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pigeonpeach · 4 months

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Early love!

Aka into the early courting stages! Pure fluff

Characters included: Arlecchino, Jean, Diluc, Shenhe, Chlorinde

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Arlecchino

Early into the courting stages it is quite awkward. As the caretaker you know she’s not the most emotional or social of bosses. But she often requests you stay a little bit late or come see her in her office. At first it has you terrified you did something wrong. But overtime you get used to it. These little meetings are mostly her talking about the kids and any issues you think they might have etc. Nothing too unexpected, but then she starts asking personal questions like lovelife and values. You can’t help but overthink what it means

Truth be told Arlecchino is already smitten with you at this point. She’s just now starting to make her move now that she’s certain life can’t be as enjoyable without you. She sends you flowers on your day off, unintentionally the children also start to try and brag about their father in a advertising sense. She’s well composed, she brings home cakes and desserts specifically for you to enjoy over tea alone with her. She also starts to slowly suggest you move in or move closer. Even offering to compensate the cost. She’s slow with this all. Making sure to ease you into it so she won’t scare you off.

The first time you ask if she’d like to get dinner sometime she almost got a heart attack. She didn’t expect you to be so forward but you’ve grown accustomed to her to the point she’s no longer intimidating. She of course accepts watching you light up and blush with a hidden glee herself.

Jean

Oh she’s very old school. She approaches your parents for permission to court you and of course they agree. Gifts show up at your door, often flowers or your favorite treats. Meals are sent including your favorite foods with the price paid in advance. And she lingers around in your presence. Her gifts are bold but she herself is not. She’s very professional around you. She’s very polite but she tries to hard to hide her blush and trembling lips. You’re just too beautiful for her. Everytime she looks at you she is overwhelmed with her feelings. Mostly she writes letters complimenting your skills, your beauty, anything. The Knights also seem to be more protective of you.

Its quite cute for you to see the Acting Grandmaster so flustered. Her cheeks turn red when you look at her and talk to her. You decided to return the favor one-day and send her a meal, homemade, her favorite too. And ohhh she went from overworked and tired to beaming pure joy when she heard it was from you. She treasured each bite like it was gold. When she found out it was made by you she felt like she was on cloud 9. She was already starting to plan the wedding. The other knights were too.

Shenhe

Shenhe was a odd woman. She doesn’t quite understand when you pick to the best flowers and offer them to her, your face red and your hands shaking that it’s because you like her. She sees it as you trying to appease her like she’s some demon. When you clarify its just a gift she thanks you and… eats the flowers..

You try to introduce her to more tasty meals but she’s more fond of salads and vegetarian meals. Its an adeptus thing she says but its also a bit jarring to see her just eat the bouquet of flowers you spent so long agonizing over and debating which was better looking. The best method is gift giving. A beautiful ornate hairpin is appreciated and she will wear it.

One thing though is Cloud Retainer who is seemingly putting you through trials and tribulations to court her as she wants to make sure you’re the absolute best for her. You still do so. When she suggests you train to get a idea of what Shenhe’s life is like you do and boy are you sore from one day’s worth of training. She wanted to make sure you weren’t weak.

But when its all said and done, you didn’t quite pull off those herculean tasks, but your dedication and determination was proof enough that you were worthy to her. You planned a whole confession on Jueyun Karst, the journey there now seeming more like a hike after all your efforts, having appeased your future mother in law, and being a bit more stronger than before she just randomly asks you out one day before the day of the confession. You accept yes but its unfortunate you planned all this romantic gestures and such for nothing. In the future you just have to be direct and obvious.

Chlorinde

Oh another chivalrous lady! Like jean she’ll request permission… from yourself.. you’re confused because it’s basically a confession but she insists on still going through the courting process. Does she not realize you already accepted her affection? Oh well. The gifts are wonderful. She even has a customized outfit made for you at Chiori’s which fits you so well. Delicate lace you look absolutely stunning in. Jewelry, food, flowers, and more. You keep telling her you accept her feelings but she insists on continuing. Its improper to conclude too soon apparently? She wants to go through the whooleee routine. You even send her gifts in return to which she proudly wears and displays in her home. She refuses to throw out the flowers even when they’re brown and crisp. Finally after a month of having already accepted her feelings, already having told her that: she asks you out. And you accept. Somehow she looks surprised and delighted as if everyone couldnt tell the outcome.

Diluc

Oh another chivalrous one! Only he’s a bit more shy. He’s got a big reputation and he worries if he makes it too public if you would get dog piled on by his other admirers. So his gifts aren’t marked. Causing you to go crazy trying to figure out who is giving you sooo many flowers! You’re questioning Flora when Donna breaks down in tears realizing you’re the one Diluc had been sending flowers to and not her. She makes you swear to treat him well and love him dearly. Which is very confusing but you still agree. You mostly just wanted to tell him to please send something else because you’re out of vases and your cat keeps trying to eat the flowers.

You aren’t sure where to go from here though. Do you confront him? Do you send him something? Unlike Diluc you do not have this courting tradition engrained into you. You don’t exactly have alot to offer really. So you decided to catch him in the act of leaving flowers. You stayed home all day diligently watching the door from your window, not wanting to make a fool of yourself and ensure for certain it was Diluc. Donna could’ve been wrong afterall. She wasn’t though. You were almost half asleep when you heard footsteps. You peered out your window catching sight of his red hair. You immediately junped out and called out to him and… fell out the window into the planter below. Whoops.

So your first “date” with Diluc might’ve been him rushing you to the Cathedral to be seen and healed. Luckily the planter broke your fall but he still fretted over you. He apologized alot despite you reassuring him it was fine. He ended up worried when you said you spent all day waiting to catch him. You forgot to eat and he dragged you to dinner, paying for it of course. You ended up bonding with him over it. He refuses to call it your first date with him becoming so much went wrong but you still enjoyed it.

You forgot to tell him to not send flowers thiugh because shortly after that you came home to a bunch of flowers. Luckily this time they were potted plants so you could patch up your garden you body slammed.

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oh-meretseger · 1 month

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part 4 - Tease

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

summary: the sexual frustration between you gets to its peak when your first kiss happens (🥹), starting a game of brutal teasing on both sides

notes: 18+! although not so much of a smut (some public touching and groping, making out hehe), mainly fluff, some cute moments before posting some disgustingly dirty smut in the next chapter lmao

word count: 4,6k

"Sasha, stop calling me pookie bear or I'm going ballistic" Jean calmly blinked in her direction after setting the empty box of pad thai down. Sasha was already on her third portion, mercilessly stuffing her face full like she's been starving for a week.

"But you're my pookie bear, what do you mean?" Sasha's jaw stopped chewing, stunned for a moment by hearing such astonishing nonsense, as she stared back at Jean. She notoriously got addicted to every single silly nickname she made up for her friends, and used it uncontrollably until she discovered a new one.

Jean let out an exhausted sigh, but still leaned back on his bed with a chuckle as he shook his head.

"And what about me?" Connie complained loudly from the other bed with a mouth full of noodles. None of the three were giving any more fucks about the movie playing on Connie's notebook in the background.

"You're my pookie pie"

"Yeah, I like pie" Connie shrugged, giving his blessing as Sasha nodded diligently.

"I know"

"Yeah, but I'm not a bear, so how does that work?" Jean huffed, holding back a smile at how Sasha's expression instantly turned outraged, just like he guessed.

"You are!" Sasha snapped at him and Jean laughed out loud. "You're a big ass hairy animal, but still cute and huggable"

"Ah right, thanks" Jean's ironic tone did not faze her in the slightest.

"I'm deeply sorry bro, but I wouldn't say you're cute, at all" Connie's eyes were back on the movie, although his attention was fully on the brilliant, highly knowledgeable conversation in the background.

"Y/N thinks you are" Sasha shrugged carelessly while ruthlessly devouring her last bites of dinner, and Jean's heart started pounding in his chest all of a sudden.

He cleared his throat to avoid choking on his own saliva, and tried to reply just as casually as Sasha spit out this small little information.

"What do you mean?" Jean couldn't believe how flustered he became by simply hearing your name. He didn't like it. The hell is his heart beating so fast for?

"She has the biggest crush on you, don't tell me you didn't notice" Sasha giggled to herself at Jean's honest, dumb expression. She found you two idiots adorable, pretending you didn't absolutely have the hots for each other.

"The hell are you on? They're at each other's throats all the fucking time" Connie turned his head at hearing such nonsensical gibberish.

"I truly feel sorry for you men sometimes" Sasha blinked at two of the most imbecile faces she's ever seen. "Are you really that slow?! Why in tarnation do you think I left you two alone?"

Jean felt heat spread through his body as images of you popped up in his memory, your warm body against his, teeth sunk into his skin...

"They fucked?!" Connie yelled out in shock and Jean couldn't help cracking up at how serious he sounded.

"Not YET" Sasha looked at Connie with a nod of true wisdom as Jean huffed in disapproval. Although deep inside, a feeling of excitement started to make him tingle.

"Shut your silly mouth, Sasha" Jean snapped at her, holding back a smile trying to climb up on his face all the way from his heart. "You've been acting a fool since you started latching onto that canteen guy"

"My brother in Christ, you're in denial" Sasha gave up. She already knew you were bound to be together anyway. "And I've always been silly, Niccolo just brings out the best in me"

"I love that guy, he makes the best risottos" Connie agreed in his own way, still pretending to watch the movie.

"He cooks me his secret special meals" she added, her eyes literally sparkling with pure bliss as she said those words, and Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm bringing him to your party, Consuelo"

"That's literally not my name" Connie stated, not even moving his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"Okay, Conrad"

"I'm texting Marco to come" Jean grabbed his phone, verbalizing his actions as both Sasha and Connie turned their head in excitement.

"Yesss, I miss Marco!"

You were rather anxious about this party. Connie's parents lived close to the campus, and the group of people Connie invited over to their house sounded fun when Sasha listed them all to you in detail. But still, there was something unnerving about a night of careless fun, coming out of your little shell and letting yourself go in front of such new people, in front of Jean.

"C'mon, we're gonna have an amazing time!" Sasha encouraged you after seeing a small anxious frown form on your face.

"I know, it's always an amazing time with you guys" you smiled, your heart pounding hard at the thought of seeing Jean at the party. "But what should I wear?"

"POOKIE, let me help you with that" Sasha jumped up from your bed and shot straight to your closet, as you watched her with an entertained grin.

You walked down the hallway on the way to your afternoon class, Friday leaving a freeing bliss in your chest as you listened to your playlist. The always busy corridor was now almost empty, everyone having left the stress of weekdays behind to finally enjoy their free time. Anxiety turned into a small glimpse of excitement in your stomach the past few days, and you couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow night.

Your headphones suddenly flying off of your head jerked you out of being in your own thoughts, and before you could even react, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a narrow passageway with an overwhelming force.

Your body crashed into a much larger frame, and a familiar sense of warmth flowed through you as Jean's smell hit your nose before you could even get a look at your kidnapper.

"Hey! Give it back!" your hand shot towards his immediately, but of course with one movement of his arm your headphones were instantly removed far from your reach, as he held it up above his head. A grin grew on his face as he looked down at you, his other hand still squeezing your wrist, and once again, you felt your cheeks get warm under his intense stare. That stupid cocky grin of his...

"D'you think I should?" Jean's voice was smooth and low, enough to make your mind go hazy. You couldn't believe how fast it all could get too much. His intoxicating scent, the warmth of his body as he towered over you, his fingers' touch on your skin, his voice and beautiful hazel eyes melting you into a puddle...

You felt weak.

"Can you stop doing that? My arm is getting all bruised up from you pulling on it" you sneered up at him, not even trying to get further away as your bodies pressed into each other. Jean's eyes slipped down to your plump lips as you mockingly smirked. "And kidnapping me"

"Kidnapping you? You could definitely not move your little hands around like that, if I were to kidnap you" Jean's raised hand inched lower and lower to slowly put your headphones around your neck as your eyes desperately pierced into his. You felt yourself melt into him, his look deliberately making you go soft and mindless, as his delicious-looking lips were so dangerously close to you...

As Jean's other hand became free, it slid down on the sleeve of your hoodie to grab your other wrist. The hard grip of his hands restraining yours was enough to make you soaking wet.

And that strangely made your confidence bounce right back.

"Why are you stalking me anyway?" you stared into his eyes with a self-assured smile slightly curving your lips.

Jean felt blood rush right to his crotch at the devilish sparkle in your eyes, almost visibly turning dark as you looked up at him. What a naughty girl.

Although weakness was palpable in the air between both of you. You both knew you would fold the moment your hips pressed into each other just a tad bit more.

Jean's hands gripping your wrists moved them behind your back with a swift motion.

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Miss Important" he smiled and you felt yourself blushing again as his arms pulled your body more into his, cuffing your hands behind you. Being controlled by Jean's big arms felt... Heavenly. "You want me to stalk you, don't you?"

"Unlike yourself, I'm not a pervert, dumbass" you let the magic word slip from between your lips, and warmth filled your chest as Jean cracked up. You felt like you could stay in his embrace forever, looking at his handsome face and beautiful smile endlessly... If your pussy didn't ache from the tension of being restrained by his tall frame. "You're lucky you have such pretty eyes, otherwise I would be kneeling on your back right now"

Your obvious joke of physically overcoming him flew right over his head as your words of praise reached his ears - and a slight tint of pink immediately dusted his cheeks. From ear to ear.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Jean" your smile grew into the widest grin as the rarest species on planet Earth, flustered Jean hesitated momentarily, looking into your eyes. "Are you-"

You stopped your own words. Instantly wanting to tease him was like a natural instinct, but in a matter of moments, your urge to deepen that adorable blush on his face became overwhelming. You wanted him to know how much your lips desired his at that very moment. You wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to feel good.

Jean felt your body rise onto tiptoes under his arms as your heels parted from the ground and in a second, your face reached his, your lips connecting in a soft kiss.

You immediately melted at feeling each other's lips, sensitive nerves making your hungry minds explode with pleasure. Jean felt all tension leave your body, and let go of one of your wrists to catch you from collapsing. You literally felt your knees give out. Jean's arm felt so strong as it snaked around your waist, you barely audibly whimpered into the kiss - and Jean felt himself grow hard at the sweet sound.

"Mmph y- your lips feel so good" you mumbled against his soft lips and Jean was seeing stars. He never imagined your honeylike voice to be able to make him crumble even more in real life, than on the phone the other day. Your body so hot against his, the touch of your lips so plump and sweet on his, your scent making him feel like he was drunk out of his mind.

Jean let out a quiet moan as your tongue danced along his lower lip, then slipped into his mouth eagerly. Immediately after you granted access, his tongue answered, sliding against yours, and you felt warmth flooding your pussy at the wet sounds you two were making. Jean's one hand gripping your wrist, the other one slowly sliding on the side of your waist, finding its way under your hoodie, making contact with the sensitive skin close to your breast...

It all felt so filthy, you were turned on beyond belief.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jean grunted quietly after your lips parted, looking into your big, pleading eyes, but you already missed their warmth, so you softly pressed your lips back to his.

“What?” you whispered against him, your eyelids low from the heavenly feeling, and you felt Jean’s lips curve into a smile.

“You make me want to rip this off of you, right here, right now” Jean pulled on the sleeve of your hoodie, then with that same motion he grabbed your hand, removing it from its comfortable place on the side of his neck. You quietly whimpered as you felt one of his large hands gripping both of your wrists behind your back, his now free hand starting to slowly roam over your clothes. “You seem like the type of bad girl that likes the danger of getting caught”

“And you seem like the type to talk big, but do nothing” you knew exactly how bratty you sounded trying to tease Jean, but you also knew he had complete control over you. Your words were snarky, but your eyes blinked up at him with desperation, cheeks flushed with arousal.

Jean let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right” he smiled, but a sinful light flashed in his hazel eyes. Oh, you’re in for it. His free hand skimmed down to the brim of your hoodie, lifting it to expose the jeans tight on your butt. You unintentionally let out a sigh as his fingers gripped into the fabric and he started groping your ass without any shame. “I wouldn’t have the balls to touch you like that”

You felt wetness soaking through your panties at his firm touch, his breath hot on your ear as he looked at his own hand’s movements over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t dare to pull these down” the groping stopped as a long finger creeped under the waist of your jeans, sending chills up your spine as he lightly dragged his fingertip along your skin. “What would we do if someone caught you with pants around your knees, moaning like a whore?”

“Jean” you quietly whined his name, losing your mind as his palm slid up your waist, over that stupid hoodie preventing his skin from touching yours.

“Getting desperate, are we?” he spoke softly, his hand stopping right at the underwire of your bra. Jean’s fingers moved carefully around the curve of your clothed tits, earning another whimper from you as you felt your pussy clench around nothing. “How outrageous would it be to grope your naked tits…”

You wanted him to grab them, feel the soft tissue with his hand, but Jean’s thumb just gently brushed over your nipple getting hard under the multiple layers of clothes.

“Or to take them into my mouth… Suck on them” Jean felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his groin as he pressed his thumb into the plush of your breast. Feeling you against himself, watching your eyes close in pleasure and your pretty swollen lips form an O made it extremely painful to hold his composure. Your flushed cheeks made him want to press you against the wall and do exactly what he just described. “A coward like me wouldn’t wanna get caught licking you, fingers buried in your wet little hole”

Jean felt his hard cock twitch in his pants as you pressed your hips even harder into him, desperate to feel his growing erection. His hand slid onto your delicate neck, fingers gently pushing into the sides.

“Holy-“ you mumbled, your head falling back as Jean leaned closer, his scruff scratching the sensitive skin as he earned access to your neck. His lips grazed over your skin, sending tingles down your body, and he deeply inhaled your sweet scent...

Then everything got cruelly ripped away from you in a matter of seconds.

“See ya tomorrow, smartass” you heard Jean’s voice and your eyes shot open, only to be met with his self-assured, cocky grin. He let go of your wrists and your neck, hands sliding into the pockets of his denim jacket while he stepped back, depriving you of the blissful heat of his body.

Jean felt so satisfied, so pleased with himself. You stood there for a moment, left utterly confused, your big eyes still eager, blinking towards him, swollen lips parted as if you wanted to say something, but the feeling of surprise made you catch your breath. You were so adorable, he had to hold back a chuckle.

He liked how confident sexual tension seemed to make you, but he just couldn’t help himself teasing you, making you go weak under his control.

“Je-“ a fragile little sound tried to break through the shock gripping your throat, but Jean’s reply cut you off as he turned his back to you, simply walking away.

“Tomorrow!”

You just stood there, astounded, your heart still racing, warmth filling your cheeks and panties damp from your wetness. Jean’s grip still burned the skin on your wrists and neck like a phantom. Your mind was so confused, you couldn’t even be mad at the man arrongantly strolling away from you like this was the most entertaining walk of his life.

And you completely forgot about the afternoon class you were originally headed to.

Frustration quickly turned into confidence as you stood in front of the mirror in your dorm after your little ice cream date with Sasha, getting ready for the party. It was a rare occasion, so you let your hair down, to Sasha’s biggest delight.

"You look sooo good, dear lord!" she exclaimed with an enthusiastic smile, encouraging you to do a little spin and she howled like a wolf.

"C'mon, it's not that special" you laughed at her excessive reaction. "But you do look breathtaking in that dress, emerald suits you"

"You think so?" Sasha looked down at herself, hands soothing the thin fabric. It was quite short, sleeves off the shoulders, showing off her delicate, pale skin. She truly looked beautiful.

"Niccolo's gonna pee his pants seeing you" you nodded and Sasha cracked up.

"He better pee his pants" she slipped her arms into her bolero. "And Jean better jizz his pants, to be honest"

"Sasha!" you chuckled as you shook your head, trying to shake off the thought of Jean orgasming, in any way, before your blushing could give any awkward feelings away. Sasha jumped to you and leaned over to pull your dress in all the right places to make it look even better. It was black and tight, its length ending right above your knees, but a longer slit letting one of your thighs be seen.

"What? You're a goddess, you better start believing that" Sasha threw her oversized leather jacket on your shoulders. "C'mon, grab your phone, let's go"

Connie's parents must be delighted to let a bunch of kids trash their house, you thought, as Sasha closed the door of your Uber and caught up to you waiting on the pavement. It seemed like a nice and quiet neighborhood, now muffled thuds breaking the silence of the street as you heard the bass of the music coming from inside.

"Bruh, Cornelius told me he invited twenty people at max" Sasha noted as you walked past a few unfamiliar faces sitting on the stairs of the front porch, drinking and cackling loudly. She swung the front door open like she owned the place, and the brutal noise hit you in your chest.

"Who the hell is Cornelius?" you asked with an amused laugh, but Sasha couldn't hear you anymore, the sound of loud music, people shouting, laughing and just generally being intoxicated deafening both of you. Sasha grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

Bumping into a bunch of strangers in a dimly lit room and loud noise overwhelming your senses was not how you imagined Connie's "friendly get together" to go.

"There he is" Sasha let go of your hand as you reached the kitchen, the lights brighter and the noise slightly less disturbing than in the crowded living room. You leaned against the doorframe where Sasha left you as you watched Sasha punch Connie's arm without a word being spoken between them.

"AARGH, are you out of your mind?" Connie jumped back from the open fridge in shock, his hand shooting towards the painful shoulder.

"You told me it was gonna be a small party! How are we supposed to order pizza for so many people?" Sasha yelled at him, absolutely infuriated about the food situation.

Non-existant food situation, may we add.

"Why should we order pizza for everyone?! I don't even know them, who cares?" Connie yelled back at her, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge. "Did you come over to ask brainless questions, or will you let me have a fucking break?"

"Hi Y/n!" you suddenly heard your name from behind and your head snapped towards the familiar voice. You were met with Berthold's smile and his usual peaceful expression, not even minding Sasha and Connie killing each other in the background.

"Hi Bert" you smiled back, happy to see him. You rarely got to talk to him at the one single class you had together. "How are you?"

"Uh, good thanks, barely holding on inside this hell of a house" he replied and you chuckled, perfectly understanding his struggle with crowded, loud places.

"You're telling me! I feel like exploding and we just arrived" you shook your head. "Where's Annie?"

"We're sitting outside on the patio, you should join us. It's a lot more quiet out there" he suggested as a large hand slapped on his shoulder. You looked up at the tall man appearing next to Bert, broad shoulders towering over you, fingers running through his blonde hair, bright eyes and a charming smile glistening towards you. "This is my friend, Reiner, by the way. I don't think you've met"

"Nice to meet you, Reiner" you nodded with a friendly smile and he accepted your hand reaching towards him, shaking it gently.

"The pleasure's mine, Y/n" Reiner softly returned your smile, and you started to feel flustered at the intense eye contact. "How come I've never seen you around campus?"

"She's pretty lame, looks like a grey little mouse most of the time" an unmistakable voice appeared next to you, and you turned to Jean sticking out your tongue in an instant. Bert rolled his eyes with a laugh and went over to the fridge, probably getting the drinks he originally came there for.

"Who asked the blockhead?" you snapped back as Jean stopped close to you, one arm pressing to yours, grinning down at you.

Your heart secretly started racing just by seeing him.

"Dunno man, looks like a gorgeous mouse to me" Reiner said winking at you, then turned and went to join Bert pondering in front of the open fridge. Warmth spread on your face as you watched Reiner grab a beer, and you deliberately avoided looking at Jean. "You want one, Jeanbo?"

"Nah, I'm good, thanks" Jean replied casually, but clenched his teeth as he looked down at your face, blushed from his compliment. The hell are you blushing for? Is this buff jock what you're into? Reiner, really?

Jean's jaw relaxed at the thought of how you'd probably clown him for being jealous. Jealous, good lord... It was like you sensed his eyes stuck on you, you raised your face to look at him with those big, sparkling eyes.

How could he not be jealous?

"Big man's not wrong" Jean said softly, so only you could hear, his eyes glancing over your outfit, then back to your face, and you felt your cheeks burn under his look. "You look beautiful"

Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help the smile instantly widening on your face. You turned your whole body towards Jean and felt your stomach flip at how his hazel eyes glistened right back at you with a warm smile.

"You look pretty handsome yourself" you grinned, moving to hold both of his hands. Jean's heart fluttered to the same rhythm yours did as the sight of your pretty smile and the touch of your fingers combined started to make him melt. "This shirt looks so good on you"

Your fingers ran along the collar of his dark button-up shirt, the fabric soft, comfy and smelling of his delicious scent.

"Don't try to make me blush, you little rat" he grunted with a low voice, making you laugh out loud, and he lifted his hands to grab both sides of your face, long fingers reaching into your hair at the nape of your neck. Tingles ran down your spine as your arms moved automatically to hug his waist as he stood so close to you. "Where are your glasses, smartass?"

"I'm wearing contacts" you blinked up at him as he stroked a few strands of your hair to tug them behind your ears.

Your stomach doing a backflip once again.

"I like the glasses" he brushed his thumb over your cheek, then looked back to your eyes, making your body burn with the familiar sense of warmth. "But you look pretty regardless"

You swallowed your reply as Jean's eyes shot to your lips. So plump and invitingly glistening with gloss. He wanted to kiss you so much.

"I like the earrings, too" Jean swiftly shifted his eyes to the little silver figures dangling from your ears. He thought they wonderfully emphasized your delicate little neck.

"Thanks, they're ladybugs" you grinned and Jean chuckled.

"Are they your little magical ladybugs? I knew you were a witch" he watched with a smirk as you bursted into laughing. He also noticed the shimmery eyeshadow on your eyelids, and how the makeup and your jewellery complimented your look so well. Although he knew exactly how gorgeous you were without them.

"You're very attentive tonight, Jeanbo" you sneered at him and Jean rolled his eyes at your smug smile. He hated that nickname.

"He's my teammate, your ass is not allowed to use that name"

"Will I be allowed if I start beating you with a stick as well?" your smile widened at making Jean crack up.

"The hell do you think we do while playing hockey?" he laughed, one of his hands moving to grab your chin. "It's not just beating each other with sticks, believe it or not"

"Sure" you borderline didn't even know what you were talking about. Not even having a sip of alcohol yet, you smiled up at Jean drunkenly, intoxicated by how good he felt to all of your senses at that moment.

Sasha's loud sounds of excitement snapped you both out of your own little world.

"WHAT, they're filled with cherry cream?!" she covered her mouth with a hand, in a state of complete shock as Niccolo held out a tray of cupcakes in front of her.

Niccolo nodded with an enthusiastic smile in your direction, and you waved at him with an amused chuckle as Jean let go of you and walked over to them. You've already met Niccolo countless times, but you could never get enough of their emotion-filled interactions with Sasha - strong emotions about food, mostly.

"Hey!" Connie yelped as Sasha slapped his hand trying to steal from the dessert. "This is my house, give me a cupcake!"

"It's your father's house, Constance" Sasha stated seriously, and you bursted out laughing as Connie's low-lidded stare met your eyes. He was so tired of the names.

"Are you pulling these names out of your ass?"

"I'm pulling the cupcake out of your ass, if you dare to steal any of- HEY!" Sasha practically jumped on Connie's back as he rapidly grabbed one of them from the tray, trying to get away and stuff it into his mouth before Sasha could stop him.

A few people, unfamiliar with this otherwise very usual situation, quickly left the kitchen before they found themselves in the middle of a physical altercation, and you and Jean were in absolute hysterics.

"Eat it then, you fucking piece of pie!" Sasha shouted at Connie, still riding on his back, smearing the cherry cupcake around his face with her palm.

"Uh- Yo-" Connie's desperate attempts of yells were muffled as Niccolo tried to pull Sasha from him with no success. "Y'suff- You'll suffocate me!"

"Ah, feels like I never left town" a voice laughed loudly next to you, and you raised your teary eyes to look at the stranger. The tall, brunette man stepped straight to Jean, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he snatched his head in his direction.

"MARCO!"

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chronicdisasterwrites · 7 months

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domestic bliss

pairing: jean kirstein x reader (modern au)

genre/warnings: just pure domestic FLUFF

author’s note: so, i had a dream. about jean. and i just wrote it down. easily one of the best dreams i’ve ever had 😭 this is not proofread so excuse any mistakes lmfao- I am still reeling from the dream.

enjoy <3

It was a rough day. Nothing made sense and your mind was in overdrive. Nothing sounds good and you just want to crawl into a hole and stay there, until maybe, someone remembers you and drags you out.

Walking into your apartment, you drag your tired, aching body into your bedroom and find the one thing that could make you feel more like a person and less like a worthless zombie. You stand in the doorway, soaking in the sound of TV channels switching; the news, a weather report, a joke followed by roaring laughter, static, some live performance, sizzling sounds of something in hot oil. You gaze at Jean laying almost diagonally on your shared bed, clad in that white shirt you love so much, head resting on a pillow propped against the headboard as his arm lays lazily on the bed by his sid, fingers switching channels nonchalantly.

He sees you immediately and smiles softly. You fail to reciprocate and only manage to drag your feet toward the bed and fall next to him, pulling your body up to lay next to his. He opens his arms and lets you lie against him, like a key in a lock. A perfect fit. So familiar, so practiced, so normal. Your chin lays against his shoulder as his arm comes around your weighed-down shoulders. He continues switching the channels, not liking anything that was playing.

His scent, so musky, so him, so known. You breathe him in and watch his adams apple bob. His veins, his growing hair, his eyes that look like everything you know and love. He knows you. He knows you're hurting. He knows he makes it better. Makes it a bit easier for you to handle. Just his presence is enough. Still, wordlessly he turns his head and leaves a gentle kiss against your forehead. You feel the prickles from his beard. He drops the remote and holds you a bit tighter. You lie there, feeling alive, as something plays on the TV. You can't hear it, really.

#jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean fluff #jean aot #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirstein #aot imagine #aot fluff #aot #attack on titan

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sixpie · 11 months

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+ CUP PROTECTION SQUAD ; ft. eren , armin , jean , & connie .

+ synopsis ; how do the aot boys protect ya cup at the club?

+ cw ; mentions of blood & violence .

you were knee deep into your much-deserved friday night out. alongside you gang of closest friends, you partied hard and drank harder. refilling your solo cup for the umpteenth time in the last hour, you groaned at that familiar feeling tugging at your bladder: you had to pee. peeling away from your girls on the crowded dance floor, you squeeze through sweaty bodies until you run into (eren/armin/jean/connie). with a breath of relief, you push your cup into his hard chest, voice laced with desperation as you beg, “i gotta piss so bad! could you keep an eye on my cup for me?”

# EREN JAEGER .

“whatever,” eren yells over the music, watching as you disappear back into the crowd.

acts all nonchalant, but in reality, he takes this little mundane task almost too serious.

eren’ll just stand in that exact spot, arms crossed, cup in hand, wearing the meanest expression. he knows he’s intimidating, and uses it as an advantage to ward off any creeps.

let’s say a situation does arise where someone comes up to him, trying to tamper with your drink. oh boy, eren’s irrational ass would toss the cup aside, uncaring if it spills, and dragging the fucker outside in the alley to scrap.

don’t worry, he’d buy you another vodka spritz or ‘whatever girly shit you drink.’

overall cup-holding rating: D-

you can’t find eren when you return from the bathroom. chocking it up to him being a flaky prick, you shrug his absence off and meet back up with mikasa and sasha on the dance floor.

it isn’t until an hour later that you feel a tap on your shoulder. you smile, assuming it’s annie or hitch, but that smile plummets the moment your eyes land on eren. he’s sporting a busted lip, and there’s a gash over his thick eyebrow that’s gushing a bloody river down the side of his sharp face. you open your mouth to say something, anything, but you were cut off by eren shoving a cup into your personal space.

“i spilt your drink,” eren explains, as if he’s not all bruised and bloody. “hope you like vodka.”

# ARMIN ARLERT .

“oh my goodness, of course i can,” armin says sweetly, flashing a gentle smile at you. “i’ll be waiting right here for you, ‘kay?”

is happy to help you however he can, even if it’s doing something as simple as watching over your drink.

armin will hold a hand over the rim of your solo cup, mindlessly swaying to the beat of whatever song is playing in the club as he patiently waits for your arrival.

if somebody does happen to approach him, asking to mess with your drink, armin won’t hesitate to drop his angel persona and get a little snippy.

“do you know how creepy you look asking to see another person’s drink like that? you’ve got about ten seconds to get lost before i call my buddies and have them handle you.”

armin would teach the perv a lesson himself, but he’d rather not leave the spot he told you to meet him at. sicking eren, jean, and connie on the gross bastard was the next best option.

the threat always works like a charm, and armin is able to protect your cup with spilling a drop.

overall cup-holding rating: A+

“oh, ‘min,” you sighed. the man had been glued in the same position you’d left him in, accompanied by a soft smile. “thank you so, so much. sorry to be such a burden.”

“nonsense,” armin shrugged off your worries, all the while trying to shake off the tiny blush that had seeped through his cheeks at your clumsiness. “you could never be a burden, not in a million years. i’m glad you came to me, y/n.”

he passed your beverage back to you, and all you could do was blink up at him, stunned by his unadulterated kindness. though, that was armin for you: always the selfless type, his generosity shouldn’t be surprise. “really?”

“really,” the blonde affirmed, scratching the back of his neck as he peered wearily out into the sea of strangers, mingling and dancing. “who knows what kind of creeps are here tonight. it’s just… i’m happy that you trust me to keep you safe. that’s all.”

# JEAN KIRSTEIN .

“me?” jean asks, baffled, before sputtering out a few more words, “i mean, sure. yeah, no-no problem at all, y/n.”

HE’S SO DRAMATIC, a literal nervous wreck for no reason. poor baby is just a 6’4 ball of raging anxiety 24/7 ):

is sweating bullets in the club, tuning out all other noises or people or anything that could possibly serve as a distraction.

jean’s clutching the plastic cup to his chest, like a mother holding her newborn. he places the rim beneath his jaw, using it as a makeshift cover.

it’s unlikely that anyone approaches jean in pursuit of your drink—his overwhelming height does wonders scaring off any potential creeps—but on the off chance someone does come up to jean, asking to take a peek at your cup, he’ll pull the good ole’ ‘girlfriend’ card out real quick.

“why do you wanna see my girlfriend’s drink?”

that mixed with a mean mug from jean is the perfect combination to get any dude to fuck off immediately.

overall cup-holding rating: B-

“gah, sorry i took so long,” you sweatdropped, hanging your head as you stood before jean. “the line for the bathroom was ridiculous.”

“don’t worry, ‘m always happy to help you,” jean smiled, quickly wiping away some of the sweat that had beaded along his brow with the back of his wrist. “your cup, madam.”

he presented the plastic cup to you rather formally, an action that had your eyes crinkling with a goofy laugh. “thank you, sir jean,” you played along, dropping a courtesy before accepting your drink.

jean flushed, maybe because of your laugh? or maybe because you matched his dorky energy so well? or maybe it’s just because you’re you. “anytime.”

# CONNIE SPRINGER .

“you know i gotchu mama,” connie smiled easily, grabbing the cup and swirling it around. “imma make this cup my biatch.”

connie is a certified idiot, but we all knew this.

he’d do so good for the first few minutes, waiting for you to return with your cup secured in both his large hands.

but one minute turns into five, which turns into ten, and the pink liquid dancing in your cup starts to look fucking delicious.

‘one sip wouldn’t hurt, right?’

but one sip turns into five, which turns into ten, and suddenly the delicious, pink liquid is now almost fully gone. it’s not his fault, dammit! he blames you for having the best taste in drinks.

nobody would even approach connie, no, they would all think it was his drink with the way he downed half the fucking cup.

overall cup-holding rating: F-

“you’re a life saver con’,” you cheer upon finally returning back to your friend. he looks slightly more tipsy than when you’d left, his eyelids low and his tongue pressed cheekily against his canines.

“what would you do without me?” connie asks, passing you back your cup.

“i don’t kn—” you paused, feeling the weight of the solo cup in your hands. with a suspicious glare, you queried, “connie, why is my cup so light?”

he just smiled, licking his lips before shrugging like the bastard he is.

#❔ー、☆. headcanons #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren fluff #eren smut #eren x black fem!reader #eren headcanons #armin x reader #armin smut #aot smut #aot headcanons #jean smut #jean fluff #connie smut #connie fluff #armin headcanons

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kodi-time · 3 months

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Currently thinking about girldad!jean who calls you during your lunch break to show you the cute way he'd styled your daughter's hair for the day. You had to work a double from 7 to 11, so Jean had decided to take your daughter out shopping and then to get ice cream. Of course, since you wouldn't be there to do her hair, he had to do it himself. He put her hair into a simple half up half down with a pink ribbon. "Doesn't she look so cute?" Both Jean and your daughter are smiling and giggling, so of course you can't contain yourself from doing the same. "Do you like it?" The little girl beams at you through the phone screen. All you can do is continue to giggle. "You look beautiful, baby." Upon gaining your approval, Jean flips the camera back to his face. "I think I did amazing. Honestly, I'm getting better than you." You roll your eyes at him. "Don't get too bold now."

#attack on titan #kodi-time #aot x reader #aot fluff #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #girldad!jean #dad!jean #jean fluff #jean kirstein fluff #anime fluff #this is a need bro #i love jean kirstein #he's so cute #jean kirstein x gn reader #this is gender neutral asf so anyone can read it

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i6eyes · 1 year

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%% jean kirstein bf hcs pt. 2 !!

pt 1

contains: sfw and nsfw, implied fem!reader (no y/n), established relationship, soft and lame jean

— happy birthday sweet boy <33

sfw

he's such a bf to you already wayyy before you two started dating lol

everyone just knows when you're in the room because jean will be more relaxed and .. dare i say, soft

oh he's a simp

he'd be your best friend while being your bf at the same time :((

borderline scared of women (feminist !!!)

but he's such a tease omg

play fights !!!!!

you're minding your own business then boom, you're in a (gentle) headlock

he's soooo cheesy

the type to suddenly blurt out pick up line to you

i meant this the nicest, and the most complimentary way possible: he's so lame

it's adorable

yk those tiktoks of people where they show how their s/o acts when the boys aren't around ?

that, but jean doesn't give a fuck about the boys

he follows you everywhere he almost looks lost

^^ while carrying your purse

walk him like a dog sis !!!!!

he becomes impossibly softer when it's just the two of you though

he love love LOVES laying on your chest

something about it feels so domestic to him

he'd pop up in your room and head straight towards your chest and just *plop*

he conks out every time he sleeps with you

^^ specially if you two are cuddling

A CUDDLE BUG OMG

will probably wake up at 2 pm no matter what time he slept when you're holding him in his sleep

he knows how to braid !

he learned it in hopes that he'll be able to do it to himself but he doesn't like the way it looked on him lol

there's more than one instance where you wake up from a nap with your hair suddenly braided

or when you're busy on the phone or studying, he's just behind you braiding your hair nonchalantly

in case it wasn't already obvious, he's really really chill about everything

doesn't have fragile masculinity *swoons*

he is so soft and chill and nonchalant it's flustering

says "who's calling us" when someone calls you on your phone

nsfw

more onto my usual soft dom agenda

like i said, he's chill with anything

i wouldn't really call him a switch tbh, he's the perfect soft dom, i would even consider him as a service dom

just because he's a soft dom doesn't mean he doesn't do it hard

if he's going harder and faster than the usual, expect praises and flustering comments showering you every second

^^ "yeah? right there? found the spot huh?", "fucked this pussy so many times, how are you still this tight hm?", "close? mhm? yeah i could feel ya down here."

oh he hums like it's second nature to him

you'd think it's to tease you but he's naturally like that with you

it's intimidating but not overbearing for him, it gives him the authority while still being a tease

calls you angel .

no i will not elaborate further because this will turn into a gooey filth piece of trash

OH MY GOD

he'd play with your clit at the most random and sometimes inconvenient time

his favorite is the couch

you'd be laying down, reading a book or watching a movie maybe, when you suddenly feel a soft touch in the insides of your thigh

there's jean, with that look in his eyes, a consent of sorts

then, he's playing with your clit with your lap on his thigh

i'm frothing

he's a SUCKER for sundresses

specially the white ones oh god .

dress in one and you're not even gonna leave your room for the next few hours

will fuck you while you're wearing it

he knows he's big, that's why he doesn't really think too much about it when you're sucking him off and you can't put all of him in your mouth

would fuck your throat with your consent, though

will give you a high five after giving him head

he's such a loser, i need him inside of me

idk if this is a kink, but he's one of those people who can get horny over the smell of your perfume

especially if it's sweet !!!

it makes him want to bite you (to which, he does)

god, pray for your cervix the moment your perfume sticks into his hoodies from your constant use of them

if you ask him whether he's a tit or ass guy, he'd say personality (tits)

titty worshipper !!!!

he loves them so so so much

they feel so nice on his hands and mouth

he likes laying on your chest right

expect him to suddenly mouth your nipples through your shirt like the manwhore he is

or, he'd just raise your shirt to show your tits while you're talking about your day

OR !!! waking up with his head underneath your shirt omg

certified pussy eater™️. talks to your pussy and makes love to it with his tongue

i've said this before and i'll say it again:

he has a thing for your back !!!!!!!

it's probably the arch babes

feels and fills your insides with his fingers.

he'd kiss you, mouth at your tits, maybe whisper things right by your ear just to make you shy and whine at him. his palm rests on your clit while his experienced fingers teases your g-spot, enough to make you feel good but not enough for you to fall over the edge. <3

#aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #aot #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean smut #jean kirstein smut #jean fluff #jean kirstein fluff #aot smut #aot headcanons #eren x reader #levi x reader #reiner x reader #armin x reader

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f4irycafe · 2 years

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𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝒂𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔

⤷ summary: aot boys wth high maintenance girlfriends.

⤷ characters: jean, armin, connie, eren,

⤷ content warnings: suggestive themes, fluff, black!coded reader, college!au.

⤷ notes: my MEN.

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𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧

baby boy is obsessed with you. like the biggest simp outta all of them fs.

jean isn't rich, but he's worked hard for all the $$ he has.

and he def doesn't mine spending all that shit on you okayyyyyyyyy.

he knew you liked to keep up w yourself, new nails and lashes every few weeks, new wig/braids/locs every few months.

he was just soo in awe of your presence for a while he didn't even consider how much that stuff costs.

"baby how much does your hair cost?" he asks you one day as ur just chilling on the couch in your dorm.

"couple hundred, why?" atp he knows all abt your hair care n stuff so this isn't no invasive ass question.

eyes = dropped out of his head.

he tries to play it cool like, "oh alright," but inside he's like, i've been letting her pay hundreds for her hair ALONE this entire time.

now whenever you mention you wanna go get ur lashes refilled, or ask him to pick a color, his first question is,

"how much is it?"

i feel like there is one or two services he chooses to pay for consistently, like braids and nails. he got money, but not that much so he can't be wildin out for you.

you get the biggest heart eyes when he does tho. sometimes you don't even have to ask and you get a veno notif on your phone.

"$250 from jean" - get the white tips i like.

cause yuk know, he likes to watch em when you ... yeh yeh u get it.

supportive, love to spoil you, but will act so nonchalant abt it.

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧

rich boy armin? rich boy armin.

he lives a high maintnence lifestyle as it is, tailed clothes, designer book bags, shoes, glasses, family homes in europe. your typical trust fund baby.

honestly, that was the first thing he noticed about you. the nice but still lowkey car, the sleek bags, the perfect professional looking wigs and braids, even the smells you wore just exuded an air of confidence.

he loved it.

being a boy tho, he didn't realize just how much money went into upkeep with your look per week.

he was shocked, sure, but your finances barely made a dent in his pockets.

the type boyfriend to just hand you an asswad of cash at the beginning of the week and say "go crazy,"

at first you wanted to test just how much you could get out of him. a new white tie dress for some elite school event, the new apple watch that just dropped, wigs that cost upwards of $500 for you to only wear them for a week.

when you finally realized that this boy would do any and everything for you, you toned it down a bit.

but now, he pays for all your shit. eyelashes, hair, nails, perfume.

you still be paying for your phone, car, rent etc, but all that personal shit, yeah its his.

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

hehehe. y'all know this is my husband quit playingggggg

while armin goes after the pretty rich girls, eren goes after the ones that do this shit just cause they can.

you be working for every inch of hair on your head trust and BELEIVEEEEEEE.

thats one of the things he admires about you, how hard you work for the stuff you want. even if that shit seems superficial to others, you can fr do anything you put your mind to.

another trust fund baby. (i hc grisha as a world class surgeon and carla as a lowkey fashion designer)

he just thinks ur so pretty. like jean, worships the ground you work on.

one night you're trying to set up an appointment for these fancy ass locs that almost touch the floor but you're stressin tryna figure out when you can fit another shift in at work between studying, classes and your extracurriculars while on ft w him.

he's quiet and contemplative on the phone, not really giving answers outside of "i'm sorry bae :("

in the morning you wake up to a venmo notif.

"stink-a-link paud you $600 - hair app. get those nails you've been wanting too."

at first you kinda freak out cause 600??? aint no one treated you like this before.

he just smiles when you try to call him, asking him to take it back.

"i got money to spend, and ik how much this style means to you. if you're happy i'm happy pretty girl."

the sweetest.

plus he gets bragging rights. cause who tf elses girl is looking this damn fine? right , no ones.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

CONSTANCE

if you've been here for a while you know its rich drug dealer connie or nothin.

yall probably got together cause he was ur plug and gave u a lil too much free weed lmaooooo.

but he been payin for your shit from the start.

the only catch - u gotta get what he wants.

its never wack or emberassing, our boy got taste and an eye for fashion, trust he does u right.

he be putting the description in the venmo tag LMAO

"buss down 30in. honey brown beach wave ..."

LIKE BOY HOW U KNOW WHAT THAT ISSSSSSSSS? U THE OPPS OR SOMETHIN

sometimes he'll just give you like a color for the nails and hair. he don't be knowin much about lashes tho, but he likes the cat eye ones the most.

everyone is always thirsting after you fr.

makes him so proud. maybe a lil too proud HAHA

but he'll drive u to all ur appointments. he doesn't care how long they are he'll wait. or go home and bring u food if its a long hair day.

hypes u up so much when u get in the car talkin bout "you so pretty babe".

can't stop looking at you.

elles rambles: i - love them so much. biased w eren as always. but i want these boys to spoil me. specially connie :))))))0

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ohimsummer · 1 year

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WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU (boy vers!)

— jean, armin, connie eren, levi, erwin

— fluff, modern! au, a little explicit language

[fem + hange vers!]

: ̗̀➛ JEAN

He denies his crush on you at every turn. You’re his friend! Of course he likes hugging you and hanging out at your house late into the night, long after everyone else has went home. Jean tries to convince himself that everyone feels this way about their friends, or that it’s just a phase that will pass. Everyone has let their imagination run wild and wondered what it’d be like to start a family with their best friend!...right?

: ̗̀➛ ARMIN

Armin tries to distract himself from you, but always finds himself in your presence. Just as he’s rid himself of thoughts of your smile, your laugh, your pretty face, and can finally focus on his studies in the library, there you are: not even acknowledging him as you’re too intent on finding a specific book amongst the shelves. And there his thoughts go again, racing and wild and rampant with you.

: ̗̀➛ CONNIE

He sort of feels you wouldn’t like him back? You two are just friends, and best friends at that; he wouldn’t want to ruin your relationship by making things awkward with his feelings, so he just resorts to joking about it. Offers to be your boyfriend when you complain to him about some guy you stopped seeing, but is quick to go “I’m kidding!” when you look over at him. He always tries to play these things off, but you can tell by the way he looks at you sometimes that he’s an utter faker.

: ̗̀➛ EREN

Eren is frustrated with his feelings. He’s constantly fighting with himself that he doesn’t like you. You’re his best friend, no he doesn’t have fucking feelings for you?? Sometimes, you wonder why he pulls away from you so abruptly, or grumpily avoids eye contact with you while poorly hiding the red tint on his cheeks. He’s mentioned before that he doesn’t have feelings for you, so is he sick? Lovesick, maybe.

: ̗̀➛ LEVI

Levi shoves his feelings deep, deep down, and tries to treat you as he treats everyone else. But, no matter how much he forces himself to call you annoying, or shrug you off of him when you show him any physical affection, he struggles not to give in to your company, or give you such a soft look whenever he listens to you talk. He can’t help gazing at you in such a loving way, but you’ll never actually catch him looking at you this way.

: ̗̀➛ ERWIN

Similar to Armin, Erwin attempts to distract himself with work. He’ll spend long hours in the office and drown himself in paperwork when he gets home, but it doesn’t stop the visions of you from infiltrating his head whenever he’s not scribbling and reading over papers. You occupy every corner of his mind; he’ll find himself frozen and hunched over his desk, only to realize he was thinking of you, that gorgeous person working on the floor above him.

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mochimooon · 6 months

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Redamancy - jean kirstein x reader

title - redamancy [requited love] pairing: Jean Kirstein x gn! Reader summary: Your solitary evening at the beach is interrupted by the man you've fallen for in secret. word count: 1900+ notes: Another piece written earlier this year, a little angsty in the beginning, but it's fluff afterwards. Context is that reader pines for Jean but due to past heartbreak is scared to own up to their feelings/is also insecure. Set during Valentine's Day. Beginning scene, reader and Jean are asleep on the floor of a friend's house. There is a minor perspective switch, so it might feel a little disjointed. I didn't want to change it because I liked how it felt in this, so I hope it's not too jarring. Also, one of the very pieces I've written in past-tense. warnings: minor angst, hurt/ALL COMFORT, and topped off with fluff, happy endings only ☻

It happened gradually, beginning with a seed planted in your heart. At the time, you didn’t feel anything, unaware that something was in the works. The past had left a deep scar on your outlook of dating that you refused to partake anymore.

But you would be remiss to deny that you fantasized having someone to talk to in excess over the phone, go on dates with, holding their hand, being kissed… They were passing thoughts, you told yourself. They weren’t real. And yet, as Jean sank into sleep on the floor inches away, chest heaving in a steady rhythm, you realized he became the center of your fantasies—and it broke your heart to think about.

In the darkness, you pondered if he felt the same way for you. The deeper you thought, the idea made your stomach flutter whilst pricking your heart like a thorn. He hasn’t said anything or made a move. Were you falling into a delusion again?

You two had grown close, spending more time together that it was more unusual to be apart. While you didn’t talk on the phone, he texted you every day. Each message was without preamble, void of awkward tension, and easy. You didn’t get worked up if he didn’t respond right away because there was a trust that he was available if you reached out.

Turning to where Jean slept, you looked at his extended arm with forlorn eyes. If either of you shifted any closer, his fingers would brush against your arm. The thought triggered a new fantasy within your headspace, one where you burrowed yourself against his form with his arm wrapped around your body. It was newfound closeness you yearned to achieve, except…

You scooted along the rug a little to give you both enough space that if he stretched, there’d be no contact. You can’t.

Your eyes met the ceiling, mind reeling from the last time you had let yourself get close to someone. After two years of back-to-back rejection, mixed signals, and heartbreak, you had given up. Jean was becoming a good friend, and you’ll lose more than his friendship if you expressed how, you truly felt. You’d lose yourself completely this time.

Holding back never did you any favors, however. It’s why you were honest in the past, yielding unwanted results every time. Now, you’d bottle your emotions up, no matter how much it tugged at your heartstrings. It was the lesser of the two evils, but you could keep your ego intact, and you wouldn’t be erased again.

The weight of it all was so staggering that it forced a sob from the pit of your stomach. You sucked in sharply, stiffening, worried that Jean would stir awake. Too afraid to glimpse in his direction, you exhaled slowly to relieve the pressure. But that didn’t stop the tears from gathering in the corners of your eyes.

Using the darkness as a veil and Jean’s sleep, you didn’t worry about the tears as they fell down your temples. You sniffled, wishing things were different, wishing you weren’t impossible to love.

These types of nights were becoming routine: lying awake to lament your loneliness. You were exhausted from this burden, desperate for rest and peace.

Sniffling again, you rolled to your side, facing away from Jean. Curling into position, you hugged yourself, clutching onto your shoulder tightly for reassurance that no one else could ever offer.

Unbeknownst to you, Jean laid awake with saddened eyes. His fingers itched to reach out and pull you towards him, to take your anguish away and to let you know that he wanted you.

…...

The closer the shore came into view, the sharper the chill. You refused to let the night air dissuade you from enjoying your night at the beach.

It’s just after sunset, which arrived sooner these days due to winter. And because it’s February, it’s the least ideal time to visit. However, that did not stop you nor did it stop the couples that walked along the sandy shoreline to spend Valentine’s Day together. As the sky darkened, you anticipated that most would file out to celebrate elsewhere.

You unfurled your large blanket after you found a good spot with a view, but far enough from the water. Setting your bag down, you dug into it to take out a glass bottle of soda and a warm burrito wrapped in aluminum.

Despite the jacket, boots, and beanie, the cold air nipped at your exposed skin. Still, you made these plans for yourself, and you would not let yourself down. You pulled out the top half of the burrito, stashing the other half away for later. The explosion of flavors, texture, and heat was like tasting sunlight.

The purple sky darkened by the minute, a natural phenomenon that left you and those at the beach awestruck.

Your phone buzzed by your hip. Careful to pick it up with your greasy fingers, you tapped the screen with your pinky.

Room for one more on that blanket?

You whirled your sights, surprised to see Jean walking over.

He waved, crossing the sandy surface until he stopped by your blanket. “Hi.”

You failed to restrain the smile that formed on your lips. “Hi. How did you know I was here, stalker?” You knew your lighthearted question would not rub him the wrong way.

Jean shrugged, feigning innocence. “Annie might have mentioned something.”

You nodded, scooting over to offer him a seat. He obliged, taking up the spot next to you. You dug into your bag again, offering the other half of the burrito. “It’s still warm. But we got one drink between the two of us.”

Jean smiled, unwrapping the foil. “Won’t be a problem if this isn’t that spicy.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you said, rummaging through your bag again and pulling out a small container of green salsa. “I got you covered with the wimpy salsa.”

Jean scoffed, taking the container. “Not everyone has a stomach made of steel.”

“Or not everyone has a stomach that catches fire from the slightest drop of heat.” You laughed at his eye roll.

The two of you caught up like you always did, taking bites of your burritos and sharing micro-sips of the soda. And like always, the conversations would drift to anything and everything.

“Why the beach?” Jean said. “Did you forget it’s winter?”

“I like the beach when it’s cold, less people are around.”

“I remember you telling me that,” Jean said. And he did. He raised an eyebrow when you told him how much you dreaded the idea of spending summer on the beach, but your eyes lit up when you mused about how peaceful it was to go during the colder months. “I mean why tonight?”

You paused, brows furrowing. “I mean, why not?”

Again, Jean rolled his eyes in jest. “Was it spontaneous or…?”

“It was planned. It’s healthy to take yourself on a date sometimes, and Valentine’s Day made sense.”

“So, you’re your own Valentine?”

You turned to him. “And you’re yours.”

Jean bit his lip, reflecting.

He never cared for the holiday before and he can’t say he thought much about the concept of a Valentine until recently. Because you hadn’t brought anything up about it before, he doubted that you were indifferent as well. But as he sank into your company in that moment, he was burdened with how much he wanted to kiss you. “Nah, it doesn’t work like that.”

“Says who?” You flashed him a sardonic look.

“Says…me. And everyone else.”

Reaching over, you rubbed his shoulder to tease him. “You’re not one to follow the tide, Jean. It’s okay to be your own Valentine.” For dramatic effect, you batted your eyelashes.

Jean hissed lightheartedly, which was followed by a moment of silence. From the corners of his vision, you stared at him with a softened gaze for a moment. It was when he turned that your hand flew off his shoulder.

You cleared your throat, reaching for the bottle. “My bad, I might have gotten burrito grease on your jacket there.”

The loss of contact left Jean forlorn as he attempted to capture your gaze though you had averted your eyes.

“It’s better than nothing,” he said softly.

Peering up, you lifted a brow. “Better than what exactly?”

Jean flitted his eyes at the space between you two and he inched closer. You noticed the gap shrinking, pulse racing. While you didn’t move closer to meet him, you didn’t avoid him either. Your knees and elbows bumped together, his weight and warmth at your side.

Much like the night before, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the hand on his knee, clenching your fist to keep your fingers from latching onto him. You bit your lip, venturing a glimpse to Jean’s face and yours heated up when you caught him watching you.

The lamps along the pier were aglow when the last shred of daylight was tucked under the starry sky. Closer to the shore, a bonfire danced along the horizon, casting all of Jean’s beautiful features.

“It could be better,” you murmured. You can’t explain the boldness, but you assumed it had to do with how your intuition guided you to Jean.

Jean whispered his reply, leaning closer. “Tell me.”

His honeyed eyes, kindled from the bonfire shined like amber, held your gaze with an intensity that you longed for in secret.

Your hand reached for his, and your pulse quickened when he tied your fingers together.

Jean’s face hovered by yours, whispering your name. “Is this, okay? I…want to…”

“Please,” you intoned, eyes fluttering closed.

Jean kissed your lips, and it was how you always imagined it would be: warm and plush. He pressed his lips again onto yours, dragging it upwards to graze the tip of your nose, and land on your forehead.

Each brush of his lips sent you into a stupor, so peaceful, you could fall asleep in bliss.

Your eyes flew open when he pulled away though it lasted only a moment as he let go of your hand to cradle the sides of your head, and bring you closer to deepen the kiss.

A match was lit, igniting embers of passion the longer you stayed connected, it was the warmest you had felt in a long time. Not prepared to end the kiss, your fingers dug into his shirtfront to keep him glued to you. It was breathtaking like you were floating from the exhilaration of releasing the pent-up pining for Jean.

Finally, when you were both out of breath, your lips disconnected but you continued to hold onto each other.

A breathless laugh spilled out from you, head spinning like a snow-globe recently shaken.

Jean laughed too: hearty and full of relief. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long. And I’ve been wanting to let you know that I like you. Please, I want you, everything.”

The confession landed with grace, taking up the spot that was previously occupied by pain. You didn’t think this opportunity would ever come again. But here he was.

Smiling wider, you flung your arms around his neck, catching him off guard and sending him backwards. Despite the grunt, he tucked your hair behind your ear with one hand while the other traced along your face.

“Yes, I like you too, Jean.” Before he could meet you halfway, you pinned him down with another kiss. 💜

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kentosbabes · 1 year

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Bf Jean because I love him sm

Bf Jean who follows you around like a lost puppy. He's practically attached to you by the hip. No matter where you are he's holding your hand or wrapping you in his arms. He likes keeping his hand around your waist as you walk side by side so everyone knows your his.

Bf Jean who blushes so hard when you kiss his cheek in public. He's always practically attached to you so when you reciprocate and get all clingy in public after a tough day he is going crazy inside.

Bf Jean who just wants to please you. He wants you to rely on him and be your happiness making sure he's always making you smile. He would make sure to surprise you with gifts every week so you feel special.

Bf Jean who cant believe he pulled you and brags about you to his friends constantly, and when they tease him about how you made the first move he only rolls his eyes and talks about how sexy your confidence is and how he loves how you walk with pride, him following close behind hand in hand.

Bf Jean who is obsessed with your thighs and I mean obsessed. He loves when your watching a film with your legs spread ontop of his and he can feel up your thighs. but more importantly, he loves being in between them as you squirm and whimper as he devours your cunt. Teasing you by kissing your thighs, 'come on pretty girl look at me' keeping eye contact with you as he's going down so he can watch your eyes roll back in pleasure, just gets him going crazy.

Bf Jean who loves overstimulating you to the max, its boosts his ego knowing he can make you cum over and over without even using his dick and then when he does your cunt is all wet and warm all prepared for him.

Bf Jean who enjoys the night time routine you've become accustomed to. making sure there is water at your bedside in case you need it then getting into bed scrolling on his phone waiting for when you're done with your skincare. when you finish up you join him cuddling into his chest while he’s on his phone watching youtube until you fall asleep. and when you do he turns off the lights, carefully making sure not to wake you, then whispers an 'I love you' before going into a deep slumber himself.

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postwarlevi · 29 days

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The way Jean would absolutely spoil you. You want it? Yours. You want it done? Finished. Makes your meals, rubs your feet, drives you around. Pampered is an understatement. You are his everything.

#attack on titan #aot #jean kirstein #Jean #Snk #jean x you #jean x reader #jean fluff #Aot fluff #aot x reader

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oh-meretseger · 25 days

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part 6 - Revenge

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

summary: you attempt to get your revenge on Jean, but teasing him only goes so far and you eventually succumb to temptation🤓 (like we all would, it’s okay)

notes: 18+! smut, explicit language, handjob, fingering, oral (both receiving), spitting and getting messy and just generally being disgusting

word count: 6,4k

"Where's the rush, smarty-pants?"

His voice came out of nowhere in the dark room, and as you sprang around, petrified, you saw his silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Jesus fucking Christ" you yelled out after the first few moments of shock, trying to calm the dangerously fast racing of your heart when you realized who it was. "Jean, are you out of your fucking mind?! You can't just creep up on me like this, I almost had a heart attack!"

The room was dark, only the dim light of the moon shining through the windows - you couldn't see his face, you could only hear Jean chuckle quietly, then stand up with a creak of the bed as his dark silhouette walked closer to you.

"I'm sorry, I would've knocked on the bathroom door if I knew you didn't like jumpscares" he replied, audibly smirking, and the nervous beating of your heart instantly became accompanied by warmth spreading in your core as you felt the heat of his body, standing close to yours, but not touching yet.

"I—I would've kicked the door down on you, poltergeist doesn't make me less terrified" you replied and smiled at the sound of Jean letting out another laugh.

"Poltergeist... You're silly"

You felt Jean's large hands find their way under your jacket and slide on your waist, sending electric tingles to your center. His one touch, the warmth of his closeness and his heavenly scent was enough to make you feel ecstatic.

And to make you instantly wet.

"I'm sorry, baby" Jean mumbled as he pulled your body to press onto his, nuzzling against your ear as he leaned close to your face. A quiet moan escaped your mouth at the euphoric feeling, and Jean could've sworn he saw stars hearing your sweet sound. "You must be so mad at me by now, always disturbing the peace of your little heart..."

"Oh, my little heart knows you're just playing with it" you replied on autopilot, your mind already turned off at the feeling of Jean's scruff on your jaw, his hot breath on your neck as he pressed a small litle peck on the sensitive skin.

One of Jean's hands slid to your back, pulling you even closer to him. The room was dark, but his mind would've darkened in broad daylight anyway from the ecstasy he felt at that moment.

"Then tell your little heart I'd never hurt her" he whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "I'll take care of her"

Your heart fluttered at his words, your arms moving on their own as you wreathed them around Jean's neck, and turned your head so your lips could finally meet his. You both felt like your souls were leaving this world as your soft lips lightly pressed into each other, then started moving as your kiss deepened. It quickly became a sloppy, lustful mess, tongues passionately dancing around each other, swollen lips making wet sounds that filled the bedroom.

Jean felt himself get hard at the filthy sounds you were making. He couldn't help his cock growing in his pants as he felt your sweet scent, the touch of your plump lips, your warm tongue and your fingers running through his hair. You desperately pressed your body more into his, letting out a small little whine against his lips, and it was over for him.

"You smell so fucking good" Jean mumbled as his lips wandered to your jawline, then your ear, drawing a slightly louder moan out of you as he started kissing it. He lost the control over his hands - you felt one slip down to your ass, fingers pressing into the flesh as the other one glided along your waist and up to your chest. "You feel so fucking good"

"Please—Please, touch me" you whimpered quietly as your hands moved to his, guiding them to grab your ass on both sides. Jean moaned at the heavenly feeling of your fingers pressing into his as you showed him how you like to be groped.

Shamelessly, that was for sure.

He already knew you weren't exactly the innocent girl you tried to seem - but as you guided his hands to grab and palm your ass, then up the sides of your waist, the plush of your perfect tits, he felt a new, overwhelming wave of arousal.

"Oh— Mmfmy fucking god" Jean caught his breath between sloppy kisses. His hazy mind couldn't even believe it was happening. He had you between his arms, and louder and more desperate moans escaped your throat as his hands groped you, stroking and gripping at every sensitive inch of your body, hungry for his touch.

"You can make it all up to me, y'know" you spoke softly, trying to stay sane while Jean was feeling you up with slow, but eager motions, moaning at how amazing your body felt against his fingers. He wasn't so successful at staying clear-headed.

"Yeah?" he asked, and his low, slightly whiny voice against your lips sent an unearthly shiver down your body. All you wanted was for him to use your body as you lost yourself in pleasure - but unfortunately, you already had a different plan in mind. "Let me make it all up to you, pretty girl"

"Sit on the bed then" you replied as a devilish smile formed on your face, and Jean's movements stopped, his dick throbbing in his pants at the sudden confidence in your tone. You pushed him away from you with a firm hand on his chest. "I said, sit"

The warmth radiating from his body disappeared as he stepped back, and your hands hurried to find the keyhole on the door, hastily turning the key to lock it. The room filled with a faint, warm light as Jean clicked the bedside lamp on, and you turned around to finally face him. You instantly felt yourself blush as you gazed at his large frame standing by the bed, his face serious but flushed with pent-up passion. You felt flustered as you thought of what you were about to do with a man so incredibly hot and otherworldly.

"Sit"

Jean felt his already hard cock twitch at hearing your demand and obediently sank down on the bed, not for a moment taking his eyes off of your beautiful flushed cheeks and eagerly glistening eyes. You walked closer to him as you let your denim jacket fall off your shoulders, throwing it on the end of the bed.

You stopped right in front of him, one of his thighs between your legs, and Jean's hand automatically slid to the slit of your dress. You slapped his hand away, and he looked up at you with a confusion so adorable, you wanted to immediately kneel down and take him into your mouth.

"No touching" you murmured looking into his beautiful hazel eyes, your heart pounding with excitement as you raised your hand, your fingers gently running through his hair. Jean's eyes closed at the sensation, melting into your touch. You looked at his eyelashes as they sank, the blush on the bridge of his nose, then at his pretty lips parting as your fingers tightened, lightly tugging on his hair. He moaned. You felt your wetness soaking your panties as you realized you finally had the control. "Move a little bit"

To the push of your hand, Jean shimmied further back on the bed, sinking to lean on his elbows. He watched you kick off your shoes and swiftly pull up your little dress. The warm light of the lamp grazed the soft skin of your neck, collarbones and shoulders, and one spaghetti strap of your dress fell off your shoulder - the sight so innocently arousing, Jean felt like his balls full of cum were about to explode.

"How come you're such a good boy all of a sudden?" you smiled and your confidence grew even more as Jean's greedy eyes devoured your body while you slowly crawled up on the bed, seating yourself on his thighs, just above his knees.

Jean wanted to grab your hips and slam it onto his until you came all over his cock, but with the last crumbs of composure he had, he obeyed to your will instead. He felt himself getting more and more aroused at every little action of yours - and he didn't realize just yet, but you taking the lead made him incredibly turned on.

"I'd do anything for you to forgive my awful sins" Jean's lips slightly curved into a smug smile, looking into your eyes darkened with lust. He shifted his body so he could move one of his hands to make contact with the smooth skin of your exposed thigh, but you pushed his hand once again.

"Then don't touch me, and do what I say" you replied with a voice so soft and alluring, it made Jean gulp hard, and obey once again. He faintly bucked his hips upwards as the tight grip of his trousers became torturous.

You almost moaned out loud just by seeing his desperate movements, but you forced yourself to keep your calm. You wanted to pleasure him in the most lingering, cruelly satisfying way.

"Holy—Fuck" Jean groaned quietly as your hands gently slid up his deliciously thick thighs to the croth of his pants, painfully avoiding his most sensitive area.

"You look so good" you hummed, enjoying the color of his flushed cheeks at your praise. "You like when I touch you, right?"

"Yeah" Jean breathed out as he watched your dainty little hands run around the aching, obvious bulge in his trousers. You eyed his clothed erection, already salivating at how heavy and hard his cock seemed. "Those pretty little fingers feel so good"

"I know" you watched with a sinful smile as your hands slowly and smoothly moved up Jean's waist and around his chest as it heaved. His eyes closed as your fingers delicately ran up his neck, then down to his collarbones. You leaned forward and groped his broad shoulders, getting even more wet at feeling the flesh of his muscles. Jean's eyes opened as your scent hit his nose, and moaned at the sight of your breasts bulging, almost spilling out of the fabric of your little dress. "Let me help you get rid of this"

You started unbuttoning his shirt, taking your sweet time while Jean felt like crying out of desperation. He wanted to stay patient, but he couldn't help squirming under you. "You're getting needy, aren't you?"

"Yeah" he muttered, his breathing ragged as you slowly peeled the shirt off his torso. Your mind became fuzzy at the sight, your hands greedily gliding up his toned waist, stopping at the muscles of his chest. Your nails slightly digged into his skin and you leaned forward.

"What do you need, baby?" you asked, an airy whisper in his ear as your hand moved to his neck, only attempting to wrap around. Jean bucked his hips up again as the feeling of your hand's grip on his throat made him throb.

"I need to feel you" he spoke softly, a moan falling from his lips when your warm mouth kissed down on his neck, your lips and tongue making filthy, wet little sounds as you found his sensitive spot. "Fuck—Y/n..."

"Tell me how you wanna feel me" you purred into the crook of his neck while your hand wandered down to his stomach, fingers gently caressing the sensitive skin just above his belt.

"Touch me, please" Jean replied in a low voice and you lifted your head to look into his eyes. You simply melted at the desperate look he gave you as your fingers moved to unbuckle his belt. "I'm so hard for you"

"Just for me?" you smiled and connected your lips in a soft kiss, immediately accepting Jean's greedy tongue into your mouth. He kissed so good, you felt your clit throb at every movement of his lips, just like he felt his cock getting leaky as your tongue moved in perfect sync with his.

"Just for you" Jean moaned into your mouth, and you let out a little whimper as both of your hands worked on his belt. You unzipped the trousers after unbuckling, then broke the kiss as you leaned back, sitting up to look at what your hands were doing. Jean watched your pretty fingers gently move along the aching boner in his boxers, trying to well up from the unbearable grip of his trousers. "Holy shit—"

Your hand slipped into the trousers, less gentle this time as you grabbed his hard-on with your whole hand, your mouth falling slightly open, eyes darting to his as you felt his size. Jean literally saw stars - his eyes hazy and low-lidded as he stared into yours. He saw a new wave of warmth flushing your cheeks as he felt the warmth of your palm met his bulge through the fabric.

"Keep touching me, pretty girl" he said and you shamelessly palmed his erection through his boxers, moaning as you felt up his balls, then the length of his cock. You were already certain it wouldn't fit inside you. Jean's head fell back as a shaky whine escaped his lips.

"You're so fucking hard"

"Please—"

"Help me" your demand was soft and quiet, but enough for Jean to immediately lift his hips as your fingers hooked into the hem of his boxers. With one swift motion, you pulled his trousers and his boxers down, freeing his cock as it sprang up against his happy trail. Jean watched your pretty face blush, big doe eyes slightly widen. You were simply unable to take your eyes off of it. He was huge - the biggest you've seen, anyway. His length was one thing, but the girth made you absolutely sure that it won't fit. "Oh my god"

Your hands moved impatiently as you wrapped both of them around his cock. Jean grunted at the sight, how small your hands looked in comparison, your squishy thighs hugging his, your pretty little fingers slowly moving up and down on his hard cock, your tits pushed together by your arms, alluring eyes piercing right into his.

"You're beautiful" he muttered and bit down on his lower lip hard as your thumb pressed up his sensitive slit, squeezing out a few drops of precum. Getting confident by his praise, you leaned closer as your mouth opened, letting a string of saliva spill onto his pink tip. Jean moaned louder this time, the sight of you drooling all over his dick, smearing it around with your hand almost sending him over the edge.

"You like when I get dirty for you?" your eyes darted back to his, smile so devilish he just had to buck himself up into your fists.

"Oh yeah I do, y—Such a nasty girl" he moaned and you had to bite back your own whimpers as he slowly fucked into your hands. You could have never even imagined something so incredibly hot. "So messy for me, I—I love it. Y'milking my cock so good"

Your breathing became ragged, your hands squeezing a little harder as Jean thrusted his cock into them, squelching with precum and saliva. You whispered, "I love it messy"

You looked at his tip leaking precum onto your knuckles with such hungry eyes, Jean felt like you were going to eat him up. But you moved your hand carefully and gathered the clear slick with a finger, then looked into Jean's eyes as you licked it off. He had to try his best not to cum right then and there. When did you become such a filthy little—?

"Give me your hand" you motioned for his hand, and grabbed it as he reached out, now only leaning on one forearm. He let you wrap his fingers around his own cock, pumping it a couple of times, squeezing at the end. You quietly moaned, him letting you jerk his cock like this being so dirty and arousing, you were sure you've already soaked through his trousers as you sat on his thigh.

You grabbed his fingers to gather his precum just like you did, then raised his hand to your lips. Jean let out a groan that turned into a desperate whine as you took his fingers into your mouth one by one, sucking them clean, your warm tongue swirling around them as you looked deep into his eyes.

"Does that feel good?" you purred between fingers, Jean moaning in pleasure as you sucked his thumb. So, so filthy...

"Feels so good, pretty girl" Jean's sweet sounds were making you lose control, not even wanting to tease him anymore. You just wanted to make him cum.

You moaned in agreement as you let go of his hand, both of your hands finding their way to his hard cock, starting to gently work the swollen, sensitive tip as you played with him.

"Hnngh— You're doing so good. Y'work that cock so good" Jean moaned his words, unable to take his eyes off of your pretty lips wrapping around his fingers. "Your mouth feels amazing, angel, you're making me—"

"What?" you hummed with a smile, his middle finger still in your mouth. "You're gonna be a good boy and cum on my hands?"

Jean hesitated for a moment as he blinked up at you, his cheeks burning with arousal. Your mind went absolutely blank and feral at seeing how flustered he got hearing that name.

"If you want me to"

"Oh, I want you to" you agreed, but your hands stopped, they were completely still. Though he was so turned on by you, Jean felt like one movement of your fingers would push him over the edge. "But I honestly just planned on leaving you here, hard on the bed, just to get back at you"

The tension between you broke when Jean cackled and you softened as your saw his pretty smile. You were too soft for him to get your little revenge.

"Oh yeah? You wanted revenge for yesterday?"

"I did" you grinned and you felt Jean throb in your hands. He liked your pretty smile, too. "You were super mean to me"

"Mean?!" Jean laughed again, sitting up to lean on his palms instead of his elbows. Your faces were inches from each other, and suddenly, you became bashful, tracing your finger along a vein on his hard cock. "We just made out, I wasn't that big of a tease”

"You were" you snapped back, returning your gaze to his hazel eyes, but they were so full of some strange emotion that you started to lose your confidence again. "You absolutely were because it felt... Really good to me"

"It felt really good to me, too" Jean gently touched his nose against yours and your eyes closed at how good it felt to have his lips so close to yours. "You don't know how hard it was to leave you there after touching your beautiful body and—And kissing your sweet lips"

His lips grazed over yours, drawing a whimper out of you. He whispered, "You're a great kisser, by the way"

"Am I?" you smirked, remembering how you just thought the same of him.

"You are" he shortly replied, recalling how quickly he came all over his stomach after leaving you there in the hallway and going back to his dorm to jerk off thinking of you.

"You are, too" you mumbled, pushing his shoulder to have him leaning on his forearms again. Your torso followed his as you brushed your lips on his ear. "You can't even imagine how wet my pussy gets just by making out with you"

"Mmpf holy— fuck" Jean's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his cock twitching at the thought of your sweet pussy dripping from wetness, just for him. He was on the verge of pushing you down into the mattress and slamming his cock into you until you came all over it - but he enjoyed you having the control a little too much. "Please let me feel it"

"Letting you have what you want wouldn't be much of a revenge, now would it?" he felt you smile against the sensitive skin of his neck. Your fingers delicately ran along his aching erection again and your hips started rolling against his clothed thigh, slowly and gently, but with enough pressure to make your clit throb with pleasure.

"Fucking— shit, please, please let me make you cum" Jean's voice became almost whiny as you moaned into his ear, humping your wet little pussy on his trousers. He felt like a dog in heat as he watched your dress roll up on your hips from your movements, the lace of your black thong peeking from underneath.

“Oh— Jerking your cock feels so good, I could cum just by riding your thigh” you whimpered and that was when something finally switched in Jean’s brain. He sat up and his hands firmly grabbed your tingling hips.

“Well, you won’t”

“Jean—“

Your arms hung on to Jean’s neck as he moved both of your bodies, his strong arms picking you up and laying you on the bed like it was nothing. Your brain immediately turned off as he manhandled you, rolling your body to your side as he layed down and positioned himself right behind you. You whined when you felt his hard-on press between your asscheeks and he mumbled in your ear, “I know what’s good for you, Y/n”

He listened to your quiet whimpers as his big hands roamed your body from behind and it drove him crazy. He paid attention to every little reaction, taking his time on movements that made goosebumps appear across your soft skin. He watched your beautiful eyes close in pleasure as his thumbs brushed against your hardened nipples through the fabric of your dress.

“Open your eyes, baby, look at me” he hummed and pulled your dress and bralette down with one swift motion as your eyes pleadingly pierced into his. Jean subconsciously rolled his hips against your ass as he groped your bare tits, pinching a nipple between his fingers.

“Jean, that—That feels so good”

He grunted into the crook of your neck, already on the edge, fighting the urge to hump you from behind until he cums. He wanted to make you feel amazing first. “That’s it, pretty girl. Tell me what feels good”

“Can you please touch me?” you looked at him with big eyes and Jean felt himself leak onto your dress as your hand grabbed his, guiding it down to your panties.

He carefully pulled on the hem of the tight dress, exposing your lacey underwear. His eyes darkened with lust at the sight of such a sexy piece between your innocently soft thighs. Jean brushed a finger across the fabric, making you shiver as his fingertips pressed into the spot where your wetness soaked through. He started gently rubbing your sensitive clit through your panties.

“Like this?” Jean mumbled, his breath hot against your ear. You nodded frantically as soft moans escaped your lips, the feeling so ethereal, you were unable to form any words.

“Let’s get this off of you, cutie” he cooed, and your hands hurried to help him as he hooked his fingers on your thong, pulling it down to your knees. You kicked it off of your legs, then let Jean’s hand open your thighs wide again. “Such a good girl for me”

Jean’s eyes glued to the sopping heaven between your spread legs, and drew a whine from you as his fingers digged into your hips, hard. He carefully glided a finger across your slit, his delicate touch making you squirm. “Fuck— You’re dripping”

“Because of you” you moaned, looking at Jean’s large fingers slipping through your wet folds, drinking in the heavenly sight. Jean gritted his teeth, then lightly bit down on your earlobe. Because of him.

“This pretty little pussy only gets so wet for me, huh?” he smiled to himself as he coated his fingers in your slick, his cock throbbing as your wet little sounds hit his ears. His hand started to drag painfully slow circles on your clit.

“Mmhm” you moaned in agreement as you felt yourself losing your mind from his touch. “Jean, I—I want you inside”

“Does my pretty girl want to be stretched out on my fingers?”

“Yes!” you cried out and he grunted in your ear. He obeyed your wish, pressing his middle finger to your sopping entrance, then slowly slid in his fingertip. Your moans started to turn slutty, and it drove him insane. “More, please—“

“So needy” his finger slipped further inside with his words, your slick walls clenching around it as Jean found the sensitive, spongy little spot inside you and pressed into it.

“Oh my god— Jean!”

“Does this feel good, baby?” he asked, hot breath against your neck, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit as his middle finger picked up the pace. He moved in and out of you, curving his finger just enough to drag against your spongy spot every time while his other hand fondled the soft plush of your breast.

“It feels so good—Please, more” you whined while obediently looking into his eyes - but Jean couldn’t take his off of the lewd scene of your prefect body spread out in front of him. You moaned loudly as he added his ring finger, careful as he stretched your sensitive walls, then immediately picked up a faster pace when he felt your insides relaxing and molding to his touch.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…”

“Holy sh—FUCK” your eyes closed shut as the intense pleasure of him fingering your pussy flowed in your core, and Jean kept the same rhythm, two thick fingers pumping in and out of you as you squeezed around them. It felt so good being stretched out, being so full and stuffed.

“You like getting fingerfucked, huh?” he darkened with lust as your pussy squelched, the sounds of your desperate moans and your wet pussy creaming around his fingers making his mind blurry. He couldn’t help his hips grinding against your ass, his precum wetting the fabric of both of your clothes. “Fuck— Y’like getting stuffed with my fingers?”

“Mmh YES” you whined, almost sobbed out from the overwhelming pleasure building up inside you as you neared your orgasm. “Jean, I’m—“

“That’s it, baby, you’re gonna cum on my fingers. Let it go” he groaned in your ear, eyes pinned to your pretty, flushed face as warmth filled your cheeks, you squeezed your eyes shut and your breath caught in your throat as you reached your peak. Jean moaned at the heavenly feeling of dragging his fingers along your tight walls, growing wetter and squelchier as he practically bullied your sweet spot - until the knot inside your stomach became undone, and you exploded. “Let me have it, pretty girl”

“JEAN!”

An intense wave of orgasm swept through you, the feeling so powerful only Jean’s name and nonsensical moans could leave your mouth. Jean’s movements slowed down as he felt your pussy gush a little on his hand, gooey wetness pooling at his palm.

“Look at how much you love getting fucked by my fingers” he grinned and you both gazed at the strings of wetness connecting your pussy to his hand as he pulled away. You whimpered as his fingers slipped out of you, already missing the feeling of being stuffed full.

Jean shifted on the bed behind you, and hovered over you after laying you flat on your back. Your eyes met in an intense, heavy gaze.

“You did so good” he smiled as you blushed under his burning stare, then pressed a soft kiss on your swollen lips. You kissed him back eagerly while you grabbed his hand between your legs and pulled it up to your face.

Jeans mouth parted, breath caught in his throat as you broke the kiss and put his fingers in your mouth. You felt a new wave of arousal as your eyes locked with his, sucking his fingers clean as you tasted yourself. You pulled them out of your mouth with a smack, Jean instantly closing the distance between your lips with an eager, sloppy kiss. He moaned in your mouth as he felt your taste on your tongue.

He lifted his head, hovering over you as his thumb brushed along your lower lip. As if you perfectly understood each other without words, you obediently opened your mouth, then put your tongue out to let the line of drool spill into your mouth from Jean’s. Wet warmth spread on your tongue, the feeling so lewd, so messy and sloppy, you couldn’t help whimpering in pleasure.

Jean’s thumb pushed on your warm tongue and your mouth closed, wrapping your lips around it again. “Your mouth feels incredible—shit”

“I want to take your cock in my mouth” you replied softly and Jean’s head buzzed at hearing that. His achingly hard, leaky cock wanted nothing more than to be buried between those plump lips of yours - but he knew he wouldn’t last a minute. He wanted to pleasure you some more.

Jean kissed you again instead. His lips moved gently against yours, then moved down to your jaw, your neck as your head rolled back with a moan. You felt an airy whisper against your skin, “Not yet, baby”

His lips wandered confidently, knowing exactly what he wanted. He moved to your breasts, drawing a whine out of you as his tongue twirled around your hardened nipple. Jean adored your boobs - he admired them for a while, fondling, licking and gently biting down on them, taking his sweet time before he started moving down your stomach. He left wet little pecks on your skin, feeling you get more sensitive and squirmy as he reached your pretty little mount of venus.

Warmth spread on your face as you looked down at the pretty man between your legs, feeling the heat of his face radiating to the sensitive skin of your pussy as he leaned close. You came on his fingers shortly before, but you still got flustered as you gazed at his face, a few strands of hair falling to his forehead, his eyes examining your most sensitive parts so closely. Your thighs attempted to close in embarrassment, but Jean made sure to keep them open with his strong arms.

“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” he breathed out, sending shivers up your spine. He smiled at your reaction, then pressed the most gentle little peck on your puffy pink clit as his eyes darted to yours.

“Oh god, Jean—“

Jean answered with a long lick through your slit, tongue splitting your lips open as he gathered your sweet wetness. You moaned loudly, already feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. Jean moaned into your pussy as he pushed his tongue into your warm entrance. He wanted to stuff your wet little hole full of his cock so, so bad.

“Oh my god, that feels so good—feels so good” you whimpered as his tongue slipped up to your clit, starting to lick with a steady rhythm as his fingers pulled your lips apart. He groaned as he had his face buried in your pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending electric waves to your core. His lips occasionally closed around your clit as he slurped and continued licking.

“Mmhmy god” Jean mumbled as your hand gripped his hair, tugging on it as you completely lost yourself in the pleasure, thighs jolting, toes curling, a moaning and nonsensically babbling mess.

Jean looked up at your beautiful face between your breasts and his vision became blurry with arousal. Your pretty sounds and your delicious wetness on his tongue made him roll his hips onto the bed as he layed on his stomach with his trousers and boxers only partly pulled down, grinding into the mattress slowly, the friction elevating his senses.

Your orgasm built up even more quickly this time, and as you returned your gaze to Jean, you instantly felt yourself slipping over the edge. The sight of him licking your sensitive little pussy, his face smushed into it as he thrusted his hips against the bed, rutting and fucking into it while moaning into you was just too much to bear.

“Don’t stop licking, baby, I—I’m cumming” you muttered and the knot in your stomach snapped again as Jean’s eyes pierced into yours. Jean grunted against you as your legs started trembling, soft little moans falling from your lips as you came for the second time. He lapped at your overstimulated little clit as you came down from your orgasm, but he just couldn’t stop rutting into the bed as he neared his own peak. “Jean, c’mere”

Jean pushed himself up from the bed, quickly pulling down and kicking off his trousers alongside with his underwear, then got on his knees above you to your hand’s inviting motion. Your fingers digged into his thighs as you directed him to kneel on both sides of you - you laying there underneath him, his hard and swollen cock hovering over your pretty face was so lewd, he could cum just from this sight alone.

“I’m so close” Jean whimpered, his hand gently fisting his sensitive tip, careful not to immediately spurt all over you. Your hands greedily wandered up his thighs to cup his balls, so sensitive and heavy, full of cum just for you. You licked your lower lip as you raised your gaze to Jean’s desperate face, flushed with desire.

“Cum all over my face then, pretty boy” you bit down on your lip and took his cock out of his hand. Jean’s head started spinning and he let out a loud moan as you opened your lips, sliding his tender, swollen tip into your warm mouth. Your eyes closed at the feeling and the taste of his precum on your tongue.

After a few moments, you made sure to stare right into Jean’s eyes as your soft lips wrapped around his thick shaft. Jean’s breathing got heavier as you sucked on the head of his cock, suckling gently before swirling your tongue around it. His thumb caressed your cheek as you moved your head to suck more of him into your mouth, eager to take all of his length - even if it seemed impossible.

“Y/n—fuck—slower, y’gonna make me cum” he tried to pull back with a breathy moan, but that just made you even more determined. You wanted him to see fireworks as you milked him dry. “You feel so—so fucking good”

You wrapped a hand around his girth as your wet lips dragged along a part of his length, sucking on the sensitive tip at the end.

“That—that feels good” Jean groaned at the sight of your pretty lips wrapping around his thick cock. “Suck on it, pretty girl”

Your tongue twirled around his head mercilessly as you hollowed your cheeks, lips sucking it tightly into your mouth over and over again. Jean’s vision went white at the unearthly sensation - his thighs started trembling, hips subconsciously rolling as he fucked into your mouth when his orgasm came crumbling down. “I’m—”

Jean let out a deep grunt followed by small moans of your name as he spurted his cum into your mouth. Thick white ropes gushed down your tongue, then all over your lips and a little on your cheek as you opened your mouth, pressing the sensitive slit of his tip on your puckered lips as he was cumming. You moaned in pleasure as the hot liquid started running down on your cheek.

“Oh my god” Jean said with a shaky breath as you grabbed his hand, using his finger to scoop his hot cum back to your lips. You gazed at him with eyes full of adoration as you moved his hand to sweep all of his seed into your mouth, licking his fingers clean. You felt a deep satisfaction as you tasted him and Jean’s head kept spinning as you swallowed all of it. “Holy—“

He plumped down on the bed next to you, laying close as the bare, hot skin of your bodies touched. You turned on your side to face him, your eyes softly sinking into each other’s. Jean couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight than your flushed cheeks under your pretty freckles, your gorgeous eyes glistening at him, messy hair falling onto the pillow, sweet lips curving into a smile as he pulled you closer into a hug.

“Your smartass is just as delicious as you look” he mumbled against your cheek and you chuckled. You cupped his face into your hands as he planted small kisses all over your cheeks. Reality slowly set back in as you realized the loud music of Connie’s party was still pounding downstairs.

“Your dumbass just made me cum in Connie’s parents’ bed”

Jean laughed out loud as you made him realize, then digged his fingers into your hips as he pulled you onto himself.

“Twice” he added with a cocky grin and you bit back your own smirk. You honestly felt like you could go for a third one, still missing the feeling of his now familiar cock inside of you…

“Would it be highly inappropriate if—“ you let your hand wander down to his stomach. “If I asked you to—“

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

You both jolted in shock at the loud knocking on the bedroom door, followed by a shuffling at the doorknob. Jean jumped to his feet as he quickly grabbed his trousers from the floor, and you hastily pulled your bralette and dress back up on your breasts, pulling your dress down as you stood up. You silently blessed your past self for locking the door beforehand.

“Who the fuck is in there?!” Connie’s muffled shout came from the other side of the door, and you and Jean both froze. Your eyes met and you had to physically force yourselves to hold back a laugh bursting out of you.

You tried to keep your calm as you yelled back. “It’s me, Connie! I’m using the bathroom, I’ll be out there in a minute!”

“Y/n! Hurry up, I’m fucking pissing myself!” he squealed from the other side, and laughter bursted out of Jean’s pursed lips with a spitting sound, your shoulders silently shaking as you tried to smoothen out the jumbled bedsheets. Jean accepted his fate without a word, and opened the closet to hide inside as he tried to keep himself from wheezing with laughter.

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