#jean kirsten smut

[eli0004]

Fuck me With Feelings

Pairing: Fwb!Jean Kirstein x reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Jean and reader have been casually fucking, but Jean quickly learns that the whole no strings attached thing isn’t working for him. After confessing to reader, he’s unsatisfied with her response, but neglects to say anything and resumes their meetups as usual. He quickly finds out how badly he misunderstood, when the two of them engage in some very heavy, passionate and emotional sex on the kitchen floor.

Contains: marijuana usage, fem!reader, unprotected sex, fwb arrangement, praise, slight overstimulation, jean talks too much, biting, possessiveness, pining, jean is in love and SO soft for reader, fluffy shit, yk…the usual, no power dynamics.

“Wait…grab me the salt” You speak, lowering the cookbook to look at the tall male standing in front of you.

“Salt.” Jean announces as he sets the small white shaker on the counter beside you. You nod curtly, glancing at him out of the corner of your bleary red eyes with a smile as you turn back to the mixing bowl in front of you. Time is moving in slow motion, and all you can think about is getting some food in your stomach.

“Thanks. Now, it says we’re supposed to pour the mixture into the pan? Wait…shit, aren’t we supposed to butter the pan first?”

The two of you look at each other in shared confusion for a moment, before he begins laughing. You scoff in annoyance, rolling your eyes and shoving the cook book towards him to see for himself.

“Jesus Jean, can you be serious for 5 minutes?” You glare. The sandy-blonde stops laughing and looks at you with an unreadable expression, brown eyes glimmering with mischief before you both erupt in laughter.

As the giggles die out, he pokes at your side, causing you to jump in surprise, before stepping away from the counter.

“Alright alright, out of the way.” He sighs happily, taking the bowl from your hand. “Just leave it to the professional.” He turns up his nose, grinning playfully, as you roll your eyes and groan at his feigned arrogance. You slap his shoulder as you move away from the counter to change the music playing through your kitchen speaker.

It’s a Friday night, and the rain is coming down in sheets, slamming against your windows aggressively. Jean, dressed in a pair of grey sweats and a black oversized hoodie, had come over earlier in the evening as he has so many times before, although this time in particular, different from the rest. His demeanor had seemed slightly off, and it was clear something was on his mind, though he only seemed frustrated when you’d initially prodded.

The two of you had been seeing each other for months in secret, having mutual friends who would tease you both relentlessly if they found out you two were fucking. Because that’s all it was anyway, just harmless fucking. No strings attached, just blowing off steam. There wasn’t any need to announce it, and the both of you would’ve rather kept your business to yourselves anyway.

As time went on, however, Jean found himself hopelessly in love, having accidentally attached all the strings you’d told him to leave unattached. Your twinkling eyes, your sweet smile, the first thought he thinks in the morning, the last one of the night. Unbeknownst to him, the feeling was mutual, and you’d also quickly found yourself wanting to spend more time together outside of the bedroom. Earlier that morning, in a burst of courage Jean had texted you:

“i don’t think i can keep fucking with no feelings. I’m sorry…i just don’t know how to turn them off.”

Without much thought, you typed out a response:

“Ok…fuck me with feelings then. Duh.”

And that was that. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, stomach in knots all day, and a permanent frown etched onto his face. He felt defeated, stupid, for thinking he could stay away from you even if you didn’t feel the same.

The day progressed as usual, Jean arrived at your place 8 PM as usual, the two of you got violently high together as usual. By midnight, hungry and handsy, the two of you ended up in the kitchen trying to follow a recipe for skillet gnocchi, despite your altered cognitive abilities.

“Professional” Jean Kirstein is actually pretty good at cooking when he isn’t stoned out of his mind. But the task at hand is proving to be difficult now. The man stares at the skillet on the stove in confusion as you flip through your Spotify playlist. Recognizing the silence, you turn to him and glance over his shoulder.

“Everything ok over there?” You ask, raising a brow.

“Nothing is happening.” He states, matter of factly.

“Did you turn on the stove?”

“Oh..” He blushes furiously, thick brows pulling together as he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Well, shit” You immediately burst into laughter, slapping his shoulder a second time, affectionately.

“Wow! So “professional” of you!” You all but shout, doubled over against the counter and clutching your stomach. He rolls his hazy honey brown eyes, unamused at your exploitative jokes.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He grumbles, turning away from you to find the stove dial. You sigh contentedly as your laughter subsides.

“Oh Jeanbo~ you’re so fucking cute…” you hum mindlessly, gazing at him with a dopey smile.

…

Jean freezes. It’s the first time he’s ever really heard you say something like that, and the affection dripping from your words has his stomach fluttering and his mind reeling. It’s unfair, really, and it irritates him. He turns to look at you in surprise, brows furrowed, eyes meeting yours before he looks to the ceiling. His reddened cheeks puff out as he contemplates a response.

“Uh…you mean that?” He asks, suddenly feeling vulnerable. His eyes scan your face for any signs of dishonesty, wondering if you might be playing with his heart to get what you want from him. The way you’ve been speaking to him tonight is so drastically different than how you’ve been treating him for the last few months. Not that you’ve been treating him poorly, you’ve just never been this open about how you feel towards him. Your words feel deliberate and meaningful whereas before you’d only compliment him like that when your eyes were lust-blown and your hands were all over his body.

“Obviously, i thought we established that this morning” you deadpan, head tilting to the side.

“No, not really, i actually had no idea what to make of it.”

There’s a moment of silence as you two stare at each other, before the realization hits and you begin to feel guilty. Had your message not been as clear as you’d initially hoped it would be? Unsure of what to say, you close your mouth. Jean takes your silence as confirmation, and sighs, shoulders slumping dejectedly, quietly turning back to the stove to turn it on.

Thinking for a moment, you frown, drawing shapes on the countertop with eyes cast down like a kicked puppy. Wiggling out of your seat, you approach him where he stands at the stove, gazing up at him with a soft, nearly sympathetic smile. He doesn’t dare look at you, afraid his burning face will betray him, knocking down his mask of fragile-aloofness.

“Jean…” you tilt your head to the side, hair falling over your shoulder. Bringing a hand to his back, you draw slow, gentle circles there. He shivers, but his silence is unwavering. “Baby~ you know something?” You hum.

Jean glances at you and shrugs, tossing some stuff you don’t care to look at into the pan.

“I think you’re so handsome. I think you’re adorable, and goofy, and sweet. I think anyone would be lucky to be the object of your affection. I feel lucky that i get to be…” you coo at him, your hand dipping below his hoodie to scratch his bare back, how he likes it. He can’t help but smile at your words, blinking slowly as he turns to look down at you, your faces only a few inches apart from each other. “Yeah?” He whispers “go on”

You snort, rolling your eyes playfully at his blatant request for praise, and reach out to click the stove off, having a feeling about where this was going to lead.

“You’re funny, you always make me laugh…“ you whisper “You’re strong” squeezing his bicep slightly with your other hand, you rake your eyes down his body. “So sexy~”

The man’s cheeks are impossibly red, his head is spinning and his body feels like it’s burning up as he listens to you sing his praises. He glances down at your lips, nearly nose to nose with you as he grins. “What else?”

You smirk, beckoning him to turn and face you head on and pressing your body against his own. Your hands place themselves on his chest as you murmur “You’re all mine.”

Something feral snaps within him and he all but attacks your lips, pinning your hips against the counter with his own. Your hands scramble to grab onto the fabric of his hoodie, desperately yanking at it as you peel it off of him. Your lips dance together fervently, pressing against each other with such passion, as if he’s worried you’ll slip away from him if he doesn’t hold you tightly enough.

He shoves his hands under your college sweatshirt, running his warm palms over your bare breasts and brushing his thumbs over your peaked nipples. His touch draws a sharp gasp from your mouth against his lips, and he swallows the sound of it.

You lick against his bottom lip and he accepts it urgently, parting his lips and moving his eager tongue in rhythm with your own. Tangling your hands into the roots of his sandy blonde hair, you push your hips forward to grind against his erection and he throbs, soft, sweet groans muffled against your lips.

Jean grips your waist tightly, pulling you against him as he backs himself up against the counter, sliding down to the floor. Pulling you on top of him, he settles you against his lap, tossing his head back when your lips attach to the column of his throat.

“Fuck baby…fuck�� he gasps, feeling you sucking bruises into the skin. All visible places, and he knows why. The possessiveness, the feeling of finally belonging to you, it sends waves of intense arousal coursing through his bloodstream. Every movement you make, grinding your hips down against his hard cock sends his mind reeling with pleasure, senses wildly heightened by the pot in your systems.

“Gonna tell everyone that you’re mine baby, i’m so…fuck- happy you’re mine” he groans, guiding your hips to move against. You gasp softly at the friction, becoming increasingly wetter by the minute.

You pull away and quickly shimmy out of your pants, as best as you can while straddling the man’s lap. He brings his fingers down, eyeing the cute panties you wear before yanking them aside to collect your arousal on his fingers.

“Fuck..you’re so wet for me, all for me” he growls as he dips his slick digits into your pussy. His fingers are long, nimble, and curl up deliciously into the spongy spot inside you. You moan softly, feeling every inch of his middle and forefinger in places that your own fingers could never hope to reach.

“Oh god..Jean~ Fuck me” you moan out, rutting against his hand. He slides his fingers out of your hole, rubbing them against your clit and covering it in your own arousal. Tossing your head back, you groan at the loss of internal sensation, but you have no time to be disappointed as you hear him eagerly yanking the waistband of his sweats and underwear down to let his aching cock spring free. He’s leaking more than you’ve ever seen, precum dripping down the slit of his sensitive head and collecting below his navel.

Leaning in for another eager kiss, you swat his hand away and wrap your fingers around his shaft. He’s so deliciously thick, you can almost feel the stretch, the memory of it causing your cunt to throb. Biting his lip gently, you give him a few languid strokes, spreading the sticky precum over the length of him and guiding him to your entrance. His mind is hazy, he jolts as the sensation overwhelms him. You feel different this time, though he can’t pinpoint why.

You slide his tip through the slick folds of your pussy, before enveloping him in your wet warmth. jean nearly chokes on the strangled moan that erupts from his chest as you pull away from the kiss to toss your head back, breathing out a soft “fuck”.

His hands eagerly grip your waist, guiding you up and down on him slow and passionate. The pleasure coursing through him is building quickly in the form of an impending, earth shattering orgasm at the very core of his abdomen. The coil in his tummy, while not unfamiliar, is seemingly more intense than it’s ever been, he won’t last long. Why is he getting close so fast?

Suddenly it occurs to him as you bring your lips back to his own, kissing him passionately, and packed full of raw, unfiltered emotion. He feels wanted, he feels loved, he feels complete. Perhaps it’s the intimacy of having himself sheathed inside of you raw for the first time, it must be. Sex with you has never felt so intense and fulfilling than it does in this moment.

Your hips are moving quicker now as you chase your orgasm, every inch, every ridge, every vein of his length stroking your insides like it was hand crafted to fit there. Feeling your legs tense up, and your stomach begin to tighten, you throw your arms around Jean’s neck and pull him close, biting down on the muscle of his broad shoulder as you cum impossibly hard, eyes rolling back with a loud moan. He snakes his arms around your waist, holding you tightly there as he snaps his hips up into you, slamming into your cervix like his life depends on it. The feeling of your teeth in his skin threatens to push him over the edge.

“Baby! Right there- oh god keep doing that, don’t let go of me!” He rasps against the shell of your ear, and as you sink your teeth in deeper, mewling softly at the overstimulation, Jean cums with such intensity, he thinks he might ascend. More and more spurts out of him, and his body convulses with every rope of it, lurching him forward to moan loudly, muffled into your hair.

The sound of ragged breaths and sharp gasps echo off the kitchen walls as you both come down from the high of your orgasm, bodies tangled together and unmoving. After a minute, Jean’s hand finds itself in your hair, running his fingers through it affectionately. Something he’s wanted to do for a long time. He gazes down at you with adoration replacing old lust, smiling softly as you pull back to look at him.

The two of you stay that way for a minute or two, just panting against each other before he speaks.

“So…uh- does this mean-“ he glances down at the floor and then back up to meet your eyes.

“You’re never gonna get away from me” you grin, plopping down against his chest in exhaustion as you giggle slightly. He bites his lip, excitement bubbling up in him like a little kid, as he holds you tightly.

“Why would i ever wanna?”

[tsukimirecs]

104th cadet corps // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

jean kirstein

the roommate

dutch courage

babymaker

washing machine heart

bottled up

i stayed there, dust collecting

santa daddy

cake

wish, wish, wish

armin arlert

for one night

maneater

nine years

secret love affair

ripe fruit.

bright morning

reminder: thank reiner later

definition of a good boy

ocean eyes

mikasa ackerman

idol

bruises

arm wrestling

nocturne

stalker

dust, moon, and silver

the unbearable weight of staying

eren yeager

the way you are

bittersweet

say a little prayer

ocean's breath

midnight snacks

sweet dreams

emotional baggage

all over again

peppermint flavored kisses

connie springer

honey oat latte

promise

the unwritten law of college parties

free

anything but sex

[luverine]

Shower Thoughts ₊˚.༄

MDNI // NSFW

He can’t get you out of his head. The hot shower streams down his tense face.

He thought that it would distract him from the wet dream he had about you riding him holding onto his cock so tight. With the stupid cute smirk you always give him.

Groaning as his dick hardens once again aching for your sensitive wet hole.

He wraps his hand around his thickness moaning out your name like a prayer asking you to fit him inside you.

Thoughts continue to stream out of his mind the water making his slippery shiny skin desperate for your touch, your warmth.

Thinking about you putting your tongue on him, opening your mouth and welcoming his needy cock into your pretty mouth.

He goans out as cum spurs against the shower wall painting the blue tile white.

He sighs knowing he has to wash all over again and your still not here begging for his cock.

♡ DABI, Shigaraki, BAKUGOU, Kirishima, GETO, Gojo, EREN, Levi, Armin, JEAN, Leon, König ♡

Likes, Reblogs, and Comments appreciated

[rumisgf]

❝ YOUR BEST EATER ! ❞ ╰┈➤ AOT EDITION

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: rating how well aot men would eat you out ! (this is canon because i said so)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ includes: eren yeager, onyankopon, connie springer, jean kirstein, armin arlert

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: smut of course, crack, cursing, oral f!receiving, mentions of squirting, cum play if you squint, black!reader

EREN YEAGER - 7/10

✮ now i know y’all remember that one ao3 fic with the tongue piercing that went viral…

✮ yeah that was propaganda

✮ now listen listen— i’ll give him his flowers and he is good in bed

✮ but giving head isn’t his specialty

✮ BUTTTTT when he does eat you out, he makes you cum every time

✮ he spits on it :)

✮ in general his speciality? good dick

✮ he’ll eat you before he fucks you, but he can’t last too long cause the sight of you dripping has him rock hard

✮ one time you squirted while he gave you head and he swears he almost came in his pants

“so fuckin’ wet…”

“m-mm~!”

“jus’ a lil longer baby… need you nice and ready for my dick..”

ARMIN ARLERT - 8/10

✮ now him? head is definitely his forte

✮ there’s times he won’t even fuck you he just wants to taste you

✮ he whines.

✮ the vibrations of him moaning on your clit definitely sends chills down your spine

✮ and please, sit on his face

✮ he genuinely gets so pussy drunk and he stopped caring

✮ he just needs to taste you

✮ the feeling of you dripping on his face is addictive to him

✮ he just loves when you’re on top— whether it’s on his dick or his face

“please baby…need to taste you..”

“mhm? lay down for me then.”

JEAN KIRSTEIN - 6/10

✮ don’t shoot me i’m just the messenger

✮ i just feel like he would be too… rough… at first

✮ he generally likes rough sex so it’s just natural instinct to him

✮ butttt, when he does get the hang of it, it does feel good

✮ he just needed some practice

✮ he is good listener, i’ll give props for that

✮ the head is never terrible but he just can’t help but to wanna torment you a little it’s his favorite hobby

✮ he bit your clit once though. you had to smack him for that.

✮ he makes up for it though because the D is FIREEEE🔥🔥🔥!

“o-ow…jean wait..”

“sorry baby, got a little carried away…tell me how you want it, yeah?”

CONNIE SPRINGER - ♾️/10

✮ HE’S AN EATER!!!!

✮ he might as well tattoo ‘proud munch’ on his lip atp

✮ this man has skills that you have never seen before and he will have you whipped from how much you cream and squirt every time he goes down on you

✮ he’s so mean too… but in the best way possible

✮ you have an attitude? he’s eating it. you stressed? he’s eating it. you look good? he’s eating it.

✮ he doesn’t even have to spit on it with how wet you get

✮ he’ll eat it with your legs bent to your ears, from the side, from the back, on his knees, have you sit on his face, all that.

✮ he eats it before he puts it in by the way.

✮ and after. he’s nasty.

“ohmy- fuckkk~”

“i know baby, stay still… i’m not done witchu..”

ONYANKOPON - 9/10

✮ he just likes making you feel good

✮ he takes foreplay very seriously, so he likes taking his time with you

✮ he’ll definitely overstimulate you though, he thinks it’s fun

✮ he likes when you squirm it only turns him on more

✮ in contrary, he’s very sweet with it and does it to make you feel his love

✮ definitely big on body worship

✮ he’ll start off slow and massage your thighs while he tastes you

✮ his favorite thing is licking you clean after he already made you cum on his dick or with his fingers

“mmm~.. baby..”

“so pretty like this..just keep moaning f’ me..”

© rumisgf

[porcalinecunt]

perv! reiner + perv! jean is doing things to me rn . . . ♡

these scumbags seem like they mean no harm, acting all innocent with gentle tones and gentleman qualities. as if those two don’t try and lift up your tiny skirt to see if your panties are worth the steal, like they don’t stare at your thighs and ass while you walk to grab a snack. as if they don’t lean against your bedroom door while you fuck yourself with that pretty, girthy dildo. high pitched moans filling the guy’s ears as they palm themselves through their sweatpants, how they wish they were the ones pumping out those pretty sounds from you. maybe one day, they’ll find the courage to open the door and fix your little “problems” (〃ω〃) ♡

[tetzoro]

FROM THE START — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. jean kirstein !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : your last semester is coming to a close with finals only a breath away. but your feelings for jean rage now more than ever. with a ticking clock now set, there’s only a matter of time left to confess your true feelings.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI! f!reader. college au, pwp, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, praise, fingering, pet names (pretty girl, baby), jean has a horsecock, creampie. — WC : 5.1k.

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : this was going to be from a series i started a long time ago but i just condensed it into one lil fic. enjoy ^_^

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

“alright hot shot, tell me what you see.” jean asks, readying his pen up, wiggling himself in false anticipation. you roll your eyes and lay your head back on the towel.

you took a moment to appreciate your surroundings. the way the sun kissed your face, it’s touch warming your whole body up in the softest form of intimacy. gazing up at the clouds, you see a few notable shapes you could point out but your eyes wander to the water. the sound of crashing waves further soothing your mind as you take it all in. off on the horizon, you see the perfect formation of clouds.

“there!” you point up at a cluster of clouds. “it looks like a pirate ship with a whale swimming under it.”

“where the hell-“ jean trailed off, searching the sky for whatever abomination you were looking at. it was your guys' favorite game to play. you got to cloudgaze and point out the shapes in the sky while jean did a quick sketch of it so you could hold onto your piece of the cloud forever. “you’ve been watching too much one piece.” he grumped, starting to sketch.

“oh shut up.” giggling, you flip onto your stomach, watching him as he sketches. he always did a quick one, not wanting to linger on something for too long as he wanted to keep playing. his face was relaxed except for his eyebrows. the furrow of his brow matching the intensity of the grip on his pencil as it flew across the page. he was so lost in his own little world he didn’t realize you were staring. 

sighing from the lack of attention, you flip back over to look at the water. the waves were a force today, so strong that it scared even you to go into the water. but everyone else chanced fate as they swam around the shore.

“you better get your asses in the water!” eren shouts, making his way to you guys. judging by the look on his face, he was serious. 

“it’s too salty, i always get the water in my mouth.” jean complained, tucking his sketchbook away as eren made his approach. you never knew what kind of stunt he was going to pull.

“yeah? you wouldn’t even go in to save a damsel in distress?” eren smirked, his gaze turning on you as the water droplets dripped down his body.

“eren don’t you da-“ you squeal as he hoists you up, running towards the water as your literally kicking and screaming. eren just laughed as he rushed into the waves. the water wasn’t as cold as you thought it would be but it was still a shock. one that shut you up and made you cling to eren. “don’t you dare drop me.”

“wasn’t planning on it.” he smirked, giving you a tiny wink. “i was going to throw you.”

“eren!” you scream as he tosses you into the waves, water flowing into your mouth as you sunk down a little. you weren’t under the tide for long as an arm wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you up from under. 

“you’re such an ass.” jean’s voice rang out over erens laughter. you rub your eyes, trying to get excess water out before you turn your glare towards eren. you break from jeans’ hold as you launch yourself towards him, trying to push your weight on his head to push him under the water. but of course, he doesn’t budge.

“you’re so annoying.” you hiss, trying not to break out into giggles. “you always pull that shit.”

“come on, you like it. otherwise you would’ve learned your lesson by now and come swim with all of us sooner.”

you scoff, knowing that in his own twisted way, he was right. beach days like this were hard to come by, and with finals around the corner, it was much needed. 

mikasa and armin were on the shore, oblivious to the games that you guys were playing as they looked for shells. armin had his collection in his dorm, all the ones he’s found stuffed into a jar. 

connie and sasha had been in the ocean awhile ago but got out to take a snack break, leaving eren all alone in the water. hence, eren coming to bother you and jean. 

“still.” jean rolls his eyes, making his way by your side. “it’s not like you give us a chance to come in by ourselves. we’ve been here for what, 30 minutes?”

“classic jean, always complaining about something.” eren rolls his eyes right back at him, effectively pushing jeans buttons.

“why you little—“ jean took a step forward, only to be stopped by your hand on his chest. you look over and eren who tried to puff up his, ready for jean to come at him.

“alright guys, knock it off.” you sigh, looking over to mikasa for back up. like a sixth sense, she knew you needed her and made eye contact with you. it didn’t take her long to reach your side.

“eren, come help me and armin with the shells.” she said, her gentle yet commanding voice taking over the previous tension. eren scoffs again, immediately turning pink as mikasa touches his arm, trying to coax him to come with her.

that was all it took— the two setting off to the shore and back to armin. leaving you and jean alone once again.

“anyway,” you drag out the word, turning to face jean. he had calmed down a little but no one could rile him up like eren could. “wanna find connie and sasha? maybe see what they found to eat?”

“like they’d share.” he laughed, looking down at you. “besides, i’m kind of used to the water now. we might as well enjoy it since we are here.”

“are you being optimistic?” you tease, splashing him with the water. he looked at you with intense mock offense.

“i’m always optimistic!” he retorts, splashing more water back at you.

“yeah, right. you mean you’re always so dramatic.” you laugh, keeping up the game your started as you push water towards him.

“i’m gonna get you for that.” he laughs, splashing again. you two go at it for awhile until jean accidentally took in a mouthful of water — one of the waves not too kindly crashing over him. he spits it out with a disgusted face, his tongue slightly hanging out as the salt water rests on it. “blegh. this always happens to me. c’mon, let’s get out of here. we should probably get ready for the party tonight anyway.”

you nod, excitement flooding your veins for the party later. everyone was going to be there and you needed time to get ready and more importantly, get the salt water out of your hair.

you didn’t get a chance to look at him before, but as jean walked out of the water, you were painfully reminded at how fit he was. water droplets cascaded down his body, following the dips and curves of his muscles. even his mullet looked good, all slicked back and drenched in the salt water.

you let out a silent sigh as you follow him out of the water, mentally kicking yourself for staring at him for too long again. but the feelings he gave you swirled in your stomach, expanding to every synapse in your body before exploding.

tonight would be the night you tell him. tonight will be the night everything will change.

jeans fingers clenched around the solo cup, the sound of it snapping easily getting lost in the sea of voices that filled the room. the remnants of his beer trickled along his fingers before he threw it to the side, wiping the rest on his pants in a haste.

it only took him a few steps to get where he needed to be — right in front of you. you with your perfect smile, perfect laugh, perfect perfect perfect. it’s all he could think when he saw you. how could you not realize that?

“you okay, jean?” you ask, the words sounding so sweet coming out of your mouth that all he wanted to do was savor them. your expression caught him off guard though, the sweet words not adding up to the coy grin you had spreading across your plush lips. “you look kind of angry.”

jean didn’t know what to say. did you know how he felt? were you trying to play him out to be a fool? but as soon as he heard erens stupid giggle, the words didn’t stop flowing from his mouth.

“you got a problem jaeger? something seem funny to you?” he snapped at eren, his voice low, signaling he wasn’t in the mood. but of course, eren was eren, and he loved nothing more than making a fool out of jean.

“yeah, actually.” he sneered, taking a step closer to jean. “i do think something’s funny.”

“enlighten me then. id love to hear what you find so funny.” jean fired back, taking a closer step to him, clenching his fist. they hadn’t fought in awhile but today, jean needed to let out some of his frustration. why did eren get your attention tonight? why couldn’t you talk to him instead?

he didn’t realize how close he had gotten to eren, practically touching noses, until he felt your light touch on his shoulder. a touch he had grown to be familiar with, something that never failed to soothe him, even just a little bit.

“guys, stop.” your voice breaks out. it was smooth, soft, but they both knew that underneath it lied something vicious. neither one wanted to see that side come from you, especially since mikasa was already side eyeing them. the two of you together was one of the scariest things anyone could ever face.

jean and eren took a hasty step away from each other, scowling and avoiding eye contact with one another. your hand slid from his shoulder down jean’s bicep, holding onto him gently. the act itself was so soft yet it held so much power over him. he couldn't help but lean into it before deciding to throw an arm around your shoulder.

something always felt so right when you were tucked under him like this. you fit so perfectly. your arm wrapped around his waist and he led you to the living room, away from eren.

“so, wanna tell me what happened back there?” you ask as the two of you manevoured towards your favorite spot. at every party, you guys would always find yourself at this spot by the end of the night. it was so cozy, the couch tucked in the corner of the room, away from the main sitting area.

he sat down and you followed suit. looking up at him, he looked slightly disheveled. his normally tamed mullet was all of the place, the result of him running his hands through it one too many times. plus, he didn’t look back at you. the bob of his left leg going up and down at an incredible speed. 

you place your hand lightly on his leg and the response was immediate. his leg halted its movement and his eyes found yours in record time. offering him a small smile, you reach up to smooth his hair back.

“nothing happened.” he said softly, watching you very carefully as you tended to him. relishing in the touch you gave him. “don’t worry about it.”

“jean,” you start, your hand caressing down his cheek, moving over to tuck some of his hair behind his ear. “you know you can talk to me, right?”

his cheeks were tinted pink, something you chalked up to the alcohol he was drinking earlier. but his gaze was set on you, peering down deep into your eyes. the contact almost made you shudder. 

“i know.” he bit the inside of his cheek as he contemplated what he wanted to say— or rather, how he wanted to say it. “i just got jealous is all.”

this, you weren’t expecting. out of all the things jean could’ve said, this never crossed your mind. the shock had your head reeling back, removing your hand from his hair. the loss of contact stirred a panic within him, mirroring the panic that was starting to bubble up in you.

“jealous?” you squeak out. jealous of what? of eren? or you? or what? jean stared into your eyes for a moment, the anticipation was rippling down your spine, finding it’s home in your stomach. 

“yes.” he breathed out softly, placing his hand over the one you had resting on the couch. “i was jealous.”

“of what?” you blink, at war with yourself. his hand felt heavy, almost suffocating but it was the only thing that could soothe you. the room was too small and the alcohol was churning in your stomach. your hand turned over, gripping onto his as a way to ground yourself in the moment.

“of eren.” he said, his brows furrowing as he took in your reaction. he didn’t mean for this to come out now, but you looked so sincere when you told him to talk to you. all the things he’s never told you bubbled up in his throat, threatening to spill out if he didn’t do something. his fight or flight was activated, and he didn’t want to run away this time. “i wanted you-“

the gears start turning in your head as he spoke, knocking off the dust before it struck like clockwork. 

the room around you guys came back into focus as someone knocked their drink over you both. the liquid seeped into the fabric of your dress, eliciting chills all over you but you weren’t sure if it was from this or from the conversation you were having.

normally, you’d laugh something like this off. it had happened before and it was bound to happen again. but the stakes had been too high, your emotions were already being drawn out and this was just too much. 

“im so sorry-“ reiner said, trying his best to find something to help clean you up. all you could do was stare at your stained dress. what was jean going to tell you?

“way to go reiner.” jean hissed, standing up to face him. reiner was at a loss for words; it was an honest mistake. but jean wasn’t mad at him, he wasn’t even mad that he spilled his drink on you guys — accidents happen. no, he was furious because you were on the verge of tears and he couldn’t tell if it was because of him or not.

“jean.” you say, grabbing his clenched fist. he hadn’t even realized he had been so wound up. he helps pull you up, tucking you back under his arm. the smell of his colonge enveloped you in a warm embrace, one that felt familiar to you and cleared your head from the fog that was slowly wrapping itself around you. “let’s get cleaned up.”

he froze. he absolutely froze. the tiniest smirk rose on reiner’s face as he turned away, getting back to the party. jean wanted to punch it right off. 

“let’s go to the bathroom.”  he steered you away from the party towards the back of the house. many faces passed you guys as you walked forward, but all you could do was look at the man leading you. he held onto your hand as he dragged you through the party, pulling you behind him so you don’t get separated.

your eyes trail along his arm, lingering ever so slightly at his bicep — was his shirt always that tight? he looked good, even though parts of it held remnants of reiners drink. continuing upwards, you land on his face. 

his jaw was tensed as he pulled you through the crowd. determined, fierce. like it was his duty to escort you to the bathroom and it wasn’t something he took lightly. in all your years you knew jean, you don’t think you had ever seen him as clearly as you did in this moment.

you two make it to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom, shutting the door and closing you both in. 

“i’m sorry about reiner.” he sighs, moving to grab a towel as you hop up on the counter. you watch him move with a strong purpose, a serious one that involves drying your dress. 

“it’s okay, accidents happen.” you shrug as he starts patting the towel against the cloth, trying to absorb whatever he can. but you both know the damage was done — the dress was stained and seeped with alcohol, it’s only hope was to throw it in the washer. 

“i think we need to call it.” he says with a small smile, looking up at you perched on his counter. you smile back down at him before feigning a frown. 

“so soon? not even giving her a proper fighting chance?” you sigh, “but if you insist, what are our options.”

“well,” he took a step back to hang up the towel, the loss of his presence already hitting you in the gut. “you’ll have to wash it but in the meantime i can give you some of my clothes to wear.”

“aw, thank you jeanbo.” you hop off the counter. “that would be perfect.”

taking your hand, he leads you into his bedroom before he searches for something suitable for you to wear. you look around his room in the meantime, your eyes landing on his sketchbook — open to the boat he was drawing earlier at the beach. you smile to yourself, glad that he has kept it. 

jean breaks you out of your head, tossing you some clothes and you go back into his bathroom to change into them.

after peeling your dress off and throwing on the clothes he gave you, you walk back into his room and see him sitting idly on the couch, twiddling his thumbs before you capture his gaze. 

“what?” you ask him, eyes widening as you catch him staring. he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away like he wasn’t just giving you his undivided attention.

“nothing!” he quickly says, slightly pink in the cheeks as he turns back towards you. “it’s just, you look good in my clothes.”

“oh?” you give him a little smirk and he regrets ever opening his mouth. rolling his eyes, he goes to retort but it dies in his throat before he ever had the chance to spit it out.

you were right in front of him — how you got there so quickly, he’ll never know. the palms of your hands rest on his shoulder before you lower your face to his level. 

“you really think so?” you tilt your head to the side with a smile, one of your hands running up along his neck and to the back of his head, playing with the edges of his mullet.

you weren’t sure what made you feel so emboldened, the alcohol you had earlier was long out of your system. but something pushed you towards him like a magnet, a voice in your head encouraging you to finally confess like you planned.

“i really do.” his breath almost hitches as he looks at you. “you always look good though, the prettiest girl in the world.”

his compliment hits you in the chest, blooming into a warmth that seeped through every nerve in your body. your faces were so close, your breathing was shallow, all it would take was a little nudge to — 

but he beats you too it, forever a man driven by impulse. surging himself forward to capture your lips against his, pouring every ounce of passion into it — desperate to let you know how he feels without uttering a word. 

his hand cradles loosely around your neck, using it to pull you forward so you’re falling into his lap. your heart was soaring with each kiss, already addicted to the way he makes you feel — how dizzy your mind grew as his sweet kisses filled your head.

“is this okay?” jean whispered against your lips. everything was so warm; like the beginning of summer igniting that special buzz in the air. you wanted it to swallow you whole, you wanted this more than you have ever wanted anything before in your life. you nod against him, moving your lips back onto his in a hurried fashion. 

jean wasted no time now. he wrapped his arms around you and hiked you further up onto his lap, groaning so sweetly into the kiss you two shared. as each passing second went on, the messier the kiss got. breathing was the last thing on your mind right now, all you could do was feed off of what jean was giving you and hoped it would be enough to sustain you.

jean was no better, his hands couldn’t stay still. finally, he was able to be with you, no more dancing around each other. a part of him wanted to kick himself for waiting so long but the other part told him to enjoy this moment. so he planned on it.

his hands slide up under your shirt, the cold metal from his rings causes you to gasp at the sudden contact, arching your back and pressing your chest against him. jean took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, pulling you in closer. 

there was no telling how long you two stayed tangled up together on the little couch in his room, the make out session only growing needier and needier. years of pent up tension was finally able to flow. 

“let’s move on the bed, yeah?” jean asked, his eyes still shut from your kiss.

“yeah.” you nod, pulling him in for another kiss as you both stand up. he walks backwards toward his bed before the back of his knees hit it. he sits, pulling you down on top of him once again, his hips moving up so you can feel his hardness ache for you.

“been wanting this for so long.” he murmurs, moving his lips from yours, to your cheek, down your jaw and back to yours for a heated kiss. “ever since i met you.”

“me too.” you breathe out, already craving to be closer to him. “can't wait any longer.”

hooking his hands under your backside, he quickly flips you so you’re under him, sprawled out on his bed in ways he’s dreamed about for years. 

“me neither.” he surges back down, his kiss growing needier with every second. the clothes you had just graciously put on were now being pulled off by him — along with his own. he pulls back for a moment to admire you, taking in every curve of your body. you almost want to shy away from his gaze but the look in his eye was so loving, so full of adoration, that you didn’t. “you’re so beautiful.”

and with the way he said it, you believed it.

he doesn’t waste anymore time, moving you around so he can ease himself over you, slotting himself between your legs. his hair fell in front of his face a bit so you reach up, tucking it back behind his ear. the sweet, simple gesture sent him into overdrive, hungrily kissing you as a man who had been deprived of it since the day he met you.

his hand smoothes down your side before his fingers find themselves between your thighs. hestitantly, he prods against your slick entrance, almost nervous to take the plunge. but you’re quick to reassure him, rolling your hips to greedily suck his digit in.

he moans into your mouth, feeling how tight you are around his finger. his mind already wandering to how snug his cock will feel once he’s  finally inside of you. but he knows he has to prep you first, slipping in another finger to properly stretch you out.

and the sweet noises you make fill his head with a peace he’s always longed for. every sense was focused on you, addicted to showering you in pleasure. he could spend all day doing this, soaking up every mewl of his name.

“jean, please.” you pull back a bit to speak, the sounds of your cunt squelching from his fingers filling the room. “need you to fuck me.”

“anything you want.” he kisses the corner of your mouth, quickly taking a hold of his cock and pressing it against your entrance. “you ready for me?”

“i am.” you nod, hips already moving as you try to find friction. he starts to push in, the tip of his cock already stretching you out. the girth alone has your toes curling but it felt like his cock was never ending — consistently shoving more of it in, inch by thick inch. 

“almost there, pretty girl.” he grunts, eyes trained on you, searching for any hint of pain. the stretch felt so good, splitting you open as he finally bottoms out. you both let out a gasp, your warm walls snuggly wrapped around his cock in a heaven he never dreamed of existing.

he murmurs sweet praises in your ear as he lets you adjust, telling you how good you are, how tight you feel. softly kissing your temple as you give him the go ahead to move.

he starts slow, sensual. taking his time and dragging his cock in and out, searching for that special button deep inside of you. 

it felt like he was everywhere, so lodged up into you, you swore you could feel the tip of his cock pressing against your heart. it stole your breath away, lungs losing function as you gasp for air.

“that’s it, baby, just keep taking it. i promise i’m gonna make you feel so good, okay? you don’t have to do a thing.” he kisses your neck, leaving little marks of love in his wake. “you’re already doing s’much, making me feel so, so good.”

“jean i-.” you croak out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he finds the soft, cushiony part of you, a place where your fingers could never reach. he completely filled you up, your mind already growing hazy from it.

“gonna go faster, okay?” he presses a soft kiss against your jaw, your head nodding along to whatever he was saying. “so good f’me.”

his praise has you clenching around him, eliciting a guttural moan from him. it was all it took to break the last bit of his resolve — hips starting to snap against yours.

there was no way you could stay quiet, the pleasure was overwhelming, leaving you to forget where you were. the cry of his name had his ego soaring, cockiness filling his veins. his hand covers your mouth as he drives into you harder.

“can’t be too loud, unless you want everyone at the party to know how good i’m making you feel.” he murmurs. you could tell by his tone that he was feeling as good as you were, pleasure already threatening to consume him the longer he thrust into you.

his hand lowers from your mouth, opting to use it to hike up your leg, propping it over his shoulder. if it was even possible, he was deeper — his cock practically kissing your cervix.

he knew he wasn’t going to last long. a nearly impossible task that he knew going in, he’d fail. but as long as you came around his cock, he’d count it as a win.

his deft fingers find your neglected nub and your body all but jolts under his hold. he swirls your clit around in measured circles, your cries only growing louder. but he’s too entranced to cover them up — every instinct telling him to keep giving you more.

“jean!” you cry, “i’m s-so close!”

“go ahead and let go f’me, need to feel you.” he encourages, hitting that spongey part harder as his fingers deliciously dance along your clit. his approval pushed your over the edge, back arching up as ecstasy took you away.

the sight alone had jean’s hips stuttering. as if you could read his mind, you said, “cum inside, jean. need you to fill me up.

the whine you let out had him pushing his pulsing cock as deep as he could before releasing inside of you. his hips jolt with each rope of cum, groans of your name slipping out of his mouth as he fills you up. every time you clenched around him only pulled more cum out of him.

“cant stop cumming, fuck-.” he rasped out, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he finally finishes. he falls beside you, trying not to put all his weight on you as his cock continues to twitch in your warmth.

all you can do is try to catch your breath, gazing at each other, sharing the same thought of why did this take you so long.

he slowly pulls out of you, both of you letting out a soft noise. pressing a kiss to your head, he stands up and grabs a towel, carefully cleaning you up. 

once he’s done, he lays back down in bed, his back hitting the pillows as he pulls you up into his arms. your head rests against his chest, no doubt listening to his ever-racing heart — the one that only beats for you.

“jean-“ you say at the same time as he says your name. you both giggle at each other, feeling weightless in each other's embrace. 

“you go.” he encourages you, moving so he can get a better look at you. 

“i um.” you feel heat rise to your face. after everything you just did, confessing your feelings still feels nerveracking. but looking into his warm eyes, it melts away those doubts, filling them with hope instead. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” his face splits into a smile, one that eases your soul and lulls you into him. he takes a deep breath, ready to spill out everything he’s been feeling. “i want you to be mine. i want to wake up next to you everyday, i want to draw you pictures of the clouds all day long, i want to kiss you whenever you need a kiss, i want to hold your hands on the days that life feels too much. please, be my girlfriend.”

“of course jean.” you smile, leaning up to press a lingering kiss on his cheek. “i was yours from the start.”

[lostintrost]

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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📁📂 Jean, Eren & You <3 ↴

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aaahhh i can't stop thinking about jean teaching how to make him feel good!! he'd be so so sweet saying things like "that's it", "keep going", "you're doing so well" while you're moving your hand up and down his (big) cock :( then he'd suggest you try to use you mouth, starting with a soft kiss on his red tip and peppering all the way to his balls, which are so swollen because you make him go crazy! then when you finally swallow his whole length you'd see his so proud eyes "that's my girl, i know you could do it" while shooting a killer smile. bobbing your head up and down his length you can hear his oh so attractive moans and his hand caressing your head, you're making him feel so good! since it's your first try he'd pull you off right before he cums because he "don't want to overwhelm you", but don't worry! he'll repay the favor by making you cum so many times so all you can think about is how good he's making you feel! he's such a gentleman :(

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Jean x Reader, Oneshot || Drunk at a party w/ his crush

nsfw content warning <33 mdni

You’re at a party and the house is packed. You can barely make your way through the crowd and you came here all by yourself. You were invited by Armin one day while you two were catching up on some work at a cafe. 

You scan the room to find any familiar faces and you spot Eren and Armin grabbing drinks from the fridge. You’re just a little too sober for this scene so you make your way through to crowd to them, you grab Armin’s arm and ask, 

“what’s the strongest thing you have in there?”

He turn’s to face you, you can tell he’s already had a a few drinks by his reaction and because he has a light shade of red across his nose and cheeks. 

“Hey! Look who’s here everybody.” He pulls you in for a hug and passes you a bottle of tequila from the counter top. 

“I hope this is okay, you’ve met Eren right?” 

Eren tilts his head back from the fridge, also a little visibly buzzed and says,

“Of course we’ve met, you haven’t had that much Armin.”

You chuckle to yourself.

Armin throws his hand back behind his head and laughs it off, “Oops, well just in case you hadn’t.”

“It’s good to see you again.” You tell Eren.

You set the Tequila down on the counter and start looking through the cupboards for shot glasses. You notice that they’re on the top shelf. You get on your tiptoes in attempt to reach them but they’re a little out of your range. As you come down you feel a tall figure standing behind you and a hand on the small of your back, causing you to let out a small gasp.

“Hey, didn’t mean to scare you. Let me grab those for you.”

You turn around taking your gaze up to notice, It was Jean. You had only met him a few times in settings like these, but you were hoping you’d run into him again.  He reaches above you, forcing you to the lean back on the counter just a bit and the scent of his cologne overtakes you. 

“Here.” He hand’s you the shot glass. “So…you’re a fan of tequila?”

“It’s just what Armin handed me.” you reply.

“I see.” He makes his way past you towards Connie and Marco having a drinking competition on the back patio and he joins them.

If you hadn’t known any better, you’dve thought maybe you said something to upset him. You pour yourself a double shot and catch back up with Eren and Armin who are halfway across the room at this point. 

“What’s going on by the patio?” You ask them.

They both turn their heads to catch a glimpse. 

“Looks like they’re at it again” Armin responds nudging Eren’s arm.

“Oh boy, Horseface thinks he can just outdrink anyone.” He says making his way to the sliding patio doors.

“Horseface?” You say confusedly.

“Jean, he means, they have this ridiculous rivalry that is annoying but sometimes fairly amusing for the rest of us.”

You watch as Eren walks out the door and throws his hand up saying something that is barely audible with the all the loud music playing.

“We should probably head out there.” You and Armin walk outside together and your eyes meet Jean’s. He looks away before you do, refocsuing on the drinks in front of him.

“Y/n!” 

You hear your name shouted excitedly from your left side, you feel arms hanging around you. 

“Hey Sasha! You answer. Hugging her back

“Can you believe these boneheads? So barbaric. Did you get some of the buffalo chicken dip? It was amazing.”

“I ate before I got here, thank you though.” 

“That’s too bad, I’m gonna grab some more.”

“Could you bring me two shots back pl-?”

She was already inside before you could finish your sentence.

“Two shots?” Armin hands you two shot glasses filled to the brim. “There’s a bar right next to you ya know?”

You grab the two shots from Armin and just as you do, Eren makes his way towards you, "I'll be taking one of those." as he reaches for either glass. You turn around blocking his reach, your backside flush against his front as he's reaching over you for the drink you're now covering.

"I think not" you shouted. His arms now squeezing you from behind.

"Agh you're no fun." Eren remarks ,finally letting you go and getting back to the table.

You down your second, technically third shot for the night.

“Alright guys I’m good for right now.” Marco says backing away from the drinks. “I’ll leave it to you Jean.”

Armin takes it upon himself to step in as the ref for this little competition “Connie are you still in this?” 

“Nah man” He hiccups between his words. “Imma..gonna catch up with S-Sasha” he says stumbling his way inside”

You watch as Eren and Armin giggle watching Connie fumble around making his way towards Sasha devouring another bowl of buffalo chicken dip. You then notice Jean who’s not laughing. He looks over at you and it feels as if his amber eyes are burning a hole right through you and you break your gaze first.

“Alright well that just leaves-“ Armin starts.

“I think I’ve proven myself here. I’m gonna find a bathroom.” Jean interrupts. Wiping off the little bit of drink left on his chin

He makes his way inside almost slamming the screen door.

“The fucks up with him?” Eren murmurs.

“Just…you and me I guess” Armin finishes. They both look at each other and bust out laughing.

You make your way inside still babysitting that one shot you still have in hand. Jean makes his way upstairs. His pace hard to keep up with. You swim your way through the crowd with your drink in the air careful not to spill it. You pick up the pace and when your foot hits the last step you hear a door shut. You knock on the bathroom door twice.

“Occupied” Jean growls.

“It’s y/n.”

You hear his large footsteps make his way towards the door. He opens it and leans on the door frame with his arms raised towering over you.

“Can I help you with something?” He asks, seemingly annoyed.

“I- I just wanted to check on you.”

He kind of rolls his eyes and begins to shut the door. “Thanks, I’m great.”

You pop your foot in the crack of the door preventing it from closing all the way and tilt your head

“You don’t seem so great.”

 He looks down at your foot. 

“Move it.”

You keep your foot right where it is, looking straight at him.

“Move your foot y/n.”

“No, Je-“

He steps out of the door frame, and snatches you up by your arm, his grip so tight it almost hurts, making you spill your drink on your top. You gasp, catching your breath startled by the quick movement. 

He looks you directly and desperately in your eyes and in an angry low voice mutters,

“Do you think I wanna watch you parade around with Eren and Armin all fucking night?”

His face is so close to yours, your noses are almost touching. He notices your drink dripping from your chest collecting drops in the crease of your cleavage. He steps back in the bathroom slamming the door in your face leaving you speechless. You had no idea he felt that way. The tequila covering your chest had soaked the top of your shirt leaving you a bit overexposed.

The door opened back up quickly. Avoiding looking down at your tequila soaked chest, Jean  was standing there in a black tank top, and holding out the shirt he had on before in his hand. “Cover yourself up.”

Admiring his frame you slowly put your hand out reaching for his shirt. He looks over to see you, biting your bottom lip noticing your eyes slightly shifting up and down.

“No, don’t. Don’t do that”

“Don’t do what?” You’ve finally found some words.

“Don’t look at me like that y/n.”

“Like what?” You breathed.

He drops the shirt before it meets your grasp, running his hand through his hair letting out a frustrated sigh. He throws his hands in his pockets and takes a slight bend so his mouth is level with your ear and whispers,

“Don’t look at me like you want me to fuck you.”

You felt a tingling sensation shoot all the way through you.

He bends over to pick up the shirt and lightly shoves it on your chest, just a few layers of fabric separating his bare hand from your breasts. 

“I’m not gonna say it again, cover yourself up.” He grunts, back to avoiding your gaze.

You place your hand on top of his causing him to look over to you. His amber eyes are a hanging a little low from the alcohol.

“What if..” You hesitate

“What if I want you to?” You say warmly.

He doesn’t waste a second, scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder. His hand gripping your thighs as you hang over his broad frame. He carries you to a nearby room and tosses you on the bed almost carelessly. He hovers over you, strands of his hair tickling your cheek

“Don’t tease me y/n”

You close the distance with a passionate kiss.

“It was never Eren or Armin I was interested in, it was always y-“ 

He cuts you off meeting his lips wet lips with yours, cupping your cheek. You could feel him smiling slightly between kisses. He guides your hand to his bulge that’s been poking you since he climbed on top. He hums at your touch. He then slips his hand onto your clothed clit, rubbing lightly over your jeans. You let out a moan causing him to tense up slightly. 

“Damn y/n. You’re gonna ruin me.”

You begin undoing your jeans and he slides them off of you, tossing them with no care where they end up. He looks down admiring all that’s in front of him and notices a damp spot on your panties.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already this wet?” He smirks,  shifting your panties to the side to slip a finger in. Your body shudders at his touch and how his finger glides its way past your folds. He looks down seeing his finger glistening with you all around it and you can see his bulge growing bigger. His arm reaches overhead, taking his tank top off and he hungrily tugs at you panties discarding them along with his top.

He gently spreads open your thighs and lands warm wet kisses on each repeatedly. Your hips jolt and you bite back a moan, taken aback by the feelings he’s been hiding. Those kisses work there way down to your entrance, his warm breath down there making your back arch slightly until finally you feel his tongue graze your already soaking cunt. He continues to lick as your wetness coats his tongue, poking it in your opening.

“Goddamn, you taste so good.” He purred.

You tighten your grip on his hair guiding his tongue deeper into you.

 He groans as his hips are making a small grinding motions in the bed. He starts gently sucking your clit, sending you into a spiral, causing you to buck your hips forward. His grip on your thigh tightens in one hand and he hums with pleasure while the other reaches up caressing your breasts. His suckling of your clit  getting more intense. Your breath hitches, you toss your head back and your legs tense up. 

“J-jean…” you choke out.

He raises his head up.  “Un-uh” he teases. “I’ve waited quite a while for this, so you’re gonna have to hold out a little bit longer for me m’kay princess.”

His words causing you to whimper.

He stands at the foot of the bed, shimmying his pants off, gazing intensely upon you lying there helpless. He slowly pulls down his waistband. Your eyes trail from his abs to his happy trail just before his cock springs out. Your eyes widen at his size which causes him the chuckle just a little bit. He kneels down on the bed, sliding his shaft between your sopping wet folds and tapping his oh-so-hard length on your entrance, toying with you. He hovers above you, giving you a sensual kiss you can taste yourself on, causing you to melt. 

Inching closer to your ear, “hold on to me if you need to.” He rasped just before sinking into you. 

You inhale sharply feeling him penetrate your core. He lets out a strangled moan at the way your pussy is gripping him. 

“Oh s-shit” he huffs, thrusting in and out of your velvet walls as you’re clenching on to his arms, dizzy with pleasure. He reaches his thumb to his mouth, wetting it before reaching down for your already sensitive clit, now ramming his hips into you, one thing’s very clear, if he wasn’t drunk before he’s drunk with pleasure from your pussy now. 

“You’re so damn tight and taking me so well baby.” 

He groans, with your entire body jolting underneath him with every thrust. You feel a familiar coil build up in your stomach as you inch closer and closer to your release, your breath hitching again. 

“G-god Jean I-“ you cry out

“That’s right baby, cum all over this dick”

Your back arches as you reach your release feeling him twitch inside you, your whole face gets a little warm from being flushed after taking in so much. 

The sight of you experiencing such euphoria from his doing coupled with the intense tightening of your walls delivered him his own high as he stroked his cock painting a picture on your stomach panting and biting back moans with sweat glistening on his forehead. 

“Fuck, you are so hot.” Jean trembles, looking for something to help clean you up before collapsing down next to you.

Your exhales breathy and spread out. You smile at him,

“You really thought me and--“ you can’t help but laugh

He’s pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you, “Whatever I thought, you’re all mine now.” He says gently, kissing your shoulder.

If you like this please give me a little feedback hehe it's my first one! also, open to taking prompts/requests

[bubbleteaimagines]

SEX WITH THE AOT BOYS AFTER A HIGH RISK MISSION

+ genre. nsfw

+ warnings. mentions of smut

+ notes. based off of this request

+ ko-if

EREN JAEGER

Eren kisses you messily, one hand tangled in your hair and the other wrapped around your throat. His adrenaline is high and pumping and he’s desperate to feel something other than the pain and despair that just happened. He’s desperate to make you feel something, to make you feel him. You feel every emotion he does as he pounds into you, whispering how he’ll do better to keep you safe next time and how he’ll never let anything happen to you.

REINER BRAUN

Reiner relishes in the way he feels inside of you, relishes the way you moan and cling to him. He wants to hear you whimper beneath him, he wants to hear you cry out how much you need him to keep you safe. He wants to feel needed, he wants to feel loved. He wants to make you feel loved, and he does that by burying himself inside of you and making you forget all about what happened on the field. The only thing you feel is Reiner and his gratitude that you’re alive.

LEVI ACKERMAN

Levi loves you, he truly does, but he’s also in need of a distraction. Something, anything to keep his mind off of the screams of his dying comrades. There’ll be other times to make love to you, but right now the only thing Levi is interested in is using your tight little for his own pleasure. He’s rough — pinning your arms down and fucking you mercilessly as you cry out and wiggle underneath him. You can feel his rage in every stroke, can feel his desperation. But Levi isn’t looking for comfort, he’s wants revenge and he isn’t afraid to take it out on you.

ERWIN SMITH

Despite being the commander, Erwin feels like he’s lost control. He feels weak, useless against the titans and so he decides to tie you up and regain at least some power. Here, in the bedroom, there’s no question about whose in charge. You answer to him and only him, whenever he tells you to. If you not, then Erwin isn’t afraid to lay you across his lap and spank your pretty little ass until you beg him to just fuck you instead. And that’s exactly what he does. He makes you ride his cock until you’re on the brink of tears and even then you’re not allowed stop until he says so. After all, he’s the one in charge, and it’s about time he’s treated like it.

JEAN KIRSTEN

Jean is absolutely furious at the way things turned out during the mission, but you’d never know that. You’d never guess that the boy fucking you passionately and whispering sweet nothings in your ear is seriously pissed off. Instead, you’re oblivious to these emotions as Jean takes care of you and is extra gentle. He may be pissed, yes, but the only thing he’s concerned about is making you feel good. He leaves gentle butterfly kisses down your neck as he fills you to the brink and tells you how good you did out there. He praises you as he fucks balls deeps and vows to make you feel so good you’d forget you were even there.

[jaegersolstice]

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.”

[venenatd]

aot men + visuals;

summary; a random collective of nsfw twitter videos i’ve saved that remind me of the attack on titan men 

a/n; content descriptions/warnings are posted by those i feel require it but please let me know if i missed anything. (of course all of zeke’s have warnings lmfao). 

warnings; the only thing that is probably applicable to all is unprotected sex!

featuring; eren, armin, jean, levi, erwin, zeke, reiner

aot men + dilfs | masterlist 

18+ nsfw, minors dni. 

eren

x (photo)

x 

x (f. receiving oral)

x (choking)

armin 

x 

x (thigh fucking) 

x

x (hand job)

jean

x (m. receiving oral)

x

x

x

levi

x (just v soft and nice)

x

x (overstimulation, ass slapping)

x

x (hand job)

erwin

x

x (blindfold, choking, overstimulation) 

x (overstimulation) 

x (anal) 

zeke

x (car sex, anal fingering)

x (fingering, overstimulation, one clit slap)

x (public fingering)

x (idek. VERY ROUGH SEX. squirting, clit slapping. A LOT)

x (rough bj, head pushing)

reiner

x 

x (lots of cum. like lots.)

x

[luverine]

Creep~

18+ MDNI // noncon? // no proof read

He’s such a creep.

There are cameras hidden all over your apartment. He absolutely loves grabbing your used clothes, the smell of you is delicious.

He’s so tired of humping your pillow when you’re gone. He needs the real thing.

You.

All of you, he needs your mind, body, and soul.

Fuck his cock drools at everything you do. Washing the dishes? He comes. Sleeping? He’s creaming everywhere. Finishing up paperwork? Your hands god he needs them on his rock hard dick.

But here he is watching you through his monitor jerking himself off like some sad pervert. Come soaked tissues scattered around as well as pictures of you covering his wall.

When’s the last time he slept? Showered? Ate?

Who gives a damn he wants to be inside of you, be with you, have you forever. Your body never leaves his mind.

He strokes your face on the monitor. “You are fucking mine!”

꩜ LEON, Dabi, SHIGARAKI, Shoto, MEGUMI, Eren, ARMIN, JEAN, KÖNIG, Ghost ꩜

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[saintkiri]

summary: you felt numb after eren walked through your apartment door. you thought you would never find love again..well..eren wasn’t love. it was everything BUT love. he used you and ended up cheating. you have so many questions that you know you’ll never get the answer to. after a night out drinking with friends..you ended up finding love just outside the door where you watched eren leave.

content warnings: cheating, smut (begging, multiple orgasms, spanking, unprotective sex (wrap it before you tap it!), aftercare) toxic!eren, mentions of therapy, praying to God, anxiety, throw up (?). if i miss anything, lmk :)

wc: 5.6k

author note: …so it’s been 2 years since I’ve actually written and posted something. I meant to post this almost 2 years ago & I promised you guys I would post it & I never did. but, life was crazy and I am still adjusting. Anywhos, don’t expect much from me writing. I am glad to be back even tho I’m not 😭

part one (pls read so this can make sense)

taglist | aot masterlist

When Eren walked past that door, you felt like you lost a piece of you. The last thing he told you made you feel even more stupider than you have ever felt. 

‘The moment I laid my eyes on her, I stopped loving you.’

That sentence kept repeating over and over again. 

You closed the door, and fell. Your back sliding against the door until you were sitting on the ground waiting for the tears to come. But, they never did. You were so numb and shocked, that you couldn’t shed a single tear. 

Your life and emotions relied on him. He made you feel everything you craved. 

It didn’t make sense. He stopped loving you the moment he laid his eyes on someone else. 

What made her so perfect? 

Eren would always made comments saying that you were the girl of his dreams. How could he say all the right things just to cheat? 

You lost track of time, you sat against the door in silence, watching the apartment go from dark to light. You were so numb, you couldn’t sleep. It felt like he drained every emotion out of you with a sentence. All it took was one sentence to change you. 

The memories of you and him kept running pass your thoughts. As you watched time go by, it was as if the ghost of you and him were running through the apartment. It hurt. You remembered all the laughs, all the times where he made your heart feel so warm and full. 

But now, how can your heart go from that feeling over never ending lust to feeling cold and empty?

~~

It’s been about six months since Eren. It’s been hard to say the least. For the first month, you couldn’t even recognize yourself. You couldn’t stop thinking about him all day. It was always either you replaying his last words to you, replaying the argument, or all the times you should have realized he was cheating on you. 

Slowly, you grew. It took you a while to get back up on your feet. It took you a while to get used to a life without him. You never really realized how much you relied on him. Your friends helped you move on and get back to your life. 

You would gradually throw away Eren’s stuff during the first three months. First, it was the pictures and little momentums. You burned and threw out all the polaroids, all the gum wrapper hearts he would make, all the receipts, and every physical memory. It was weird because when you and Eren broke up, you would randomly find those hearts wherever around the apartment. You would keep them in a jar on your dresser, and slowly throughout the relationship, the jar kept getting filled to the point where you needed a new one. After the breakup, when you would find one, you would throw it out. 

Every time you threw one out, a little piece of your heart went with it and you couldn’t explain why. 

The day you finally decided to move on hurt you just as bad as the day Eren and you broke up. You were burning away not only the bad memories but the core memories. The polaroid picture from your first kiss, the rose he got you for your first date, the first movie ticket. Every single physical memory was being turned to ash. Jean and Mikasa helped you light the match and watched everything burn with you. You didn’t cry at first, and you didn’t start crying until they both left. 

You closed the door, thanking them for being there for you..and for pushing you to move on. Although your heart was breaking, you still managed to smile. As soon as the door closed, you were back at the same position you were six months ago. Your back against the door, still somehow wishing that this was just some sick joke. 

Tears were running down your face. You would wipe them just for there to be more. You sobbed in the same position. At this point, it felt like a routine. You would try your hardest to get over Eren, no matter what you would do to get over him, the memories haunt you. 

Slowly, you stopped crying. You don’t know how long you sat there, it could have been minutes or hours. You eventually stood up, then you walked to your kitchen as if nothing happened. The first thing you grabbed was to go to your cabinet to get a glass when suddenly you heard someone talking on the phone outside of your apartment. The voice sounded familiar, it was deep yet somehow smooth. 

You put down the glass and walked back to the door. You then looked out of the peephole to see Jean sitting on the ground across from your apartment. Your eyes widened slightly, wondering why he was there. You opened the door, seeing Jean’s facial expressions. He looked tired, concerned, mad, everything you were feeling right now. 

“Jean?” You say softly, while you were watching Jean slowly get up. He walked towards your door not saying much. But yet, the silence says it all. “H-How long were you sitting there for?” You opened the door some more to let him in. “Just long enough so I know you stopped crying because of him.” Your heart dropped. 

How long has he been doing this? That was the first question that came to mind. You were having mixed emotions right now. How were you supposed to feel? Although your heart felt somewhat warm, you were also feeling untrustworthy. 

Jean walked to your dining table and leaned against it. He then crossed his arms. You walked to your kitchen, "Do you want something to drink?" It was the least you offer, especially since he was sitting outside for who knows how long. "Do you have any alcohol?" He joked, and a small chuckle left your mouth. You grabbed another glass, then walked over to your counter to grab some alcohol.

You opened the bottle, then poured some for you and Jean. You handed Jean his glass, "Why do you wait?" You asked while taking a small sip. Jean stayed quiet, most likely trying to think of an answer. There was this moment of awkward silence. 

Before you and Eren started dating, you and Jean were best friends. You and him have been friends for years, but when Eren came along, your friendship changed. Eren became possessive and toxic. He didn't like how close you were with Jean. So eventually, you stopped talking to Jean. 

But, when you and Eren broke up, Jean came running to be right by your side. Although you and Jean stopped talking, Jean never stopped wanting to protect you, he never stopped watching over you, and never stopped loving you even after seeing you with another man. 

Jean has had feelings for you since he met you. There's always been this little spark between the both of you. Eventually, that spark grew to be something more. He always tried to protect you. He would try to tell you what Eren was doing behind your back but you wouldn't listen to him in fear of Eren seeing you two together. 

"I wait because I'm worried, y/n." 

"Why are you worried, Jean?"

Jean took another sip of his liquid courage and walked towards you. You walked backward until you reached the counter. "Because you were crying over a man who didn't deserve you." Jean softly confessed. Your heart skipped a beat. Slowly, your eyes locked with Jean's hazel eyes. His expression was gentle with a mix of protectiveness..and a mix of love. "Then who deserves me?" You responded, feeling a rush of emotions come over you. 

Your heart started racing as Jean leaned in closer to you. Was it the alcohol? Was it the fact that Jean is right about you getting over Eren? 

Jean's hands were placed on top of the counter, cornering you. His right hand found its way to your hip. His lips inched towards yours, “You deserve someone who takes your breath away every time you look at him. Someone who makes you laugh, smile, feel every emotion that Eren didn’t.” Your eyes lock with his, feeling his breath against your lips. “I-I’t’s you..” You whisperingly confessed. Suddenly, he kissed you with passion, feeling sparks fly. Your noses bumped into each other as little giggles left your mouths. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. His lips tasting like the alcohol you were just drinking a moment ago. Your lips move with his, for the first time in what felt like months, this was the kiss you've been dreaming of. The kiss that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, the kiss that makes time go by slowly, the kiss that makes all the others seem non-existent. 

You felt Jean's hands pick you up and place you on the counter, "Are you drunk?" You asked as his lips found their way to your neck, gently kissing and leaving hickeys. Jean stopped his movement, as a small smile spread on his face. The smile you missed, the smile you practically dreamt of, the smile that never failed to make you smile. "No." He answered, as he slowly dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, "Are you?" He asked in return, you nodded, not knowing how to respond. 

Jean's free hand moved towards your buttoned pants, "No answer?" He asked with a sly smirk on his face. Your mind went blank. His fingers played with the button as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I'm going to ask one last time, y/n. Are you drunk?" You coughed out a response, "N-No. No, I'm not, Jean." A laugh left his mouth. 

"Good, because I don’t want our first time to be while you're drunk." He whispered again. Just like that, his lips were on yours. This time, that once soft kiss was now a kiss full of meaning. You don't know what came over yourself...and right now you weren't thinking about that. You were thinking about how soft his lips were, how his lips were on yours, and how you felt at that moment. 

Jean picked you off the counter, and for a moment, all emotions that you had left for Eren had left your mind and all you can think about was Jean. 

That kiss made you realize one thing. 

It's always been...him. 

It's always been Jean since the first day you laid your eyes on him. You were blinded by Eren. You were blinded by the fact that a very popular guy finally chose you. You were wrong..and now you want to spend the rest of your life making it up to Jean. 

As he walked into your bedroom, your legs were wrapped around Jean's waist. He gently placed you on the bed, his lips finally leaving yours for a split second, "Finally, you're mine." You could cry with pure happiness. It was the happiness you never felt with Eren..but only with him. 

You gave him a small and gentle peck, whispering softly, "Finally." You both smiled as you went back to kissing. His lips never left yours. If they did leave yours, they would end up moving and peppering kisses on your neck, as he slowly ripped away each item of clothing off of your body. 

The tip of his index finger teased the top of your panties. You roll your hips, "J-Jean.." You moaned out softly, hoping he would get the hint. A sly smile grew on his face, chuckling slightly at how much you were begging for him. "God, y/n." He whispers in your ear as his lips move at a slow rate.

His fingers inch more and more towards where you wanted him to touch you most. You were getting impatient, all you wanted was to feel him. You moved your hands when suddenly Jean pinned them above your head. 

The sexual tension was so thick. As much as he wants to fuck you, he wants to take his time. 

Your eyes meet, "Please touch me, Jean." You begged. His eyes read yours, and that's when he lost all control. Fuck taking his time, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. He moved his hand from pinning yours to taking off your panties. 

It all happened so fast. One moment Jean was taking his time, devouring you inch by inch, finally getting what he's been dreaming of since he realized he had a crush on you. 

Jean moved to the edge of the bed, and in one sudden motion, your thighs were wrapped around his neck. His lips peppered kisses on your inner thighs, moving closer to your aching clit. 

He flatted his tongue and in one lick, he had you melting and moaning his name. That one moan sent him over, he wanted to hear you say it over and over again. This moment will be embedded in his brain for who knows how long. 

Your fingers brush through his brunette locks, highly tugging at the roots, "Fuck, Jean." You moaned out as Jean's tongue circled your clit, making your mind and body melt. You felt his fingers add into the mix, moving slowly, pressing against the spot that makes you lose control. 

He was in between your legs, lewd noises were the sound that was echoing in the room, pleads, begs, screams and moans.

His long, slim fingers thrust into you, making you moan louder and louder. Jean was loving the way your moans sounded. It was like music to his ears. 

Over and over again, you were chanting Jean's name. It was every time he hit that spot, you would scream his name in pleasure. 

Jean replaced his tongue with thumb and admired the view ahead of him, "God, you're so fucking hot, y/n." He said as your eyes met with his. A sly smile spread on his face while watching your reaction to his compliment. Your lip slid between your teeth, trying your hardest to hold back your moans.

He replaced his thumb back with tongue, and your head fell back onto the bed, feeling his tongue explore your cunt again.  Your hands then roamed your body, finding their place over your mouth. You then began to slightly ride his mouth.

A familiar feeling began to stir in your stomach. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your toes curled, feeling his finger movements begin to speed up. 

You were speechless, you couldn't spit out a word, it felt that good. Finally, you spit out the words, "W-Wanna cum, so-so bad." Jean sped up his movements, moving his mouth off of your core, then crawling in between your legs, moving up until you were face to face. 

His fingers didn't stop moving as he kissed you. Your moans were muffled by the kiss. "Cum on my fingers, y/n." He didn’t have to tell you twice. You came on his fingers, and instantly, your legs started shaking. 

Jean got off the bed, and you held yourself up with your elbows, watching him pull down his boxers, and your jaw instantly dropped. His dick was big, probably the biggest one you've seen. He was mesmerized by your reaction to his size. 

Your eyes locked with his as you sat up. You grabbed his arm and immediately pulled him into a kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling Jean slowly spreading your legs. 

His lips left yours for a split second, "Are you on the pill?" You nodded, "Are you clean?" You asked as his hand inching towards your aching cunt. He nodded, kissing you back in response. 

"Good, now I want you to beg for it, y/n." You smiled slightly because thought he was joking. You wanted him obviously, your body was practically begging for him. The tip of his dick teased your sensitive clit, and a quiet moan left your lips.

You lifted your hips, trying to get more out of him. Your smile disappeared when you realized he wasn't kidding, he was dead serious. You looked into his eyes, and his sparkle was gone. 

"P-Please." you said desperately. Jean raised his eyebrow, "That's all you got? C'mon, y/n. Your body is practically begging for me..." His lips inched towards yours, "But, I want to hear you beg for my cock." His words hit straight to your core. "Please, Jean. Please fuck me. I-I want you so-so much." 

Jean chuckled as he moved the tip of his dick in between your folds, “Where do you want it, princess?” He said as he kept teasing your aching cunt. You buck your hips against the tip of his cock, begging for some sort of friction. You look up and all you see is his desperate eyes on yours. “I want you to fuck me with your cock.” He chuckles, “Good girl.” he praised, and in one swift motion, he finally slid into your cunt. You both moaned. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and the bottom of your lip slid in between your teeth. 

He bottomed out, hitting the spot that made you scream his name. With each thrust, came a moan. "F-Fuck, Jean!" You said as he pounded his cock into you. 

You dug your fingers into his back, slowly moving them up, making sure to leave a mark. Jean inhaled sharply, "So fucking t-tight, y/n." Jean said as he kept bottoming out into you, hitting your g-spot over and over again. 

Jean's lips found their way to yours, the kiss was deep. It was almost like he was trying to devour you as if you were his last meal. Although the kiss was deep, it had a meaning. You were his, you belonged to him. And, you were okay with that. Jean moved his lips from your throat and then moved to his next position. He grabbed your ankles and placed them on his shoulder, hitting your g-spot at a different angle. 

He kissed your ankle as he kept pounding into you. The view in front of you looked so hot. He was hitting all the places that made your mind go blank. “Fuck.” Jean moaned. His moans made you want to exploded right then and there. He moved your legs and by habit you wrap them around this waist. 

“This pussy was made for me, y/n.” Jean expressed in the nook of your neck, peppering kisses, sucking softly. Your fingers raked through his locks, lightly tugging. “J-Jean..harder.” You begged. You wanted him to fuck you like no other could. You wanted him to make you forget about Eren. 

His thrusts slow down making you whimper. Jean flips you on your stomach, “Grab onto the headboard.” He demanded. You wrap your fingers around the cold metal bars, “Please.” You begged. Jean chuckled as you felt his dick slam into you again. You practically scream, feeling the bed shift slightly. Jean’s hands find their place in your hair. His finger wraps around your hair, making a make-shift ponytail, tugging at your roots. You moan feeling his dick hit a new spot from the new position he has you in. 

You suddenly felt a harsh slap on your ass, you wince from he pain..but, you wanted more of it. Sounds of slapping skin fill the room, “Keep milking my cock, y/n.” You clench around his cock with every thrust. 

You could feel your orgasm building up, feeling Jean’s hand leave your hair, then snaking to your clit. “You gonna’ cum, princess?” You nod, not being able to find the words. You felt another harsh slap on your ass, “Words.” He warned. Jean’s movements on your clit made your toes curl, making you moan loudly. 

“Yes, I-I need to cum..so so bad.” You felt his thrust fasten, knowing he was close too. He instantly flips you over again, feeling his lips on yours. You wrap yours around his neck, “Cum for me, princess.” That’s all it took. Your legs started trembling as your orgasm unraveled. Jean emptied his load into you, letting you ride out your orgasm. 

His lips found yours again as he pulled out. This kiss was different. This kiss felt like you were home..with him. 

Jean’s lips left yours as he got up and walked to your bathroom, leaving you absolutely speechless. You couldn’t believe that just happened..but yet, you were so glad it did. You turn your head to see Jean in the bathroom, running a washcloth under some water. 

Eren never did aftercare. He would just fuck you, and leave you hanging. Most of the time, you didn’t even finish..it was always about him finishing, his pleasure before yours, and that’s when your handy vibrator came into your life. Looks like you wouldn’t be needing that anymore with the way Jean just fucked you. 

You thought sex like this belonged in porn.

Jean walked out of the bathroom smiling, “What are you smiling about?” You questioned him as he bends your still trembling legs. He kisses the top of your knees as he cleans your most sensitive area, you wince feeling the washcloth on your clit. 

“You.” It was a simple one word..but, it made your heart melt leaving your very dirty thoughts behind. His fingers find your clit again, as that smile turned into a sly smirk. You moan, “Jean.” You warned softly, as he rubs it slowly.  His fingers slip into your hole, “Just cleaning you out.” He says, as his fingers hit your g-spot. Your hand wraps around his wrist, “Do you want me to stop?” You shaking your head, never wanting him to stop. 

He continues his movements, your legs squeezing together as his long, slim fingers continue to pump into you. You could feel your orgasm bubbling up. “Let go for me, princess.” And that’s all it took for your third orgasm to unravel, leaving you in a moaning mess. 

His fingers left your cunt as his eyes locks with yours. He licks his fingers cleaning, “Now, I’m actually going to clean you up.” A giggle leaves your mouth as you feel the washcloth sliding over your skin again. You could get used to this. 

You started thinking about life with Jean. “So, now what happens?” You ask out of curiosity. You were absolutely terrified of losing him. You didn’t know what was going to happen. Were you guys going to pretend this didn’t happen? Were you guys going to start a life together? Were you guys going to stay as friends? You had so many questions that were fueling your anxiety. 

He stops his movements, looking at you, “I said that I was never going to let you go, y/n. You’re mine.” Tears start to form in your eyes, “Losing you to Eren was my biggest mistake, I should have never let you go..I felt like I hurt you. If I would have kept pushing you, and telling you everything he was doing behind your back, I thought I would have lost you permanently.” He stands up and walks across the room, throwing the used washcloth into the hamper. Then walking towards the bed, laying next to you. He places his hand on your cheek, “I will never ever let you go..And I mean it. I will spend all this lifetime and the next proving it to you.”

As a tear escapes your eye, Jean’s thumb catches it, “Why are you crying?” And suddenly, there were more tears..too many tears for his thumb to catch. You roll over, placing your head on his chest. “I’m sorry.” You say in the midst of a broken sob, Jean doesn’t say anything, he just caresses your head and lets you cry. 

You wrap your arm around his chest, hugging him so tight, as if he was going to leave went you woke up. All this time, Jean waited for you. For all the years that you were with Eren, Jean was there waiting to help you when he left. 

The day that Eren left the apartment, you called Jean, and he ran to your apartment. You didn’t know who else to call, you wanted the one person who knew how to comfort you, your best friend. Jean helped you through all the stages of your break up. He was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there when you couldn’t find yourself. And now, here he was yet again, being the shoulder you cried on. 

“It should have been you, Jean.” You said through the soft sobs, “It shouldn’t have been Eren, I should have never been with him..it was supposed to be you.” Jean kissed the top of your head, comforting you. 

Jean kisses the top of your head, as you looked up at him, “Now we can make up for lost time.” His lips inched towards yours, “Starting now.” His lips connected with yours. 

This is what loves feels like..and it’s how it should have been from he start. 

Jean is your forever.

Jean is the missing piece to your broken puzzle.

Jean is the person you prayed to God for everyday instead of Eren. 

Jean is your other half. 

____

2 YEARS LATER:

“Here’s to your last day being engaged!!” Mikasa exclaimed as she jumps into your arms. You were out for brunch with all your girlfriends, celebrating your last day being an engaged woman. You never thought this day would come. 

Jean ended up proposing a year ago..and it was so romantic. You both knew you wanted to get married. Jean wanted it to be a surprise though. He had taken you to a romantic restaurant..which would have been very cliche of him. You and him would always joke about the cliches. He knew you wanted everything but the cliches. 

He ended up getting on one knee when you least expected it. He wanted to catch you off guard. You and him were going house hunting when he proposed. You guys were looking at a house and the moment you step foot into it, you saw your life with Jean flash before your eyes. Every corner you turned, you could imagine kids running around. When you went into the kitchen, you saw family dinners..just the thought alone brought tears to your eyes. 

It was when you guys walked into the backyard when you looked Jean in the eyes and told him exactly how you felt. That was your forever home, the place where you wanted to grow old and gray with Jean, the place where you wanted to start a family..that was where your future was. You turned around for a split second and when you turn back to face Jean, he proposed. 

You didn’t even let him finish talking. You knew you wanted to marry Jean for years. Even before Eren. 

Even after a year of him proposing to you, you still think about every single word Jean said. He said the same exact thing you were thinking while walking through the house. His dream was your dream. 

The wedding was around the corner and you couldn’t wait. It was going to be a small wedding. You and Jean just wanted something simple. You both agreed that the memories were more important than the big wedding. 

As you, Mikasa, and the rest of your friends leave after drinking one too many mimosas, you accidentally bump into someone. You instantly apologize, looking up to see the man who broke you in ways you thought couldn’t be fixed. This was the actual time you bumped into him. “Y/N?” Hearing your name leave his lips sounded like poison. It’s the one voice that still haunts you. 

You started to feel sick, feeling bile rising up your throat. His eyes inched towards your taken hand. You couldn’t find words. There were so many things you wanted to say..but, it wasn’t worth your time. Jean helped you move on, he put you back together when you couldn’t find the pieces. Eren took a piece of you that you were still trying to find..even after all these years. You slowly back away, calling out his name once. 

You walk past him linking your arm with Mikasa’s, “I’m sorry.” The two words stop your movement, you turn around for a split second, feeling Mikasa giving you and encouraging squeeze. “You’re not sorry, Eren. You never were..you ruined me. Y-You used me, cheated on me, fucking tore my heart into pieces.” You walked closer to him, “You don’t get to apologize, you piece of lowlife scum, I hope you rot.” 

Before he could say another word, you turned away linking your arm with Mikasa’s. You feel good. A smile spread on your face, “You feel good, y/n?” You nod, feeling a sense of relief fuel your veins. 

You never really got closure and that was something you struggled with for the longest. You still don’t understand why he cheated on you. The countless therapy sessions helped for a short period of time. But, this is your closure. You said what you said, and you feel good. This is what you needed to open the next chapter of your life. 

As you walk into your stunning house, you were immediately greet by the newest addition to your family, Remi. She’s a french bulldog you and Jean adopted when you moved into the house. She lights up your world. You and Jean are so grateful for her. After greeting your pup, you were greeted by your fiancee. 

You give him a soft kiss, feeling his hands on your waist, instantly feeling like you’re home. “How was brunch?” A smile spread on your face as you take off your coat, “It was a lot of fun! I wish you were there though.” You said as you were taking off your heels. 

“Yeah, I wish I went too. Connie is having a late dinner later to have a pre-celebration for tomorrow.” You roll your eyes with a smile, “Make sure you don’t drink too much, Jean.” A chuckle leaves his throat, giving you another kiss on the cheek. 

As you both walk towards the kitchen, you were thinking about how to tell Jean about your interaction with Eren. 

He opens the cabinet when you broke silence, “I bumped into Eren.” 

Jean turns around, placing both of his hands on the counter, “What happened? Did he do anything?” You shake your head, as a small smile spread on your face, “I got closure, Jean. I feel good.” You went onto telling him what you said and you both ended up laughing. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. So, telling him what you said made the both of you laugh. 

“I’m proud of you, y/n.” The four words made tears run down your cheek. Yet again, even after all these years, Jean is there to catch every single tear. “I’m glad you finally got the closure you’ve been searching for.” You wrap your arms around his waist, “Me too. I feel like I can let go of that chapter of my life.” 

Tomorrow was the start of a new chapter. 

Although you know your next chapter won’t be picture perfect, you were okay with that. As long as you had Jean on your side, you knew that it would be your version of picture perfect. And, that’s all you needed. 

__

As you’re walking down the isle, you think about everything you (and Jean) have been through to get to this moment. 

In a sense, you were grateful that everything happened, because it led you here, marrying your best friend, and you couldn’t imagine life go any other way. Jean has taught you that love is real, you just have to find the right person. Life has a funny way of showing love, it’s like a road to describe it the least. 

Life and love are both bumpy roads, there’s all these bumps, cracks, unexpected turns, things that get in your way. But, once you get past that, the road is smooth and clear. 

Today, you’re marrying your soulmate, your other half, your best friend, & you couldn’t wait to finally be Mrs. Kirstein. 

Jean didn’t lie when he said you were his. Since that day, he never left your side. He was there for everything. Every doubt, every cry, everywhere you least expected him to be. 

The six words you’ve been waiting for years for finally approached, “You may now kiss the bride.” Jean kissed you like your life depended on it..just like the first time he kissed you. The kiss that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, the kiss that makes time go by slowly, the kiss that makes all the others seem non-existent. 

“I told you, you were always mine, y/n.” He whispered against your lips. A bright smile spread on your face. It was just you and him. You zoned out the crowd, as if time was going in slow motion. You stare into his eyes and see your future. You place your thumb under his eyes, collecting the tears that he’s always done for you. 

Inching your lips towards his, feeling the same emotions as his. You whisper, “Forever and always yours.”

The end. 

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Finishing note: thank you so much for all the love in broken promises! It’s been two years since I posted it and it’s still one of my favorites. I am very happy with how it ended. There were some bits and pieces in here that I took from my actual life. Remi is true!! She’s my baby🫶🏻..plus some breakup scenes were from my breakup😭. Anywhos, I hope to be able to get back into writing soon :)

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Knock me up already!! (AOT HC’s) Part 1

Requested by: @arlerts-angel

Summary: You tell your husband that you want a baby

Jean

“Hey baby,” you gently pull Jean’s attention from the people below your balcony. Jean had started people watching recently from there.

Your eyes had spotted a couple pushing a stroller down the street, stopping to take a break at the ice cream shop a couple buildings down, leaving you to be able to see the sleeping baby in the stroller.

“Yes Princess,”

“I want us to have a baby,” you came out and said it. There was no use beating around the bush. All that would do would be wasting time. Jean had started to sip on a glass of lemonade that you’d brought out for him when you noticed he was on the porch. Lemonade that he now proceeded to choke on when he processed the words that left your lips.

“I wanna make sure I heard you right. You want a baby,” Jean spoke and you nodded.

“Say no more. What my Princess wants, my Princess gets,” he smirked and scooped you into his arms and carried you to your bedroom that was just inside your balcony.

With only a few thrusts, he had you moaning his name, and that didn’t stop well into the night.

After a while, you two decided to take a break. For you both to recharge and for you to go use the bathroom.

There was just one slight problem.

“Baby? Can you help me get off the bed? I can’t walk,” you spoke, feeling how much your legs were shaking while laying flat on your back. There was no way you were going to try putting weight on said legs.

“Yeah one second honey,” he came in with a smirk on his face.

“What?” You asked and his smirk deepened.

“I came through on my promise earlier. The one where I told you that if you kept being a brat, you wouldn’t walk for a couple days at least,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Might want to call out of work Princess,” he told you as he scooped you up and walked you to the bathroom, setting you on the toilet.

The next day, while you were resting on the couch with Netflix, Jean had been all smiles and had a serious pep in his step. He was floating on cloud nine as the image of you, belly swollen with the baby you both made, was on constant replay. So much so that the first place he went to after leaving work, was the drugstore to get a pregnancy test.

When he came home, after checking on you and giving you kisses, he handed you the bag with the test inside.

“Jean, I can’t take this right now,”

“Why not? With how much cum I shot into you yesterday, there’s no way that’s going to come up with anything less than positive,”

“Baby, it doesn’t work that way. There’s a bit of a waiting game. We have to wait for my body to miss my next period, and then we can test it,” you explained, a smile on your face with how clueless your husband was.

“Oh. So when are you supposed to be on your next period?” He asked, a bit of his bravado diminished.

“A couple weeks from now. But I promise we can test every morning that week,” you gave Jean a smile and he kissed your nose.

“Honestly Princess, all I could think about at work today was you pregnant with our baby,”

“Me too,” you admitted and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Sure enough, a couple weeks later, as promised, every day that week, you’d taken the tests. Jean had went and got 6 more over the couple weeks between the first one and now.

After the waiting time for the test to read, you stared at the test, trying to look at it from all different angles because you honestly couldn’t tell. The one you grabbed at random happened to be one of the ones with the lines rather than the ones that you urged Jean to buy after the first one. The ones that will flat out tell you if you are or not.

Having heard your phones timer, Jean looked at the test himself, his head tilting and an eyebrow rose.

“Can you tell what that is?”

“Nope. Onto another,” you reached underneath the cabinet and grabbed another test.

After another ten minutes, you glanced at the test window. Jean had turned around to see your eyes watering, and you grabbed the test, lifting it up for him to see the clear word in the window.

‘Pregnant’

Armin

It came on your little princess’s fourth birthday, when the knowledge that your little girl was growing up finally slapped you across the face.

“What’s wrong?” Armin asked, noticing a frown between your brows as you both got ready for bed.

“It just hit me that Estelle is growing up. She’s not our little baby anymore,” you pouted and Armin smiled gently before pulling you to his chest.

“Estelle will always be our baby girl. She’s just getting a little bigger,” Armin tried to reason, and that was when you let the ball drop.

“What if we tried for another?” You asked and Armin’s eyes widened in surprise, before a brilliant smile crossed his lips.

“Please tell me this isn’t some TikTok prank Angel. I don’t know if I could handle that,”

“It’s not. It’s been enough time since I was pregnant last and Estelle is going to start kindergarten soon,” you reasoned. And like that, Armin’s oceanic eyes went to the lock on your bedroom door, ensuring it was indeed locked.

When his eyes met yours, your breath caught in your throat. Armin’s beautiful blue eyes were almost all black, consumed with the lust running through his veins.

Midway through, he had to cover your mouth with his hand.

“I can’t be sure to breed this pussy if you wake up Estelle. Now be quiet for daddy and I’ll make sure to knock you up Angel,” he told you in a deep voice and you nodded, needing to be tipped over the edge that you were now balancing on.

Sure enough, after a few more rounds of that every night, it was no surprise that the test came back positive. Armin swung you around in a circle and peppered your face with kisses.

“Now to tell Estelle she’s going to be a big sister,” you smiled brightly before bringing Armin’s lips to yours.

Reiner

It would’ve come after keeping an eye on the four teens that followed Reiner around like little ducklings. And you loved it. Specifically Gabi and Falco were the ones you had to really keep an eye on though, since Gabi was known for getting in trouble and Falco was so obviously in love- he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

When you both were in your apartment for the night, and you were behind Reiner giving his shoulders a massage, that was when you dropped the bomb that you knew all day.

“Reiner?”

“Alright this must be serious, you’re using my government name,” he’d turned around, instinctively wrapping his arms around your waist.

“So I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” you trailed off. Now that Reiner’s gentle eyes were on you, you didn’t know if you could go through with it. What if he stuck to his statement from a few years ago ‘I don’t want to bring a baby into a world like this,’

“What’s wrong Princess?” Reiner asked, seeing your hesitation.

“I don’t know how you’ll feel about this, but I want us to have a baby,” The smile that spread over your husband’s lips had you taken aback. You were expecting shock, not glee and excitement.

“Really?” He asked, wanting to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

“Yeah,”

“Well then let’s get started,” Reiner stood to his full height to ensure the door was locked and the blinds and curtains were drawn. Nobody was getting a free peep show.

And like that, over the next couple of weeks, you got a couple noise complaints, leading Reiner to stop at an Adam & Eve on his way home after the second noise complaint.

“A ball gag?” You asked with a raised brow and Reiner got the dark twinkle in his eyes.

“What can I say? You aren’t quiet when you’re gonna cum,”

“So where’s yours?” You teased, and suddenly you were picked up and swept away to the bedroom where you got to test said ball gag out.

No more complaints.

You were pretty convinced, with how much of Reiner’s seed was stuffed into you, that you were pregnant. Even before you missed the visit from Aunt Flo. So when you did miss it, your best friend Pieck had a pregnancy test waiting for you at her apartment when you came over for couples game night while waiting for Reiner to show up.

He had gotten some last minute rush paperwork that came across his desk ten minutes before he was supposed to leave, and after asking his boss, he found out that he couldn’t leave until it was done since it was time sensitive.

“I’m going to be surprised if it comes back negative,” they commented during the waiting period for the test to read the sample.

Once both of you looked at the test, Pieck wrapped you into a tight hug.

“I’m going to have a little niece or nephew!” Pieck smiled brightly.

“Yeah now just how to tell him?” You thought for a moment and Pieck got a mischievous look in their eye.

“I’ve got an idea,”