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୨★✧.*party 4 u ✧★.*୧

Jean Kirstein x Reader, one shot

★ recreational drug use, angst, fluff, post break up, kissing, ex boyfriend, insecurity and anxiety, no smut

Ik the song is trending but when I tell you it's been a fave with me forever.. this WIP has sat with me for a while, and I changed my mind with a lot of it but hopefully u all still like it! (If I had a nickel for every Jean fic I wrote inspired by a charlixcx song, lol) Who said you can't make corny songfic in 2025??

┈➤here's the ao3 link or read under the cut :)

Jean thought you were the most beautiful he’d ever seen.

Silver confetti fluttered around you, the echoes of the crowd and thudding bass were overwhelming. You felt weightless and free as you danced in the darkness. The strobe lights made you see spots, highlighting the smoke that spun into the air, and for the briefest moment, everything was fine.

You couldn’t believe you almost didn’t come.

Hitch barely managed to persuade you to skip your 8 am tomorrow, just so you could all get fucked up tonight.

You took an Uber so none of the group would have to drive from the pregame near campus to Jean Kirschtein’s obnoxiously large house in the country.

You and Jean had a complicated history—Hitch and Annie didn’t know, because you hated the drama of it all.

All your freshman year at Paradis State, you were inseparable in puppy love, and so unprepared for the consequences of it. You weren’t the best at expressing your feelings and boundaries, and Jean was eager to please you. It should have worked better, and you tried not to linger on that fact. He was breathtakingly handsome and had lots of friends, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that you eventually just stopped seeing each other.

Well, you stopped seeing him.

You practically ghosted Jean when you found out about his weird feelings about Mikasa. You couldn’t unsee his crush whenever he was around her, and it killed you. You weren’t even angry with her for it, since Mikasa was happily infatuated with Eren, though you wished you could tell her plainly that you harbored nothing against her for it.

You were young and emotional, and let your hurt get the better of you. It didn’t make any sense, and you didn’t even give Jean a chance to explain himself, ever.

The aftermath was awkward considering how many mutual friends you had, so you just avoided him entirely. You started going to clubs in the next town over instead of bars and parties around campus, and you were content with the new friends you made in Annie and Hitch, despite their connections looping back to the same place.

You supposed for as long as you lived in Trost, everyone you knew would lead you back to Jean. He was a good guy. You kind of freaked out, and got too embarrassed and proud to go back to him and apologize.

“C’mon man, are you gonna try to enjoy yourself?” Connie gave him a light punch on the shoulder.

“I am,” Jean said, irritated, and glanced outside again. “Are you sure she’s coming?”

He had spent the first hour of the evening hovering by the windows. They were tall and wide, so he would have seen you perfectly from the other end of the room, but as soon as he heard that you were coming, he was a wreck.

He insisted on picking out the decorations instead of letting Sasha take the lead, like she usually did. He couldn’t help himself from the excitement that blossomed in his chest at the idea of seeing you, really seeing you.

As the others around him began pregaming, Jean really drank.

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he couldn’t help it. His heart raced all evening, resounding all his longing, begging, willing you through that door. Come to my party. Come to my party.

Jean felt like he was always catching glimpses of you, and no matter how hard he tried to move on, the way you seemed to, there was always a remaining trace of bitterness. You were barely there, yet not close enough for him to properly ignore the way you made him feel.

It was years ago, and should mean nothing. It meant nothing.

“Look man,” Connie put his hand on Jean’s shoulder, his breath fanning the scent of beer over to his friend. “Just relax! Either y’talk to her, or you don’t. I don’t think you should waste your night being emo about it. Make a decision. Do something instead of moping around.”

Jean shoved his hand away, a little harsher than he intended to. He couldn’t gauge his own strength—or temper–when he got drunk like this.

“Yeah, I know.”

By the time you arrived at the sizable mansion, up a long winding driveway lined with trees, you were so high, you didn’t give Jean a second thought.

You walked in with the girls, immediately enamored with the superfluous decorations, the colorful, ambient lighting, and the blasting music. Balloons hung from the ceiling and littered the floor, and it seemed like over a hundred people were crammed into every crevice of the house.

“What the hell is this party for again?” You yelled to Hitch, despite her face only being a few inches from yours. Her eyes were hazy and distant, as she’d shared some molly with you earlier, the dose she took was far more.

“Uhh, I think Jean said he just needed a pick me up for the new semester,” she shouted back and slipped her sunglasses over her eyes. “I think it’s pretty.”

“I’m getting jungle juice,” Annie said boredly. She’d taken more shots than any of you, and remained composed like it was nothing. “Come with?”

Hitch nodded.

“Y/n? You rolling?”

“Not yet. I’ll catch up with you in a bit,” you shook your head and gave them an encouraging smile.

“Fine, but if I leave here alone, I’m killing you both,” she stuck her tongue out at you playfully, and gripped Annie’s arm as they went off.

You smiled and decided to occupy yourself by weaving through the crowd, people watching.

There were people taking shots, legs in tall boots and short skirts, groups smoking cigs and rolling up by the staircase. A throng of people surrounded the DJ on the raised platform by the living room.

Your senses were pleasantly heightened, you felt warm and light. The mixture of drugs kept you at ease, though a part of you ached, and seemed to search for a certain familiar face.

You pushed away the thought and made your way across the floor.

You saw Historia posing as her girlfriend took photos of her, the flash briefly blinding you as you stumbled past. You waved at Connie and Sasha, the former shotgunning a beer as his friend timed him. It was always nice seeing them.

“Hey Y/n!”

You turned to find a buzzed, cheerful Marco, with a solo cup in hand, and he leaned in for a hug.

“Hey!” You said, surprised, and squeezed him tight.

You liked Marco a lot, and despite being Jean’s best friend, he was one of the kindest people to you throughout the past few years.

“I’m great, did you just get here?” He asked.

“Yeah. Looks like you guys went all out,” you grinned and gestured at the crowded room. If it wasn’t silver or gold, it was sparkling or glowing.

“It was all Jean’s idea,” Marco rubbed the back of his neck, stumbling over his words. “I dunno. He’s uh– excited. Probably on a second bottle by now.”

“Oh,” your eyebrows betrayed your concern. “Um, is he alright?”

“It doesn’t seem fair to… sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Marco was pink from the alcohol, and seemed to turn a little redder. “You should enjoy yourself!”

“Well, where is he?” Were you beyond being subtle about this?

The temptation was killing you. Was Marco trying to say that Jean wanted to talk to you? Why else would he suggest it?

“Um, outside, I think,” he gave you an apologetic smile. “Really, he’ll be okay. You should enjoy your night. He sent me away to enjoy mine.”

You swallowed and watched him disappear into the crowd.

You were fucking out of it. Maybe any mistakes you made tonight could be reasonably excused. Besides, you were friends with Jean long before you fucked things up.

You made your way through the sea of people and to the back door, an angelic synth swimming in your ears.

You stepped outside, and shivered from the biting February breeze.

The pool shone blue in the night, casting a glow that shimmered and shook with the water. It was quieter in the backyard, the thudding music and chatter was muffled and seemed worlds away.

You braced yourself to see Jean around the corner, or on a chair, but you were completely alone.

Your head was pounding from the powerful speakers. You took a deep, shuddering breath, allowing yourself to feel. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten so fucked up, knowing that Jean would be here. You kind of walked into this. Yet, you think you might’ve felt the same sober. That was sadder. At least with this, you could blame it on the drugs.

Fuck. You couldn’t let yourself spiral and lose it. You felt like shit ruining girl’s nights like this, even if Hitch and Annie were preoccupied elsewhere.

You sank to your knees by the pool, and took off your heels. You dipped your feet in the water, grateful for the cold, tranquil distraction. You closed your eyes, and took deep breaths. With the muffled crowd and the occasional car passing in the street, the moment felt a little more real.

Jean was always good at helping you calm down. When you managed to convey the times you were overwhelmed, he was a saint, rubbing your back and keeping you hydrated when you got too high or anxious.

Tears leaked down your face before you could stop them. You didn’t want to ruin your makeup, after using so much glitter, but your cheeks were wet and your vision blurred. You hadn’t thought about this, or him, in years.

Did you overreact? You let your jealousy get to the better of you. God, you sucked. Maybe you should have stayed home. Maybe it’s just been too long, or you were high, and lonely, but the idea of Jean holding you close now made your heart ache.

You heard the back door slide open, spilling more heavenly electronic music into the air until it shut again.

“Hey.” A familiar voice called your name, nearly cracking.

“Hey,” you said, hastily wiping your face, staring straight ahead at the water. “Are you alright?”

“I think I should be asking you,” Jean slurred and sat down on the pavement. He had a bottle in his hand, and wore a button down with the sleeves rolled up, his hair tousled and sticking slightly to his forehead from sweat. His legs were crossed, and he leaned down while he spoke, his posture ruined in favor of staying at your eye level. “I di–um..” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Seemed like fun,” you laughed, despite the salty taste in your mouth. “It’s all beautiful, Jean. You always throw one hell of a party.”

His eyes were pained, and it sent a stabbing sensation to your chest.

“Thanks.” He seemed very tempted to say more, but instead took a swig and passed you the bottle.

“No I’m good, I’m rolling,” you pushed it back to him.

“Oh,” he said, surprised. “Any.. particular occasion?”

You shrugged.

“Hitch offered.” You tried not to read too much into his question. You rolled very rarely—partying was always magnified by a little molly every now and then. You likely flattered yourself too much as you wondered if he was thinking you came out tonight to fuck someone, with its reputation as a sex drug.

“Sounds fun,” he said, jaw tight. “So… why are you out here?”

“Marco kind of sent me,” you laughed. “Obviously, I was too late. Thought you’d be somewhere else by now, and the pool’s nice.”

“Well, here I am,” he said bitterly. He swept a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his eyes and ruining the near-perfect coif. You liked it better that way, messy and long, you didn’t think the perfectly combed look really fit him.

“How–how are you?” You said lightly. His lashes framed his sad eyes, brushing his cheek with every blink.

“Second semester always sucks,” he shrugged and took another swig. “Thought something extravagant would lighten everyone’s spirits.”

“Yeah,” you exhaled and laughed nervously. You were chewing your lip as you kicked your leg gently against the water, watching the small droplets flick away from you. “I think it was a great idea. And it’s stunning– inside, by the way. It’s gorgeous.”

There was a trace of a smile on his lips from your compliment. He couldn’t make himself say that it was really all for you.

Your features were glowing from the light refracting off of the pool, your short dress rode up your thighs, and Jean couldn’t help but stare. He wondered if you sensed it too, the tension—not from the awful history, or the unsaid professions, but the near tangible desire.

“I’m glad you made it,” he said softly. “It’s really nice to see you.”

“Of course,” you said quickly. You averted your eyes, your hands in your lap.

The drugs were heightening all your emotions, and all your senses—the tinge of chlorine in the air, mixing with Jean’s familiar scent, the faint thudding of music from inside the house, the cool water against your skin.

“Um,” your breath was shaky, your hands clenched into fists. “I’m sorry, by the way. A-about freshman year.” You nearly choked on the words as they bubbled out of you. “It’s—I was really dumb and jealous. You’re a great guy, Jean. You’re an amazing, sweet, romantic son of a bitch. You deserve the world.”

You tried not to stare, but it wasn’t like he was returning the favor. You were both shamelessly memorizing each other's features, a mingling of fear, apprehension, and desperation. You felt so wretched, to pretend like he was someone you never loved.

“Do you wanna dance?” Jean said pathetically. It was all he could manage, despite everything he wanted to say.

You blushed and tried not to smile too hard. That was more than enough for you.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

You ignored the tossing in your stomach as Jean held the door open, leaking sound and smoke into the air before sliding it shut.

It was a small, guilty pleasure, feeling him guide you through the mass of people, dancing, thrashing bodies and balloons.

You found a small opening, nearly thrown together from the crowd.

You spent the night with your arms at Jean’s shoulders, and his hands at your waist. The strobe lights nearly blinded you, but you couldn’t look away from him. The adoration in his eyes, the curve of his lips. Maybe he was thinking the same thing, that you were both ridiculous, cowardly idiots. Maybe you were just delusional.

You couldn’t stop yourself when you leaned into him, taking in his scent, yearning to feel his heartbeat, as if you were the only people in the room. It was like time stopped and everyone else faded away when he closed the space between you, his lips warm and rough and they met yours, finally reuniting after all the heartache.

Jean tasted like home. His hands roamed your body, through your hair, and you clung to him, kissing him and forsaking your breath. It all felt so good, so right.

“Oh my god,” Jean groaned, thrilled by the taste of you, the way you felt against him and in his hands. He tried to be gentler, but he was too excited by your shallow breaths, your impossibly soft skin, your moans urging him to be more and more indecent.

You nearly stumbled, getting shoulder checked from a nearby dancer, and your tall heels failing you. Jean’s grip at your waist was firm, and he led you to the corner and pinned you against the wall. He kissed you until you gasped for air.

“Uh, should we do something?” Sasha nudged Connie with her elbow as she spotted you both from a distance, making out passionately, for all to see.

“Are you kidding?” Connie snorted. “They need that shit. I’ll find them an empty closet myself.”

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fizziedoodle · 6 months ago

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imsryyimlate · 2 months ago

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one bed: i got chills

— an expansion of this post

❥ pairing: jean x f!reader

❥ sfw

❥ summary: jean gets nervous sharing a bed with you for the first time.

— @lamentationsofalonelypotato for romance bingo

“you nervous?” you asked.

“what, me?” jean asked defensively. “no! you’re my girlfriend, so this would happen eventually.”

you rolled your eyes. “jean, you were a shivering, nervous reck when you asked me out. when we were left alone in a room for three minutes, you started sweating.”

“that’s because your presence is intimidating!” he whined, crossing his arms.

“if you want, i’ll take the floor.” you offered.

“no!” he yelped, cutting you off. “it wouldn’t be fair - ”

“if you feel uncomfy sleeping in the same bed, it’s fine. i don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“you’re pressuring me already, babe!” jean groaned, running his hands through his hair.

“you’re impossible.” you huffed. you walked to the single bed in the motel room and patted the spot next to you. “c’mon, at least let me cuddle you to sleep.”

“you’re lucky i’m weak against cuddles.”

“you are so dramatic jean,” you murmured, kissing his hands. “this isn’t so bad, right?” as the two of you settled in, you curled up on your side while he tucked himself behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. you let out a happy sigh as he squeezed you just a little tighter.

jean buried his face in your hair, his voice barely above a whisper. “take it before I change my mind,” he muttered after he kissed the top of your head. “i insist.”

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xetlynn · 5 months ago

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Eren, Jean, Connie and Reiner x reader. Maybe it could be a get together turned reader getting a train ran on her. But If it’s too much I understand 🫢

Yes... and done! lol

AOT IMAGINES: Eren, Reiner, Jean, and Connie

Game Night!

⚠️WARNING🔞: SMUT!

[aot] [main page] Contains: Filthy smut, filthiest, m!reveiving oral, f!receiving oral, gangbang?, voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, anal, doggy, riding, facef@cking, just a whole lot.

“We have a game night going on tonight, you gonna join?” Eren sneaks up behind you, looping his fingers in your jeans to pull you toward him. “Mm, I don’t know I have lots of homework.” You lie, looking up at him with a small smirk. He scoffs, holding onto your waist. “Don’t leave me alone with them, I’m sure we’ll get to have our fun after…” His eyebrows wiggle up and down causing you to chuckle, shaking your head at his horniness.

Eren and you have been friends for four years, Jean introduced the two of you since they’ve been friends since middle school and now roommates in college. Ever since last year the two of you have been hooking up on and off. Never getting into something serious but also not messing around with anyone else even though you guys have full permission to do so.

“You’re an idiot but what time?” Pushing away from him to grab your backpack out of the backseat of your car. “Around 7, so you’re coming?” He secretly not so secretly checks you out while facing the other way and being bent over. Biting his lip to avoid saying something dirty.

“I guess I will be there. As long as you promise to give me something in return.” You sling your bag over your shoulder, giving him a sultry expression. “Oh I’ll give you something alright.” He pulls you into him by putting his arm around your neck and playfully kissing the top of your head.

“Okay, I’ll see you later, you freak.” Giving him a quick peck on the lips before hurrying away to your first class of the day.

•••

“You gonna fuck her tonight, while we’re all here?” Jean crosses his arms, annoyed that his friend has no decency. “Yeah, maybe we can even give you guys a show. If not, I know you’ll get just as excited with hearing her.” Eren rubs his hand down his torso, pretending to get himself off. The ash-brown haired boy sighs, rolling his eyes. “I should’ve never let you two meet if I knew this was going to become a thing.”

“I’m glad you did, actually.” Eren plops down on their couch, taking his phone out automatically seeing a text from the person they’re conversing about. “Yeah because you get your dick wet now.”

“Don’t sound too jealous, I’m sure I can share just say the word.” He winks just as Reiner and Connie enter the house with groceries. “What about sharing?” Connie raises a brow, curious.

“Nothing-” “[Name], he’s jealous because I get to dick her down every night.” Eren cracks himself up with his own words, texting you back at the same time. “Honestly, I get it.” Connie truthfully admits, throwing the bags down on the counter. “I don’t mean to be so crude but yeah, she’s pretty attractive.” Reiner chimes in with dusty red cheeks, sort of feeling guilty for talking about you in such a manner since he’s only met you a total of four times.

“See, and I bet you she’d be fine with it.” Eren shows a picture of you sucking his dick unprompted making Jean look away in disgust. “Dude, I don’t want to see your fucking penis.” He slaps his friend’s hand causing him to drop his phone. “Such a priss.” Eren snorts, picking his phone back up.

“When did you tell her to come over?” Reiner changes the subject while pulling out large bowls to put chips in them. “7 so like thirty minutes.” Eren answers, placing his legs on the coffee table. “Did you tell her to bring some friends?” Connie perks up as he asks the question. “No, I don’t need her squealing, obnoxious friends coming.” The long haired brunette scoffs.

“He’s only saying that because they don’t like him.” Jean smirks, going to the kitchen to help his friends with setting everything up. “They don’t like him?” Reiner raises a brow, not exactly surprised but just wondering what the reason was. “They caught us fucking one time and got envious since their boyfriends didn’t have a huge dick like me.” Eren partially lies. They did catch them fuck once but that was definitely not occasion.

“He got wasted and told [Name] he loved her then the next day acted like nothing happened.” Jean exposes the guy who’s jaw slacks open, not expecting to be called out. Connie and Reiner laugh. “I don’t understand why you don’t just date her.” Jean shrugs his shoulders, unaffected by the hit to his bicep. “It’s easier this way, no commitment.”

“Doesn’t it make it… more difficult?” Reiner comes and places the chip bowls down. Connie brings bottles of Corona still in the cardboard pack. “Nah, it’s easier. Trust.” Eren crosses his fingers before going back to texting you who was actually down the street already. Being earlier than told to be like you usually were.

He stands up, heading over to the door as the three finish getting stuff situated for the card games. Normally Armin and a few others would join but they had stuff to do so Eren insisted on inviting [Name] for one time.

Your black car pulls in a spot in the street since their driveway was packed with their four cars. You come out wearing a simple black skirt and dark green tank top with a black cardigan over it. It was casual but also night. It made Eren’s dick twitch in his pants knowing you could keep that skirt on during sex later. You give him a wave, locking your car behind you as you walk towards the house. He gives a wave back, whistling at you. “A skirt?” He mutters, tilting his head. You smile. “Easy access.” You whisper with a wink as you walk past him and into the house. He mumbles something under his breath, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, following behind.

“Hey guys!” You address everyone with a polite grin. “Hey, [Name].” Jean gets up to give you a hug. “Hii horse face.” You joke, squeezing him in the hug before letting go. “Nice to see you two again.” You go over to Connie and Reiner to give them hugs as well. “Thank you for having me!”

“It’s no problem, it’s nice to see you too.” Reiner pats your back gently. “Yeah, we love having you here.” Connie adds.

“Awe I love being here.” You sit on the couch with Eren and Jean, Connie plops down on the ground as Reiner grabs a chair from the mini dining room they have.

An hour into playing cards humanity and slight drinking. Not much, only having one corona each and not even finishing them. Eren begins to get antsy, his hand traveling all over your body. Not really being able to be discreet due to sitting on the couch you have to push his hand away.

After the sixth attempt of touching your inner thigh you stand up. “I’m going to get a water.” You announce, climbing over Eren and accidentally flashing Connie who was now laying on the ground. He didn’t mind one bit though.

“Get me one too.” Jean says leading a train of the other three wanting one as well. Eren takes this to his advantage and he joins you. To “help you get water bottles.”

As you're bent over in the fridge, have to dig around protein milks and other drinks to where the waters are in the back. “Man it’s like you’re trying to get fucked in front of my friends.” Eren comes up behind you, rubbing his clothed crotch against your ass. You get startled, hitting your head on the top of the fridge. “Ow!” You cry out, standing up to slap the boy who was laughing.

“Sorry, sorry, c’mere.” He kisses the back of your head holding your waist to keep you close against him. “Gosh you just want an excuse to touch me.” You whisper, pushing him away from you going back to the fridge and squatting down to quickly grab the five water bottles.

“We should just go to the bedroom now.” He turns you around, starting to attack your neck knowing it was a weak spot for you. Purposely making it extremely laborious for you to decline his righteous offer.

“I- no, we're hanging out with your friends Eren!” You meeped out, attempting to force him off of you. “We won’t mind.” A voice speaks from beside the both of you guys. Your heads shoot over to see Connie standing there, taking a swig of his beer. “I mean as long as we could join.” Connie teases, throwing his bottle into the trash then reaching over to grab his water. Your face heats up at his proposal even if it was only a joke it sort of turned you on at the thought.

You and Eren make eye contact and he sees your pupils dilate making him snicker. “If you’re up for it, let’s get the others. She seems soaked just by her facial expression to your little suggestion.” Eren grabs you by the waist. “Go to the room, get ready for me.” He whispers in your ear, not giving you the choice to argue with him.

Eren had always made jokes about letting his friends hit while he watched or you would even threaten fucking Jean just to piss him off. So you were beginning to actually get your hopes up.

As you scurried right to his room, knowing exactly where it is since he would sneak you in at night to have “sleepovers” that just turned into him fucking you for hours.

Reiner and Jean look confused on why you left in the middle of the game. Both standing up to talk to Eren and Connie who were heading back. “Is she okay?” Jean questions worriedly. “She seemed like she was in a rush.” Reiner mutters.

“Oh she’s perfect.” Eren throws water bottles at the two of them. Connie was practically beyond himself, not believing this was real. He was only joking because of the shit Eren was talking about earlier. “Why’d she- seriously? Right now?” Jean scrunches his face, not irritated that Eren chose now to fuck you.

“Wait, wait, listen to him Jean before you get all upset.” Connie puts his hands up then motions Eren to go ahead. Eren licks his teeth before speaking. “She wants us to fuck her. Together. Take turns, you know? Get your little wackers wet. Finally experience life as a man.” Eren begins to ramble, Reiner’s face turns red at his lewd choice of phrases. Jeans mouth opens, going to say something but nothing comes out. Connie laughs, jumping up and down while hitting his friends excitedly. “Are you serious?” Reiner blurts out.

“Mhm, I was there!” Connie says. “She’s getting ready for us right now.” Eren grabs his hair-tie from his wrist and puts his hair up messily. “Let’s not keep her waiting.” He leads his three roommates into his bedroom where you waited nervously on the edge of his bed.

Your cardigan is already discarded on his gaming chair. Not knowing what else to do with yourself while you sat there, impatient while also nervous. When the door opened you tensed up, standing up to see the four men walk in.

“Hey, pretty.” Eren goes over to you, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. “You want this, hm?” He double checks this is something you’re interested in. You nod your head shyly. “Remember what we talked about, babe?” He reminds you and you sigh. “Yes, I want it.”

“Good girl.” He kisses your jaw.

Reiner, Connie and Jean watched with dry mouths and erected cocks just begging to be free of their pants. You look over Eren and smile at them. “Well this isn’t a show, come on.” You reach your hand out and they instantly listen. Connie being the first one to connect his lips to yours. Reiner’s thick hands groping your waist and chest as Jean just made out with your neck. Eren stands back for a moment letting his friends enjoy his girl.

After they took turns manhandling you Eren pushed them off to strip you down quite quickly, not even giving you a chance to understand what was happening. Not even leaving any room for surprises.

“I need you to show them how you suck my dick. Give them a preview of what’s coming.” He takes you by your neck and you whimper in response before dropping to your knees. Your body shivered from the sudden coldness, your nipples hardening.

As you took Eren’s pants and boxers off for him he took his shirt off to expose his abs just the way you like it. His dick sprung up, hitting his lower stomach, your mouth watering at the sight. Pussy clenching around nothing, your thighs tightening together to soothe the ache.

In the corner of your eyes the three boys slowly got undressed, rubbing their own cocks while staring down at you. Observing your every move you make on Eren’s hard-on.

Your smaller hands grab onto him, giving it gentle kisses with your licked lips. His member fidgets with every first touch you’ve made. You look up to him with a smile before sticking your tongue out, flattening it when his member lays in his mouth. He lets out a fluttery groan.

“So perfect, angel.” He grabs ahold of your hair once your head starts to bob back and forth.

The smutty sounds of his dick hitting the back of your throat and the sultry sucks of your hollowed cheeks. Eren pets your hair, fixing it after he grabbed it. “Th-there we go, just like that.” He huffs out. He turns to the three who are bewildered. “Jean, come here.” He orders, Jean slowly does so, standing on the right side of you. “Take his dick in your hand, angel.”

You cooperate smoothly while swirling your tongue around Eren’s cock. Taking Jean’s member in hand, feeling it. He had similar size to Eren, maybe a little shorter but almost the same. You take Eren out of your mouth for a split second. “Spit in my hand.” You tell Jean who looks taken aback at first but does what he’s told.

You get back to blowing the long haired boy as you begin to pump Jean slowly. Speeding up pace when you get a little too focused on Eren. Your hand tightening. “Oh fuck.” Jean throws his head back in pleasure from the vulgar handjob.

“I’m getting close…” Eren takes your head with both hands and humps into your mouth, his dick now roughly thrusting in and out. “Take it, take it, make sure to swallow.” He whines deeply, his coarse words making your pussy even more drenched than it already was.

Eren shoves you further onto his cock, your nose touching his stomach as his seed fills down your throat. “Yeah, good girl, good girl.” He whispers, hearing your gags and moans. Your empty hand scraping down his thigh.

He roughly lets you go and you let out coughs, recuperating. Getting your breathing back to normal. Eren lifts your face up. “Open.” He orders. You do so, he moves your head around making sure there was nothing left in there. He spits in your mouth before kissing you.

“You’re a bit mean.” Connie chuckles darkly. “She likes it.” Eren pets your face. “Don’t you, angel?” He crouches down to your level and you nod your head. Your hand still held onto Jean but it wasn’t moving. Jean didn’t mind though. His head was already filled with ideas of what he wanted to do with you.

“Damn…” Connie murmurs.

“Take it away Jean.” Eren smacks his friends back. Jean wanted to hit him back but instead his focus turned to you. “Stand up, sweetheart.” He spoke nicer to you than Eren just was. You take his extended hand and he helps you up. “On the bed.” He motions.

You climb on the bed and sit on your needs, looking vulnerable but oh-so-gorgeous. Your lips plumped from Eren using your mouth so tastelessly. Your boobs on display for the whole room to see and your thighs are plump and soft-looking. “Lay back, I’m going to take care of you now.” Jean touches your shoulder and you adjust yourself. Putting pillows down where your head was going to lay so you could also watch what was going to happen to you.

“I want a little taste.” He smiles, his calloused hands pulling your legs apart. “Beautiful cunt, don’t you boys think?” Jean moves out of the way for Reiner and Connie to see. Eren even glances over Jean’s shoulder as if he doesn’t see it on the regular.

“Didn’t see you as a munch, horse boy.” You commentate, poking fun at your long time friend. “Yeah, yeah.” He kneels down, grabbing your hips and yanking you to the edge of the bed. You yelp at the unexpected action. He snickers. Jean kitten licks at your clit, toying with it up and down then side to side. You hum in response to it. He then sucks on it, keeping it between his lips. He earns a gasp from you. Feeding his ego.

“Oh my goodness.” Your leg goes over his shoulder as he embarks on a new set of pace with his tongue. Lapping up all of your juices, exploring every crevice of your delectable pussy.

“Shit, shit, that feels amazing.” You squeal, grabbing his hair with one hand and your other playing with your nipple. He pulls back for a singular moment to breathe it all in. “It tastes so sweet like candy.” He informs the two that watch. They were so invested in the scene before them that they weren’t even paying attention to their own cocks.

Jean attacks your nub once more, his face moving side to side giving even more friction to you. Your pussy talking back to him, the wetness squelching with his eating. “I think she needs more attention, huh?” Jean chuckles, entering a singular finger inside your hole. “Ha-hah, add another.” You breathily moan, bringing him closer with your calf up against the back of his head.

He does as you asked, his fingers pumping slowly in and out, matching what he did with his mouth. His fingers inspect your walls, curling to reach your g-spot. You jerk your hips up in response. “Are you getting close, angel?” Eren comes up next to you on the bed, rubbing his dick while watching your pornographic expression laid across your face. The scrunching of your nose indicating that you were about to reach your first orgasm of the night. “Mhm, ‘s so good, Eren.” You wail, chest heaving up and down. “Don’t tell me that, angel. Praise the one doing you.” He kisses your forehead.

“Jean, your doing fucking amazing.” You gritted out, tugging on his hair. “Mhm?” His voice vibrates onto your clit causing that chain reaction, your pussy walls pulsing and clenching down on his fingers as you squirt right into his mouth.

“Fuck!” You scream, rolling your pelvis down to ride out the wave. “God damn.” Reiner huffs shakily, not ready for his turn after that.

Once you let go of his hair Jean pulls back, his fingers leaving you empty. The three boys watch your little desperate hole gape, moving for absolutely nothing. “I need a sample real quick.” Connie flips you over without a warning and spreads your ass cheeks before he dives right into your already sensitive pussy. You let out a loud moan, your hand attempting to push his head back to no avail. His tongue and lips attacking your cunt like a mad-man who has never eaten before in his life.

“Oh my god!” You cry out, your face hiding in the sheets, teeth biting down on the pillow. He pulls back so he can go back in and motorboat himself between your ass. “Fucking hell.” Connie says. “I’m sorry Jean but I can’t wait anymore.” He says to his roommate who just puts his hands up in understanding. Not stopping Connie whatsoever.

The buzz-cut headed man spits down on his member, lathering it around with his hand.

“Sorry for this, [Name] I’m just too impatient.” He apologizes quietly, you go to turn your head but he pushes it back down with his hand and without notice his dick is fully sheathed into that tight hole of yours. Your walls ping in pain for only a small moment. It was already distracted by the malicious, supersonic thrusts, in and out of your cunt. His hand smacking down on your ass cheeks.

Eren grins at the sight, he knew you enjoyed taking it rough. Eren stands up, getting his phone from his pants pocket and then going over to you. “Say cheese, angel.” He cooed at you. You lift your head up with a fuck-out smile, Connie doing a rock-and-roll sign with one hand as the other was gripping your ass roughly, his tongue sticking out. Eren clicks the button a few times, getting different angles.

Your legs shake at the force of him pistoning in and out of you. Getting close once again just from Connie Springer fucking the absolute shit out fo you. “This pussy is ruining me.” He grunts, his thumb sliding down from your ass cheek to in between the other. Carefully maneuvering to your puckered other pink hole. “You like your asshole being toyed with? Ever stuck anything in here?” Connie asks as he slid his thumb around it. “No.” You shake your head. He smirks. “Glad I can be the first one.” He sticks it in with no remorse and your back stretches out. “Ho-holy fuck!” You scream out.

His thumb toys around your asshole, not going too deep but enough to know he’s there. You arch back down, wiggling closer to him as your tummy tightenings. “Gonna cum…” You mutter. “Really? You going to cum because of this dick?” Connie begins to repeatedly hit the back of your pussy, over and over again. “Mhm, go-gonna cum all over that dick, you dick!”

“I’m a slut for this cock.” You huff. “A slut, huh?” He furrows his brows, slapping down on your ass another time. “Yeah a dirty fucking slut.” You answer him.

“Yeah you are.” He laughs as your body begins to jerk and jolt. Waves of pleasure hitting you all at once and you let go. Your pussy creaming all over his dick along with squirt spraying out making a huge mess on the sheets with no one to catch it this time. “Gonna cum.” Connie lets you go, pushing you forward to take his dick out. His hand jerking it off really fast. His noises get stuck in his throat as he cums on your reddened ass cheeks.

You lay there quietly, catching your breath after your second orgasm. Eren takes a picture of your cum sprayed ass, your own liquids dripping down your thighs along with the messied sheets all in frame. He lifts you up by your hair and shows you the picture. “Send me that.” You tiredly say. “Of course.” He snorts.

“Who do you want next, angel? Jean or Reiner?” Eren quizzes you after wiping your ass with his cum rag that he had laying next to the bed already washed for tonight. “Both.” You lift yourself up, wagging your finger for the boys to get on the bed. Your face was a mess, tears stained cheeks, the little makeup you had on practically gone.

You had laid Reiner down on the bed and had Jean stay at the edge of the bed. “Be patient.” Was all you said to him before you climbed on the dirty-blonde who was being super quiet. “Nice seeing you.” You say, reminding him of when you first entered the house. His face flushes. “You too.”

You giggle, you stand on your toes as you squat all the way down. Looking down at his dick it was girthier than all the other guys. Nice size as well. You bite your bottom lip, excited.

“Hold it up for me, handsome.” You tell him, his hand slowly goes to the base of his cock, standing it straight up for you.

You hold onto his chest with both hands as you leveled yourself down on him. Aggravatingly slow until it filled you all the way. You fixed your footing before you bounced up and down. Still holding onto his pecs to keep yourself balanced. “Thick, thick dick.” You moaned out, your skin clapping each time you bounced down onto his thighs. “Tight pussy.” He grunts in response, slapping your ass. “Mhm, you think so?” You ask, it almost sounded sincere. “So perfect.” He whimpers.

His hands go to your waist to help you keep going. You were rotating your hips perfectly but Reiner needed more. He enjoyed watching your perfect tits moving like water in front of his face but he had to fuck you.

Reiner plants his feet down on the bed, thrusting his hips up causing you to fall forward on him. “Sorry, you were going too slow.” He holds you close with an arm over your waist, rutting his hips up into you. “It-it’s oka-ay!” You assure him, your legs drop letting him do all of the work now. “Hah- fuck!” You held onto him by his neck as he fucked you. Your face hiding in his chest.

Eren takes another picture from where Jean was. “Get in there man.” Eren points to your ass. “She’s an anal virgin, perfect for you.” He winks. Jean’s cheeks turn pink from his friend's filthy mouth.

Eren and you both lied, he’s been in your ass before, but you guys both knew they would enjoy hearing that you never did it. Reiner notices what Jean was about to do so he slowed down, letting you lean slightly back up. Jean comes up behind after making sure his dick was lathered with a mixture of his pre-cum and spit. He takes some of your own cum that was on Reiners dick and adds it to his own.

Reiner stops but keeps you on his chest as Jean slowly enters your asshole. You let out a cry, gripping even tighter onto the blond. “You okay?” Jean stops just right past his tip. “Keep going, keep going.” You encourage him.

He thrusts forward until he bottoms out. Reiner felt Jean's dick on the other side when he began to move. You practically felt them rubbing up on another inside you. Connie joins you three on the bed, standing over you to get an even better view. Eren as the pro-photography he was becoming takes a few more photos from different angles as you get fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time.

You notice Connie and you grab onto his thigh. “C’mere.” You pull him close and he puts his leg on the other side of Reiner so he is right in front of you now.

“Fuck my throat.” You crudely tell him. Connie smirks, taking your head with one hand, sliding his dick into your mouth. “Give me the phone Eren.” Connie reaches out and the brunette hands it over. Connie takes a video of himself facefucking you as you yourself get fucked.

Eren does a peace sign in the background, rubbing his cock with his other hand.

+Extra+

The four boys were in the kitchen as you were sound asleep in the room after being cleaned up. “That was insane.” Jean takes a drink of water. Reiner nodded in agreement. “I told you man, she’s something else.” Eren laughs, leaning against the counter.

“She really knows how to take dick. I would’ve never guessed it either.” Connie talks to himself as he watches the video he took. “You were hiding that from us for too long.” The bald-headed boy hands the phone back to its owner. “Well I had to do a build up somehow. Didn’t even know what you were missing.” Eren grins proudly.

“Wife her up.” Jean points a finger in his friend's chest. “Yeah because now that I know that exists… I might have to steal her away.” Connie puts his hands up defensively before leaving the kitchen.

“Hate to agree.” Reiner chuckles.

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This took me... 4 hours to make? Smut takes me a very long time... I hope it was good though omg. Second time making a smut imagine:0

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jaegersolstice · 8 months ago

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in the low-light of the morning, jean sketches you, messy-haired, soft breathed, and shut eyed.

he folds them and keeps them in his wallet, so when he goes to classes or work and misses you, he stares at the photos, thumb slightly brushing over your sleeping face.

when you catch a glance at them, gushing over his skills, he blushes but always scoffs.

“they’ll never live up to your beauty.”

#aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirsten x reader #jean kirschtein fanfiction #jean kirstein fluff #jean kirsten smut #eren jaeger #eren jaeger headcanons #eren jaeger x reader

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ramonathinks · 1 year ago

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THE GAME | eren x reader, connie x reader, jean x reader, armin x reader, reiner x reader [repost]

Summary: what are you supposed to do when your boyfriend promised his teammates that they could have some fun if they win the championship?

18+, (minors/ageless or blank blogs dni or instant block!) WARNINGS/TAGS INCLUDE: black coded reader, 69, oral, nipple sucking, cum eating, 6some (???), male masturbation, squirting, breeding, dirty talk, nipple play, kissing, handjobs, titjobs, fingering, humping/dry humping, choking, facefucking, pussy spanking, finger sucking, pet names, praise, degradation, hair pulling, teabagging, overstimulation, ball stimulation, snowballing

The final seconds had your heart pounding. Tied and neck to neck the entire game had you almost nauseated. Eren had promised a surprise for you when they won, so sitting there the entire night and biting your nails was all that you could do.

So the touchdown had you jumping up from your seat and running into the field. It wasn’t a surprise but you couldn’t contain yourself. He always kept up with his promises but this one was different, you could feel it.

“Baby!” You shouted and with his helmet barely off he did a lopsided grin and ushered you his way, picking you up with ease. “Oh my gosh, your plays were brilliant! I knew you’d do it.”

He smiled and wiped some of the sweat off of his face before he huffed, “I did it all for you. Couldn’t have embarrassed you now could I?” He winked, putting you down and entwining your fingers together.

“Yeah, of course. We’re gonna celebrate the win now, huh?” He raised his eyebrows a bit before he blinked a few times.

“Uh yeah baby. I just need to talk to you about a few things, okay?” You watched his teammates walking back into the locker room, all of them excited and even giving Eren some thumb-up’s you noticed.

“Mhm.” You folded your arms against your chest. “This tells me I’m gonna be pissed.”

“No, no, no…” He scratched the back of his neck. “Well…” He sucked in his teeth. “Just bare with me. Listen okay?”

So you did. You listened to this surprise he planned for you and the promise he planned for his teammates.

“Are you insane?” Was the only thing that left your mouth. You wanted to slap him. But you couldn’t lie, it had you feeling a way… a jolting joy pulsing between your legs. The way he was describing everything had you sweating.

“It was dumb of me. I know, baby. I just… Remember we talked about this ages ago? Me watching some guys take you and how sexy that’d be?”

You both had talked about it. It was a mutual fantasy but to actually engage in it? You gulped, “I…”

“It’ll just be a one time thing. I promise, you know unless…” He trailed off, a hopefulness in his eyes.

“You owe me big time, I hope you know that.” You grumbled as you walked towards the locker room with him hot on your heels.

It was steamy hot and covered in a white sheet of fog as you walked through, Eren’s hand in yours.

“Eren, yooo!” Called Connie before you finally were able to see him. His tanned skin wet and his slim body had your throat dry. “Ah shit, we doing this right now?” His towel fell to the floor and he grinned at you, his thick cock standing and instantly catching your attention. Dark and thick, enough hair covered around him and his balls bulging.

You felt hot but you bit back a groan, noticing the rest of the few boys circling around you and Eren.

It was overwhelming. These were your boyfriend’s friends… his teammates. They knew you and now…

Now, Eren was pulling your shirt down. Your brown nipples are already hard as you look at the boys over. He kisses your neck a few times as his teammates' eyes wander, a few of them staring at your breast, but they are hard to ignore.

Big perky brown boobs, Eren always seemed fascinated by them, using any excuse to grab and squeeze them. Just like he was doing now, tweaking at your nipples with the rough pads of his fingers.

Until you looked down and realized that it wasn’t Eren. It was Jean, who in a swift second had your legs buckling with just his fingers before he finally put one in his mouth.

Eren’s comforting warmth left you and an unfamiliar big strong chest welcomed you. You knew who it was before you peeked behind you, Reiner. His strong body was easy to recognize just against your back you could feel every ridge and every ab that he possessed. You gulped when his rough hands trailed up and down your back before he kissed the nape of your neck with cold lips, you shivered.

The sensation of two men against your body making you groan. Reiner’s fingers gripped the front of your neck while he whispered in your ear, “You see how he’s looking at you? That’s how I’ve always looked at you… always wondered how you look under the clothes…”

Eren’s eyes were envious and his cock hard in his uniform. Reiner’s voice drowned out as you stared at your boyfriend, his eyes staring deep into yours until your eyes watered and you were overwhelmed on the pleasure — feeling Jean’s mouth on one of your breast, his tongue swirling on the bud before pressing small kisses around your areola, meeting your intense gaze.

As Jean sucked on your left breast and played with the right one. Timid Armin approached with shaky hands and ducked, pulling down your leggings along with your panties.

Moisture was leaking between your thighs and Eren couldn’t help but to speak up, “Fucking slut, huh? You were acting all crazy about what I said but you’re loving it. So fucking wet… never even got that wet for me.” He slipped his hand in his uniformed pants and continued to watch you. His cock only half out as he stroked himself before he told Armin: “Eat her pussy. Eat it all messy. I wanna hear it.”

Armin gulped but nodded. His breath hot before he spread your flesh a bit and sucked on your swollen clit. Wetness gathering at his chin easily, “Oh fuck.” He used his fingers to massage your insides at the same time Reiner finally kissed you full on your mouth and Jean pinched both of your nipples. You gasped, trembling and Reiner shoved his tongue in your mouth. Sucking everywhere and swirling around in your mouth, drool pooled out the corner of your mouth and you felt as if you were going to faint.

Armin held your legs firm, keeping you still as his tongue dug deeper into your pussy. “How’s it taste Armin?” Eren purred, slowly closer to you.

“Fucking,” He slurped. “Fucking delicious.” His tongue circled your clit and you could feel him smiling against your thighs. “She’s so fucking wet.” Slowly blowing air on your clit, he smiled wider when he saw you twitching.

You almost forgot about Connie until you felt him kissing the other side of your neck, “Couldn’t let you forget I was here, right doll?” You felt him grinding on you, his leaky wet cock against your bare thigh made your eyes flutter.

“Please… I—“ You groaned, you were enjoying this too much. Every bit of you is stimulated and being sucked or played with. Your eyes rolled back.

Connie smiled before he circled your lips with his fingers. “I think this pretty baby just needs something to suck on.” Your mouth slowly opened and he slipped his two fingers inside. Massaging the pink wet muscle as you sucked with your eyes closed.

“Fuck, keep doing that… making her wet and so fucking tight. She likes it.” You heard Armin mutter, slipping his fingers in and out of your sloppy wet cunt as Connie’s finger pumped in and out of your mouth.

Jean kissing and sucking your breast, fingers rubbing at the other one and Reiner with his strong hand around your neck and his boner against your ass, he whispered in your ear again.

“You’re such a bad girl… doing all this in front of your boyfriend. Getting this little body played with in front of him… about to get it fucked right in front of him. You like that?” He squeezed at your throat and you moaned aloud.

“Keep talking to her,” Armin hummed. “You’re getting her so soaked.”

“Oh… you like my voice baby? You like when I talk to you, hm?” Your body felt hotter. “We’re gonna take care of you…gonna make you feel really good okay?”

“O-ooh…Okay. Okay.” Armin plunged three fingers deep inside, turning and stretching them inside of you.

“I need her to suck my fucking dick. I can’t take it anymore.” Connie groaned.

Seconds upon seconds and the heat from everyone’s touch disappeared and you almost cried, tears already in your eyes. “Shhh.” Jean rubbed the sides of your stomach. “Just trying to make you more comfortable, okay?”

You listened and allowed him to move your body as he pleased. Laying you down on one of the benches and spreading your legs. “Fuck… such a pretty pussy.” He spread your lips, dragging a finger down your wet heat.

“Now baby,” Connie said to you from above. You couldn’t see him, just the blurriness of his cock that was so close to your face. “Open wide.”

You gulped and invited him inside. His cock twitching just from your breath. He felt you swallow around him and he took his lip between his teeth. “Oh fuck.”

“She’s got a good mouth on her, huh?” Eren said as Connie slid in deeper before pulling some out, just to repeat it again. Eren’s cock still hard as he pumped himself, clearly edging.

“Fuck yeahh!” He huffed, feeling you swirl your tongue all over his veiny cock. Moving your hands from your side, to cup his balls.

Connie grabbed the sides of your face and put his cock in so deep, that his pelvis was the only thing in your line of vision. It didn’t stop you from squeezing his balls again.

You felt your other hand move and wrap around a slippery wet cock and while Connie pounded at your throat, you heard Armin groan.

Moving your hand up and down, hearing the echoes of wet noises and soft moans, you felt yourself getting ever more drenched.

Moaning around Connie’s cock, you scraped the sides with your teeth a bit and he moaned even louder, liking it. You smiled to yourself and kept going.

Armin spit on your already wet cunt and messily shook his head, watching it drip before he slurped it back up in an instant. Pulling your flesh with his teeth, he sucked a fold in and rubbed circled motions up and down your clit. Your legs were shaking but you just continued to lick and slobber all over Connie’s thick length. Your pussy throbbing as your hips jerked away from Armin’s hungry lips.

“Stay still,” He mutters, but you're just so sensitive that you can’t, almost kicking him away. His tongue is brutal and heavy as he sucks and slurps his way down, your feet curl when he gives you another long suck, a moan deep in his throat and you feel it all throughout your body. You can barely focus on him, your mouth sucking Connie in and your eyes on your sexy boyfriend, in the corner.

“Ah, don’t focus on him. This isn’t about him…” Reiner’s alluring voice comes again and your eyes are on his. His mouth blowing cool air on your perky nipples. “You’ve been slacking on Jean, keep moving your hand for him baby,” Gulping around Connie, you listen and as you stroke his cock, never taking your eyes off Reiner’s, who’s sucking on your tits like he expects milk to come out. You can hear Eren moaning in the background and for a split second you look over to him and meet his eyes, lusty and dark before a hard jolt rings throughout your body. An echo of wetness and a slick slap on your cunt and you flinch, popping Connie out of your mouth to look at Armin.

But it wasn’t Armin’s hand, it was Reiner’s.

“Didn’t I say not to focus on him?” He grabs your jaw and forces you to look his way. “Don’t be a bad girl. You’ve been such a good girl all this time, listening to me. Don’t mess that up.” Your body shivers and it's hard not to look over at Eren, but the intense look in Reiner’s eyes lets you know he means business. Moving his hand down from your jaw, he trails it down to your neck and gives it a small squeeze, looking you deep in your eyes. His other hand grazing your cunt, ready for you to disobey him. “Just what am I going to do with you, hm?”

He kisses you, your mouth full of precum and spit, but he doesn't care how dirty it is. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull and you're gasping, as he kisses you so roughly. His tongue curling into yours and licking every piece of you. You hear Armin whispering about how soaked you’re getting and Connie jerking himself a bit loudly in your face, Jean mutters a small fuck at how youre gripping him so tightly now. The kiss only deepens and you're both sucking on each other, swirling your tongues together and his hands pulling at your nipples, gripping and twisting them. He pulls back and watches as some spit disconnects from your mouths. “Been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Oh, fuck.” Eren moans, his hips jerking and cumming shooting out of his achy cock. But even with the cum leaking, he continues to jerk himself. Connie, uses this time to grip you hair and pull you back down so that you’re lying on your back and rub his cock all over your face.

“C’mon, mama, welcome me back into that throat. Ohhh, just like that. Just need to come, right here. Probably can get you pregnant just like this, hm?” He jokes, pushing himself back inside with a sway of his hips. His pace is even more brutal, probably from feeling neglected.

Jean removes your hand from him and rubs his aching cock onto your breast, while Reiner sucks on the other one, his eyes shut. Armin, slurps up the bits of your slick up before he sits up – sitting on top of you and pressing the weight of his cock against your cunt. “Oh fuck, never been this hard in my life.” He’s aching as he slips his cock out. He's sliding his cock between your wet folds, your body completely over-stimulated. “You’ve always been so nice to me. Now, I’m gonna show you, just…just how much I appreciated you.”

Slipping inside of your wet heat, he groans. “Oh fuck.” He stills, feeling you clamp down on him, his hips flush against yours. Your body is completely filled. Connie eases his cock out of your mouth, your lips wet before you lick them again, he groans and slips it in and out at the tip, your tongue lapping at his wet tip a few times. Slipping his cock out completely, he dips his ball into your mouth and you suck, “That’s nice… such a good girl–Ah! Your tight fucking mouth…” Dipping his full balls in and out of your mouth before putting his cock back into your mouth. Your hand squeezing and massaging his heavy balls as you continue with sucking and choking on his cock, you could feel his cock all the way in the back of your throat. Jerking his hips into your mouth quickly, so close. “Oh baby, you like that?” Breathlessly, your eyes roll back again as you suck deeper. “Oh shit, I’m gonna fucking c-cum.” His legs shake and he grips your throat as he pounds inside before he stills, cum leaking down your mouth, but you keep swallowing.

Armin’s groaning against your stomach as he ruts inside of you, sloppy as you milk his cock. “Swirl your hips just a bit, that’s just how she likes it.” So he does, and you can fill every thrust he gives you. “See how wet she gets?” Eren rubs at your clit, watching your cunt suck in more of Armin. Fucking his cock into you so slowly as you both moan.

“Isn’t she so pretty like this, boys?” It’s the first time in a while you heard your boyfriend’s voice and your eyes are fluttering as you smile. Reiner opens your mouth and your tongue slips out, to which he sucks on. Swirling his tongue against your cum covered tongue.

“Very pretty.” Jean says, his voice strained. His cock throbbing, rubbing his cock up and down your body. Armin’s eyes watching his cock slipping in and out, so much of your cum coats his cock, your legs shaking as you grind your hips against his.

“I think she needs something in her mouth again, Jean…” Reiner taps his shoulder. When Jean finally sinks into your mouth, Armin feels you tighten around him even more and he truly fucks into you, his hips hard as he pounds into your soppy cunt, moaning and groaning. Pulling himself in and out as you whine against Jean’s cock. Armin pulls your legs up so that they’re closer to your face, your hands on his shoulder while your eyes grow spotty, the tip of his cock hitting all the right places. Gooey and wet sounds as you both throb, your pussy still squeezes him all over before he finally cums inside of you.

You swallow and bob your head against Jean. “Her throat feels so fucking good. Connie, how did you last so fucking long, I’m gonna fucking– cum!” His cock pulses inside of your throat, his warm release coming down your throat.

Everyone steps back and admires the sight of you, naked and cum leaking out. "If we win nationals, then I'll fuck you so good, yeah?" Reiner licks up and down your throat as you grow wet again.

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rootsonjupiter · 1 month ago

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COFFEE SHOP!JEAN

pure fluff, soft, cuuuute. Jean being a subtle— not so subtle— lover-boy. sfw.

note: I suck at doing this but I thought it wascute. So here’s nothing ^~^

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COFFEE SHOP!JEAN who took this job but within the first week, already regrets it, because he´s now in charge to send Connie to clean the tables every single time and stop Sasha from devouring everything in the display.

COFFEE SHOP!JEAN who decides to keep a polite attitude with customers, maintaining his distance. Until one day, you walk into the café and, upon seeing the variety of food on the menu board, you ask for an honest recommendation.

COFFEE SHOP!JEAN who doesn’t realize he’s talking too much about different options and his personal favorites until he notices the look of disbelief on your face and the small smile forming on your lips. “I’m sorry, I… I got carried away…” “Oh! No, no, it’s fine. That… it actually sounds delicious. I think I’ll go for…” And from that day on, that drink becomes your favorite.

COFFEE SHOP!JEAN who, over time and totally casual, glances at the door around the time you usually stop by and prepares your order with practiced care and skill.

COFFEE SHOP!JEAN who slowly starts making small jokes—it’s no surprising that your cups always have your name spelled wrong on purpose—, and feels his heart acting weird when you respond with another witty remark and an adorable laugh.

COFFEE SHOP!JEAN who, after casually discovering your taste in music from a brief comment about the café’s background songs, starts playing similar tracks to see if you’ll mention it again.

COFFEE SHOP!JEAN who enjoys chatting with you, which is why he hates the days when the café is full with impatient customers and he’s on the verge of collapse. Also, COFFEE SHOP!JEAN who notices the message you leave on a napkin before leaving: “One more customer, one more cup, and one hour closer to closing. Hang in there! ;)"

COFFEE SHOP!JEAN who, after weeks of subtly tense interactions, finally decides to do something about it. You pick up your cup and, as always, tilt it slightly to see how Jean has misspelled your name this time. However, something is different today. "Off duty after 7. Besides coffee, do you like pizza?"

COFFEE SHOP!JEAN who feels his cheeks burn when he sees the look on your face. “It’s pathetic, isn’t it?”. You shake your head quickly with a big smile. “I would love pizza”. Your response pulls an equally big grin from Jean.

COFFEE SHOP!JEAN who never was so happy for the end of his sift as when we sees you sitting by the window, waiting for him—Could time go any slower?—. He’s never been so happy to turn the sign at the entrance: “Closed”.

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#jean kirschtein x you #jean kirstein #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #armin arlert #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #connie springer #sasha braus #imagine #fanfic

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co-psycho · 9 months ago

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Jean Kirstein Twitter links ;)

a/n: new story coming soon. Don’t forget to leave requests!!! Enjoy

Jean overstimulating you

Jean touching himself while eating you out

Jean teasing you

Oral sex in the shower

Squirting on his cock

Pussy drunk Jean

Reverse cowgirl

Reader is cock drunk

Jean obsessing over your body

Reader fucking Jean on his couch

Size kink

Jean breeding you

Jean breeding you pt.2

Passionate sex 🫣

Nipple play

Rubbing your cl!t while fucking you

Fingering you while you squirm

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morgluvsconnie · 7 months ago

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thinking about how if jean was a girl dad, he would be so dedicated to being just that.

like the amount of dresses and tutus, barbie heels and doll sets would increase every week to the point where his own daughter would have to tell him “don’t you think this is a lot daddy?” with a slight frown.

“you think so?” he’d stop the shopping cart and look at it. “but you picked everything out.” he looked at his daughter as she played with the hair of the doll she held.

“i only picked this out.” she giggled while holding up the only doll that caught her eye.

“ah… right…” he pursed his lips together with a slight frown.

his daughter would just be his own princess, taking care of her in every way, even if she didn’t need it.

“can i have mcdonald’s?” she’d ask at 3AM. and sure, it was late, the nearest mcdonald’s was closed, but he still found a way.

“jean, where are you with our daughter?” you called his phone to figure out where he could possibly be at this time of night.

“uh.. she’s in the play place.”

you sat up in your bed with a frown. “of… of mcdonald’s?”

“we got the munchies babe.”

#𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚟𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎₊✩ˎˊ˗#jean kirstein x you #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirstein headcanons #jean x you #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #aot jean #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein

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rhadamanthes · 1 month ago

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Private show. JeanxreaderxEren

word count : 4,7k

warnings : modern au, arranged marriage but reader still has a boyfriend on the side, jealousy, boys kissing, lots of praises and pet names, handjob, cum eating oral sex fem receiving, fingering, squirting, slight overstimulation, double penetration same hole, nipple play, after care, non protected sex.

author's note : had this fic on my mind for a while now i have a full lore for it, not very detailed here but maybe i'll write more, it's my first time wrting smut in a while so a threesome was not really a smart choice but i'm kind of proud with how it turned out let me know what you think about it and enjoy!

Part 2

There is no place like home you think, as you finally inhale the familiar scent of incense in your apartment.

Not that the honeymoon was bad but you wished it was with someone you actually loved.

"Eren! No airport clothes on the couch, are you crazy ?" you squeak ushering him to stand up

"You know for someone who's not my real wife you sure do nag me like one"

"Very funny just go clean yourself up then you can sprawl all you want, anywhere you want "

His answer is drowned by the ringing of the door bell. Who could that even be when you landed just a few hours ago. Exchanging a look with Eren you plead him to take care of it. As the good husband he is, he makes his way to the entrance mumbling in the process of course what you can only imagine is curse on your name.

The ajar door reveals the man you wished you were married to, the man you wished you had spent the last two weeks with... Jean. You heart start beating faster at the sight of him and you rush to the door, trapping him in a tight hug

"Ew just let me get out the way at least" Eren protest but it doesn't matter you are finally reunited with Jean you missed his scent and the way his body feels against yours,

"Hi baby" you smile, giving him a quick peck. He smiles back, hiding his face in your neck, inhaling deeply.

"Jean ! I haven't showered yet!"

"Who cares?" he groans, pressing harder in your skin. You giggle at the muffled sound of his voice.

"Anyways, I got something for you, come on in" you turn making your way to the luggage you left near the couch. You only notice now that Eren left the room, in the distance you can hear the water running good,

"A gift from your honeymoon just for me ? That is way to kind"

You shake your head not even bothering to look back at him.

"I brought gifts for everyone. I'm just cool like that, you know ?"

You tap the floor next to you inviting him to sit and help you find the package in the mess that are your multiple suitcases.

At the same time Eren re enters the living room a towel around his waist as he dries his wet hair with a smaller one.

"Your gift for ponyboy is in my suitcase, remember how you bought so much it wouldn't fit anymore ?" he chuckles sitting on your other side, working down the zip of the said suitcase,

Both of you exchange a look at the first item displayed, one of his shirts is rolled up in a very distinct wine glass shape.

Upon your first night of the trip you went to a restaurant, finding yourself obsessed with the glasses they used for the drinks : cut in the form of a seashell . Eren went to the staff asking if you could bring a pair back to the hotel as a newlyweds gift; it didn't work but they agreed on giving you one single piece in exchange for a couple bills. You laugh at the memory and so does he.

From his spot Jean feels nothing but pure jealousy, of course he knows this is not a love marriage. Both your dad's made an agreement for an arranged marriage showing an united front as their companies are going through a crisis.

But still, seeing you laugh with another man, exchanging knowing looks and private jokes makes his eyebrow knit a bit. There is nothing funny about a shirt in a suitcase. You're wearing another man last name for god's sake. Mrs Yeager-Smith enough to make him barf. On top of that the bastard is shaped like a god.

If anything Jean wishes this wedding could be over in a few months and not a year like your father mentioned. A wave of relief hits Jean as your husband leaves, announcing he'll be napping for the rest of the day.

You dig a little velvet box from the suitcase, giving it to Jean with a shy smile. The content reveals a gold ring with your initials engraved on the inner part.

"I figured you might as well have one" you laugh, second thinking about the choice of your gift.

Jean's lips crashes into yours in a deep kiss, ushering you closer.

"I love it, thank you" he murmurs after breaking the kiss.

You caress the stubble on his chin, eyes locked with his. "I love you."

A warm sensation spreads through his chest.

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A few weeks have passed since you got back from your honeymoon. Your life came back to normal, well almost. You jungle between your public relationship and the private one, it is hard at times, you wish you could hold Jean hand whenever you want, not second guess every one of your actions. Part of your consolation is that you get to see your friends all you want.

Right now, you are at practice with Annie, the two of you go back to kindergarten. You've been doing ballet with her ever since. Needless to say she's not happy with your current condition, you haven't stretched the whole time you were travelling, you're a bit stiff and it shows.

"I can't believe you had all this free time and didn't even take advantage of it" she exclaims, pushing your leg deeper on the wooden bar.

"It was a honeymoon Annie not a bootcamp" you wince, muscle crying under her assault.

"Yeah yeah I know, a very romantic trip"

You're about to snap back at her when you hear your boyfriend's voice coming from the netrane of the room.

"My savior" you dramatically says rushing to meet him in a hug. "You came at the right time, she was about to kill me."

Annie shakes her head left to right, greeting Jean with a wave of her hand.

"Just come earlier on monday and tuesday we will stretch together you should come to normal quick."

"Okay boss I'll do that, Bertholdt not here yet ? Want us to drop you off ?"

"He'll be there in five he made a detour for Reiner"

"What a gentleman picking up his boyfriend and girlfriend" you feel Jean's shoulder shake with laughter next to you and you can't help but follow him.

Annie is giving you a death stare, you wrap your arm around Jean'susing him as a human shield. "Well we better be on our way see you " blowing kisses her way tou rush to the elevator.

The ride back to your place goes smoothly, you tell Jean about practice and the gossip Annie filled you in with while you were away. Soon enough you find yourself walking to your doorstep. In the distance you can see Eren sitting on the floor.

"Forgot your keys again ?" you extend your hand for him to stand up.

"Yeah we really need to give the concierge a spare." you laugh, the three of you entering the duplex. Eren hand on the small of your back.

You and Jean are in the kitchen, cooking up a meal for tonight he's been quiet ever since you guys got back.

"You know the honeymoon really got me to know Eren better, I think you two would get along well"

"Why would I want to befriend your husband ?" His tone is harsh.

"Come on Jean, it'll make everyone's life easier and you're bond to see him anyway"

"What do you propose ? me and him flying out to the Maldives ? "

"Hmmm I was thinking about a threesome actually"

A beat of silence fills the room.

"You're serious ?"

"Deadly, and don't tell me you didn't think about it. I saw the way you looked at him the other day" his cheeks glow pink at your words: got him. "This could be an icebreaker and then you two go on friendly dates. What do you think" you say tracing his arms through the clothes. "Once we've seen each other naked we won't have a lot of secrets left, but if you're not down for it I'll understand"

You're treading on thin ice. Jean expressed his desire to experience new things some time ago. This seems like the perfect occasion.

"Ok, but you tell him that this is a one time thing I don't want to share you for the rest of my life"

"Roget that" you seal the deal with a kiss.

After Jean left you went to Eren with your offer, needless to say it didn't take a lot of convincing for him to agree.

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The day has come, Jean is sitting on the edge of the bed farther away from you and Eren. He wants this you know it, he must be uncomfortable that's all, so you take matters in your hands. Approaching him, from up close you can see a faint pink glow on his cheeks.

Ever the embarrassed boy.

The thought makes you smile.

"Looks like someone here needs to relax," you whisper, running your lips horizontally on his ear.

He's been your boyfriend for as long as you remember, you know everything about him, weak spot included.

"Come on baby don't you want to loosen up so we can have fun ?" As you speak Eren's hand starts to feel Jean hips slowly unbuckling his belt.

"Y-yeah i'll do that " he answer lifting his hips slightly so his pant can come completely off

"Good" Eren mumbles, as he explores Jean's penis through his boxer. You take it as a cue to intensifie the torture, sucking his lobe into your mouth.

The strained moan he lets out tell you everything you need to know.

Jean feels like he's levitating, Eren's hands are not as delicate as yours but the roughness adds something to the up and down motion applied on his cock. Combined to the way you're feasting on his ear he can't help but-

"God that feels good" he feels your lips curl in a smile against his skin you must enjoy that too.

"I understand why she likes torturing you so much now, you are pretty when you squirm" Eren's words add to the fuel.

"Shut up" not very convincing, his cheeks are burning now

"Gladly, I do not want to miss a pretty moan out of you Jean "

Fuck is it so obvious that he runs on praises ? All this attention gets to his head. When you first proposed the three-way he wanted the focus to be on you, there is nothing he enjoys more than pleasing you, being at your service, but he can't deny that this feels pretty good . His head falls back, closing his eyes with a deep groan. You move from his ear to his neck sucking and biting while one of your hands rolls his nipple between soft fingers. The two of you are going to kill him.

His hips start to move on their own, thrusting into Eren's hand as his release approaches. With every stroke the sensitivity increases and makes his mind go blank a little bit more. The tingling sensation rises from his balls and through the cock.

"That's right Jean, let it all out" And he does, spilling his seed all over Eren's hand as your saccharine voice guides him through the edge.

Feeling Eren's hand unwrapping from his dick, Jean opens his eyes again and straightens his head. On the right time he might add, You're licking the semen off Eren's skin while staring at the long haired boy in his eyes. Eren is staring right back at you with a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Dirty girl" you snicker at his remark reducing the space between your bodies, you kiss him languorously, you want him to taste Jean, after this night is all about sharing. He's hesitant at first but soon enough his hand locks you in place by your hair, tongue invading your mouth licking all over. Spit is drooling at your chin. The whole deal feels dirty but it feels good.

The kiss is needy and full of frustrations. It is a long awaited relief. You two never had physical contact with each other over the four months you lived under the same roof. Apart from the public apparition of course but this is nothing like the fake affection you show the tabloids. You break the kiss scared to get lost in the way it makes you feel.

"Alright my turn" you say excitedly sitting on the edge of the bed you kick your panty off quickly, the cold air of the room hitting your cunt makes you realise how excited you already are. Eren waste no time spreading your knees to be able to sit between your legs on the floor. You turn to Jean, who looks like he is still coming down from his high,

"Get to work" You nudge him with your foot.

"Yes ma'am"

The two men are now on their knees between your legs. On the left Eren's head is resting on your thigh, biting softly while your flesh as he observes absently minded your pussy. Jean lifts your right leg to rest it on his shoulder, kissing it tenderly.

"What a sight" you exclaim. "Come on, don't be shy guys, I'm all ready for you."

As the reactive dog he is, Eren dive face first in your cunt lapping at your clitoris. Jean scoffs at his behaviour.the reaction makes you laugh." What ? you're going to let him steal your food ?" the words come out strained due to Eren's ministrations, he sure knows how to use his tongue. And fuck, he's skilled with his fingers too. They are not as long as Jean's but he is curling them at the perfect angle . Not trusting your body to hold you anymore you lean back on your forearm appreciating the spectacle from afar.

Jean has entered the dance, getting into Eren's rhythm so that your bundle of nerves is never left unattended. their eyes are boring into yours, feasting on your every reaction. You can't take it anymore, laying completely flat on the mattress you let out a breathy moan, eyes shut in pleasure. This is what heaven must feel like.

The new position gives them more access to your body, the slenders fingers of your boyfriend travel down to the rim of your anus. his index circling slowly the puffy flesh.

"Please" you hum, arching your back of the bed, gentle perspiration starts forming on your lower back "Please my love"

"You want it inside, doll ?" you nod your head hoping he'll get the message."There you go" he purrs against your skin. Entering your tight rim prodding at your spongy walls. As he resumes his assault on your clit.

Jean and you never went as far as anal penetration but from time to time you enjoy his finger wandering there.

You barely control the moans you let out anymore, it all feels too good, your brain is getting mushy from all the pleasure you feel, you know your orgasm is approaching. You take a fistul of whoever hair you can ,grinding your hips against their faces.

"Guys, i'm gonna cum" you feel beads of sweat on your forehead.

They hum against your wet cunt, the soft vibration it gives is too much for you to handle. Electricity courses your clitoris, spreads through your whole body, down to your toes and fingertips in sweet, sweet relief.

Kisses are left on your slit, fingers retriving from your holes. A lazy smile creeps on your face. The bed dips on your left a large hand pet on your forehead and the crown of your hair. "You've done good" it's Jean's voice. You open your eyes to kiss him and you realise, it's the first time you feel his lips against yours since the beginning of the night.

Slowly, your thighs close on themselves sore to have been spread so wide for both of them to fit in between. Eren is still sitting on the ground, he places your legs over his shoulders before suctioning his lips to your clitoris. Still sensitive from your orgasm, you jolt straightening up.

"Eren!"

"Just a bit more i want her all to myself"

You don't have enough energy to fight him so you let him do as he pleases, back colliding with the mattress. Lewd noise comes from his spot, he wasn't lying when he said he wanted it all for him, when he was sharing with Jean their tongues were flat against your mound, he is now full on slurping on it pointy tongue flicking over it. The rapid motion makes you twitch, hips lifting off the mattress. Your nerves are on fire and you already know that you won't last long this time.

"God Eren" you moan gripping Jean's forearm for support.

Jean's lips trace your jaw up to your temple.

"Come on princess on more so we can fuck you properly yeah ? "he croons searching for your eyes, you nod your head absent mindly. You need to be stuffed soon or you'll go crazy The thought of having their cocks inside of you makes you whine out loud. "You're making me hard again baby"

"I am? "Taking your right hand Jean makes you feel his erected cock. "Jean I need it" your eyes start to tear up in frustration.

"I know love, just a bit more i'm ready for you" he englobe your hand, making you squeeze his penis lightly.

The sweet talk makes you want to grant his wish, he's been sex deprived for a while now, between the honeymoon and your new life, you two haven't had the time to see each other as much as you usually do. You call his name, feeling a new orgasm approaching.

Eren must feel it too, encasing his face deeper in your cunt. Your eyes close shut and the familiar sensation runs through your veins. the knot in your belly snaps once more tonight, legs thrashing around your tormentor's head. The saccade moans coming out of your mouth makes you sound like a broken record.

"Good job baby, good girl" Jean praises, as you feel eren collecting the arousal that has been leaking down your inner thigh the loud slurping noise coming from him gives you no doubt on what he did with it.

"I think she's ready now" you can hear the smile in his voice, you open your eyes, drowsy from your second orgasm of the night. Eren is standing on his feet licking at the remnant of your cum on his digits. You kick him playfully, what an arrogant bastard he is. Eyes roaming down his figure, you notice the tent in his pants, god, it must be painful for him, you and Jean came at least once but not him, you feel bad.

"Come here Eren" you straighten back up tapping the empty side of the mattress, he obliges.

Fishing down his pant you start to stroke his cock slowly but he grabs your wrist

" I want to cum inside of you not in my pants like a teeanger" taking his word in action he positions himself in the middle of the bed, head resting on your silk pillow. A sigh of relief escaping his lips. "Mind if I take the spot from under Jean ? I want to see your girlfriend tits bounce in my face"

"Suit yourself, I can have this view all I want" you scoff at their childish bickering. Turning around, you extend your arm in front of you to stretch your back in a cat like manner before crawling to straddle Eren's legs.

"I hope you're not only about barking, I'm very needy tonight" you taunt getting rid of his pants, his cock spring free taping against his lower abs.

"Is it to your liking my pretty wife ?" He takes it in his hand, rubbing it along your belly. At the same time you feel Jean positioning himself behind you, his warmth seeping into your skin.

"Hm not bad " you say, running a finger on his already wet tip "What do you think Jean ?"

"I've seen better" you giggle, grabbing his chin to steal a quick kiss. Jean pushes your back slowly, until you're flat against Eren's chest. "Now let's have some fun."

Jean rubs his cock against your entrance, you put your hands on Eren's shoulder in anticipation. You feel the familiar stretch of Jean's dick inside your pussy and let a relieved sigh.

"Lift your hips for me baby hm ?" you do as you're told knowing what is about to come..

Jean grabs Eren cock by the base, running it down your slit until he finds his own cock, pushing against it. Your jaw goes slack at the pressure you feel, nails digging in eren's skin.

"Look at me, baby you can take it" Eren pets your hair to get your attention, locking your eyes with his, you nod, digging deeper in his shoulders.

You feel every inch of his dick filling you up and gasp once it is fully inside of you.

"Good girl" he plants a kiss on your forehead

"You're feeling alright ? " Jean asks hugging your mid section to get you closer to him again

"Hmm I don't remember ever been this stretched before but... it kind of feel nice" you giggle

"Coming from a ballerina I'm flattered," Eren laughs, caressing your thigh in a soothing manner.

Both you and Jean huff at his remark. The moment you have waited all night is here you start to rock your hips back and forth in search of an easing feeling. Soon enough you find your pace, and pleasure in the process as wetness produces salacious squelching sounds against their skin. Eren hands are clenched around your hips now, calling your name in soft moan. Jean is slowly thrusting into you, seating himself deeper and deeper inside of you.

Leaning down on your husband you bite his jaw.

"Come on Eren fuck me, I'm asking " you beg in the most sultry voice you can muster kissing his lips softly. You want, no you need to feel them ramming inside of you at the same time.

He opens his mouth and closes it, deciding he'll show you instead of talking.You balance your weight on your knees giving him enough space to move his hips. The grip on your hips intensifies as he starts fucking his cock inside your cunt.

"Like that ?" you nod, biting your lips. The sensation is unmatched. while Eren is pumping in, Jean stops remaining inside, stretching you wide. You feel yourself losing control, hips going still. as your head falls back on Jean's shoulder, moaning out loud you leave it to them to make you feel good. "Do you like how her pussy feels, Eren ?" he can only grunt in response, brow tight on his face."Come here" confusion can be read on his face but he nevertheless obliges. Jean grabs the back of his head, locking him in a heated kiss.

Fuck that's so hot, out of them two you wouldn't think that Jean would be the one to iniciate the kiss but it makes you smile. He's really getting into it, you whine being left out. Eren breaks the kiss, redirecting his attention to your neck biting and mumbling all sorts of praises, while Jean pinches your nipple. All of this care makes you feel like your brain is melting.

They start to go back and forth, Two different temperatures, two different sizes, two different rhythms sometimes simultaneously pumping. It is the first time you acquire this feeling of fullness.

You're a squealing mess at this point, letting them use you as they see fit. Their penises heads are grinding up against your g spot you're close to cumming but there is something else. You feel like you need to pee.

"W-wait I feel weird" you don't have the courage to say it out loud.

"Fuck, I knew it from when I was eating that pussy, you're gonna make a mess baby?" you hide your face in the crook of Eren's neck too ashamed to answer. "Come on doll, all over me make me yours" he starts to thrust faster, almost pistoning inside of you.

From behind Jean calls your name, hands travelling south to your clitoris applying circular motion on the abused bud "You heard him ? we'll cum with you, just make the call" his motion intensifies building up even more tension in your body then you thought was possible. Another wave of heat crashes over you.

You cum till I'm numb like a rag doll, your warm juices squirting everywhere between your bodies, even on the mattress. The force of your orgasm makes you collapse on top of Eren, bodies crashing on the bed.

"That's my girl, I'm so proud of you" he chants peppering kisses on your lips "We're gonna come inside of you yeah I don't want you to waste a drop baby" you can only nod, feeling sleep taking you away.

True to his word a few seconds later the two men empty themselves, coating your walls with their semen. Their breaths are heavy, Jean hovers on top of you kissing and rubbing at your sweaty back. Inches by inches Jean pulls out, laying next to your nested bodies.

"Took it so well darling, you're the best" a weak smile crawls on your face, Jean lifst your body from Eren's positioning you on his lap as he covers your face in kisses.

You wish you could feel this state of bliss all the time, loved warm and totally fucked out but the sweat drying out on your body makes you feel a bit gross.

"Hm, can we go shower ?" you ask, locking your arms behind his neck. As an answer he clamps your thigh around his waist making his way to the bathroom.

"You weren't so bad yourself Jean" you hear Eren's voice trailing behind him then give Jean's bare ass a spank. Your chest shakes with laughter as Jean grumble curses in your hair.

The hot water dripping on your sore body feels like a resurrection, the three of you are standing under the ceiling faucet taking a moment to appreciate the relaxing sound. Your trio starts to clean themselves and each other.

"Can you wash my hair ?" Eren inquiries, you nod smiling at his tired voice.

"Well you two braid each other's hair I'm going to change the sheets" Jean steals a kiss from you. He visibly hesitates to kiss Eren but he hands up slapping the back of his head. A faint groan leaves his lips.

"My poor baby come here" you giggle, starting to massage the soapy liquid on his scalp.

Once cleaned and dried, Eren carries you back to the bedroom. Your body hit the soft mattress and the scent of lavender floods your nose, you hum in bliss.

"Here" Jean says, offering one of his t-shirts for you to sleep in. He throws one at Eren too and you climb under the sheets, eager to fall asleep squeezed between your husband and your boyfriend.

The room is dark and you bid them goodnight when an idea crosses your mind.

"Wait guys there is one last thing i want to try" Eren flick the light on giving you a curious look.

"Anal ?" you roll your eyes hitting his shoulder. You lift your shirt revealing your breasts.

"Come on each of you got one" Jean laughs, happily sucking a nipple into his warm mouth, following suit, Eren does the same. You close your eyes feeling them hardening in their mouth. The tugging sensation relaxing you deeper in the mattress You could easily fall asleep like that. You really do have it all tonight.

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crazychaoticizzy · 2 months ago

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Heyyy it’s my birthday today, can you write a fluff about Jean drawing his fiancé while she’s asleep? And she wakes up and he’s all shy about it LOVE UR WORK 🤗❤️❤️

While You Were Sleeping

a/n: of course i can. thank you so much and happy birthday!! i hope it was a good day filled with good things for you and that this next year is prosperous! this prompt is so cute too i was smiling so big writing all this.

NOW PLAYING: “While You Were Sleeping” | Laufey

JEAN KIRSTEIN X READER

CONTENT: fem!reader, domestic fluff, a lot of kissing

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

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Jean always woke up earlier than you. Armin anyways needed him for something, and he preferred to be ready by the time he or another soldier came knocking on his door requesting him. It tired him out often.

On the rare occasion that he knew he wasn’t going to be called (such as today. He’d requested the day off since it was your birthday), he didn’t like sleeping in. No, in the early mornings when the golden sun rays filtered through the curtains in just the right way, he enjoyed admiring you.

And sometimes, though it was more often than not, he would pull open the drawer of his nightstand and retrieve his sketchbook and pencil. He couldn’t help it—he knew you were pretty, but every time Jean realized just how gorgeous you were, he felt the need to capture the moment. He needed to preserve your image any time he thought you looked exceptionally stunning to him.

His favorite time to draw you was in these early mornings, when you were sleeping and he had time to spare. The first time he drew you like this, he had convinced himself it was creepy. But he had since come to love the peaceful look of your sleeping state. The crease between your eyebrows was smoothed out, and your face relaxed into the most organic version of yourself. Jean thought you were beautiful in the morning rays, snuggled under the blankets.

He never showed his drawings to anyone. Not even you knew he did it. It was something he kept to himself—small moments of time he froze in his own artistic way.

A faint smile graced his face as he moved the pencil across the paper. He’s drawn you so many times by now that he could do it with his eyes closed and still capture your likeness perfectly, but he liked looking at you. He liked following the lines of his pretty fiancée’s face. He liked admiring you in the early morning.

Jean didn’t notice when you started to wake up. He’d shrugged off the soft breaths and movement as you readjusting in your sleep, and got startled when he looked up to find that your eyes were open. You gave him a tired smile.

“Good morning,” you said, your voice laced with sleep. You noticed the pencil he held, and nodded towards it. “What’s that?”

Jean instinctively closed the book, placing both hands on top of it to prevent you from reaching forward and snatching it out of his hands. “It’s nothing,” he said.

You noticed the tip of his ears turn pink. That happened when he was hiding something, you’d noticed.

“If it’s nothing then why are you hiding it?” you teased. You readjusted in the bed so you were propped up, your weight resting against your arm. “Come one. What is it?”

“It’s nothing, my love.” He set the book somewhere behind him and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You hummed against his mouth, a feeling of contentment washing over you. When you tried to pull away to say something, Jean chased your lips and kissed you again.

He wound up laying back down with you, his warm body pressed against your soft one beneath the blankets. He held you close by the waist with one hand, the other cupping the back of your neck so you kept kissing him.

You chuckled against his lips, pressing your hand against his chest to push him away. “Don’t distract me, you tease.”

“I’m not.” He grabbed hold of your hand and intertwined your fingers, pinning it above your head. He leaned down and kissed you again, this time placing soft pecks all across your face and neck. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said against your skin.

You were smiling so widely your cheeks hurt. Jean had always been affectionate, but the early mornings when he stayed home were probably your favorite. Sometimes he would hold you against him and the two of you would lay with each other’s hair. Other days he would grab your hand and kiss each of your fingers individually, mumbling sweet words to you between each kiss.

You liked when he kissed you like he was now, though. It made you all giddy and smiley. It was probably your favorite way to wake up.

Jean hovered above you, his gaze flitting over all the details of your face. There was a soft smile pulling at his lips, but he leaned forward to give you one last kiss before you could say anything about his love struck gaze.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he whispered against your mouth.

You thanked him and smiled, lifting a hand to thread your fingers through his hair. “Y’know what I want for my birthday?”

“Hm?”

You lifted your head so your lips brushed against his ear. “For you to show me what’s in your notebook.”

Jean let out an amused breath. “No.”

You groaned, dramatically pushing him off you and propping yourself up on your arm. “Why not?”

“It’s private.”

You scoffed. “Please. We’re getting married in two months and you have the audacity to say it’s private?”

He shrugged, reaching for your hand. “I don’t make the rules.”

“You’re terrible. Terrible and stubborn.”

He laughed, lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles. “You love me.”

“I shouldn’t. Not when you keep secrets from me.”

“Are you upset because I’m not giving you what you want for once?”

You scoffed again. “No.”

“You totally are.”

“You’re delusional and full of it.”

“Such accusations.” Jean clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth before he sits up, his hands gliding up your arm. “All I’m trying to do is show you my love.”

“You’re keeping secrets.” You pull your arm away from his, but instead Jean practically lifts you from the bed and maneuvers off. He starts walking toward the bathroom as you let out an exasperated sigh, hanging your head back. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“So lucky.”

You rolled your eyes as he perched you atop the counter and watched as he switched on the shower. As you waited for him to strip you down and pull you into the shower, you tried to devise a way to see what was in that notebook.

You would see it if it was the last thing you did in your lifetime.

So, while Jean was busy brushing mousse through his hair and styling it so it dried correctly, you snuck out of the bathroom. The plain black notebook was still on his nightstand, the pencil neatly placed on top of it. You set the pencil to the side and opened it, softly gasping at the sight of the first sketch.

It was of you reading a book. Jean had drawn a soft smile on your face and added a note in the margins. Isn’t she so beautiful? it said.

On the next page, your back was turned as you cooked. Your hair was tied out of your face and the sleeves of Jean’s hoodie were pulled up and above your elbows. I’m going to marry her was written to the left of the drawing.

You flipped a couple more pages, concluding that the notebook was made up exclusively of you. You paused at the sight of one in particular—the only one you were aware of before your fiancé drew it. It was the only time you had ever posed for him, the night he proposed. You were holding up the heart shaped doily that had been placed between your teacup at the fancy restaurant, the most notable thing in the illustration being the ring on your finger.

She said yes!

When Jean came up behind you, he snatched the boom out of your hands and snapped it shut, holding it out of your reach.

“Nosey,” he said. “You’re so annoying. What if this was my diary?”

You laughed, even more when he placed his hand over your face and pushed you to sit on the bed as he hid the notebook away. “It basically is.”

Jean flushed as he sat beside you, feigning an upset expression. Yet he held onto your thigh. No matter how upset he actually might have been, he always needed to touch you.

You leaned forward, a cheeky smile on your lips as your lips brushed against his ear.

“You are so down bad,” you teased, your voice coming out as a whisper.

“Shut up.”

You laughed and kissed his cheek, knowing that no matter how often you teased him for loving you so much, you returned those feelings with the same intensity.

i had so much fun writing this. i tried getting it out on your birthday so you could enjoy it as a present! thank you so much for requesting and happy birthday again 💜

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Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy

masterlist | kinktober m.list

characters: cowboy jean kirstein x female!reader

summary: the bonfire at your family ranch gets interesting when one of your dad’s cowboys, jean kirstein, decides to join the group after work. with a little liquid courage, your decide it’s time to make your move on him - and hope that nobody catches you.

contains: omg uhm where do i start? cowboy jean (HOOOOOT AS FUCK), the word darlin’ maybe a lil too much, oral sex (female receiving), jean on his knees (hope my screaming didn’t bother you), fingering, jean and another character with southern drawls, they obviously get caught doing the deed, the use of good girl at least once, that’s all i can think of at the moment ENJOY <3

wc: 7.4k

ao3 | wattpad

The fire crackles low and lazy, its amber glow dancing off the weathered faces of family and friends scattered around the bonfire. It's tradition—every summer, the ranch opens its arms to neighbors, cowboys, and anyone passing through with a good story to share. Tonight, the air's heavy with the scent of mesquite smoke and charred meat, laughter rolling into the star-punched sky like it has every year.

You're nursing your bottle of whiskey, letting it's heat settle low in your stomach as conversations and laughter roll around you. The bonfire's crackle blends with the chatter of voices, but it's all just background noise until you hear that familiar drawl.

"Sorry I'm late, y'all."

The words cut through the night, smooth and unhurried, and you can't help but turn toward the sound.

Jean's sauntering over from the stables with that tired, satisfied slouch of a man who's spent the whole day working the land.

His button-up shirt, a faded denim blue, clings to his toned chest, the fabric stretched just enough to hint at the muscle beneath. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing forearms corded with strength and dusted with golden tan. His jeans are smeared with dirt and worn from hard work, but it's the way his Wranglers hug his legs, all snug over his thighs and hips, that really holds your attention. The hint of sweat at his collarbone only adds to the rugged, effortless appeal that's been driving you crazy for months.

He gives your dad a polite nod, murmurs something low you can't quite catch, but it's the way his gaze sweeps over the group before landing on you that makes your breath catch.

Instead of joining the group, he settles himself on a log just outside the main circle, far enough away to keep his distance but close enough to watch everything. You can't help but notice the way he stretches his legs out, leaning back on his hands like he's trying to take up as much space as possible. He's too damn comfortable for his own good. Or maybe yours.

A little liquid courage burns warm in your veins. It's enough to push you to your feet and make your way over, cheeks flushed more from nerves than the heat.

"You finally decided to join us," you say, sinking down beside him on the log. Close enough for your knee to brush his. Close enough to see the glint of curiosity that flares in his gaze.

"Couldn't leave you all to have fun without me," he drawls, voice like gravel dipped in honey. "Figured I'd at least get a drink out of it."

"Well, you've missed most of the beer, but there's whiskey left. If you can handle it." You tilt your head, watching his expression shift—half-amused, half-challenged.

"Oh, I can handle a lot more than whiskey, darlin'."

The words settle low in your stomach, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, searching for a hint of teasing. Jean's gaze doesn't waver, and there's a spark of something dangerous in it. Something that tells you this might be the night you've been waiting for.

From the way his gaze lingers a little too long on your mouth, you think he's been waiting for it, too.

You're not sure if it's the whiskey or the way Jean's gaze feels like it's burning straight through you, but you don't look away. Instead, you let the corners of your mouth curve up, just enough to hint that you're playing along.

"Guess you'll have to prove it," you say lightly, tossing the challenge back at him.

Jean huffs a laugh, low and rough, but his eyes are locked on yours like you've got his full attention. Around you, the others are wrapped up in their own conversations, their voices drifting like background music. Nothing but noise.

Wordlessly, you hold out your whiskey bottle, the glass cool against your palm. His gaze flickers to it, then back to you, something curious and hungry sparking in his eyes.

He takes the bottle from your hand, his fingers brushing yours for just a second before he lifts it to his mouth. His throat works as he takes a long, slow swig, the motion somehow just as captivating as the way his eyes never leaves yours.

"Smooth," he says, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, his eyes still on you. "Not bad. But I think you're the one who's got something to prove."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"That you can keep up."

The words are casual, but the glint in his eye is anything but. And damn if you're not ready to rise to the challenge.

"Think you've got me figured out, huh?" you say, voice low enough that only he can hear. You lean in just a little, the warmth of the fire mixing with the heat radiating off him.

"Maybe," he says, his drawl thickening like he's letting his guard slip, bit by bit. "Maybe not. But I reckon I'm startin' to."

He looks at you like he's daring you to push him further. Like he's hoping you will.

You reach for the bottle still in his hand and take a swig. It burns down your throat, but you barely feel it over your pulse thudding hot and heavy beneath your skin.

"Maybe I'll let you figure me out then." The words fall easy from your lips, but they hang there between you, challenging him to do something about them.

Jean's smile is a slow, wicked thing. "Careful now, darlin'. A line like that might get you into trouble."

"Maybe I like trouble."

And there it is—the truth you've been dancing around for months now, finally laid bare between the crackle of the fire and the low hum of voices just feet away. You can feel the shift between you, something that leaves your mouth dry and your skin buzzing.

Jean glances up at the other's, a quick, instinctual check to make sure nobody's paying attention. The others are lost in their own worlds, oblivious to the game you and Jean are playing.

His hand drops to your knee, casual enough to look innocent if someone happens to glance over, but the weight of it feels anything but. His thumb traces a slow, lazy circle over your jeans, like he's testing the waters.

"Still feelin' brave?" he murmurs, his voice pitched low and dangerous.

"I guess that depends," you breathe. "Are you finally going to do something about it?"

Jean's eyes darken, his fingers tightening just slightly against your leg. "Maybe we oughta take a little walk. Unless you're too chicken to be alone with me."

You're on your feet before he's even finished talking.

"Come on, cowboy," you toss over your shoulder, catching the flicker of surprise in his gaze before it turns into something more eager. "Let's see if you can keep up."

You lead him away from the bonfire, his footsteps crunching softly over the dry grass as you wind your way toward the edge of the property. The glow of the fire shrinks to a faint orange flicker behind you, the noise and laughter fading to nothing but a distant hum.

Your destination is one of the old barns, a relic left to weather and rot, mostly forgotten and unused. You know the ranch hands sneak off here sometimes when they want to drink in peace or play cards out of your dad's watchful eye — and tonight, it's exactly the kind of quiet, out-of-the-way spot you're looking for.

One of Jean's hands finds the small of your back, his touch light but steady, guiding you along like he's already made up his mind about how this night is going to end. The warmth of his fingers against you sends a shiver straight through your skin, anticipation curling hot and restless in your belly.

When you slip inside of the barn, the night's suddenly quieter, the air cooler, and the only sound you can hear is Jean's steady, deliberate breathing. And your own, a little faster now.

"Looks like I've got you alone, after all." he says, his voice a low rumble that curls down your spine.

You lean back against the rough wooden planks, cool against your flushed skin, and Jean's standing just a breath away, eyes locked on yours with a look that's almost predatory. Not harsh—more like he's savoring this moment, drawing it out just to watch you squirm.

"You sure you know what you're askin' for, darlin'?" he murmurs, his voice as smooth as the whiskey still lingering on your tongue. "Because once I start, I'm not gonna be easy to stop."

"Who said I wanted you to stop?" you fire back, but your voice trembles just enough to make his grin widen. That slow, knowing smile of his sends another rush of heat rolling through you.

"Bold. I like that." His hand rises, knuckles grazing your cheek with a touch so gentle it feels almost reverent. But there's nothing innocent about the way his thumb skims over your bottom lip, dragging it down just enough to make your breath catch. "Been thinkin' about this, you know. About you."

The confession steals your words, leaves you staring at him like you're trying to read every filthy little thought he's had about you. Because God, you've had more than a few about him.

"Funny," you manage, your voice softer now. "I've been thinking about you, too."

He hums, like he's pleased with your honesty. "Then I guess we're done with all that thinkin', huh?"

Before you can answer, his mouth is on yours. Not rough, not desperate. Just thorough. Like he's been dying to take his time with you and he's damn well going to enjoy every second.

His lips are warm and teasing, coaxing rather than demanding, and it makes your head swim. Your fingers tangle in his shirt, pulling him closer until his body presses against yours, solid and unyielding. The smell of leather, sweat, and something distinctly Jean fills your senses, leaves you feeling heady and reckless.

He kisses you until your knees feel weak, until you're arching up against him just to get a little more. And when he finally pulls back, you're both breathing harder, the space between you gone but still not enough.

"Just like I thought," he says, his voice roughened by desire. "You taste even better than you look."

The compliment makes heat flare in your belly, but it's his hands that really do you in. One slips around your waist, tugging your hips against his. The other wanders lower, fingers tracing the waistband of your jeans with a touch that's far too casual for what it's doing to you.

"Been wonderin' what you'd feel like," he continues, his breath hot against your ear. "How sweet you'd sound when I finally got my hands on you."

You swallow hard, your pulse thrumming in your throat. "Guess you should find out, then."

He chuckles, the sound rich and pleased. "Guess I should."

His hand slips beneath your tank top, calloused fingers gliding over bare skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You gasp at the contact, and his mouth is right there again, swallowing the sound with another slow, devastating kiss.

His hands slide up, taking the hem of your shirt with them, his touch firm but unhurried. He breaks the kiss just long enough to tug the tank top over your head and toss it aside, leaving you standing there in jeans and bra.

"Damn," Jean breathes, his gaze raking over you with such blatant appreciation it leaves your skin burning. His hands find your waist, then slide up to your ribs, his thumbs brushing along the underside of your breasts like he's testing your reaction. "You're fuckin' gorgeous, you know that?"

You barely have time to catch your breath before his mouth is back on you, lips tracing down your neck, his stubble scraping deliciously against your skin. He trails kisses lower, his mouth finding the tops of your breasts, his hands sliding up to cup them through your bra.

"Been wantin' to get my hands on you like this for so damn long," he admits, his voice muffled against your skin. "Feels even better than I thought it would."

His thumbs drag over your nipples, slow and deliberate, the friction just enough to make you whimper. The wicked smirk that curves his lips says he knows exactly what he's doing. And when he tugs the cups of your bra down, baring you completely, his mouth is on you in an instant.

"Jean—" His name spills from your lips as his tongue flicks over one nipple, then the other, his mouth hot and greedy as he sucks and nips, alternating between gentle and rough until your chest is heaving and your nails are scraping over his shoulders.

"Sweet as honey," he rasps, his lips brushing over the curve of your breast before his mouth crashes back to yours, all heat and hunger. His hands roam over your body like he's trying to memorize every inch of you, fingers tracing over your bare skin and leaving sparks of pleasure in their wake.

"Been dreamin' about this," he murmurs against your mouth, his voice thick and low. "Touchin' you. Takin' my time with you."

He palms your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples with that same slow, teasing precision that's got your breath stuttering. The way he watches you, like he's savoring every little reaction, has your pulse pounding even harder.

"God, Jean," you gasp, your back arching as his mouth dips lower again, teeth grazing over sensitive skin before he soothes it with his tongue.

"Easy now," he says with a crooked grin, his breath warm against your chest. "Ain't no need to rush. I'm plannin' on enjoyin' this."

His mouth stays right where it is, trailing over the soft skin of your breasts with maddening precision. His lips brush over the curve of one, then the other, his tongue flicking over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth with a slow, deliberate pull.

You whimper, your back arching into him, and Jean's hands tighten on your hips, steadying you as he keeps working you over with that same, unhurried determination. His thumbs continue to tease your nipples, rolling them between his fingers until pleasure curls low and hot in your belly.

"God, you're sensitive," he murmurs, his voice thick and hungry as his mouth moves from one breast to the other, paying each equal, devastating attention. "Could stay right here all night."

His hands never stop moving, fingers tracing down your sides, over the curve of your hips, and back up again to cup your breasts like he can't get enough of touching you. The way he's looking at you, like he's memorizing every little reaction, has your head spinning.

"Jean, please..." you manage, your voice wrecked and pleading.

"Patience, darlin'," he drawls, though his own voice sounds strained. "I wanna take my time with you."

Even as he says it, his hands start drifting lower, fingers trailing down your stomach before finding the button of your jeans and popping it open with a casual ease that leaves your breath hitching.

"Still feelin' brave?" he asks, the challenge clear in his voice.

"Brave enough to make you hurry up," you bite back, even if your voice is embarrassingly shaky.

Jean just chuckles. A low, delicious rumble that makes your stomach twist. "Now, now. Patience." His fingers hook in the waistband of your jeans, dragging them down just enough to make you shiver. "Good things come to those who wait."

You can feel his smile against your neck, that teasing confidence of his like a dare you're desperate to take. And when his hand finally slips between your thighs, his touch firm and knowing, you nearly lose your damn mind.

"Yeah," he drawls, his voice thick and low as your body arches into his touch. "Just as soft as I thought. So damn perfect."

Jean's fingers work between your thighs with a skill that leaves you trembling. He's not just touching you—he's learning you, testing what makes you gasp, what makes your hips twitch against his hand like you're trying to get closer, trying to pull him deeper.

"Easy there," he chuckles, voice thick and honey-smooth. "Didn't think you'd be this needy already. What's got you so worked up, darlin'? Just me?"

You bite your lip, trying to smother a whimper as his fingers press more insistently against you, slipping beneath the fabric with a confidence that leaves your head spinning. "You're such an ass," you manage, but the breathlessness of your voice ruins the bite.

"Maybe," he murmurs, lips brushing your ear as his fingers find the wet heat waiting for him. "But you like me like this, don't you?"

Your only answer is a strangled moan when he slides one finger along your slick cunt, the teasing touch driving you out of your mind. He's grinning—damn him—because he knows exactly what he's doing.

"God, you're already so wet," he says, like it's the best compliment he could ever give you. "All for me?"

"Jean..." His name is a plea, low and desperate, and he clearly loves the way it sounds falling from your lips.

"Shh, I got you," he soothes, his voice all honeyed drawl and dangerous intent. "Just let me take my time, darlin'. Been thinkin' about this for too damn long to rush it."

You want to argue, to tell him that if he drags this out any longer, you're going to lose your mind. But then he's sliding a finger inside you, slow and deliberate, and every coherent thought scatters like leaves in the wind.

"Fuck," you gasp, your back arching against the barn wall. The rough wood scrapes against your shoulders, but you can barely feel it over the way Jean's touch makes your whole body thrum.

"Just like that," he murmurs, his eyes locked on your face like he's cataloging every little reaction. "You feel so damn good. You know that?"

"Jean—"

"Yeah, darlin'?" His voice is all smug satisfaction, his thumb circling over your clit with just enough pressure to make your knees go weak.

"You're—" The words stick in your throat when he adds a second finger, stretching you with that same slow, relentless thoroughness that's making you crazy. "You're such a tease."

He chuckles, the sound rumbling against your neck where his lips are grazing over your skin. "Maybe. But from the way you're fallin' apart on my hand, I'd say you don't mind too much."

He's not wrong. You can't even pretend to argue when he starts pumping his fingers in and out, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure curling through your body. His thumb never stops its lazy, devastating circles, and it's enough to have you grinding your hips against his hand, chasing the friction he's giving so generously.

"Look at you," he whispers, his voice gone rougher now, strained like he's barely holding himself back. "So damn pretty when you're like this. Could watch you fall apart all night."

You're already on the edge, trembling and panting, his words only making it worse. Better. Both.

"Jean, please—"

Your voice is nothing but a broken plea, and Jean's eyes flick up to meet yours, that wicked smirk spreading over his lips.

"Could listen to you beg all night," he murmurs, but then he's sinking to his knees in front of you, his hands gripping your hips to hold you steady.

Before you can catch your breath, his mouth is on you, his tongue gliding over your slick folds with a hunger that leaves your head spinning. The first hot, greedy swipe over your clit has your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard enough to drag a groan from his throat.

The vibration only makes the pleasure coil tighter, your hips jerking against his face as he works you over with that same maddening precision. His tongue circles your clit, flicking and sucking until your thighs are trembling around his head.

"Fuck, Jean—" you gasp, your voice wrecked and desperate.

His fingers keep pumping into you, slow and relentless, matching the rhythm of his mouth as his tongue plays with your clit, teasing and stroking until you're damn near sobbing.

"Look at you," he growls between kisses, his voice thick and smug. "Fallin' apart on my tongue. Tastes even better than I imagined."

You can't think, can't even breathe properly. All you can do is cling to him, your nails scraping over his scalp as he drags you closer and closer to that breaking point.

Your fingers stay buried in his hair, tugging every time his tongue circles your clit just right. And judging by the low, greedy sounds rumbling from his throat, he fucking loves it.

"Shit," you gasp, your voice splintered and breathless. "So fucking good."

He groans against you, the vibration sending another shock of pleasure straight through your core. His fingers curl inside you, finding that perfect spot that has your hips jerking forward, your knees damn near giving out.

"Yeah, that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick and wrecked between his filthy kisses. "Knew you'd be sweet, but fuck—you're somethin' else."

His tongue drags over your clit again, flicking and sucking in a way that's downright obscene. His pace picks up, his fingers pumping into you harder now, matching the desperate rhythm of his mouth. It's relentless, overwhelming, and exactly what you need.

Your body's already coiling tight, every nerve stretched to the breaking point. The sounds you're making are shameless, echoing in the quiet night air, but you can't bring yourself to care. Not when he's dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

"Jean, I—fuck, I'm gonna—"

"Do it," he growls, his breath hot and desperate against your cunt. "Come for me, darlin'."

His mouth seals over your clit, his fingers driving into you with just the right amount of roughness, and that's all it takes. Pleasure crashes through you, ripping a ragged cry from your throat as your body clenches tight around his fingers. Your thighs tremble around his head, your fingers tugging hard at his hair, but Jean doesn't let up.

He keeps working you through it, his mouth and hands dragging every last drop of pleasure out of you until you're nothing but a shaking, breathless mess slumped against the barn wall.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice a low, satisfied rumble as he finally pulls back. His chin's glistening, eyes dark and hungry as he looks up at you. "Fuckin' beautiful."

He rises to his feet slowly, his body pressing against yours again, and his mouth crashes over yours in a kiss that's all heat and desperation. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and somehow, it only makes you want him more.

A broken whimper slips from your throat, the sound raw and needy, and Jean's eyes darken like he can feel your desperation pouring off you.

"What do you need, darlin'?" he murmurs, his voice low and taunting, like he's enjoying drawing this out just to watch you squirm.

"I need you," you gasp, your fingers clutching at his shoulders like you can't stand another second of waiting. "Inside me. Now."

His eyes flash with hunger, his smirk turning wicked. "Good girl."

His fingers slide free of you, and he's already pushing your jeans and underwear down your legs, his hands trembling just enough to make you smirk. He kneels to tug off your boots one at a time, his touch almost careful before he sets them aside. Then your jeans and underwear are gone in one swift motion, and he tosses them on top of your boots without a second thought.

"Who's the needy one now?" you manage, voice all ragged edges.

"Maybe I've been a little desperate myself," he admits, his voice gruff as he yanks his belt open. "Thinkin' about this. About you."

Your hands slide up his chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle through his shirt before reaching for the buttons. You fumble with them, a little too eager, but Jean just smirks, his hands dropping to your waist to give you space to work.

"You're killin' me here," he mutters, but he doesn't stop you. Just watches, eyes hooded and hungry, as you work each button free, exposing more of his sun-bronzed skin. You push the fabric off his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms, and your hands are back on him before the shirt even hits the ground.

His skin is warm under your palms, firm and a little rough from days spent working under the sun. You trail your fingers down his stomach, tracing the faint line of hair that disappears beneath his waistband. Jean hisses a breath through his teeth, his hips giving a little twitch against yours.

"Goddamn," he breathes, and that's all the warning you get before he's shoving his jeans and briefs low enough to free his cock, thick and already aching.

You reach for him, wrapping your hand around him and giving a slow, deliberate stroke that makes his breath stutter.

"Fuck, darlin'," he groans, eyes fluttering shut for half a second before they're back on you, burning hot. "If you keep doin' that, I ain't gonna last."

"Then you better hurry up, cowboy."

A strained, breathless sound escapes him, but there's a flicker of hesitation tangled up with all that hunger. "Shit. Just one problem, darlin'. I ain't got a condom on me."

The admission sends a jolt of surprise through you, but it only makes your pulse pound harder.

"I don't care," you say, the words slipping out before you can second-guess them. "I need you. Now."

"Fuck," Jean breathes, his voice gone rough and desperate. "You sure?"

"Yes." Your fingers curl into his bare shoulders, your eyes locked on his. "Please."

A shaky breath leaves him, his gaze burning as he reaches down to grab his discarded shirt from the dirt. Without a word, he drapes it over your shoulders, the worn fabric shielding your back from the rough wood.

"Can't have you gettin' all scraped up, darlin'," he murmurs, his voice still rough and wrecked. "Ain't lettin' some splinters ruin this."

Before you can even respond, his hands are on you, grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up against the barn wall with a strength that leaves you gasping. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, the heat of his body pressing into yours as his gaze locks on yours.

"You ready for me?" he asks, and there's a softness beneath the heat—like he needs to be sure.

"Yes," you breathe.

He pushes into you slowly, inch by torturous inch, like he's savoring the feeling of you stretching around him. And the stretch burns in the best way, your body clinging to him, desperate to take him deeper.

"Goddamn," he groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "You feel so fuckin' good."

You clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in as he starts to move, pulling back only to thrust in again, a little harder this time.

The worn fabric of his shirt presses between your skin and the barn wall, but all you can feel is him—filling you, dragging pleasure out of you until you're panting against his neck.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice breaking on a groan when you clench around him. "Take me, gorgeous. Just like that."

He starts a steady rhythm, his hips rolling into yours with a precision that leaves you gasping, the pleasure building sharp and heavy in your core. And just when you think you might break apart, he adjusts his angle, hitting something inside you that sends a shockwave of heat tearing through your veins.

"Jean, fuck—"

"Yeah?" His voice is all gravel and honey, and you can tell he's barely holding on himself. "Fuck, darlin'."

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, your fingers digging into his shoulders, clinging to him as his rhythm drives you higher and higher. The world's narrowed down to just this—his hands gripping your thighs, his body pressing you into the wall, the way he fills you so perfectly you feel like you might shatter.

"That's it," he rasps, his breath hot against your neck. "Just like that. Take me. You feel so fuckin' good, you know that?"

His words send another rush of heat through you, your body clenching tight around him as you chase that burning, aching pleasure building inside you. Jean's pace stutters for a second, a choked groan spilling from his lips when he feels you clench around him.

"Shit—don't do that or I'm gonna—"

"Then do it," you gasp, your own pleasure teetering on the edge. "Fuck. Don't stop, Jean."

The way you say his name does something to him. You see it in the way his jaw clenches, his eyes squeezing shut for a split second before his thrusts turn rougher, harder, driving into you with a desperation that leaves you reeling.

You're so close it's maddening, your whole body tensing, every nerve set on fire as he hits that perfect spot over and over again.

"Come on, beautiful," he growls, his voice all rough desperation. "Need to feel you cum on my cock. Fuck, you're squeezin' me so good—drivin' me outta my damn mind."

Then the pleasure slams into you, your release crashing over you in a wave so powerful your vision whites out for a second.

"Jean—" The cry tears from your throat, half his name, half a broken sob of pleasure as your body spasms around him. The intensity of your orgasm leaves you trembling, your walls clenching tight around his cock in a way that makes him groan, his hips faltering for just a moment before he finds his rhythm again.

"Fuck, darlin'," he rasps, his voice wrecked and filthy as he keeps driving into you, dragging out every last bit of your pleasure. "Takin' me so damn well. So fuckin' good—watching you come apart like this."

He leans in, his mouth brushing hot against your ear, his words nothing but a rough, breathless whisper. "You feel so goddamn good. Makin' me lose my fuckin' mind."

He's still fucking you, his thrusts steady and unrelenting, his breathing ragged as he chases the pleasure building between you. His hands grip your hips like he can't get enough, like he's determined to push you over the edge all over again.

"Hey! Jean, you out here?"

The voice snaps through the haze like ice water to the face.

Connie. One of your dad's other ranch hands. One of Jean's best friends.

Fuck.

Panic surges through you, but Jean's body is still pressed tight against yours, his cock still buried deep as his head jerks up, eyes wide with shock.

"Shit," Jean mutters under his breath, his gaze darting to the corner of the barn where the footsteps are approaching. "Connie, uh—now's not really a good time, man."

There's a beat of silence, like maybe Connie's about to turn around and walk away. Instead, you hear him laugh. "What the hell are you talkin' about? Just needed to—"

Connie's voice cuts off as he rounds the corner and sees you both. His eyes go wide, his mouth hanging open like he's just been hit over the head with a shovel.

"Oh. Oh, shit."

You can feel the heat flood your face, embarrassment slamming into you even harder than the lingering pleasure. But Jean's body stays braced against yours, his arms tightening instinctively around you, almost like he's making sure you're covered—even if he's still very much inside you.

"Fucking christ, Connie, ever heard of givin' a man some damn privacy?" Jean snaps, though there's still a hitch in his voice, like his body hasn't fully recovered from what just happened.

"I—shit, sorry, man, I didn't—" Connie's stumbling over his words, eyes flickering between your flustered face and the way Jean's body is still pressed tight against yours. His throat works as he swallows, and you can practically see the moment his shock turns into something else.

"Well... fuck. Didn't expect to walk in on you two like this," Connie says, voice lowering, his gaze dragging over the two of you with a curiosity that borders on fascination. And maybe something even dirtier. "Guess I was interruptin' somethin' real good, huh?"

"Just—turn around and walk away, asshole," Jean growls, but his tone lacks its usual sharpness. Probably because he's still buried deep inside you, his own arousal clearly not fading as quickly as it should be.

Connie doesn't move. Instead, he leans against the barn wall, eyes glinting with something you can't quite place. "Didn't know you had it in you, Jean. Or you, for that matter," he adds, his gaze flicking to you, and the way his attention lingers on your half-bare body sends a shiver through you.

It should feel humiliating. And it does, a little. But there's something else there, too. Something that makes your skin prickle and your thighs clench around Jean's hips.

"Come on, man," Jean snaps, his voice rough. "Ain't you got better things to do?"

Connie's smirk is downright filthy now as he crosses his arms over his chest, settling in like he's got all the time in the world. "Maybe. But hell, I wasn't expectin' a show when I came out here." His gaze drops, and his tongue flicks over his lower lip. "Sure looks like you two were havin' a good time."

"Connie..." Jean's voice holds a warning, but you can feel the way his body reacts against yours, that slight twitch of his cock still buried inside you.

Connie notices it, too. His eyes gleam, his curiosity turning wicked. "Huh. Guess you're not quite done, are you?"

Your own breath catches at the implication, your body traitorously heating up all over again. Jean's gaze flicks back to you, searching your face like he's trying to gauge your reaction.

"Sorry, darlin'," he mutters, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'll get him to leave if you want me to. Just say the word."

The way his hips are still pressing into yours, his cock still twitching inside you, tells you he's not entirely against the idea of Connie watching — and to your surprise, neither are you.

Connie's eyes haven't left the two of you, his gaze trailing over where Jean's hips are still locked against yours, his cock still buried deep inside you. The weight of Connie's attention is almost unbearable, your skin prickling with heat as you cling to Jean's shoulders.

"Connie, I swear to God..." Jean growls, but the way his voice shakes just makes Connie's smirk widen.

"Relax, man. I ain't tryin' to jump in or nothin'." Connie's voice is lazy, low, like he's settling in to enjoy the view. "But fuck, you two are really somethin'. Never would've guessed you'd be out here fuckin' against the barn like a couple'a animals."

His words send a rush of embarrassment through you, but it's tangled up with something dirtier, something that makes your body clench around Jean in a way that leaves him groaning.

"Shit—" Jean hisses, his fingers tightening on your hips. "You like that, huh?" he breathes, his eyes searching your face. "Him watchin' us like this?"

You should be horrified. Mortified. But the way Jean's voice turns ragged when he realizes just how much this is turning you on is almost as thrilling as the fact that Connie's still standing there, openly staring.

"I—" Your voice breaks when Jean rolls his hips against yours, grinding deep enough to make your breath hitch. "Jean, please."

"Please, what?" His teasing drawl is back, but now it's threaded with hunger, his gaze flicking over your shoulder to where Connie's still watching. "You wanna put on a show for him, darlin'? Let him see how good I make you feel?"

"Fuck," Connie mutters from behind Jean, and the roughness of his voice makes you realize just how affected he is. "This is so fucked up..."

He doesn't leave. No, he stays rooted in place, his eyes devouring every filthy detail of you and Jean tangled together. And when you dare to glance over Jean's shoulder, your gaze locks on the way Connie's hand has drifted to the front of his jeans, palming himself through the fabric.

The sight sends a fresh rush of heat flooding your veins, your pulse thudding so loudly you're sure they can both hear it. From the way Jean's breathing speeds up, his hips pressing harder against yours, you know he's more than aware of what's happening.

"Guess you're not as shy as you act, huh?" Jean rasps, his mouth brushing over your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin in a way that leaves you shivering. "Gettin' all hot and bothered just knowin' he's watchin' us?"

"Jean..." It's not even a real word anymore, just a broken, pleading sound as he starts moving again, his cock dragging slow and deep inside you, like he's determined to make this last even with Connie's attention burning over you both.

"Damn," Connie murmurs, his voice gone hoarse.

You catch a glimpse of him, eyes hooded and dark, his hand now shoved down the front of his jeans. His arm moves in a slow, steady rhythm, matching the lazy roll of Jean's hips as he fucks into you with that same teasing intensity.

"You like that?" Jean asks, his voice nothing but gravel and heat.

"Knowing he's gettin' off to the way I'm fuckin' you?"

You can't even pretend to deny it, your body tightening around him in a way that has him groaning, his hips jerking against yours. And from the way Connie's eyes widen, you can tell he noticed it, too.

"Fuck, Jean..." you gasp, nails raking over his shoulders as he drives into you harder now, like he's giving in to the filthiness of it all. Like he wants Connie to see exactly how well he's ruining you.

"Yeah, that's it," Jean growls, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and heat, his hips pistoning into you now with a force that leaves you whimpering. "Show him how good you take me. How much you love this."

You can barely breathe, every thrust dragging another broken sound from your throat as Jean fucks you against the barn like he's desperate to leave you a wrecked, trembling mess. And the worst part? Knowing Connie's standing there, stroking himself to the sight of it.

"Oh, fuck—" Connie groans, his hand moving faster, his eyes glued to the place where Jean's body keeps slamming into yours. "You two... fuck, that's hot."

The filthy praise sends a fresh jolt of arousal straight through you, and Jean must feel it, because his thrusts turn even rougher, his rhythm crumbling into something frantic and punishing.

"Gonna come for me again, darlin'?" Jean rasps, his voice cracking under the strain of holding himself together. "Let him watch you come all over my cock."

Somehow, the idea of it—of coming with Connie watching, knowing he's jerking himself off to the sight—has you spiraling over the edge before you can even brace yourself. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your whole body convulsing around Jean's cock as you choke out a desperate, shattered moan.

"Goddamn," Connie chokes out, and when you manage to drag your gaze back to him, you see him shudder, his hand jerking hard and fast as he watches you fall apart. The way his jaw clenches, his eyes squeezing shut—it's obvious he's coming, spilling into his own hand with a broken, muffled groan.

The sight is so filthy it almost sends you tumbling over the edge all over again. And from the sound Jean makes—half-growl, half-whimper—you know he's just as affected. His thrusts turn frantic, his hips slamming into yours like he's barely holding himself together.

"Fuck—darlin'," he rasps, his voice splintered and wrecked. "Where do you want me? Tell me where you want me to cum."

The question tears through you, sending a fresh wave of heat crashing over your already trembling body. His desperation is painted all over his face, eyes locked on yours like your answer is the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

"Inside me," you gasp, your own voice shaking. "I want you to cum inside me."

Jean's jaw clenches, a ragged groan ripping from his throat as he slams into you one last time, burying himself deep with a guttural, desperate sound. His head falls into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and uneven against your skin as his whole body trembles through the force of his release.

For a moment, everything's hazy. All you can feel is Jean's chest heaving against yours, the heat of his breath still fanning over your neck, and the sticky, shameful satisfaction of knowing Connie got off to the sight of you both.

"Fuck..." Connie finally breathes, his voice ragged. "Didn't mean to interrupt, but... damn."

You can't even bring yourself to answer, your limbs still trembling as Jean slowly pulls out of you, his eyes locked on your face like he's making sure you're okay.

"Shit," Jean mutters, a breathless, dazed grin tugging at his lips.

Jean's arms are still braced around you, his breathing heavy and uneven as his forehead presses against yours. His eyes search your face with a softness that feels almost surreal after everything you just did.

"You good, darlin'?" he murmurs, his voice still rough from the pleasure he's only just come down from.

"Yeah," you whisper back, a breathless, giddy laugh bubbling out of you. "Better than good."

"Good." His lips brush over yours, a gentle, lazy kiss that feels worlds away from the desperate way he was fucking you just moments ago. "Wasn't exactly plannin' on givin' the poor bastard a free show, though."

You snicker, your legs still trembling as you lower them from around his waist, your feet unsteady on the ground. "I dunno. He didn't seem too mad about it."

"Yeah, no shit." Jean huffs a laugh, glancing over his shoulder to where Connie's wiping his hand off on a rag he pulled from his back pocket. The bastard's smirking, his gaze still shamelessly lingering over the two of you.

"Well, damn. Gotta say, you two sure know how to put on a hell of a show," Connie drawls, his grin pure, unfiltered mischief. "Wasn't expectin' my night to end like this, but I sure as hell ain't complainin'."

Jean's groan is more exasperated than anything else. "Connie, you got five seconds to fuck off before I start throwin' punches."

Connie raises his hands, but the grin never leaves his face. "Alright, alright. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone."

He turns to walk away, but pauses just before disappearing around the corner. His gaze flicks between you and Jean, his eyes gleaming with shameless curiosity and that signature cocky swagger.

"Just sayin'," Connie calls over his shoulder, voice all easy confidence. "Maybe next time, send me an invite?"

Jean's shoulders tense, his eyes narrowing as he growls, "Get lost, Connie."

Connie's laugh echoes through the night, carefree and completely unbothered as he strolls back toward the bonfire, leaving you and Jean standing there in the cooling darkness.

"Fucking bastard," Jean mutters, though his lips are twitching like he's fighting back a smile.

"You really think he meant that?" you ask, breathless and still a little dazed.

Jean's hands find your hips again, pulling you closer as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Don't care," he says. "Ain't nobody touchin' you but me."

The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, the heat stirring low in your belly all over again.

"Good," you say, your voice softer now, the lingering thrill making you grin. "Because I wasn't exactly planning on letting anyone else."

He smiles then, full and genuine, his gaze warm as he looks at you. "Guess we better head back before someone else comes lookin'."

"Yeah." You're both a mess, your clothes still tangled and your skin still buzzing with the aftershocks. But for once, you don't care.

Because the way Jean's looking at you? It's more than worth the risk.

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