kirschstein was that his ego knows no bounds. He isn't a selfish person, quite the opposite, actually, but as the starting pitcher for Paradis University's top-ranking baseball team, he has a constant supply of ego-fueling screams from the stands to keep his self-image bloated and well-fed.

Hundreds of girls screaming their name would make any man unreasonably confident, but Jean has the gall to blame his borderline-conceit on you of all people. You expect me not to have a big head when I have a girlfriend this gorgeous? C'mon babe, be serious.

Jean's favorite way to feed his ego, by extension, is by taking you anywhere he wants, any time. Considering that he leaves your legs shaking and your voice raspy, you're not one to complain, but this tendency of his does force you into some rather suspect situations.

Take tonight, for example. The Paradis Devils pulled a 5-3 victory off over the Marley Warriors, their conference rival, and it was, frankly, mostly thanks to Jean's signature curveball pitch. When he eyed you in the stands from the pitch, a toothpick sticking out from his smirk and a dark glint to his smile that only you knew how to interpret, the deafening cheers in the stadium faded to a low hum in comparison to the rush of blood to your face.

"Jean, we're going to get caught-"

"Sh," Jean hushes you, shoving you none-too-gently against the door of his flashy pickup truck, "who cares?"

"Me," you whine pitifully into his mouth, already limp and malleable in his strong hands.

"Not going to help me celebrate my victory? You know you're the reason we won," Jean mouths his way down your neck, pulling a whimper from you, "do it all for you, baby."

"But there's people around Jean, the game just let out."

"Hop in, then," Jean smacks your ass playfully, "windows are tinted, remember?"

As if you don't know the windows are tinted, not after Jean's last game, the baseball banquet, your Honor's Society awards dinner...you acquiesce him with a roll of your eyes, clambering up into the backseat.

Jean follows you, hazel eyes hooded and hungry and hat backwards on his head, never letting his hands drift from you for long. He wrestles his jersey off before climbing in, tossing it carelessly into the passenger seat and laying his long body over yours. He reaches back and fumbles for the door handle, finally finding purchase and swinging it closed, only to accidentally thwack his leg, shooting his body forward and consequently knocking your head into the opposite door.

"Fuck."

"Ow!"

"Car sex always looks so much easier in the movies," Jean winces, shaking his head.

"Then why can't we just wait until we get home? Your apartment's only five minutes away," you giggle, only half-meaning your words when Jean's muscled torso is pressing into your heated skin.

Jean doesn't answer at first, instead dipping his hand down to rub insistently over your clothed, pulsing cunt. He chuckles darkly at your responding moan, the way your hips buck up desperately into his hand, betraying your words.

"If you think you're getting out of this car without my cum dripping down your legs, you've lost your goddamn mind."

[invaderzia1]

The Worst is Yet to Come (Jean Kirschstein x Fem!Reader) (Part 2)

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Jean POV

Upon entering the kitchen, I pulled my phone out in order to distract myself from the awkward tension in the air. I failed to notice a familiar raven haired female slip away from the rest of the group and join me. She used my lack of awareness to her advantage and pulled me to the farthest side of the kitchen, trapping me between her and the corner of counter. I put my phone on the counter top, turning my focus onto her.

“Are you okay?”

“Not really, but I’m cooling down now. No need to worry.” I answered, shrugging off her concern.

She placed a hand on my arm, taking me aback by her sudden warmness. I look into her eyes, which were staring back into mine. Her usual stoic attitude had been pushed aside by her worry.

“Jean, promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

Frozen in shock, I stared back at her. Unable to formulate any type of words or coherent sentences. I was overcome with a feeling of guilt and worry. Mikasa had never been open about her concern like this, mainly saving this for Eren and Armin. She must’ve taken my silence as a sign to keep going.

“Please, I know this is tough, but none of us want to see you go off and hurt yourself trying to help her.” She started, her grip on my arm tightening. “Don’t go out and do something that’ll get you killed, okay?”

“I don’t know if I can promise that. I will do anything I can for her, even if I put myself in harms way.”

Mikasa sighed, shaking her head in disapproval. “We all will do whatever we can to help her, but you can’t push yourself like this. She made that deal to save you, don’t let it go to waste.”

“I appreciate the concern, Mikasa. But if I have to give my life in order to return her memories of us, then I will.”

I must’ve struck a cord in her, as she slapped me across the cheek. I stood stunned as I brought a hand to my pulsating cheek. Everyone else in the room was looking at us now, curious as to why Mikasa struck me. Her head was down, not letting me see her eyes. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bathroom, pushing me roughly against the door as we entered.

“Mikasa, what the hell was that ab-“

“No, you listen. I won’t let you kill yourself if it means fixing this. Is that what (Y/n) would want? You’d sacrifice your life in order for her to remember, but what happens when she does and your gone? Don’t be an idiot.”

I stood stunned, lettin mikasa’s words settle in me. I hadn’t been thinking rationally about any of this, letting my emotion take control.

“You’re right... but, I can’t just let her forget about everything we had. I can’t just sit by and watch as our life together fall apart. Damn it, I was going to propose to her.” I let myself speak freely, my bad temper getting the better of me.

“Jean, she’s still the same girl she’s always been. Try talking to her and I’m sure she will fall for you again. If it worked before it’ll work again. You are being irrational.”

I clenched my hands into fists, my blood boiling as I realized Mikasa was right. If I’m unable to find a way to fix this I can always try again. God, I’m an idiot.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid, Jean.” Mikasa repeated, releasing her tense grip on my shoulders and softening her features.

“I... I promise.”

Mikasa released a sigh of relief, straightening up and fixing my shirt she had messed up. She peered back into my eyes, her cold eyes boaring into my soul.

“Good, I’m sorry for being harsh with you, I needed to spark some sense into you.”

I raised my hand up, waving off her apology. “No, don’t be. I was bein an asshole. I should be the one apologizing.”

“If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask me.” Was all she said before she left the bathroom.

I stood there for a a few minutes. Reflecting on everything that had happened and calm my self. Turning on the faucet on and splashing cold water onto my face. As is stared at my reflection, I felt disgusted with what I saw. I looked pathetic. Red, puffy eyes with dark bags underneath. My hair was dishelved and wild. I still had dirt from our fight earlier on my face along with a bright red hand print.

I wanted to thrust my hand through the damn mirror. To rid myself of the image it presented me, so I wouldn’t have to face the facts anymore. But I knew better. I attempted to clean myself up, gettin most of the dirt off and fixing my hair. But I still looked pathetic.

I sighed to myself and as I was about to exit the bathroom, someone knocked on the door. I opened it and saw (Y/n) shyly waiting for me.

“S-Sorry, I was just wondering if we could talk.”

I nodded and let her enter the bathroom. She timidly slid past me, trying hard not to touch me. Taking a seat on the toilet cover. I shut the door and turned to her, staying by the door as to keep my distance.

“Gen-Jean!! Sorry... I didn’t mean to do that, I promise. It was an accident, I swear.” I raised my hand to stop her from apologizing, calming her down slightly. “Sorry, sorry... I just wanted to talk to you about this. Or rather us.”

I tried to hide my excitement, not wanting to creep her out more than I’m sure I already have.

“If we were together before this... I mean, are together... then I don’t want to distrupt it. I’m willing to try to make it work, just not the same as it used to be.” She awkwardly said, fiddling with her hair, a nervous habit she’s had for a while.

I stared at her in awe, amazed by her kindness towards me.

“Is that okay?”

“Y-Yes, I’d be okay with that. I mean, if that’s what you want to do!” I was sputtering like a flustered school girl, making who I originally felt about myself go down farther than it was.

“Yeah, as long as we aren’t going to fast into this... it’s just easier for everyone if we tried to make it work.”

I approached her slowly and cautiously, not wanting to startle her. When I realized it was fine to get close, I kneeled down in front of her, placing a finger under her chin so she was looking at me.

“Are you comfortable with this? Staying with me and being my girlfriend even if you don’t remember me?”

She tensed up slightly, showing slight discomfort. However, she quickly put a smile on her face and nodded. It hurt to see how much she didn’t trust me.

“It’s fine, it’ll be awkward but I already have my stuff at your apartment and all so...” she laughed awkwardly.

“Then... can I ask you something weird?”

She nodded her head, nervously unsure of what I was about to say. I didn’t blame her, I hadn’t been the most stable person tonight as far as she’s seen.

“Do you feel anything towards me right now? Just anything?”

Her body tensed up immediately, I pulled my hand from under her chin as she awkwardly stared at me. Her mouth was slightly agape and her eyes wide in shock.

“I... um... what do you mean?”

“Like, looking at me what do you feel?”

She fell quiet for a few seconds before timidly speaking up.

“I-I don’t really feel anything about you... Not like in a bad way!! But just... nothing major is jumping out at me.”

“Are you attracted to me?” I questioned, feeling that hope and confidence slipping away.

She turned away from me, unable to say what she wanted while looking at me.

“Not really... I know for a fact I should be, you seem like my type, but with you I just can’t be.” She admitted.

I stared at her shocked, sure when we first met she didn’t fall in love with me immediately but she admitted to being attracted to me at least. Why was it different now? If all he took was her memories, shouldn’t she feel the same way she did at first.

She tapped my shoulder, bringing my attention back to her. As I looked up at her, she apologetically looked down at me.

“I-I’m sorry that was a little too honest. I didn’t mean to hurt you again... I just felt like you needed the truth.”

“D-Don’t worry. I’m glad you told the truth.” I replied, standing up and giving her some more space. I headed to the door when her voice caught my attention.

“Wait-!” I turned to look at her. “If you want I can sleep on the couch tonight.”

My face fell, my hopes crushed by her words. “No, you take the bed, I’ll take the couch.” I walked out of the bathroom, walking down the hall way to Armins room, entering the room and shutting the door behind me.

Both boys were still packing Armin’s bags. His usually clean room was a mess, clothes and books all over the ground. I stumbled over the mess and laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Jean... you okay?” Armin voice asked, as he peered down onto me.

“Totally. Today has been amazing. Perfect.” I bluntly said.

Armin crosses his arms and sighed, not appreciating my sarcasm.

“Did something else happen?”

“Mikasa slapped me and told me not to be an idiot, (Y/n) came to me and said she wants to try being with me even though it feels weird and she apparently feels nothing towards me.”

“Jeez... it’s been a long 15 mins hasn’t it. So what, your going to take her home and live like nothing happened?” Eren pipped in.

“I don’t fucking know, I’m way too stressed now to process this. How has my life become such a shit show?” I began tugging at my hair, frustrated with everything happening.

I felt a pressure next to me, who I assumed was Armin. He swatted my hand out of my hair, stopping me from pulling most of my hair out.

“Come on, we can figure something out.”

“But what if we can’t? What if we aren’t able to fix this?”

“Then you have to make her like you again, it couldn’t have been that hard for you the first time.” Eren added, trying his best to help.

“Everyone keeps saying that, but what if I can’t?” I yelled out.

Armin and Eren didn’t say anything immediately, awkwardly exchanging glances with each other. Armin put a hand on my shoulder.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she said she isn’t attracted to me!!”

“Sure, but that could change with time. I mean, relationships take some time.”

“No, you dont understand. When me and (Y/n) first she was attracted to me, she thought I was at least good looking. But currently? She doesn’t even feel that. She said I should be her type but for some reason she doesn’t feel anything.”

Both boys looked at each other, exchanging a worried glance before turning back to jean.

“So what are you thinking....?” Eren trailed off,

“What if her memories isn’t the only thing that shit head took from her?”

I knew I sounded like a conspiracy theorist, all that I was missing was the aluminum hat at this point. But I felt something was wrong. Everything that was going on felt so wrong and weird.

Armin and Eren stared off at me for a few seconds before responding.

“That sounds ridiculous, besides wouldn’t he have had to tell her what she was agreeing to? They may be monsters, but they do have a morals.” Eren said.

“I don’t know, Reiner is a tricky demon. He manipulates situations and always has a few tricks up his sleeves.” Armin, threw some more clothes into his duffel bag, zipping it up as he continued his thought. “I do think what you are saying has some truth to it. It’s be too easy for you to live with her memories just being taken, you can just make new ones then.”

I firmly nodded to Armin, happy that I didn’t seem like a raging lunatic. Sitting up, I turned to armin, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I know this may not mean a lot to you, but she’s my entire world and I just... I need to try anything and everything to help her. I really owe you for this. It means a lot.”

“Jean, trust me, I would do anything to help you both. I really don’t mind going with Ymir either. Sure, Hell isnt the most dreamy vacation spot, but it has some really interesting research I’ve been dying to read.” Armin smiled up at me, his bright smile lighting more hope inside of me.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, not to ruin your moment, but how are we going to tell the others what we are doing?” Eren obnoxiously butted in.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean, they are definitely going to notice Armin is missing later, so how are we going to tell them what we are doing?”

Shit, I hadn’t thought of that yet. It was time for me to bullshit my way through this.

“You see, we aren’t going to tell them.” I started, letting the words just fall out my mouth.

Eren gave me a perplexed look, clearly unimpressed by my idea.

“No, no listen, if any of them find out they could screw this up. Mikasa would shut this down immediately, she’s too strict about this kind of stuff.”

“Yeah, what about Sasha or Connie? What can’t they know?” Eren challenged me.

“Sasha and Connie have too big of mouths, they can’t keep a secret to save their lives.”

Eren just sighed and gave up, accepting my bullshit response. Surprisingly it worked better than I expected.

As we were focused in on helping Armin pack, a knock came on the door, startling us. The door opened and a bored looking Historia walked in. She looked up at Armin, raising an eyebrow at him. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I think I have everything packed.”

Historia just nodded, shutting the door behind her and locking it. We all gathered around her as she prepared to summon Ymir. She pulled her pendant out and repeated the chant she had used early. Like before, the seal on the floor appeared and Ymir materialized in front of us, looking as unimpressed as usual. Once everything calmed down, Ymir moved in front of Armin, staring down at him.

“Got what you need, coconut?” 

“Yeah, I just have a few bags so I hope thats enough.” Armin nervously replied.

“Aight, let’s get this show on the road. Best not to waste any more time.”

Eren walked up behind Armin, giving him a quick hug good bye and whispering something into his ear. I gave him a pat on the back, not being the overly huggy person despite what earlier may have made you believe.

Ymir picked up two of Armin’s bags, getting ready to make the jump back to Hell. She was just watching Armin as he said his goodbyes to Eren, seemingly annoyed at how long he was taking. Armin didn’t take long to finish up, picking up his other two bags and making his way next to Ymir. 

Ymir started focusing on opening the portal, the familiar red seal reappearing on the ground under them. Ymir blew a kiss to Historia before both of them became enveloped by the seal and disappearing from the room. 

Eren, Historia, and I shot each other a look before dispersing around the apartment. As I made my way towards the living room, (Y/n) approached me, her cautious attitude towards me making my heart burn. She nervously looked around the room, focusing on anything and everything that wasn’t me. 

“H-Hey, Jean... Could be go back home? It’s getting really late and um... I’m pretty tired.” The way she awkwardly stumbled over her words as she talked to me hurt even more, it felt like we were complete strangers now. I pushed that thought out of my mind, trying my best to remain calm.

“Yeah, just give me a second to get my stuff together and we can head back.” 

As she walked away from me, I began packing my stuff up, grabbing my jacket and keys. I made my way to the door way of the apartment, announcing to everyone I was making my way out. (Y/n) quickly followed behind me, waving good bye to the rest of our friends. 

As we made it through the halls of the apartment and outside, it was clear (Y/n) was trying her best to make things less awkward. I felt her hand nervously reach for mine, attempting to act as if we were a couple. I was happy to accept it, threading our fingers together like we always had done. It felt so right but yet so weird. I peered down at her form, observing her every movement. She kept nervously biting her lip, it was clear she was uncomfortable with doing this. 

I sighed and released her hand from mine, missing the feeling of her soft hand against mine almost immediately. She stared up at me, perplexed at why I had done that.

“Listen, don’t force yourself if you aren’t comfortable with this stuff.” She flinched at my words, scared that I may have another tantrum again. I couldn’t blame her, all I had been tonight was an absolute prick towards her.

“Sorry, I just thought it would make you feel better.” 

“Don’t apologize, I appreciate the thought. I just don’t want you to do this stuff because you think it’ll make me happy.” I carefully explained, trying my best not to upset her anymore. She just nodded, keeping her gaze on the sidewalk in front of her. 

The rest of the walk home was quiet, despite the occasional word or two. As we arrived at our apartment and i pulled my key out, I realized how weird this truly was going to be. I just hoped I would be able to keep my temper under control until we figured something out.

[michaeljordy]

I’m bored. So here’s a fun image.

[michaeljordy]

BONZAI!!!

Another request done.

This is what a pool party would look like with the AOT characters..and...Another drink of a generation...Koolaid. Pepsi, you still have a special place in my heart, but err new king in town.

[levijean-s]

Left to Right. College AU. (1) (2) (3)

[levijean-s]

These have been sitting in the drafts for 1-2 years?? Idek anymore. I made them basing it off of some college AU, I don’t remember. There are more but I’m putting them in separate posts. I hope y’all enjoy this?! — Brey

Left to Right. College AU. (1) (2) (3)

Bonus under the cut

[invaderzia1]

Unexpected Coincidences (Jean Kirschstein x Fem!Reader) (Modern Au)

This is for you anon, thank you for lighting my life with that ask. And yes my OTP is me and Jean fight me.

“Wait, is that a tattoo?”

“Shit”, she cursed under her breath, embarrrassed as someone noticed the ink peaking out from her shorts.

Once it had been stated however, the group began to surround her, curious as to this new development.

“Holy fuck, (Y/n), is that a dick?”

“How long have you had that?”

“It’s so fucking bad, please tell me you didn’t pay for it.”

Everyone’s questions and comments were clearly too much for the girl, especially with Sasha having her hand on her shorts, pulling them high enough to show the tattoo. Everyone was looking at the poor tattoo with a curious look, even Mikasa couldn’t help but join in. Yes, right on the girls thigh was a poorly done dickbutt, permanently engraved on her skin.

“How the fuck did you get that?” Connie asked, staring up at her with the dumbest smile on his face.

“I-I don’t remember, I got drunk at one of Eren’s parties and woke up with it the next morning...” the girl told, pushing Sasha’s hand off her shorts and pulling them over it.

Everyone then turned to Eren, who sheepishly looked away from the crowd.

“Eren, did you...” armin trailed off, embarrassed at having to ask such a crazy question.

Before eren could respond, Mikasa approached. Her gaze was sharp and menacing, scaring not only the boy but everyone else.

“Was this your doing?” Mikasa asked.

“Possibly...” Eren replied, defensively shrinking in on himself.

Majority of the group was near tears from laughing at the situation at hand, mostly Connie and Ymir who may need an ambulance soon. How could they not find this hilarious?

As Eren faced his punishment from Mikasa, who was dragging him away from the group, the rest of the group began to calm down. That’s when (Y/n) felt herself being pulled away from the group, by a mysterious person. Once they made it into the bathroom, she came face to face with Jean, the one who had started this whole situation by noticing said ink.

Jean’s face was unusually nervous, weird for the situation where he’d probably be laughing at her situation. However, instead he couldn’t look her in the eyes and had a light blush on his cheeks.

“Jean, why are we in the bathroom?” The girl asked, confused at being dragged away.

“I just needed some time away from the group, you know.” Jean awkwardly replied, sweat forming on his brow.

“With me?”

“The more the merrier.”

Jean was usually more blunt and honest than this, not one to stumble around his words or dance around his intentions. (Y/n) decided to wait it out, hoping he would get to it soon.

“So... you don’t remember Eren’s party that night?” Jean finally asked.

“I was black out drunk, I have no recollection of anything past Reiner jumping into their pool.” She stated. “Why are you asking, Jean? Do you know something?”

Jean awkwardly fidgeted in place, before reaching for his belt. He must’ve sensed how freaked out the other girl was as he stopped and held up a hand defensively in front of him.

“This is going to look bad, but just don’t freak out. Okay?”

All the other could do was nod, albeit freightend by these actions but deciding to trust Jean.

Jean began removing his belt, then unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. The boy now was stood in front of her, his pants down by his knees exposing his tight black boxers, which gave her a nice outline of hi-THIS IS NOT THAT TYPE OF FIC.

Confused, the girl looked up at him, unsure as to why he was near exposing himself to her. Jean’s face was a much brighter shade of red now, his hand covering his mouth to try and hide it. His other hand began to make its way to his right thigh, where the boxer cuts off. His hand shook as he slowly pulled it up, exposing a very similar image to her.

“No fuckin way...” she muttered, moving closer to his thigh to get a better view.

On his pasty white thighs, surrounded by some hazel leg hair was black ink. The design was the same crude, immature doodle as hers, just on the opposite leg. (Y/n) moved to pull her shorts up higher, comparing the workmanship of both of them. Yep, they were clearly both done by the same person, albeit someone with little experience with tattooing someone.

Staring back up at Jean, (Y/n)’s thoughts went wild. Sure, she was happy to have a little more of an understand as to what happened, but on the other hand did it have to be like this? Did she have to have matching tattoos with her crush? And of dickbutt???

“I have some memories of that night... more than you I think.” Jean started, awkwardly pulling his pants up and fixing his belt.

“You do?” She exclaimed, a bit too excited than Jean expected.

“Yeah... you got really fucking shit faced, I mean REALLY shit faced. Well, you started dancing on me and ehhmm,” Jean coughed awkwardly, pulling his gaze away from her, “trying to make out with me.”

The girl was now bright red, embarrassed by drunken her’s confidence.

“I-I did?”

“It was kinda nice, though I was pretty drunk too. But, you noticed Eren had this tattoo gun and decided to ask him to try it on you... well, more like US. You convinced me to get a matching tattoo for some reason. Eren said sure and then he started tattooing you. Then he tattooed me.” Jean explained, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

Horrified is the way to describe the look on (h/c) haired girls face currently. Not only did she drunkenly get some dumb shit tattooed on her, she dragged her friend and crush with her.

“Jean, I’m so sorry... I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t apologize for it. Sure it’s pretty dumb, but it’s not the worst thing.” Jean said, trying to ease the other.

“Did I say anything about why I wanted to do this?”

Jean froze up a little, clearly embarrassed by what ever memory he had of the event.

“You were mumbling a lot, but you mentioned how it would be like one of those dumb couple things, like matching tattoos to remind us of each other.... most of it was pretty incoherent since you were pretty drunk.” Jean explained.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me...” she muttered.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. You were pretty drunk and it probably meant nothing...” Jean trailed off, seemingly trying to make her feel better.

When (Y/n) didn’t respond immediately, instead looking to the side away from Jean, the boy began to worry.

“Right?”

Still no response from the girl, instead she seemed to look even more awkward.

“(Y-Y/n)... do you...?” Jean didn’t get his thought out there, unable to get the words out there.

It was obvious to Jean that he hit the mark, as her body language gave her away immediately. Jean put his hands on her shoulders, staring down at the girls face. This caught her attention immediately as her head snapped to look at him.

“You like me?” Jean questioned again.

“so what if I do?” She mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear.

Jean’s eyes widened slightly, shocked to hear that she liked him.

“So... all that at the party wasn’t just for nothing...”

“Of course not, drunk me is a fucking confident piece of shit.” She yelled, clearly annoyed at the pestering.

Just after she finished her thought, Jean’s lips smashed against hers, his arms snaking around her waist to pull her close. After the shocked died down, (Y/n) found herself kissing back, her arms wrapping around Jean and clawing at his back. This kiss was ferocious, clearly two people who want each other. Jean pulled away to catch his breathe, giving the other time to question him.

“What was that all about?” She asked, smirking up at him.

“I have been wanting to do that for fucking months now, it’s fucking torture watching you after all that shit at Erens party.” Jean rasped, his voice huskier from making out.

“Then why didn’t you tell me sooner?” She asked, bringing a hand up to weave through his hair.

“Yeah, sure. Let me just go up to you and say ‘hey I know you were too piss drunk remember but that dick butt tattoo? Yeah I have one too.’ I would’ve sounded insane.”

The girl couldn’t help but roll her eyes, finding Jean being over dramatic about that whole situation. She brought herself back to continue their lip lock, with Jean pushing her up against the wall.

A loud banging brought them out of their thoughts, which was soon followed by Eren’s screams. Maybe they should go help the poor boy out. Maybe in a few more minute though.